#i really shouldn't have had that cup of tea i can't hold my thoughts together lmao

[a-victorian-girl]

May Prompts 2024

from @calaisreno

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Prompt 2: Box

Today Sherlock was particularly nervous. Not that it was much different from those days when the case is an 8 or a 9 and requires a lot of energy from him to solve it. This time... it wasn't about a case.

Mrs. Hudson could hear from her flat the long, hurried steps traveling from the bedroom to the living room, from the living room to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the... bathroom? Who knew.

"Oh my God, that boy...!" she thought out loud, while she put the electric kettle on to make him some tea, because she thought that it might calm him down a bit. But when she turned around to grab the cup and the tea box, she nearly had a heart attack when she suddenly saw the tall figure of Sherlock standing in her kitchen doorway, paler than usual. His beautiful blue eyes showed what she interpreted as panic.

"I can't do this, Mrs. Hudders," he stammered.

As the poor woman caught her breath with her hand on her chest to calm her old heart, she noticed that the great detective's right hand was holding a box. It was very small, red, and very elegant.

"Is that...?" Martha asked, pointing to the little box, and in a moment of lucidity, she opened her eyes completely.

"Oh! Oooh, Sherlock...!" she exclaimed, bringing her hands to her face given her sudden surprise. "Come dear, sit down, I was making you a cup of tea before the possible heart attack you nearly gave me by appearing suddenly... and tell me, when do you plan to propose?" she teased playfully, pouring hot water into the cup.

The gleam of happiness in the older lady's eyes was so evident that it even drew a slight smile to the detective. He always considered Martha as his second mother, she's been his confidante since they met, and her trust is unbreakable.

"Today. John said he'd take Rosie to Molly's and we'd meet at the restaurant. And I... I don't know. I thought today was a good occasion after a year of being together and... I mean... I'm really not good at th-," he babbled, until he was interrupted by the sound of the cup being abruptly placed on the table. He lifted his eyes and their gazes met. Was she angry? How to tell, he was never good at reading others' reactions.

"Look, Sherlock", Martha said, very seriously. "I may not be your mother, but I am your friend. From the day John set foot on this property, I knew that eventually you two would end up together. You're meant for each other, for God's sake! And you still doubt it? You two have been through so much... so much. And I think by now, Sherlock, there shouldn't be any doubt plaguing your brain. So: you drink this tea, you get ready and you go to that restaurant. I won't allow you access to my property without seeing that ring on John's finger, do you hear me, young man?"

Sherlock gaped, frozen. Was that a scolding? Nevermind, she was right. He nodded, smiled at her, drank his tea, and climbed the stairs back to his flat.

...

Now Martha could hear those same steps but more confident, more harmonious... like a beautiful melody. 

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Wake up call

When Sherlock entered the kitchen, John and Rosie were already sitting at the table. John had toast on his plate and Rosie was poking her porridge with an expression of utter concentration. “Morning,” Sherlock greeted and made his way to the counter to make tea. “Morning,” John greeted back and Rosie began to babble cheerfully. Sherlock smiled to himself while he was turned away from John. Little Watson really was a lovely girl. He poured his cup and sat across from John, who was clearly not yet sure what to eat on his toast. After a short frown he lifted his bare bread and asked: “Well Rosie, what do you think?” Rosie dropped her spoon and reached out for the bread, wearing an expression as if she just had a glorious idea. “Ma,” she said in her light voice, “Ma- ma!” She seemed quite determined and a smile was beginning to spread over John's face, but on the other side of the table, Sherlock froze. John looked at him, confused, but the man was like a statue, not moving at all, his entire body tense. He looked utterly shocked and John could see the wheels turning inside his head. “Sherlock?” he asked cautious, but Sherlock didn't seem to notice. “Sherlock?” he asked again, this time more forceful. Sherlock winced a little at that and turned his stare from Rosie to John, his eyes wide, his face pale. But before John could ask if he was alright, Sherlock blurted out: “What are you doing here?!”

John frowned. “I... We... are having breakfast? Sherlock, what is-” But Sherlock was apparently out of his mind. “It's- John, you shouldn't be here, you're wasting your time, you should be out, speaking to women, taking someone out for breakfast-” Carefully John placed his toast back on his plate and slid a hand across the table. “Sherlock, what are you talking about?” Sherlock glared at John's hand suspiciously and then back at him. “It's-” he looked like he would shatter every second. “It's the wake up call, John.” His voice, rather a whisper, was quiet and trembling. “You shouldn't have ignored it that long, but now...” John had no clue what Sherlock was talking about. “Sherlock, what do you mean?” The man across from him looked nearly frightened. “She needs a mother, John,” he said, as if in defeat. “She demands, a mother...” He lowered his gaze to the table, while John's eyes went wide. “What?” he asked in pure astonishment. “Why the hell do you think that?” Sherlock didn't look up. “She just said it herself: Mama, John. She demands a mother.”

John was frowning again, clueless what Sherlock was referring to, then it dawned him. “Oh, you-” he broke off. “Sherlock, look at me.” Sherlock was hesitant to lift his gaze, but finally he did, looking like a hunted deer. “Sherlock, she wasn't trying to say Mother or Mama. For some reason she can't just say jam, she is determined to say marmalade. I can't tell you why, but she is trying for quite some time now. That's what she was trying to say.” Sherlock looked disbelieving. “Sherlock, I think it is just fine the way it is. You know my dating skills, and now with a toddler it would be even more difficult to find someone and to hold that someone. And I think the last thing Rosie needs is a new face every week. Of course, it would be lovely with a mother, the classical family, but it's not necessary.” He hesitated, then John added: “And we have you.” Sherlock still didn't say anything, but he looked as if he would begin to understand. “We can come to you, anytime, you are there for us, there for her. Look, we're having breakfast together now. Wouldn't you say that's something? And there are Greg, Mrs Hudson, Molly, and even Mycroft is trying to show some interest. By the way, did you talk to him about this? I wasn't expecting that...” Sherlock shook his head slowly. “Oh, okay.” John tried imagine Mycroft showing interest by himself, but it didn't really fit and he discarded the thought and continued: “Sherlock, it's fine, it's all fine. I'm exactly were I'm supposed to be, and so is Rosie. She loves you, I- I mean, we-” he paused, frustrated. “As long as you don't want us to leave...” Sherlock shook his head again, with more determination this time. “Good,” John said, and he could watch the tension leaving Sherlock's body. “Good,” he said again. They would have to work on that. He would need to talk with Sherlock... But not now. Not yet. He looked at Sherlock, who was frowning at his tea. No, not yet.

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Guilt Ridden Consciences

Illicit Affairs: Part 3

Summary: Reader takes a maths test, spends time with friends, and then deals with an apologetic and jealous boyfriend, and the fallout that jealously brings. She also finally admits her feelings to a certain Kook.

AN: Apologies that this took so long to be posted, really happy with how it's turned out though & happy to say that part 4 is in the writing process <3

Warnings: mentions of cheating, hurt, a toxic relationship, sex, underage drinking.

Word Count: 4k

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After my date with Topper, he'd dropped me at home, giving me a kiss goodbye before I hopped out of the car and headed in. The entire time with Topper, the only person I could think of was Rafe.

I spent the rest of my day just binging random 2000s romcom movies, had dinner with my parents and got into bed early enough to be rested for school tomorrow morning.

-

I woke up early, getting done in record time and grabbing a bottle of water on my way out the door, I stopped at Starbucks on my way to school, getting a hot chocolate and a breakfast meal, grabbing a cup of tea for Sarah and a muffin for Pope, as a thank you for the geometry help.

When I finally pulled into school, I grabbed my breakfast, the muffin and the tray of drinks, locked my car and walked to the bench under a tree that Sarah and I always sat at.

"Hey!", I greeted, her eyes darting up to meet mine.

"Hey buttercup", she eyed the two takeaway cups in my hand, "What you got there?", she queried.

"Oh you know, just your favourite morning Starbucks drink....", I gave her a teasing smirk, handing the drink over to her.

"I love you!", she exclaimed, "So... not to be cheesy but spill the tea", she teased, holding up her cup of tea.

"I would tease you but I'm so used to this I'll just let it slide", I laughed at her antics, taking our my breakfast and started eating, I was delaying my next sentence, she'd been quite the entire time I'd eaten my breakfast, silently giving me an expectant stare, "....We're back together", I finally revealed.

"Oh!", Sarah's eyes went wide in shock, I don't think she expected me to say that, "I didn't expect that", okay I was right, she wasn't expecting that..., "I expected an official breakup especially after, you know..."

"I know Sarah but he apologised, he recreated our first date. I was going to tell him, break the news but he kept being so sweet and apologetic and honestly, the last thing I want to do is hurt him!", I exclaimed, sighing out of desperation for my best friends guidance right about now.

"No. Immediately no Y/N/N, you can't stay with him just because you don't want to hurt him!"

"It's not only that Sarah, I love him, okay? He's not always the best but surely right now he's been a better person than I have and that's... I love him"

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself of the fact not that you're stating a fact..."

I hate when she's right..., thankfully before she had time to expand more on her thoughts, the bell rang, signalling the start of school, and the test I'd been dreading. Even though I was more prepared than I've ever been, I stilled had a knot of stress in my chest. I stopped at my locker to drop my books I didn't need off and as soon as the door to my locker opened I saw a bouquet of my favourite flowers staring back at me. I opened the little note tied to the stems, "Good luck on your test babe, you've got this!", what a sweet thing for him to do... I tried to ignore the memory of him saying I shouldn't even try because I'd fail anyway and just pretended everything was alright and carried on walking to class.

I finished the test before the hour was over, I double checked my answers, packed up my things, dropped the test on my teachers test and walked out, going back to the bench where Sarah and I were this morning.

I texted Pope, who I knew would be writing now too.

"Meet me after you're done? I'm by the bench that I always sit at with Sarah"

Not a minute later I got a text back,

"On my way!"

I heard his footsteps and looked up from my tiktok fyp.

"Po!", I got up giving him a big hug which he glady returned, "I did it, I was confident and it's all thanks to you!"

"I'm so proud of you! Seriously though, you've got to give yourself credit too Y/N/N, you're smart even if some asshole Kook says different", his tone was serious, he cared so much and I was beyond grateful to call him a friend.

"Thanks P, I got you a muffin to say thank you!"

"Chocolate chip?"

"Of course", I gave him his muffin, which I knew was his favourite flavour and he immediately dug into it, making me let out a short laugh, "Oh and uh... the asshole Kook is still my boyfriend", I was praying he wasn't disappointed in me.

"Firstly, thank you for the muffin, secondly... sorry for calling your boyfriend an asshole", he gave me a teasing smile, I was grateful for his sweet, playful side and I grateful that even though my boyfriend was one of his least favourite people in the world, he still apologised about calling him an ass, that's Pope for you.

"You're welcome and... thanks, I uh- I appreciate that, really!"

"Sure... so anyway, I should go, I've gotta meet JJ, but thanks again for the muffin Y/N/N"

"Anytime", giving him a kind smile which he mirrored before walking away, sending a small wave my way before he turned the corner, going out of sight.

It was weird, sitting here waiting for Sarah, my brain kept travelling to a certain Kook and it wasn't the one my brain should be fixated on but you can't control your feelings I guess...

Before I could get even more in my head about how much of a terrible person I was, Sarah joined me at the bench, we chatted about the test and then headed off to English together.

Little did I know that the certain Kook I was thinking of was thinking of me too.

"Hey babe!", Sarah pulled me from my daydreaming and back to reality, "You okay?"

"Hey, yeah, no yeah I'm... I'm good!", I reassured her.

"Okay then... how'd you find the test?", she moved on to a different topic even though I knew she didn't believe me.

"Really good, Pope helped a hell of a lot"

"See, ditching your ass of a boyfriend was worth it", she smiled at me, reassuring me I'd been in the right about the whole Topper situation, and also mirroring what Pope had called Topper mere minutes ago.

"Yep, definitely was! Uh anyway... how did you find it?"

"You know we, I'm a pro at this math stuff!", she joked and we both laughed at her silliness, "So I'm gonna pretend that you weren't daydreaming about my brother, and you're going to pretend that I'm good at maths so I don't have to feel like a failure, yeah?"

"Yeah", I laughed, "And for what it's worth, I aren't a failure honey, far from!", I pulled her in for a comforting hug which she gladly accepted.

-

The rest of the school week dragged on and on. I found myself daydreaming about Rafe more than once, thinking about him in class, on the rides home from school with Sarah or Topper thinking about how I wished Rafe was the one driving me home, thinking about him when I looked at the empty table next to me at dinner, or the empty space in my bed where he should be laying. Let's just say that my mind was completely and utterly consumed by any and everything Rafe Cameron. I'd been doing my best at avoiding Topper as much as I could this week, wanting to avoid the guilt I felt when I was with him, the guilt that I'd been with someone that wasn't him (even though we on a break, it still just felt like cheating), been thinking nonstop about someone that wasn't him, been wishing I was with Rafe and not him... the guilt just kept building up every time he was near and I hated it. So when Sarah invited me to a party, I knew that I had to go.

"Is Topper coming?", I asked her while getting ready in her room.

"It's a party Y/N/N... on a Friday night, of course he'll be there!", she laughed at my weirdness, of course Topper would be there, along with Kelce and, well Rafe.

"Right, duh!", I physically faceplate myself, "I don't know why I even asked"

"It's okay, really, I get it", she gave me a reassuring smile, she'd always have my back and I was thankful for that. "It's not exactly fun seeing your boyfriend and the guy you're in love with in the same vercinity"

"I don't love him Sarah! I just-"

"You just can't stop thinking about him, your time spent together, how much you wish you were with him when he's not around, and you don't want to call that love? Y/N that's exactly how I am with John B, and I love him so... sorry to break it to you but that's love!"

"Oh my God, I love him", I placed my hands into my palms, she's right I really do love him!

"Yep, as you can tell, I clearly saw this coming"

"Sure you did honey, sure you did", I rolled my eyes playfully at her.

"No, really I swea-", she was cut off by a knock on the door, "Come in"

The person we'd literally just been speaking about showed his face.

"Hey, uh- you guys ready to head out? Topper and Kelce are waiting downstairs", his eyes connected with mine as my boyfriend's name slipped out of his mouth.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a second", Sarah chimed in.

At that his eyes were off of mine and the door was closed again. His footsteps gradually fading away.

"Thank you"

"No stress, figured you needed a second after your.... uh, your realisation and that you'll have to share a car with the two of them, but hey, I'll be there!"

"You're the best... let's get out of here"

We left hand in hand, walking down the stairs to my inevitable doom.

"Hey babe", Topper said, pulling me into him by my waist, placing a kiss on my cheek.

I smiled timidly up at him, looking over at Rafe, wishing he was the person I was standing this close to and not Topper.

Rafe gave me back the same look I was giving him, a look of longing, and by the look on Sarah's face, we weren't doing a very good job of being subtle.

Sarah cleared her throat, "Anyway, we should should get going so we aren't late"

At that we all headed out and to Topper's jeep. Topper drove, Sarah insisting I sit next to her in the back, leaving Rafe to take the passenger seat, again... I'm so thankful for her!

We got to the party within five minutes, it being on The Eight made travel times quick.

The first thing I spotted when I got inside were the infamous Pogues, the people I'm lucky enough to call friends and the people my boyfriend, well... doesn't exactly like, at all.

"I thought this was a Kook only party Sarah", Topper grunted, the annoyance of having to share the party with Pogues evident in his voice.

"I never said that Topper, you assumed... that's on you champ", I snickered at her nickname for him.

"What's so funny, huh?", his grip on my waist tightened the tiniest amount, unnoticeable to anyone but me.

"Nothing", I smiled sweetly up at him, God he's just such an ass sometimes, she made a joke, I laughed, it's not that deep Topper.

"Anyway", she looked at Topper and I awkwardly, I'm gonna grab a drink, so..."

"I'll join you", anything to get out of this annoying interaction.

"Be careful", now sure he meant it to be careful in general but it went further than that, he was warning me not to cross a line tonight. Well...

"Messaged received", and... ignored Top, I thought while I smiled up at him again, my smile as sweet as honey.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Good, we don't need another fight, now do we babe?"

I leaned up to meet his ear, "No... we don't"

He kissed my cheek and let his grip on my waist loosen until it disappeared completely.

Sarah and I got to the kitchen, pouring two rounds of shots and downing them in seconds. She then requested that I make her a random mix of whatever looked good while she went to the bathroom.

"Well if it isn't my favourite Kook", John B's voice pulled me from my focus onto the cups in front of me and to his welcoming smile.

"I thought Sarah was a Kook", I teased.

"Nah, she's an honorary Pogue"

"Aah, and I'm what, just a Kook then?"

"Yeah, but with some super awesome Pogue friends", JJ chimed in as he walked into the kitchen and have me a quick hug, clearly having overhead part of our conversation. He grabbed a beer and was out of my sight as quickly as he was in it.

"He's right...", John B backed up our blonde friend, I laughed at both boys comedic nature, "You having fun?"

"I mean we just got here so... not really but I'm sure I will, you?"

"Yeah it's been goo-"

"-Oh shit wait... I'm so sorry to interupt you JB, but isn't this 'Shake It Off'?", both of our eyes widened in realisation of our song being played over the radio.

A few years ago, when I was at a bonfire party, I'd been super drunk and had started playing Taylor's song Shake It Off, relating to the lyrics, relating more than ever to the line "I'm dancin' on my own, I'll make the moves up as I go", and before I knew it John B had joined in to dance with me and ever since that night, whenever it came on, we'd drop everything and dance together, it was the one thing we had that made our friendship as strong as it was, it kept us bonded.

John B laughed before grabbing me by the arm and gently leading me to the dance floor, we immediately started goofing around and dancing completely randomly, just doing our own thing.

"I'M JUST GONNA SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE, SHAKE IT OFF, SHAKE IT OFF", we both screamed along to the iconicness that was Taylor Swift lyrics.

I'd failed to notice Tooper's eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

"And to the fella over there with the hella good hair", I pointed at John B, "Won't you come on over baby", I pretend to reel him in, both of us laughing away as he pretended to be caught on my line, "We can shake, shake, shake", Jb and I both moving crazily on every 'shake'. Now I get that to anyone who didn't know the strictly sibling like bond John B and I shared, this could seem sort of flirty but everyone knew that John B and I were strictly platonic friends, that we always had been and always would be. The Pogues knew, Sarah too, and I assumed Topper did too because when the song came on in the car a few weeks ago I told him all about the silly routine John B and I had made up when we drunk off our asses and I assumed he'd listened to me, his 'aah that's cool babe' being the reassurance I'd needed that he did, in fact know about it. Sarah had returned from the bathroom and was recording our dance, laughing at our goofy antics.

I can now only assume that our dance had pissed Toppper off because next thing I knew my arm was being harshly pulled and I'm being dragged into the mostly secluded kitchen.

"Everyone out!", Topper demanded to the few people hanging out in the kitchen, when they made no direct move to leave he raised his voice to a shout, "NOW!", which caused me to flinch slightly.

"What the hell Topper?"

"What do you mean "what the hell, Topper?" huh?", he mimicked my voice, "I'm the one that should be asking that Y/N, you're dancing with your best friends boyfriend like it's nothing, like you don't have a boyfriend yourself!"

"Oh my God Topper, do you have to be so fucking jealous all the damn time!? His is literally the closest thing I have to a brother, we made up that routine years ago at a bonfire and we always do it when the song plays, I literally told you this!"

"How am I supposed to remember everything little thing you tell me, huh? I don't have some photographic memory or some shit Y/N!"

"You act like I tell you trillions of random things all the time", I was feeling a bit defenseless because of his harsh tone of voice.

"Because you do! You say so much useless crap and it's tirin-"

"-Woah, let's all take a breather okay?", Rafe's voice broke the heavy tension present in the kitchen.

"She's flirting with another guy right in front of me, Rafe!"

"I wasn't flirting, fuck Topper how many times must I tell you that John B is like a brother to me!?"

"Okay you two, let's just stop, alright? Top, to clear this all up, she wasn't flirting with John B, it's their thing, they've always done it"

"What the fuck Rafe, you're gonna defend her right now? What happened to bros over hoes?"

"Now I'm a hoe", I laughed unable to believe the shit coming out of his mouth at this point.

"She's not a hoe Topper, just... just go home, okay?"

"No, you know what... I have to ask, what was that look you two shared earlier, hmm? In the foyer at Tannyhill, I saw it, Sarah and Kelce saw it, I mean you'd have to be blind to not see it, so... what was that?"

Okay two options here, we come clean right here and now and cause a huge public fight or do some light lying and delay the inevitable fight for a more private location, preferably where alcohol isn't involved. Yeah no, definitely the latter.

"Nothing..."

"Really? So I was just seeing things then?"

"I don't know Topper, but that look was nothing", I defend.

"Just tell me the truth"

"I am telling you the truth", I am such a terrible person!

"Tell me... No. Cut the shit, just tell me the truth"

"Okay, fine. I can't do this right now", I threw my hands up, completely over Topper's constant interogration.

"Is that like your go to line every time we fight or...?", Topper mocked me.

"You know, that's soo funny Topper!", I rolled my eyes and walked away, going to the bathroom to take a minute to be alone to calm down.

-

Thankfully the bathroom on the second floor was empty so I quickly went in and locked in behind me. Staring at myself in the mirror I tried to find the version of myself who didn't lie and gaslight people, this wasn't me, this wasn't who I was meant to be, I'm meant to be better. My spirarling thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"I swear Topper if this is yo-", I rambled while walking over to the door, opening it, 'you're definitely not Topper"

"No, I hope that's okay", Rafe's sweet voice filled my ears, "I just wanted to check on you"

"It's definitely okay, more than okay", I smiled kindly at him.

"Good. I was hoping you'd say that!", he mirrored my smile like he's done numerous times before.

"Uh, come in", I gestured for him to enter, causing me to laugh at my statement. You're inviting him into a bathroom not your house Y/N, internal face palm moment right now. He laughed too, the sound making the butterflies in my stomach flutter. The sound of the door locking behind him did not go unnoticed but it did go unmentioned, we both knew from the look in the foyer earlier today that we would be spending some alone time together one way or another.

"You know, I really thought alcohol would explain Topper being such a dick but he said that he's barely had any so, I'm sorry he's been such an ass... again!"

"Thanks Rafe, it's uh, it's okay, you know? I just... Topper's jealous of me and John B literally just goofing around and us making eye contact, imagine his reaction to finding out that we had sex!", I exclaimed.

"You feel guilty?", Rafe asks.

"Don't you?"

"I do, I just didn't know if you did too"

"I do, but not because I did it Rafe, I feel guilty because I loved every second of it but I know that you didn't and that's okay but I I had to te-"

"-I did too"

"What?", I asked taken aback by his statement.

"I tried to tell you that the other night but you interrupted me saying it meant nothing to you either so I chickened out of telling you"

"If you loved every second of it then why would you help Topper plan a date to win me back?"

"Because silly, I'd helped Topper with the idea before you'd come over. He'd texted the group chat right after you left and I'd helped him, not knowing that I'd be having the best night of my life with you mere hours later"

"The best night of your life, huh?", I asked him with a teasing smirk on my face.

"You see I could play what I said off but I'm tired of hiding my feelings for you. That night meant everything to me and not just because of the sex, which was incredible, but what's even more incredible is your personality, your intelligence, your mesmerising laugh and your completely flawless beauty. I love you with every fibre of my being YN!"

There was a moment of deafing silence, all I could focus on was Rafe's captivating nervous smile. I took a small stride toward him and connected our lips, the pace starting slow and filled with nothing but love, trying to convey every emotion I felt into this kiss. He was quick to fasen the pace of it, deepening the kiss.

I eventually pulled back for air and took the opportunity to do some confessing of my own, "I love you too Rafe, more than I could ever put into words"

His infamous smirk made its way onto his perfect face and he lifted my up effortlessly and placed me onto the counter, going in to kiss me again before I even had a second to catch my breath.

In no time my dress was ripped off and was lying on the bathroom floor, along with his shirt. His pants came next, leaving both of us in just our underwear, kisses being exchanged in a needy manner.

Rafe and I have this tenancy to not be able to stay away from one another, since Saturday evening, all I'd been dreaming about was this... this exact moment with him. The second my eyes connected with his in the foyer at Tannyhill I knew that I was done for, that one way or another I needed to spend time with him, and while this isn't exactly how I'd expected us spending time together, I was not going to complain.

Before any more items of clothing could be removed, there was a knock at the bathroom door causing both Rafe and I to tense up and try communicate with our eyes that clearly only one of us could open the door and that we were praying that the person knocking had seen Rafe and Rafe alone go into the bathroom, as he was the only quickly pulling up his pants and walking over to the door, ready to face whomever was on the other side.

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south london forever

noel fielding x reader

notes:

you and noel spend an evening on the roof together (kinda)

inspired by the song by florence and the machine

The world moved so fast. A cliché, but so very true. It felt like only yesterday that you were sixteen, sitting atop the roof of your family home in the night's late hours, thoughts racing much too rapidly for sleep to even have crossed your mind. It was calming and provided a type of clarity that comes with the awareness of being the only one awake in the household, watching the slowness of a slumbering suburb. A few straggling cars making their way home; the irregularities in the flicker of the lamp post; an occasional cat bounding through the bushes.

"Can't sleep?"

The voice shook you back to reality; here, to your shared flat, in Shoreditch. So caught up in your nostalgia, you failed to notice your housemate (and good friend) standing before you. You were slouched back on the couch, a worn-out vintage thing, empty cup of tea resting on your lap, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

You shook your head, placing your cup on the coffee table and stretching your legs.

"Me neither."

"You've got a gig tomorrow, haven't you? Shouldn't you be getting your beauty sleep?"

"Nah. We canceled. Well... resheduled." He sat down beside you.

"Canceled, my arse." You stifled a chuckle; you knew full well Noel relished his time onstage with his best mate, especially when it was followed by a wild night on the town. Hell, he caroused with Amy Winehouse.

"No, really, we did. There's no gig tomorrow. We've got the next few weeks off in fact."

"What, did the BBC finally come to their senses?" When Noel didn't laugh, nay, respond, you grew concerned. "Oh shit... you're not actually canceled are you?"

"Oh no, no! Not that. Ju's just gotta go sort some family stuff out. And they're all in Leeds, so..." He trailed off. "Someone's not well, I think."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Poor thing. I hope he's okay."

"He'll be right." Noel's upper body shifted to face you. "How about you?"

"What about me?"

"Are you okay, Y/n?"

You shrugged.

He sighed.

Silence. For a few moments.

Before he spoke once more.

"I've an idea." Noel stood up hastily, holding his hand out for you to take. "Well, come on then!"

You smiled softly as you took his grasp in yours, and suddenly, you were so very aware of him. The minimal contact between the two of you sent sparks up your spine - like that of your first teenage crush when he smiled at you in the schoolyard. Did Noel feel that way too? No! Of course, he didn't, you twat! You told yourself... even if you slighty... slighty... fancied him... you were just mates. Besides, you were pretty sure you saw him snog Courtney Love at that party last week. Didn't you?

"Where are we going?" You questioned, trying to distract yourself from your internal dialogue.

"Surprise." By this point, Noel had grabbed both your coats off the coat rack, and chucked you yours, along with a pair of boots. You donned them both, as did he, and then he took your hand once more and dragged you into the garage and into the car.

"Can I put the radio on?"

"Go for it. But make sure it's something good! I can't stand that poxy, popular shit." He reversed the vehicle, pulling out onto the road. "And no Coldplay! God, I fucking hate Coldplay!!"

You chuckled to yourself, as you fiddled with the buttons, switching channels until you struck aria gold; bingo! The Passenger by Iggy Pop. A perfect song for a midnight drive through the streets of Shoreditch.

"Fuck yeah!" Noel began to sing along to the lyrics, a happy camper. "We'll ride through the city tonight-"

"See the city's ripped backsides-" You joined in.

"We'll see the bright and hollow sky-"

"We'll see the stars shine so bright."

"The stars made for us tonight..." Noel's voice faded out, and he took his eyes off the road for a split second, grinning at you. You couldn't help but smile back, until he averted his gaze once more to the dark road ahead. There was little traffic out at this time... a few people on their way home from parties, work shifts, or concerts maybe?

"What are you gonna do without Julian here?" You asked, turning the volume of the radio down.

"Hmm. Work probably. Try write some jokes." His hand raked through his hair scrunching it between his fingers as he always did. "I dunno. Me and Ju are a power team; not sure if I'll be able to come up with much without him."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, Noel. But believe in yourself. You'll be able to."

"Thanks, Y/n."

Noel indicated left, and pulled into an empty car park, in front of the little sleeping art museum. It was strange to see it at this time; usually bustling with people, the building looked quaint... humble... as though the paintings and sculpture were all tucked away in their little beds.

"Besides, I think I hear a calling coming from the general direction of Camden."

You laughed, as you exited the car, shutting the door softly behind you.

"What? You'd be welcome to join me... but I'm guessing the atmosphere of good old Camden town isn't really your thing-"

"I'd love to." You cut him off.

"It's a date. Now, come with me." Noel grabbed you by the hand and ran towards the back of the building. There was little illumination, but Noel located a ladder within seconds, propping it up against the wall.

"Noel!"

"What?"

"We- We can't climb up there! We'll get caught! We-"

"Simmer down! We're not gonna get caught. The view from up here is well worth it." He began to scale the rungs, climbing higher and higher. "Now hurry up! Get your little arse up here! What have you got to lose?"

You rolled your eyes and gave in. "You know, I wish you weren't so profane!"

To which comment, he simply responded with a playful 'up yours' gesture.

"Proves my point!"

And then you climbed the rickety, wooden ladder.

Soon, the two of you were sitting on the roof of the museum, feasting your eyes upon the world around you. The lights twinkled, like thousands of artificial stars that had fallen to the earth, mimicking the sky above. The wind was cold on your neck, so you adjusted your collar and did up the buttons on your coat; Noel wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and once more, you withered under his touch.

"Look at those two, having a snog against that window," he pointed his free hand over to the left, and you spotted the loved-up couple. "Oh... wait actually..." Noel leaned over, his breath warm against your cheek, and whispered in your ear. "I think they may be shagging."

You burst out laughing, catching a glimpse of your companion's smirk. "They'd better be careful not to break that glass during their little session of lovemaking."

"Wouldn't that be a fun anecdote though, hey? 'Smashing couple smash gallery window!'"

As your laughter petered out, you sighed, meeting Noel's eyes. Even here, in near-complete darkness, you could make out their icy cerulean tinge. He had the most beautiful countenance too.

"...Noel?" You questioned.

"Yeah?"

"Do you ever just... feel not good enough. Like... when you're a child, you don't worry about the future, you have so much confidence, you think there's nothing you can't do... you're fearless. But then you grow up... and you realise... you'll never live up to expectations. You'll never be talented enough, or you'll never be successful, or... you'll never meet someone who loves you for you-"

"Is that how you feel? Like you're not good enough?" His voice was solemn, serious, having lost its usual comic, flirtatious quality.

You turned away from him, nodding slightly, your eyes glazing over, as your focus revolved inward. It's true. You bit your lip, in an attempt to hold back the sudden urge to weep. Every day, you play it like you're okay, but deep down, you know there's a dark void... a void of loneliness.

As if on cue, you feel Noel wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder. He rocks you gently, rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.

"Shhhh. It's okay. You're okay."

"I'm sorry. I'm just scared this will be all I'll ever be."

"...then you are perfect. Exactly as you are."

"What does that mean?"

"It means..." His eyes met yours, and time seemed to stop in its tracks. "I fancy you."

And then he kissed you. He simply pulled away from the embrace and pressed his lips to yours. As if he'd done it a million times before. It was candid, raw... sincere. And then he pulled away, as though regretting letting his impulses get the better of him.

"Shit! I am so, so sorry! I shouldn't-"

But before he could utter another word, you gripped his shoulders, and pulled him towards you filling in the space between your lips, with a series of messy, breathless pecks, growing more intense with each touch. You had never imagined this would actually happen, and yet you'd waited for it forever. His hands gripped your skull, his black painted nails entangling in your hair.

"Your hair's so soft. But..." he mumbled. "Not as good as mine."

"Shut up, Noel."

You felt his lips curl into a smirk against the skin of your cheek. And you couldn't help but giggle, turning your head slightly to meet his touch. Your insides doubled over as his cheeky mouth lavished yours, tongues dancing in the most passionate, most intimate of first unions. And yet his arms held you close with such care, such devotion, such fondness, his thumb absentmindedly caressing your shoulder.

Slowly, the kiss began to soften, gradually petering out, until Noel's nose rested against your own, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"I fancy you too." You gently pulled away, meeting his gaze. Somehow, his face seemed even more beautiful than before; he was so very... pretty - the way his cheekbones jutted through his skin; the sharp, yet vast plane that sat atop the bridge of his nose; the lustre of his blue irises, so bright they almost seemed out of place, what with the sable blackness of his hair.

Noel smiled at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear tenderly.

"I rate that an eight and a half." He exclaimed, fingers now raking through his own hair.

"Pardon?"

"The kiss. Solid eight and a half."

"I'm offended, Noel. Only an eight?"

"Ah-ah, don't forget the half!"

"Piss off."

"Well..." and back was that cheeky smirk plastered on his face. "I never said you couldn't try again, did I?"

"You'll have to catch me first." You swung your legs back and over the edge, feet skimming the ladder rungs, as you practically jumped from the roof and started running to the car.

Noel followed suit, chasing after you. "I think you forget-"

You could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer, and so you ran faster, giddy with nerves; he truly made you feel like a teenager again.

"I-" And he lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you. "Used to play football."

"Yeah, but you gave it up to go to art college, you nonce!"

Noel released you from his grasp, keeping one arm around your waist, as you embraced his shoulders. You strolled back the rest of the way to the car, as you caught your breath.

"Imagine if your old chavvy football mates saw you today." You said, "All jazzed up in your silver boots strutting about the country in your chelsea boots and 70s heels."

"They'd be fucking jealous of me."

"Would they?"

"Yeah. Cause I just kissed a pretty girl on the roof." Noel leaned over and gave your cheek a quick peck. "And that you're in my company, not theirs."

"I don't think I'd be their type."

"Well then, they're just missing out aren't they?" He stifled a chuckle.

"Noel..."

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. I just like saying your name."

"Y/n... Y/n... Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!!! I like shouting your name," he continued. "Y/n! Y/n!!! Y/n!!!!!"

You giggled. "Shhh! Julian will hear you all the way in Leeds!"

Noel grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his embrace.

"Ahhh. Come on, let's get back."

You piled into his car and drove back to the flat, windows down, screaming your lungs out to Bowie.

‘and we climbed on to the roof, the museum and someone made love in the glass. and i forgot my name...’

#noel fielding #noel fielding x reader #vince noir x reader #vince noir #the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #noel fieldings luxury comedy #great british bake off #noel is a dilf

[strawberryybird]

I really like themes about destiny and fate and historical parallels so Byleth being fated to oppose Edelgard because she’s Saint Seiros/Sothis to Edelgard’s Nemesis really gets me. And then in CF Byleth chooses to defy their fate and join Edelgard and becomes the Saint Seiros to Edelgard’s Wilhelm.

OH ANON u get me.. oh Heck YEAH!!! and if there’s anything i Like More than a story about destiny and cyclical fates, it’s characters breaking out of it !!! .. so ofc awakening is my favourite game i’ve ever played, out of every game ever. 

the seiros-wilhelm comparison didn’t even occur to me (and i had to look him on on the wiki lol) but Holy Smokes that’s added a whole new dimension bc now it’s arguable that CF route/ Edelgard wasn’t defying any kind of fate at all - because it’s the same path from a different perspective. (would that cast d*mitri as nemisis? idk this game’s story lmao) and its... it begs the question if either Eagles routes truly offer a changed future/story? or do they end in an “Emmeryn jumping anyway”, because neither truly breaks away from the original roles?

HHH wait that would tentatively cast Rhea as Nemesis & Oh BOY im living for that monsterous/unhuman villain angle and the whole ‘gone off the rails with Magic Power’ angle they both have (?? tentatively oh so tentatively) 

(but don’t get me wrong im weak and i like the edelgard-nemesis comparison very much because a) im gay for those kinda characters, b) cyclical fate bitch, c) y’all know that iconic shot of the silver snow sword clash cut scene? it SENDS me knowing the sword of the creator has changed sides since the opening skit & it’s changed hands from ‘nemesis’ to ‘seiros’ hhhhh)

i’m really not qualified to talk about this game yet bc ive only finished CF myself (but i have seen my brother play the other 3 routes & know the skeletons++ of them) but the idea that byleth parallels with seiros, not necessarily (just) sothis has been rattling around in the back of my brain for a While!! but ive forgotten how to put one word in front of the other & i’ve lost the thread of my thought. 

ok having said all that that.. i feel the need to say i look at stories from a Very secondary school class english lit perspective & think A Lot about themes and allegories and All That Jazz. thats just what i do lmao. so im rlly not good at meta lmao

damn. anon u gave me Thoughts. thank u!!

#ask #anon #spoilers #if this is super incoherent im So Sorry & ur an angel for sitting thru it lmao #also bc i like spelling things out.. anon is in no way affiliated with these thoughts of mine #im just using the ask as a riff #just in case ?? #anyway thank u for the ask!!!!! #im always here to wax lyrical about three houses shite in a level eng lit style hehehehe #also bc i fear for my life every time i post things like this .. in no way is this gospel truth #just me going ham on the 'what if' button in my literature braincell #i really shouldn't have had that cup of tea i can't hold my thoughts together lmao

[mywritingonlyfans]

Angst fic with Damiano David

prompt: a angsty about reader being sad (dami bff) 'cause damiano doesn't feel the same way romantically. ps. there's a lot of victoria de angelis being a angel in this fic, and it's basically about reader going through it.

warnings: none? it's just a bit sad and longer than usual.

 All the soft touches still tingled all over your body. His scent was until now stuck to you, you never thought you’d feel happy to have woody essence along with cigarette smoke on you. 

 Folding the sleeve of his sweater, you put your tea in one of the cups you always use when you were there. His cotton piece was comfortable, making you didn't regret wearing it in the morning; it was cold and wearing your tank top from the night before didn't feel right. The shorts from yesterday, that were making your legs freeze were enough trouble for you to handle. The remnants of your clothes and belongings were collected from the floor of his room and placed carefully on his headboard, you made sure you were being quiet. Damiano has always been a heavy sleeper, but your counscious prevented you from risking disturbing him when he looks so peaceful. You had already spent much time at his place so you memorized where every thing in his kitchen - and others rooms - was; baking eggs and making tea wasn’t a mystery for you. You had even separated a Tylenol tablet for Damiano, so he could have it with his tea when he woke up with a wicked hangover. He wasn't the type to get drunk and forget what he did, nor were you. Since when you were teenagers, you have gone out and been drunk together a lot of times, and although your feelings were already present, nothing never happened. This time, however, alcohol helped injecting a dose of courage on him. Being honest with yourself, you didn't remember who started it; but the kiss in the midst of the loud music, his hand on the back of your neck, the exchanging glances while dancing and the moment he took you home, they were pretty vividly in your mind. You still felt relaxed, as if his sweaty body was still over yours. Minutes with your eyes closed was enough to feel his eyes roaming your body all over again.

“Hi,” he said in a slurred voice, cutting off your line of thoughts. You jumped, briefly scared but soon turned your attention to reality; a tired Damiano scratching his eyes in front of you.

He was dressed, wearing sweatpants and sweatshirt, duly comfortable according to the weather. 

 “Headache?” You knew he was. He was always a good drinker, he put up with it a lot, but he was never one to get rid of the effects of alcohol on the next day. You, on the other hand, got on better with this issue; fortunately from the night before, only the good moments remained with you.

“Yeah, a bit,” he giggled. “What a night, I’d say.” He added, in a lower tone. What was acceptable, you also felt a bit weird to be in front of him.

“I got you some pills,” you pointed it out to him on the counter, trying to maintain a normal behavior; with no shacking voice or sweaty hands. Quite impossible. “I made tea too.”

“Dear God, you’re a life saver!” He smiled at you, eyes crinkled and all of his perfect teeth on display. Contagious.

You grinned, feeling your body getting lighter. “No worries. I’m glad to help.”

“Y’know, when I woke up and saw that you weren't there I thought you were gone. You know? Friendship destroyed and that whole thing. I’m happy to see you; relieved.” He took a sip of his tea, and maybe a bit of your heart with it. You were an explosion of feeling when it comes to him, you always have been. “That sweater looks good on you, you can keep it if you want. You know that’s my fave one.” And, yeah, you knew.

The tension on you was no longer intense, comforting you to let out the breath you were holding. “It’s good to hear that,” Your genuine smile managed to say many things, you wished Damiano had noticed you earlier on other occasions. “Do you remember that one time, when we were younger, that you were a bit crazy about a girl; Alice was his name.” You stopped; in need of air - nervous - and watched Dami's attentive face. “She was the first person to whom you dedicated a song, you played it to her at school break. The cutest thing I had ever seen. I think it was there that I realized, a little jealous—“

“Y/N,” his voice had been almost inaudible, causing no effect. Had he really tried?

“How in love I was with you.”

His face was paler than usual, he was paralyzed; speechless. You had never seen Damiano like this, the men was always all over the place in a sweet talkative mess.

It took a few minutes for you to be able to read his expressions and realize how fucked up you were. The dose of happiness in your blood had been able to manipulate you to believe in what you most wanted to happen.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” your blood had gone up to your ears, all you could pay attention to was the pressure in your head. How had you thought that after one specific night he would suddenly decide that he was in love with you? After all of this time that you were just a good friend for him? “I’m truly sorry but I’m don’t—“

“Feel the same way?” You finished. He nodded, apprehensively. You have never felt so stupid. It was a mixture of shame, fear and insecurity. You were unable to look directly at him, you knew that there was no change in following a friendship after what you just said, much less after the night before. You had never been so screwed.

“I’m the one who should be apologizing, I shouldn’t have said a thing.” You whispered, realizing that the lump in your throat had turned into tears that you didn't even know were running down your face.

“Come here,” he opened his arms, walking towards your emotionless frame. You allowed yourself to melt in his grip. 

 Your tears fell freely; you could even try to hold it back but there was no strength left for you to think about it. Your crying was silent, as was the kitchen room. Your head was full of questions and cursing at yourself. Suddenly you wished Damiano had yelled at you, asked you to get out of there or said he wouldn't never speak to you again. It seemed easier to deal with it in this alternative way than to have him comforting you for loving him. “Shh, it’ll alright. I could never be mad at you.”

He talked about your friendship, but you knew that nothing would end up well. Maybe for him. But for you? It’d not be that easy. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I should have known better, you were so loving with me last night that I thought— Fuck, we slept together. Which I know isn’t your fault because I don’t even remember who—“

“Stop, Y/N. Look at me,” He was being careful. You were making a person like Damiano calculate his words, that made you feel like pure shit. You stopped talking, looking at him was still difficult. He understood that you wouldn’t be doing so. “That’s fine. I don’t feel bad about you liking me in that way, you’re wonderful. I don't regret anything, last night was great, but I just... don't feel the same. I’d never do anything to hurt you. I can't even imagine how hard it’s being for you right now.” His words sounded sweet and sincere. He had tears in his eyes as well. His ability to be so empathetic to everyone was something you loved the most about him. He was probably killing himself on the inside for breaking you.

You nodded, leaning on the counter. You wanted to ask him if he remembered that he was your first kiss at the age of seven or all the times he sent you vinyl records with some message - that he had written himself - inside the cover. How did he not feel the same, shouldn't you be everything he wanted?

“Dami?” You sighed. Your eyes were red, your face probably swollen. You then looked straight at him; that surprisingly wasn’t much better than you. “Have you ever looked at me and seen me in another way? Something more than just your best friend?”

He didn’t say a thing, just look at you standing there. You get it.

“I think I should go,” You broke the silence that had been formed. You thought about taking his sweater off, but since you weren't wearing anything underneath, you thought it was better not; you’d have to go to his room to change, and then pick up your things only to delay your leaving.

“I can drive you home,” he said in a hush, looking for his car keys.

“It’s okay, a walk will be fine.”

“It’s fucking freezing outside, I can't let you walk over there like that.”

You ignored what he said, walking around the house to the front exit. He tried to grab your arm just for you to step back.

“I know you're just trying to help, but I need to be alone right now, without you near me.” You tried to say it in the most normal way possible, you didn't want to be mean, you only wanted to be fair to yourself.

“Sure.” It was the last thing you heard him say before you left, feeling the cold wind on your body. You didn't know if he had entered his house again or if he was watching you hug yourself as walking slowly to somewhere. You wouldn't dare to look back.

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“C’mon girl, get up here,” Upon hearing the husky, strong voice, you were relieved. 

 Victoria wasn’t wearing her usual jewelry and looked like she had just been woken up by force. You weren’t as close to her as you were with the other boys, however, you had never been so happy to see her.

You got in her car. “Thank you,”

“God, you look terrible. You’re fine?” You looked at your reflection in the rearview mirror and well, fine was definitely something you didn't look like.

“Dami asked you to come and get me?” Your throat was scratching, it was difficult to speak.

“Yeah,” she looked at you quickly, but due to your discomfort she backed off. More tears would come. “He didn't say why though, he just said he needed someone to come to you before you froze to death.” She said it in a way that made you laugh, even with your eyes filled with tears. “Did the two of you have a disagreement? You don't have to answer me if you don't want to.”

“Something similar.” You said shakily; due to your crying and chilly. Inside the car was heated, but your body was so cold that it didn't seem to be enough. You tried to snuggle in the passenger seat, letting your head rest against the window like in a sad film. Maybe that’d help.

“Here,” she handed you a coat, without hesitation you took it. “I brought it to you in case you needed it.”

You nodded slowly. “Thank you, Victoria,”

“You can call me Vic, just like everyone else,” she laughed.

You gave her a half smile. “Okay then, thank you very much, Vic,”

The rest of the day would be crying while you curled up in your bed, you’d let yourself feel at your worst; promising that you would try and change that the next day.

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You expected the first few days to be the hardest, but it seemed to get worse with each passing day. Damiano had tried to call you a few times and in all of them you responded dryly, using short words, pretending it’d be okay. You truly tried, but you needed time to process what happened. You told him that, and then time he gave you.

After completing a month of the incident, you noticed how 'dependent' you had become on him. He was always around since you were kids, any problem you had you would look for him to talk to, now you felt like you had nothing. Your friends were friends of his, too, more of his friends than yours. You missed having Thomas failing on teaching you how to play guitar on your couch and besides you thought about calling him - just to distract yourself - you remembered that he was more a friend of Damiano than yours. It’d be weird. None of them contacted you at that time, not even Thomas. You couldn't figure it out if Dami had told them what happened and they decided to give you space or if they just didn't care about you when you wasn’t around Damiano.

Basically, where Dami was you would be and vice versa. It had always been like that.

When you saw that just time wasn’t solving anything, you programmed yourself to live in a way that you were busy all the time. Your routine became work, home and most of the time taking the work to be done also in your home. You didn't feel energized to make new friends, and going out on dates could help momentarily but it wouldn't be fair to go out with someone in the ‘mood’ you were in; then these ideas were soon discarded. Sleeping was impossible, you spent hours rolling over in bed; both for the flashbacks that plagued your mind, but also for the fact that you missed him. The nights were worse when you visit your mother or when she called and said, "Dami never came to see me again." or something like. “Are you still talking to each other? We don't let someone like Damiano leave our lives.”

Deep down, you knew there was no way you could be in love with him forever and that no matter how much it hurt at that moment it would pass. You started to repeat it to yourself as much as you could, so when the boys got in touch with you again you didn't hesitate to answer. Nothing bad would happen, you just need to pretend to be fine. The first to send you a message was Thomas, with simple questions, he acted like nothing had happened, you liked it. Even though it was obvious that Thomas, as one of his boys, would know this in more detail than you did (which was a lie, but at least he knew how Damiano was feeling about it, which you wouldn't know). He updated you about Dami, who was great as always, and you said you were doing well when he asked. You answering him made Ethan talk to you too, although they were all polite and delicate, they seemed more to be sorry than to miss you. Pity wasn’t something you were expecting.

After five months, you still felt like crap. You had tried to stop counting the days that had passed since you last saw Damiano, but it was almost impossible. You could still remember that night vividly, but you were still trying your best to move on; leave it behind. Mysteriously, you wanted to see him, see how he was doing and find out if he had anything else to say but you were afraid to see him, go back to your place as his best friend just to realize that your feelings for him had not abated at all.

“...I haven't seen you in a while. I wonder if you're alright,” you heard when answering your phone. Your head hurt, your eyes stung. You had slept on spreadsheets that you brought home from your work.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Shit,” she murmured.

You looked at the phone screen. “Sorry Vic, I just woke up I'm still trying to copy.” You laughed to calm her down.

“I thought I didn't have my number,” her voice became softer, as if she was relieved that you had saved it. “I didn't want to wake you up, I'm sorry about that. I just wanted to know how you‘re doing, since I used to see you almost every day, y’know?”

You thought about saying that you saved her number the day Dami called to pick him up at a bar since his phone battery was dead and he was in no condition to drive, but Victoria clearly knew that. “Is Dami with you?”

“No,” her tone matched yours; Dami had told her, now she was being careful with her words. “I saved your number the day Dami needed to call you, in case I needed to call you again.”

“That’s alright, thanks for checking on me then.”

“But he would love to talk to you. He always asks the boys about you or comments on you so that someone can bring you up to the convo. He seems a bit lost when you not ‘round to be honest.”

Somehow hearing that made you happy. Still, the image of discomfort whenever you thought of talking to him scared you. The phone line was filled with silence, until Victoria's husky voice filled the line.

“Anyway, I didn't call you to talk about Damiano. We finally finished the album and decided to have a small celebration at my house,” you giggle at the formality. “We thought you should go, since you were present in more than half of the process. I‘d like you to come. We’d all like you to come.”

———

Your heart accelerated with each step you took as you entered Victoria's house. The rooms had a glow of being calm and the music that was playing helped to make the place cozy. The instrumental of the band reminded you of Fleetwood Mac, and for the little that you knew Vic you would say that the type of sound reminded you of her. 

 Her house wasn’t crowded, there were only a few people around; some you’ve seen before, some you haven’t. You thundered your fingers over some vinyl that were arranged in a corner, pretending to read them. You were looking for familiar faces, honestly even for Damiano, but for some unknown reason you didn't want to make that obvious. Your eyes captured Thomas talking to some girls, and soon you felt relieved to be dressed according to the occasion; or at least according to the girls who were close to Thomas. It didn't take long until he noticed you standing there, you waved and he came to you. He looked surprised, still he didn't wait for you to say anything else, just wrapped you in his arms so tight you had to ask him to let go in between muffled laughter.

“Vic working miracles! Come, I'll take you to the others.” He said in his cute form, holding your hand as guiding you through the house. “So, how's our best girl?”

Your lips parted in a smile. “I’m alright, pretty much the same to be honest,” there was no time for him to ask another question because you soon spotted Ethan and Victoria with their beers in hands. They seemed to be shocked to see you as well; and it was starting to irritate you for reasons you couldn't explain. Thomas put you behind him, hiding you from the two of them as if they hadn't seen you already. He was being such a sweetheart that he had even managed to soften the anxious butterflies in your stomach; but not enough to keep your mind free of worries and Damiano David. Thomas made a funny noise with his hands as Ethan ignored his attempt to be amusing, pulling you into a hug. Who would have thought you would have missed them so much.

“How long without seeing you, I force you not to do that again. Without you we are just another disorganized mess.” You laughed at his nonsense. Your smile was sincere, like it hadn't been for months, still you were forcing yourself a bit more to appear to be actually 'fine'. You’d like to know if they noticed, even though you were appreciating that they didn’t.

“No worries, I‘m not planning on leaving you guys alone.”

 Ethan and Thomas started to discuss about something, Ethan was already under the effect of alcohol, and from time to time they asked for your opinion on how Victoria had been strangely quiet. Atypical of her, but she didn't seem to be out of place or uncomfortable, just quiet.

“Did a cat eat the tongue of my newest attractive friend?”

“Not this time,” she showed you her tongue, and then smirked. Her eyes shone in differently way under your gaze and her make up was making her look more mature. “Are you feelin’ good? Thank you for coming.” Victoria was happy to see you, you could feel that. She might be curious, but pity wasn’t something possible to see in her; different from the other boys. “You must be tired of hearing that question, I'm sorry. It‘ll no longer be asked.”

Her voice was soft, comfortable to hear. “I appreciate that. I really have heard a lot of that, but despite everything, I feel good ‘bout bein’ here.”

“I feel even happier that you came then,” she put her hand gently on your waist. The other two didn't even remember you and Vic were there. “Let's get you something to drink, we bought that red drink Damiano always says you love.”

“No way, it’s bishop cocktail?” You looked at her, a big grin on your face, even though you remembered that this was the drink you were drinking when the universe decided it would be a good idea for you and Dami to have a one-night stand. Just a lovely reminder. “Have you mixed everything up? like the rum with the red wine? or with red drink you just want to say you bought wine?” You asked, ignoring your internal conflicts. Everything would be fine, you ket repeating to yourself.

“In fact, I remember once hearing you comment you didn't mind it being mixed up in a random bottle.”

She pulled a glass bottle out of a bucket full of ice and you couldn't believe she remembered that; given that you could count on your fingers the times that you had actually spoken to her. You didn’t avoid each other, just didn’t have much of the opportunities.

“Oh my god, that’s so fuckin’ lovely.” You whispered. She was quick to pick up a glass and hand it to you, filling it with the so well remembered liquid. You took a sip, and the taste - or alcohol - made your butterflies calmer. “Thanks for that, tastes like heaven.” She took a glass for herself, by her expression she thought it was a waste of rum. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.”

“If you think so, who am I to deny.”

“Don’t be a bummer,” you bumped your shoulder with hers, eliciting a cute sound from her that made you laugh as well.

You wish that sensation had lasted longer, even so when a random girl approached you to ask something, you felt heavy; like a sign. Her hair was golden in perfect waves and her face was angelic in an almost divine way. You might have been overreacting, but she was the type to catch all the attention to herself.

“You’re Y/N, right? I was startin’ to think that I’d never get to know you.” She hugged you tight and you wondered if she really didn't know you. When she released you, you felt your heart breaking right there in front of her. She was wearing Dami's sweater; the same one from that night, the same one that you wore. You wanted to be wrong, but you’d know that sweater from a distance even after years. “He talks so much about you. Can you believe we never met?” She asked, alternating her gaze between you and Victoria. She had been silent, you had forgotten that she was still there. Your head was miles away in thoughts, making you dizzy.

“Hi, Bella,” Victoria said. You remembered that name. Damiano talked about her on a few occasions, anyways he didn't seem to be in love - or you just didn’t want to see that. Maybe you haven’t been able to read him due to your stupid passion. “How’s everything?”

She started talking to Victoria and you couldn't concentrate on listening; all the alcohol in the world would not ease what you were feeling. How long have they been together? What was so special about her that Damiano gives her his favorite sweater? Were they together when you slept together? How did she end up with the same sweater you slept in that day?

She held the cup that was in your hands and handed it to Victoria. “Are you okay, hon’? You look a lil’ unwell. Do you want me to get you some water?”

“No need, I’m alright,” she patted your arm, and then checked your temperature. She was being nice, yet you couldn't pretend to be interested in being there anymore.

Thankfully, Victoria put an arm around your shoulders, asking if you want to join her to have a smoke. “It’ll be good, fresh air will do good to you.”

You agreed. Bella was worried and you felt bad about having to run away from her. She looked like an incredible person, sure Damiano was lucky to have her, that was just too much for you.

“Do this, you will feel better. We can talk later and so you can tell me everything about you and Dami, I’d love to hear you, since you’ve known each other for so long.” You looked for some irony in her voice, but you didn't found it. She was interested in you; after all, you were her boyfriend's best friend. It made sense.

Victoria guided you to the balcony, or at least halfway to it. Midway, someone stopped to talk to her, she tried to dismiss the person, however, as it was a thing related to the album, she would have no way out. “Victoria, it’s fine, I need some time alone.” You whispered to her, patting on her arm. She looked at you reluctantly, but understand. There wouldn't be much she could do for you.

Entering the balcony you felt an absurd urge to cry, your eyes itched and your legs were trembling. Was being in love meant to hurt this much, or was it just a game of chance?

You tried to take a deep breath, ease your heartbeats, telling yourself it was okay. You just needed to calm down. You leaned your body against the wall and watched the place. The plants near the fence - which you didn't know how Victoria had time to take care of them - the streets, and then the sky. Starry and moist, made for good memories that wouldn't come to you. When you felt ready enough to go out and face the party again, you ran into the one you were trying to avoid, Dami. Minutes ago you were anxious with the possibility to see him to know how he was, now you just wanted to run away and wipe these last months out of your mind.

“Y/N,” his body collided with yours while his arms wrapped around you, it was supposed to be a good thing, that you‘d feel safe as the same way you used to feel, except that was uncomfortable now. You couldn't even respond to his hug, for a second you thought you would escape without having to see him. He noticed and gave you space. “I swore that you wouldn't come. My god, it's so good to see you.” He ran his hands through his hair and you remained paralyzed in front of him.

You tried to focus on your breathing so that your voice came out without too many complications. “Yeah... It's good to see you, you look great.” It didn't work, your voice was shaky making your lie sound even worse. He looks great, you didn't lie, he seemed even happier and well rested. You wondered if it was because the album was ready or because now he had Bella.

You forced a smile, but unlike the others, Damiano knew you were acting. He didn’t judge or question, his face became tense, apprehensive. He knew that nothing was right.

“I thought about callin’ you more, goin’ to see you or something. The boys convinced me that it‘d be better not, that it could be even hard for you. I wonder if I shouldn't have done something different to help you because I know I fucked up too.” His hands were undecided between running through his hair and staying inside his pockets. He was nervous, at the same relieved to have spoken to you.

“It wasn't your fault, I’d never blame you for that,” you sighed, smiling slightly. It felt terrible to make him feel that way about it, but there wasn't much you could do. “I'm glad you gave me space when I asked, it's still hard to see you or think about talkin’ to you. It is as if everything that is tormenting me comes all at once.” It was good to say that to him. He nodded and you looked at each other for a while. It wasn't as uncomfortable as you thought it would be.

He was a few feet away from you while you were admiring the night, with your back against the wall. You wanted to leave, maybe go cry in your bed until you fell asleep, still you wanted things to work out with Dami, you wanted that tension and fear of seeing him to get out of your head. Despite that, if it was necessary to suffer in that process, it would not be worth it.

“She’s amazing,” it hurt to say that, but it was the truth. “Bella’s amazing, lucky girl.” You smiled sadly. Saying her name and seeing Dami smiling at that made you thank God for not seeing the two of them together, hugging or kissing. He‘d probably put his hand on her waist while she was talking to one of his friends or giving lightly kisses to her temple, just because he felt like it. Damiano was the cute type, you've seen it before.

“She is, an amazing person. She was all happy to have spoken to you. I told her all about our teenage years and how you always supported the band,” He had told her about you, would he have told her about you being in love with him? You thought to ask, soon giving up. It’d be shameful if so. “If I knew you would be here I’d not have come with her.” It made you think that he had told her.

“What would you do? Would you hide me from her for the rest of your life?” You sighed. it was supposed to sound like a joke, regrettably your voice sounded too cruel for that.

“It’s not like that,” he mumbled. “I was just tryin’ to think of you and—“

“I think I need to go Dami, it’s being too much. I’m sorry.” You needed to get out of there, you couldn't stop the tears anymore and you knew it was a bad idea to talk about her with him.

You took a few steps back just for Damiano to grab at your arm, without putting strength, just like a few months ago, to stop you in front of him. You turned your face away from looking at his eyes, feeling as the tears run down your cheek. You'd never be able to face him, this situation was only proving that to you even more.

“Please, Y/N. Just tell me what I need to do. I will do anything for you to talk to me again. I need you, you know that. The past few weeks have been a mess without you around. Even little my mom misses you. I’d do anything to have you back like before.” He was about to cry, his eyes shone with tears and it was painful to watch. He could do anything for you to stay; except what would make you stay. Unfortunately, it didn't depend only on his good will.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t do this,” you said in a lack of air, signaling the space around you with your finger. “But this, this is too much. It kills me to have to be close to you or to be close to things or people that remind me of you, seeing someone else with you doesn't help at all. I still think about the fact that we slept together... I can’t just forget it ‘cause it meant so much to me and to you, to you? it was nothing.” You were out of breath, you just wanted to cry in peace, put everything out until there was nothing left. 

 He released his hands of you, his face red and damp. It wasn't going to be easy for either of you. Time wouldn't matter; it wouldn’t change a thing because whenever you looked at him you’d wonder about how things could have been like if he had chosen you.

He whispered one more time that he was sorry, then let you go. He could have stopped you, but it's not like he knew what to do anymore. 

He watched as you walk out without even looking back.

——-

You went through the party walking fast, avoiding acquaintances and questions about why you were like that. Your body was heavy as well as your conscience. Outside the house the street was empty, the streetlights illuminated the sidewalk and along with the silence of the street you felt invited to sit there. You brought your knees close to your body, trying to breathe calmly. Pulling the air in, and then releasing it in a normal way. Your heart was beating so fast that your whole body was agitated. You tried to stay still. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling a little dizzy when you saw someone walk out the front door of the house. You dropped your knees, trying to look decent, but gave up as soon as the person came closer to you and you saw that it was Victoria. She sat next to you, pulling you into a hug. You were happy that she went to you.

“I’m fine,” you murmured, hugging her waist and hiding your face in the fabric of her shirt.

“Stop saying that you’re fine when you’re far from being fine, I won’t judge you sweetheart,” she comforted you, giving you a extra squeezing. You were far from being alright, but it helped, having someone there helped.

She placed her chin on top of your head, soothing you until your crying softened. She rubbed your back and whispered that it’d be okay.

“Did Damiano send you here?”

“No, darlin’. He said that you had talked, and then you had to leave, he didn't look well, I thought you wouldn't be either.”

“And then you decided to look out for me?” You laughed, still tucked in her warm arms.

“Yep, sounds like you need me, don’t you think?” She laughed too, causing the vibration of her chest next to yours make you feel taken in.

“Why’s love so painful?”

Victoria didn't answer, she was thoughtful for a few minutes, and then she stood up, holding out her hand for you.

“What?”

“I won’t be taking no as an answer, you’ll get in the car with me and we will do something, anything, drink milk shakes, fill up our bellies with pizza ‘til we can't take it anymore, or even rob a bank.” She held you by the waist, lifting you up for her. “Please,”

You didn't see why not to accept. There was nothing worse that could get even worse at the moment, maybe going somewhere would do you good. “Even rob a bank?” She nodded, pointing to where her car was.

A smile spreading across her lovely face as you realized you’d go anywhere she wanted with her. “Yes, even robbing a bank.”

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 11 - Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

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Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. Chapter Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, minor kissing.

A/N> In the previous chapter I said that maybe I would put the fic in Hiatus, and on Saturday I managed to write four chapters. So I believe I'll be able to finish everything by next weekend. Good reading everyone.

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Part XI - The Sixth Year (Part One)

Everything is different now.

You can feel it in your bones. You can feel it in the air, in the room, in the way your butler won't leave the radio playing on the kitchen counter because the music has been replaced by news of disappearances all over the magical and non-magical community.

Even now, sitting at the kitchen table while everyone is eating their breakfast beside you, you find it hard to relax. Jarvis doesn't have to turn the radio back on for you to know how things are going on outside the protected gardens of the Stark mansion.

"I've already prepared the fireplace, Mister Tony." Announced Jarvis next, his hands on his back. Your brother murmured, still in the middle of sipping his coffee.

"Thank you, Jarvis." He then spoke, placing the cup on the table. "I'm expecting mail, if Iron comes back with anything, save it for me okay?"

"Of course, Mr. Tony."

"Jarvis?" You called out before your butler returned to the kitchen. He looked gently at you. "Aren't you going to have breakfast with us?"

The man hesitated, straightening his suit vest slightly.

"I've already eaten, miss. But I appreciate the invitation." He says making mention of turning around, you add quickly.

"Where are you going?"

There it is again. The tension you have noticed since you returned from the hospital. Caught in the way Jarvis looks quickly at Tony and your sisters before a smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms. He clears his throat lightly.

"I have my chores, miss." He answers politely. "Nothing you need to worry about."

"Is the order, isn't it?"

As soon as the words escape, silence falls on the table. Gamora stops stirring her tea in mid-motion, but you keep your gaze on Jarvis.

"Miss Stark, please, I mustn't be late." He insists and you sigh, nodding. Jarvis walks away, but the table remains silent. You have your fists clenched in your lap, waiting.

And realizing that just as before, when you began to notice the rushed exits, the whispers, the locked doors, and the hiding spells, you realized that none of your siblings would say anything.

So you rolled your eyes and stood up, throwing your napkin on the table and walking out of the kitchen with hard steps.

Tony called out to you, but you ignored him. Gamora reached you when you were already in your room.

"If you've come to tell me there's nothing going on, you can leave." You let her know sitting up in your bed, your mind working on theories. Gamora sighed lightly.

"I'm not." She says as she moves closer to sit beside you. "But I can't tell you everything either."

"All summer, Gamora." You begin. "All summer you guys have been keeping secrets from me. And damn it, I've done it for a long time, and I understand. But I thought...I thought after last year, things were going to change. Everybody knows about the prophecy, and I'm still dealing with it alone."

"You are not alone." She retorts as she straightens up in bed, turning her body toward you, but you continue to stare at your lap. "You're not. We're just trying to protect you."

You give a short laugh.

"I'm not, really, you're right." You sneer bitterly. "I only have Wanda and she is more than enough."

Gamora sighs, but does not contradict you. You stand up looking for a change of clothes.

"Are you going to her house again?" Gamora asks as she sees you rummaging through the closets. You don't face her to speak.

"I don't get lied to in the Maximoff residence."

Gamora rolls her eyes.

"You've barely stayed home this summer." She complains. "We've missed you."

"Ironic you say that since when I am here you guys are having secret meetings without me." You retorted angrily, putting your pajama set into a backpack.

“Y/N…” she starts but doesn't continue. You feel frustrated and impatient, and you roll your eyes at her lack of honesty.

"See you tomorrow." You say before leaving with the backpack.

You went straight to the living room, and ignoring the questioning look from Tony and Nebula at the kitchen table, you made your way to the fireplace.

Before you used the floo powder, Tony was calling you.

"You know you still leave here, right?" He quipped, and you resisted the urge to start a fight.

You stumbled into the fireplace, the magic dust in your hands. Within seconds, you were in the living room of Maximoff Residence.

"Wanda, your girlfriend is here!" Pietro yelled as he turned his attention to the pages."Again." He muttered softly making you giggle as you walked out of their fireplace.

You stepped closer only to shove the magazine he was holding to his face in a childish act and ignore his irritated grunt as you kicked off your shoes, knowing Erik hated getting his carpet dirty.

You had gotten quite comfortable at Maximoff Residence this summer. After St.Mungus, you and Wanda have been spending a lot of time together.

Part of you knows it's because you've been kept out of order, and it's created a nervous tension between you and your siblings, Wanda's house being the only place where no one seems to keep things from you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your girlfriend's sudden presence in the room, and you had two seconds to smile at her before Wanda steps forward from the hallway towards you, her arms around your neck in a tight hug. You felt your face heat up, but soon she was pulling away to place several kisses on your cheeks, making you giggle shyly as Pietro mimicked vomiting noises.

"My god, it's ten in the morning." He complained while getting up, but you ignored it, your hands rubbing Wanda's back as you looked at her adoringly.

"Good morning my love." You greeted her.

"Good morning sweetheart" She replied, looking at you the same way. "To what do I owe this wonderful visit?"

"I missed you."

"I missed y..."

"This is too gay for ten in the morning." Pietro complained loudly again, now walking past you into the hallway and turning into the kitchen as you and Wanda giggled.

“"Have you had breakfast yet?" She asked, bringing her hands to your cheeks, caressing your skin.

You mumbled yes, omitting the part that your meal was interrupted by a little argument to steal a peck from Wanda, who bit her lip when you moved away.

She turned her head to look down the hall for a second and then moved forward, kissing you firmly this time. You smiled against her lips, melting as her hand gently scratched the back of your neck.

She pulled back a moment later, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.

"Come say good morning to my dad before he comes to get you himself." She asked as she pulled away, her hand intertwining with yours to pull you towards the kitchen.

As soon as Erik saw you, he put the paper down on the table and smiled, waving for you to sit down, and you did it shyly, Wanda following you.

"It's good to see you, Miss Stark." He says. "Hope everything is alright at home?"

"Probably not since she's always here now." Pietro scoffs before you respond and lets out an exclamation of pain when Wanda hits him in the head with a small wave of energy. Erik shoots her a disapproving look but says nothing.

You get caught up in small talk while you eat together, and you're more aware of Wanda's presence than anything else, but Erik calls to you.

"Will you join us in the diagonal alley?" he asks curiously and you bite the inside of your cheek, uncertain.

"Actually, Tony asked me not to go out in public." You say. "Because of everything that's going on."

"Oh yes I understand." Erik says thoughtfully. "I was in the alley last week, and most of the stores are closed. People are scared, and crime increased considerably with the return of the walkers."

The mood at the table changes, but you feel your body relax with Wanda's hand on your knee.

"What has the order done about it, sir?" You ask and Erik frowns slightly in surprise.

"Forgive me Miss Stark, I assumed your brother was telling you about the delicate situation the order is in, so I didn't mention anything." He says and straightens his posture in the chair. "We believe there is a traitor among us."

You look at him in surprise, as do his children. Erik takes a deep breath.

"Of course any of you shouldn't worry about that." He says. "That's a matter for the members."

"Fury recruited my brother, sir?" You question and Erik hesitates, then nods. You feel your stomach sink. Tony didn't tell you about it. "And my sisters?"

"No. Not them." He quickly denies it. "We voted to add new members, and it needs to be a unanimous decision. I don't approve of adding children to order."

"But you approve Tony?" You accuse with a frown.

"Your brother is of legal age, Miss Stark." He argues. "He is a powerful, resourceful, and talented wizard. He has the right to fight if he wishes."

"He's only two years older than me." You retort. "I don't want him to be in danger."

"He insisted." Erik tells you. "He insisted because he wants to protect you. I had my doubts about that, due to his age, but he asked for my vote. He wants to help."

You swallow the urge to cry, absorbing the teacher's words.

"Jarvis too, right?" You ask and Erik takes a sip of coffee before answering.

"I must not share the order's membership list." He comments lightly jokingly, but you grimace. Erik sighs. "We are trying to keep it as a secret as much information as possible. The situation is too tense with the ministry, and with so many attacks, we are not knowing who to trust."

"You haven't said anything about this all summer, papa." Pietro comments thoughtfully. "Why now?"

Erik swallows hard, putting the mug down on the table.

"Because Wanda is going to Hogwarts next week, and I won't be there to keep her safe."

You can feel Wanda's surprise and anxiety mix with yours, and your hand rests in hers on your knee.

"What are you talking about?" Wanda questions and Erik takes a deep breath.

"I will not be returning to the castle this year." He says. "The ministry ordered my removal."

"What?" The three of you exclaimed together and Erik gestured lightly for you to calm down.

"There are many rumors about the Ministry of Magic's involvement in the rise of Mephisto. The facilities that were granted to the walkers, in addition to the encouragement of the propaganda of purity of blood." He counts. "What happened at the ministry, with you two, created quite a problem for the minister. He can't blame Harkness because she disappeared, but it was only a matter of time before he found out that I was the one who recommended the special classes with her."

"But you were helping us!" You exclaimed indignantly. "And you're on the side of order!"

"Exactly, Miss Stark." He says. "I'm afraid the minister's interest is just that. To remove all members of the order from the castle."

"Papa, what will happen to you?" Pietro asks worriedly, but Erik smiles, giving him a reassuring look.

"Do not worry." He says. "They'll do an investigation, and the minister will prolong my removal as long as he can. In the meantime I'll help the order. Our priority is to finish off Mephisto's brute strength before he regains all his followers."

"What will happen at the castle this year?" Pietro questions worriedly, and you and Wanda share his expression. Erik taps his fingers on the table lightly.

"I have my suspicions, but all the possibilities are bad." He declares. "But Wanda will have professor Stephen and Maria there. Don't hesitate to reach out for them."

"That's not very comforting." Pietro mutters and Erik flashes his son a sad smile.

"But I guarantee that whatever happens at Hogwarts, it will be better than the outside." He says. "None of you have experienced a wizarding war before.Believe me when I say that the backyards of the school are safer, no matter how awful they seem to be."

Pietro sighs.

"I am worried, Papa." He says. "Wanda will be there alone."

You frown. "Hey!"

Pietro gives a short smile. "You know what I meant." He clarifies. "I won't be there, and neither will you. I don't understand why she can't stay home."

"Because it's more dangerous here." He comments. "The only reason you're not coming back to the castle is because of your small act last year, Pietro."

Pietro looks away, grimacing at Erik's disapproving tone. All the times you've been here, the topic of Pietro dropping out of school always made Erik grumpy and created a nervous tension between him and his son.

Erik clears his throat.

"Since you have decided that you will not become a competent wizard, I expect you to help me during this period." Erik declares causing you and Wanda to exchange a look, uncertain about getting into the conversation. Pietro rolls his eyes. "I'm sure your Aunt Raven has some task to keep you busy."

"Of course, papa." Pietro mumbles wryly, laying his face in his arms on the table.

Erik sighs before turning his gaze back to Wanda and you.

"We may be at war now, but your education is still important, my dear." He says. "I wanted to make sure you got your N.E.W.T. We're going to need good witches for when this is all over."

Wanda smiled shyly, and you fell silent again. Your head was a mess, millions of possibilities about the next year flashing by and noticing your nervousness, Wanda excused herself to the table, and led you by the hand out of the kitchen.

She smiled at you in the hallway, but only stopped walking when you two reached her room.

"You're nervous." She commented as she gently pushed you onto her bed.

You sat down, and Wanda settled into your lap, your hands automatically going to her waist as she hugged you. You sank your face into her neck, breathing in her perfume deeply and feeling your whole body relax at once, becoming slightly dizzy with how comfortable you felt.

"I love you." You whispered against her skin, and Wanda pressed you tighter against her, making you fall back against the mattress with a giggle. With her lack of response, you began to caress her back, feeling her breath against your neck.

When she pulled away, she got off you, throwing herself on the bed next while biting back a smile.

"What?" you asked, curious by her expression. She shook her head slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"I just think I have never felt as happy as I do when I am with you."

You smile at the confession, feeling your heart race as you turn your body toward her, resting your face in your hand and your elbow on the bed.

Your fingers come up to her face, brushing her hair out of her eyes to place behind her ear, as she looks at you adoringly.

"What am I going to do without you next year, huh?" you ask, causing her to giggle a little, as she reached up to rest her hand on your waist.

"Do you think we'll be able to talk through thoughts by then?" She jokes putting on a mock expression, making you laugh.

"I wish I had that now, so you could help me with my exams." You retort in the same tone, making Wanda laugh.

"I can help you with some actual studying for your exams." She suggests and you raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, yes, because study sessions work out very well for us, don't they, Miss wandering hands?" You tease and Wanda smiles mischievously bringing your faces closer together.

"It's not my fault you're irresistible." She whispers before kissing your lips softly. You both sigh, but just as you go to deepen the kiss, Pietro is entering the room and Wanda lets out a grumble as she pulls away and sits on the bed.

“Can I help you Pietro?” Wanda asks impatiently.

"Can you let go of your girlfriend for a second to talk to your brother?" He teases causing Wanda to roll her eyes, but you giggle, settling comfortably on the bed. "I need to tell you both something."

"Then stop the suspense and just tell us." You grumble, wishing you would go back to kissing Wanda.

Pietro checks the hallway, then closes the bedroom door. You and Wanda frown.

"I think there's something important going on in the order." He declares. "But I have no idea what it is."

"That's not very reassuring." Wanda mocks making you laugh and Pietro grimaces. " What gave you this idea anyway?"

"Dad's been getting owls." He counters. "You haven't noticed anything strange because you're making out all the time."

"Jealous." Wanda teases, making you laugh, but Pietro rolls his eyes sighing impatiently.

"Yeah, yeah, you guys are cute and all, but you don't seem to be noticing the rest of the world." He complains, crossing his arms. "We have a war going on and all you girls are doing is kissing each other."

Wanda sighs, getting up.

"And we'd like to get back to that, so you can leave." She complained pushing her brother by the shoulders, while you laughed at the indignant expression he made while complaining that that was an important matter.

Wanda ushered him out, and locked the door, turning to you with a mischievous grin.

"Where were we?" She asked as she approached, and all you did was open your arms for her to jump into your lap again.

You knew that this was indeed an important matter, but you couldn't focus on much else as you had Wanda on your lap kissing your mouth eagerly, her tongue sliding into yours as her hands squeezed your shoulders gently.

You kissed so many times that summer, but it seemed to get better, and more and more addictive. You had no idea if it was because you were connected to her, or if it was because you were in love, but either way, you didn't want to stop.

But then the door was opening again, and Wanda let out a grumble as she jumped away from your lap, trying to disguise her smudged lipstick and swollen lips.

"Girls, you know the rules." Erik warned with a serious tone. "The door must always stay open."

"Yes, sir." You and Wanda muttered breathlessly, and Erik rolled his eyes before leaving. When his footsteps became distant, you and Wanda began to giggle, and you fell beside her on the bed, both of you trying to normalize your breathing and disguise how affected you were by the little make-out session.

In the silence, Wanda intertwined your hands together, but you both continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Do...do you think Pietro might be right?" Wanda asked next, her voice low. You shifted your gaze to her, waiting for her to clarify. Wanda swallowed dryly before doing so. "About this. About us not paying attention to the war or anything else. I just...I'm afraid he's right."

You straightened to turn your body toward her properly, resting your head on the hand of the arm that you popped your elbow on the mattress. Wanda copied your movement, and you smiled at her as you moved your fingers up to caress her face.

"I think it's unfair for Pietro to say that." You say. "Every time I've tried to bring up order, war, or anything related to that, I've been called a child. So I think it's unfair that just because I'm focusing on the most important part of my life I get called out for it."

Wanda's eyes widened slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"You think I'm the most important part of your life?" She asked shyly, making you smile.

"Of course you are, Wanda." You reply as if it were obvious, squeezing her reddened cheek and making her laugh. "My little grumpy witch."

Wanda rolls her eyes, grabbing a fistful of your shirt to pull you close, and give you a lingering kiss. You smile against her lips, and when she pulls away she keeps her forehead pressed against yours.

"I love you." She whispers with her eyes closed. "I love you so much I think I'm going to suffocate."

You sigh, feeling her emotions. She feels love, vibrant, pulsing. You think you might cry if you don't keep your eyes closed.

"I know." You whisper back. "It's like you can't put all the love out, no matter how hard you try."

"Does that scare you?" Wanda asks, her hand coming down on your waist. "Us? How intense it feels?"

You let out a short laugh.

"Scare me?" You retort. "It's the only thing that secures me."

Wanda sighs, pulling away to look at you. You smile, your hand on her cheek, caressing her skin with your thumb.

"You, Wanda Maximoff, are the only certain I hold on to." You confess. "You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. My love for you is the only thing I am sure I never want to lose."

Wanda's eyes are watery, but you know they are tears of happiness. You can feel it too. And you don't need her to say it back to you to know either.

"I can't lose you." She whispers as she lets the tears flow. "I won't survive."

"I'm not going anywhere, Wanda." You assure by looking into her eyes, but she swallows dryly, unable to hold back her tears. You feel her despair, you want to get these feelings out of her, but you don't know how. You hold her tightly, and Wanda lies against you.

When she opens her mind to you, you understand. She still thinks of you in the dungeons of the castle. She shares her insecurities, and her traumas. You take it all in, and the grip tightens. You also begin to cry when she stops sharing.

"I'm sorry." You tell her, and repeat it a few times until she stops crying. When she does, you're both exhausted, and she just pulls away to straighten up, her face buried in your neck, inhaling your perfume.

"Stay with me." She asks against your skin, and you smile with your eyes closed.

"I will." You whisper against her ear. "I will stay forever."

//-//-//-//-//

Hogwarts feels different.

Although the trip to the castle was the same as other years, there is a different tension in the air.

The train was also considerably emptier.

Not that you noticed it so much, Wanda's presence being your complete focus. Your sisters' teasing about it making you ignore your surroundings even more just to look at Wanda.

And when you all arrived at the castle, everything seemed even worse than last year.

"Are those dementors?" Gamora asks in surprise as you all are walking down toward the carriages. You notice the buzzing around the train, the other students also noticing the creatures flying over the castle in the distance.

Wanda's hand intertwined in yours is the only thing keeping you calm.

Before you can show any reaction, Drax, the fighter guard is shouting for everyone to hurry, that it was not safe to stay outside, and you were pushed along with the crowd inside the vehicles.

"What the hell is going on with this place?" Nebula asks as the carriage starts to move.

"I don't know, but having Dementors back in the castle is definitely not a good sign." Wanda comments looking out the window.

The silence of the drive to the castle is filled with speculation about the changes at the beginning of the year, and none of you are excited for Professor Kaecilius' continuing direction. Nobody seems happy with the absence of Professor Erik on the faculty either.

You don't miss the opportunity to tease Gamora about her boyfriend not coming back to Hogwarts this year, but it backfires when she scoffs that not everyone needs to be together all the time like you and Wanda to date.

When you finally arrived, there were aurors in almost every corridor of the castle now, but they were shabby-looking wizards you had never seen before, and no sign of Carol Danvers.

As soon as you made mention of joining the Slytherin table, one of them put his hand in your way.

"Each student must join their house at the opening ceremony." Said the wizard seriously, and you frowned.

"That's ridiculous." You retorted impatiently, taking a step forward. The wizard drew his wand and you widened your eyes in surprise, automatically covering Wanda with your body.

"I won't say it again." Warned the man, and you were ready to duel, but Professor Strange seemed to have emerged from the floor, and touched your shoulder quickly.

"Miss Stark, please, let's all calm down." He ordered, and you grimaced in indignation. The small scene was already attracting the attention of the students who were entering the hall.

"Tell the student to go to her assigned table or she will be punished, professor." Warned the auror and you clenched your jaw, taking a step forward, but Wanda squeezed your hand pulling you back.

"Please, everyone in your seats right now." Strange said. "Let's not start the year with a fuss, okay?"

You ignored Stephen to look at Wanda, who let go of your hand to gently smooth your cloak, moving closer to kiss your cheek, and whisper in your ear "I love you." before turning away, smiling shyly as she turned to the Slytherin table and left.

You sighed, exchanging an angry look with the auror before walking over to the Hufflepuff table, Mantis behind you.

The year's announcements were even more absurd.

"[...] As many of you may have known this summer, as per the announcements of the Daily Prophet, I will be taking over as headmaster of Hogwarts." Announced Professor Kaecilius with a polite smile that made you roll your eyes. Your attention immediately returned to the Slytherin table, and you already found Wanda looking at you.

When your gazes meet, she blushes, quickly turning away, and making you smile.

"Hey, that sounds important." Mantis commented beside you, noticing that you were distracted, exchanging glances with Wanda across the hall.

You mumbled, pretending to pay attention to the director.

"It is clear that this will be a difficult year for us, and typically adverse until the Ministry of Magic faces the dangers beyond this castle." Kaecilius commented and you frowned, finally paying attention to the speech. "It is to prioritize the safety of the students, I have been in contact with the minister of magic himself, and new conceptions have been allowed this year to properly prepare the students for the dangers of the wizarding world."

The hall shared some buzz, but the professor just cleared his throat, continuing to speak.

"This year we will be accompanied not only by the guards of Azkaban, but also by a team of special aurors, sent by the minister himself to ensure the integrity of the castle and the safety of our students. " Kaecilius said, motioning in the center of the hall. "In addition, a change was necessary in the curriculum of this school, due to the disfavor the old direction caused in the education of all of you."

"That doesn't sound good." Mantis whispered beside you.

"I'm sure it isn't." You whispered back, looking at the principal.

"The importance of teaching without ideological barriers has been reassessed, and the minister has decided that freedom is a crucial point in the education of our society." Kaecilius announced, holding out his arms. "Classifications like right, or wrong, are... backwardness. We, as a free society, need to evolve. And we are going to start that here. With our young people."

You're not sure if it was an auror or one of the teachers who applauded first, but soon the hall followed, more out of cordiality than anything else. You did not, nor did Mantis, or any of your friends, and neither did some of the other students.

When dinner was served, you felt too concerned to feed yourself, but Mantis poked you in the ribs.

"What do you think all that speech meant?" She asks and you stir your steak with your fork, sighing before answering.

"Don't you think it's obvious?" You ask rhetorically. "They're going to teach dark magic."

Mantis's eyes widen in surprise, but you feel tired. You want to go back to where Wanda is.

But then Peter Parker is speaking.

"Did you hear what some of the Gryffindors are saying about Minister Schmidt's aurors?" he asked and you and Mantis both deny with your heads. He leaned in, lowering his voice. "They are called the Red Skulls. They were a task force in the first war. And they weren't on the right side."

You become apprehensive at the information. It's as if Hogwarts is being controlled by the wrong people now. You really have no appetite after that. So all you do during dinner is listen to the parallel conversations between your housemates and your friend.

You wished Harley had come back to Hogwarts this year, but she wrote to you over the summer saying that just like Ivy, she would study magic from home now. You missed her lightness when you had to listen to Peter's nervous comments.

As dinner ended, you hoped to join Wanda, but the aurors controlled the lines back to the dormitories, wands in hand.

You clenched your jaw, feeling frustrated and angry as soon as you made mention of leaving the line and the same auror from earlier appeared.

"Let's not do that again, Stark girl." He warned and you held your wand in your robes, staring at him angrily.

"A word, Stark?" Professor Strange interrupted again, appearing beside the auror. He touched the wizard on the shoulder. "Please, Mr. Klaue, I will escort Miss Stark back to the Hufflepuff dormitory when we're done."

The minor wizard stared back at you before turning his attention back to the line and Stephen gestured with his head for you to accompany him out of the hall.

You walked to the corner of the entrance, and Stephen leaned slightly toward you.

"How are things, Stark? Did you have a good summer?" He asked, making you frown.

"The best." You replied dryly. " Everything was awesome until I came back and some jerk kept me from seeing my girlfriend."

Stephen sighed lightly, looking at the rest of the rows that were moving away, the hall quickly becoming empty.

"I'm sorry about that. I wish things were different, but they won't be for long." He says, practically whispering. You cross your arms, annoyed at the way the aurors in the distance are clearly watching you and Stephen talk.

"What the hell is going on in this place anyway, professor?" You ask irritated.

"The same thing that's going on outside." He replies. "Miss Stark, I won't have as many opportunities to talk to you this year. So I'll say it now. Be careful. Not like the years before, going out at night and sneaking out of the castle. No. Hogwarts will not be the same this year. You, as well as your friends, must be careful."

You frowned, but softened your expression as you noticed the pure concern on Strange's face. But before you could say anything, he was looking away and there was an auror beside you.

"Students should return to their dormitories after dinner." The man announced, already grabbing your arm and making you let out a mixed exclamation of surprise and anger.

"There's no need for that." The professor immediately interfered, releasing the man's grip, who took a step forward.

"I would be careful with secrets, Mr. Strange." Warned the wizard. "You don't want to be tried for treason, like that mudblood, do you?"

Strange clenched his jaw, and you think you've never seen him so angry.

"Do not threaten me, Mr Stane." Stephen retorted, and you swallowed dryly as you saw the wizard grab his wand on his belt, but he didn't draw it. The wizard just laughed wryly and made a noise with his mouth, like a whistle, to get you to walk.

You exchanged a look with the professor before doing so, hurrying to keep up with the end of the Hufflepuff line.

//-//-//-//-//

You were too worried to sleep.

And nothing had happened, but just the fact that you knew things were different made you uncomfortable and worried about Wanda's safety.

You had your cloak, and ignoring Strange's instructions, you waited for everyone to be asleep before leaving the dorm, completely invisible in the dark.

Aurors were making rounds through the halls, much more than before. And there were many more wizards, and you didn't know where they seemed to come from.

You thought it best to put a spell on your shoes so they wouldn't make noise, and so you passed through the corridors quietly.

At the portrait door your troubles began.

"Hey buddy, let me in." You warned the painting, which grumbled as it was woken up, squinting and then assuming a stern posture.

"Get out of here, blood traitor!" Retorted the painting causing you to frown.

"Say that again and I will rip you apart!" You angrily warned, but the painting gave a mean little laugh and then began to shout.

"Student out of bed, student out of bed!" His high-pitched voice echoed in the halls, and you hurried to cover your head with your cloak again, feeling your heart race when you heard footsteps approaching through the halls.

You started to run, and only stopped when you were far enough away.

And then you realized where you were again.

You remember the path from your nightmares.

Swallowing hard, you take a step back, but you bump into the wall.

It is the entrance to the dungeon where Agatha took you.

Nothing looks different, you wonder if the ministry even went in there.

You feel your stomach turn, and your heart is racing even more. The memories of what happened come back all at once, but you close your eyes, taking a deep breath and pushing them away.

You are safe.

And you walk away from that corridor quickly, feeling suffocated.

And then you bump into someone, trip over the cloak, and fall to the floor.

"Interesting choice of destination, Miss Stark." Professor Kaecilius comments as you swallow dryly, looking at him while you are still on the floor. He keeps his hands in his pockets."I was hoping for a more mature attitude in your sixth year, but clearly that was a mistaken expectation."

"Sorry, professor, but I'm still sleepwalking." You retort getting up, and are surprised that he gives you a wry smile. You feel nervous then, because he is now so comfortable at Hogwarts that he feels free to laugh at your jokes.

"I should have predicted that you would come back to this place." He then says, looking toward the room for a moment before returning his gaze to you. "If you had asked permission, perhaps I would have conceived."

You clench your jaw, not knowing exactly how to escape this confusion. Professor Kaecilius assumes a stern expression next.

"I don't care for the unruly way that Agatha conducted this school, but I assure you that it will not be the same manner in which I will conduct it." He says and with a flick of his right hand, the fallen invisibility cloak closes and jumps on his arm. You swallow dryly, but say nothing. "Adjusting to the new curriculum will take up most of your routine during this week, but you must learn to value the rules. Your detentions will take place on Saturdays for the next three months."

"Three months?" You exclaim in shock, and Kaecilius sighs.

"Perhaps four would be more appropriate, you have a bad track record."

You bite your tongue, holding back from cursing your teacher.

" Follow me to your dormitory, Miss Stark." Says the professor next, already starting to walk. "We don't want any more incidents, do we?"

The path is silent, but there is a nervous tension.

At the door, Professor Kaecilius turns to you.

"I would sleep now, if I were you, Miss Stark." He warns. "It takes discipline to become a competent witch, and sleep will not be an acceptable excuse for failing your classes."

You frown, but the professor waves, and you walk into the dormitory, the doorframe closing behind you.

Just as you reach your room, Mantis is opening the curtains on her bed.

"Where the hell have you been?" She asks worriedly as you take off your shoes to lie down.

"Wanda." You grumble before throwing yourself onto the mattress, sinking your face into the pillow. Seeing your dissatisfaction, Mantis sits up in your bed, poking you lightly in the ribs.

"What happened?" she asks and you sigh in frustration. When you tell her what happened, she has a mixed expression of concern and annoyance.

"I'm sorry about the cloak." She says. "And well, about the detention too."

"It's okay." You mumble. "I just wanted to see my girlfriend."

"I'm sure she's fine." Mantis says, and seeing your grimace she giggles. "Can't you feel these things? If you're not sensing anything, she's asleep, right?"

You sigh, nodding. Mantis is right. You just miss her, but other than that, you don't have any chills or anything. Wanda is safe.

"Thank you, Mantis." You say shyly, playing with the threads of the pillow. "Sometimes, I don't remember that, and I worry for nothing."

"It's okay." She says. "That's how it is when you love someone."

You smile and Mantis gives you a wink before getting up, and returning to her own bed.

"Now, let's go to sleep please, I'm thinking we're in for a busy week." She comments and you murmur in agreement.

You are afraid that " busy" is not the best adjective to define it.

//-//-//-//-//

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Flashlight

Author's note: Wasn't episode 8 just lovely? I just couldn't get this out of my head, they're becoming so dependent on each other. Be still my beating heart. They're reminding me of my MoonMun couple so much and I think that explains my obsession and the amount of fics I've written thus far lol.

Summary: Just for tonight he'll be selfish.

"Are you okay now? Is there someone there?" He moves towards the dark alley that she came bolting from looking as frightened as he's ever seen her. He feels his muscles coil ready to protect her by any means possible. But before he can move she's tightening her hold on him, clinging to him now he can feel her warmth all around him like a blanket.

"No! Don't leave me." Hearing that scared plea causes a blurry memory to resurface in his mind, he can almost feel the words swimming in his mind but the memory is foggy and it evaporates as quickly as it formed.

Strange.

"Okay, okay. I'm not going anywhere. Let's go inside." He starts to maneuver her toward her house at first she moves with him but then she stills, letting out a small sound of recollection.

"My phone." She whispers into his chest, they are pressed so closely he can feel her heartbeat still pounding through her chest into his. He strokes her back in a lazy soothing manner, shocked when she melts into his embrace further. Nothing is making sense at this moment but he doesn't care enough to stop, this.

"What about your phone?" He redirects the conversation and she continues, "I dropped it in there when I ran away."

"Okay. I'll go get it, wait here." He starts to gently untangle her hands from his flannel but she lets out a whine, gripping his shirt even stronger and moving with him.

"I'll---let's go together."

She's trembling now, positively shaking in her spot and he wants to argue with her to just go inside and wait for him but her earlier plea echoes in his ears. He can't leave her alone not right now, so he steps forward feeling her move with him, one step after another until he sees the rectangular object on the ground.

"I'm going to bend down to get it." He can feel her shifting beside him looking around wildly but thankfully no ominous figure appears, they are alone.

After a moment she nods, letting go enough for him to bend and retrieve the device and he checks the screen noting happily that it's not damaged but when he touches the screen it doesn't turn on so he tries again.

"It's dead. I forgot to charge it." She admits, taking the phone from his grasp.

He turns to her with a sharp stare, "You stayed out late after what happened and didn't charge your phone? Are you that fearless?" He chides, frustrated with her lack of awareness and disregard for her safety. If anything ever happened to her he would.... He would.......

"It wasn't on purpose. I didn't realize. I know it was irresponsible."

It's not a response he's expecting, the Hye Jin he knows would argue back, hardly taking shit from him ergo her meek uncharacteristic reply makes him feel worst, he shouldn't be blaming her especially after seeing first-hand how scared she is.

"Let's go inside now, it's cold and you're shaking." They both know the temperature has very little to do with her tremors but she doesn't disagree and carelessly he enters the code when they reach the door, ignoring the jolt in his chest that erupts as he enters his own birthday and the door clicks open. He thought she would have changed it by now.

He's grateful she hasn't.

They both take off their shoes, standing side by side now her arm around his waist and his around her shoulder. It's a small space and they can barely move but they work around it, reluctant to release each other.

"Thank you." Her voice is barely above a whisper, he thinks that he almost imagined it. He had an excuse prepared this time, he was merely patrolling and happened to pass her house. That was the lie he intended to go with, but something in her voice stops him from saying those deceitful words. He's tired of hiding and making up excuses for being around her.

"You're welcome. Here sit down, I'll make you some tea." Thoughtlessly he moves towards the kitchen, taking two steps until he can't move anymore. She's holding onto him tightly, he turns around looking at her small closed fists and then her trembling pretty face.

With a soft sigh, he takes her hand rubbing a thumb across the smooth skin.

"Just come with me." Immediately she steps forward pressing into his back, he tries to calm his heart taking the teapot and filling it with water, then he opens the cabinet retrieving a mug and setting it aside.

"I like honey. And a squeeze of lemon." He smiles at her soft demands.

Now that sounds more like his dentist. The bottle of honey is in her top cabinet and he grabs a fresh lemon from the fridge cutting it in half.

They stand silently as the water boils and he finally feels his anger boiling away as well. Angry that he was almost too late and that his town isn't safe anymore, angry that someone was able to shake this immoveable woman.

The shrill ringing of the teapot breaks him from his impasse, on autopilot he pours the water on the tea bag, then squeezes the honey in the steaming water, "I like a lot of honey." She's attached to his back her voice vibrating straight through him, he freezes when she wraps her arms around his waist. Her closeness is messing with his mind, but he tries to finish his job and get them on the couch maybe with some distance between them.

For his sanity.

"Let's go sit down." He grabs both mugs walking over to her couch, placing her cup on the far right and taking a seat on the far left putting a sea of distance between them. But immediately she sits down right next to him, leaving no space between them she might as well be in his lap. He squirms in place, standing up to get some reprieve but she grabs his hand staring up at him.

"Where are you going?" Fear bleeds into her voice and he lets go of his hesitations, tonight is not about him.

Leaning over he grabs her cup, tugging it closer.

"Nowhere, I'm not going anywhere. Drink your tea."

She blinks slowly at him before nodding and bringing the warm beverage to her lips. Her hum of satisfaction warms him all the way down to his toes.

"It's good. You really are good at everything." He preens at the compliment, thinking of all the times this week he wasn't needed or was cast aside for Director Ji. He's been swallowing his jealousy all week. So her words fill a hollow space in his chest.

He watches her drink the entire cup, ignoring his own growing cold on the table.

"I need to charge my phone." She suddenly says and he stares before nodding, taking the opportunity to drink his lukewarm tea. But then he notices that she's not moving despite having the phone and charging in her hand.

"What's wrong?" He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

She looks embarrassed now, unable to meet his eyes and he's flabbergasted at her reaction.

"Come with me?" He stares at her, feeling the same pride bloom as when she sat next to him instead of her sunbae, she's leaning on him.

He spots an outlet across the room, "Okay let's go there." She looks relieved at his lack of teasing, together they walk over to the outlet and she bends to plug in the charger and puts the phone on the ground.

In seconds the phone comes to life and he feels a sharp pain in his chest as a barrage of messages light up her phone, the majority from one person. When she clicks to open the message he instinctively looks away, not wanting to witness their conversation.

"He messaged so much." Her voice is filled with awe and childishly he moves away. He'd almost forgotten that she didn't actually need him. He was just conveniently there.

"I should go now. You're safe. Make sure to come home earlier from now on, maybe ask him to walk you home." It hurts to utter those words but it's easier than being replaced later, it's okay if he's the one that pushes her away first. "I'll see myself out."

He stands ready to leave, pointedly not looking back before he changes his mind and stays forever.

She was just scared, tonight didn't mean anything.

He grabs his fallen bagpack thrusting it on his shoulder, hopping into his boots all ready to head out. But it's unusually quiet, the silence is so deafening that he can't stop himself from looking back over at her. It's a mistake, a huge one at that. The phone has fallen from her hands, abandoned to the side and she's looking at him with the most desolate stare he's ever seen, moisture pooling in her huge round eyes.

"What's wrong? Why are you cry--"

"You said you wouldn't leave me. Why are you changing your mind? What if someone is still there? What am I supposed to do without yo--u?" Her voice cracks on the last word and his heart follows, she needs him. Nobody else has this week but here she is breaking down because he tried to leave, she needs him.

His decision is made for him in that moment.

As soon as he's close enough to touch she's clinging to him once again, he only absently realizes that she's trying to lead them to her bedroom but even he's not saintly enough for that so he stops her.

"Let's go to the couch. You'll feel more comfortable."

She doesn't question him seemingly happy to follow his lead.

The couch is comfy but definitely not intended for two grown adults, leaning over the arm rest he tries to get situated and once he stops moving she's snuggling into his side curling around him like a cat.

"Whenever I was scared, my mom used to stroke my hair."

He stares at the wall in front of them, wondering if she's aware of just how many lines they're crossing tonight- no catapulting over. But he's tired of second guessing himself so he stops thinking and just listens, bringing the hand that is curled on her shoulder up to her head before dragging his palm down her soft hair, gulping when she moans at the ministrations.

Her breathing starts to deepen and he feels her body losing its tension, she's falling asleep and once she succumbs he can finally make his escape, that's his plan. But he doesn't expect her to start stroking him too, her hand delicate on his chest.

"You've worked hard. Stopping a scammer and saving me all while recovering from a cold."

It's nothing. It's what he's supposed to do.

But it feels so good to hear those words, words that he hardly heard growing up.

"Go to sleep." He says instead of thank you, instead of kissing her like he's wanted to since he saw her outside and she ran straight into his heart.

It's a miracle but she listens to him, drifting to sleep her head heavy on his chest and he knows that he should wait a few minutes and try to extract himself but he can't, not tonight. Just for tonight he'll be selfish.

"You're making me want all sorts of things." He whispers to her sleeping face, terrified of her and all that she makes him feel. Feeling emboldened by their almost kiss initiated by her, he pushes her hair behind her ear taking a second to really looking at her face. She really is that beautiful. It doesn't seem fair. Leaning down he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, her skin is sleep warm and perfectly smooth. He presses a second one shamelessly. Her lips are right there and heavens knows that he's tempted but he can't take advantage, can't bring himself to do anything else. That's enough.

He doesn't know when he fell asleep but he wakes up to Mi-seon throwing a blanket over them, he keeps his eyes tightly shut mentally berating himself for that leaving when he had a chance.

"Just friends my ass. Just admit that you like him, look at the way you're clinging to him."

Somehow they traversed further down the couch in their sleep, both laying horizontal now with her body on top on his and her head tucked under his chin.

"I've never seen her sleep so peacefully though. She looks so young."

He tries not to think too deeply into what that might mean, listening to the retreating footsteps of her roommate and feeling himself losing the battle with sleep. She'll probably be embarrassed to find them this way tomorrow but that's a hurdle for another day.

Just for tonight I'll hold her. Until I'm not allowed to hold her anymore.

#hometown cha cha cha #another episode coda #hong du shik #yoon hye jin #they are taking over all my brain activity #another fluffy drabble #this episode broke me

[serenity-songbird]

(Here is the part 2 final for England. Finally one down 12 more to go. 🥳🥳🥳 The art is from Vuri's Tumblr. They are very talented and you should check out their work.) Previous Chapter

~The Thief of His Heart~

...He shouldn't have let you go...

    That was the only sentence that filled his thoughts the whole week and a half you were gone. Nobody could make him smile, smirk, or even glare. He was just stuck with a permanent frown. No one knew why he was so down, but Jessica was determined to know.

    Having enough of his depressed antics, she marched up to him and glared.

    "Okay. That. Is. It. We have all been patient with you, Kirkland, but enough is enough. What the hell is going on with you?!" Now Jessica never curses, shouts, and barely frowns. So hearing her yell with anger and frustration surprised the other men. Arthur, however, only glanced up at her face unmoving, then into his cup of tea. Earl Grey to be exact. Everyone then nodded with her in agreement.

    "Yeah dude! You've been like this all week!" Alfred frowned.

    "We can't help you if you don't tell us what's the matter." Matthew said softly.

    "Hai. We are very worried about you Arthur-san." Kiku nodded.

    "Oui. I've never seen you like zhis before" Even Francis had a frown.

    "Arthur, we are all worried about you. You've been like this since the day (Name) left. We-" The moment Jessica said your name, Arthur flinched. She noticed and finally put two and two together. "Oh my god. A-Arthur. Do you...? Are you...? ...You're in love with (Name)...aren't you?" He winced and tightened his hold on his cup.

    "Pfft. Of course not! Don't be ridiculous! (Name) is absolutely terrifing! No one could fall in love with her." Jessica frowned at Alfred, but Arthur spoke up first.

    "Let me stop you right there, you American idiot! (Name) is a beautiful, kind, creative, talented, and amazing woman. There are many people who would fall for her if they only got to know her better. If they only saw the part she hides, they would see just how wonderful she truly is..." Arthur glared up at Alfred so harshly for daring to speak bad about her. After seeing that look of love and admiration he had in his eyes, everyone knew that he was indeed in love with (Name).

    "Woah. Y-you really are in love with her." Alfred pointed at him in shock.

    "Hmmph and all this time we thought you were only using her to get closer to sunflower, da? Good thing that is not the case." Ivan chuckled darkly and slapped his pipe against his hand making all the men near him shiver and step away.

    "Yeah. I guess we shouldn't have made such assumptions. Aru~" Yao frowned.

    "Sooo. All this time you were just missing her?" Jessica sat at the end of the chair staring down at him. He faceplanted into the bench and groaned. "...Something happened between you two." He groaned in response.

    "Oh mon ami. What did you do?" For some reason, when Francis said those words, the whole story flowed out of his mouth like a waterfall. From the moment he met eyes with her in the kitchen all the way to the fight they had. By the time he told everything, he was breathless. Tears slipped out his eyes one at a time. Everyone stared wide eyed at him. Feliciano gushed.

    "How~a romantic! Like a~a love story"

    "Feliciano, now is not ze time to do zat." Ludwig hushed him.

    "Oh Arthur..." Jessica sighed out.

    "I shouldn't have let her go. Not like this, but she was so happy. It hurts so much, but I want her to be happy..." He tugged at his blond locks.

    "Dude! You should totally go after her then! Maybe she's happy with you too!" Alfred pumped his fist.

    "Ja! Kesesese. You never know. The frau might feel the same about you!" Gilbert cut in.

    "I~a can't see why." Lovino side, but was elbowed in the ribs by Antonio. "Why you Spanish Bastardo I'll-"

    "Amigo. You clearly love the girl. Why do you hesitate to go after her?" Said Spanish man cuts him off.

    "Because she hates me now...She said so herself...There's no point in trying if I already know the outcome." There's not even a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Everyone stares dejectedly.

    "A-Arthur..." Jessica starts.

    "I'm going to my room now." He got up abruptly and left. Jessica tried to follow, but a

hand on her shoulder stopped her.

    "Non, My cherie. 'e must figure zis one out on 'is own..."

It was well past midnight and the brit, again, could not sleep. So he got up and walked to the back porch. This time instead of getting a cup of tea and sitting in your seat as usual, he decided to take a walk in the garden. You always loved to take a nice stroll with him in the garden.

He imagined your grinning face as you would point out the flowers and tell him their meanings.

    For a while, he imagined as though you never left. He closed his eyes and it was daylight. You were wearing a summer dress with some type of flower on it, looking beautiful as always. He'd smile down at you as you rambled on about the flowers. He made sure to pay close attention to every word. Then you would spot a butterfly and marvel at its beauty while he marveled at yours.

    Alas, when he opened his eyes, it was night and you were not there. He frowned and kept going. Suddenly, he stopped. He noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to fully examine it and gasped at what he saw.

    The moonlight shone on a white and yellow flower. A white daffodil to be exact. Your favorite flower. You would always stop to admire them and always told him why they were your favorite flower.

    "Daffodils represent rebirth and new beginnings. Sometimes when I have to make a new and big decision...I get scared. You never know what the outcome could be. For all I know, it could be the death of me! On those nights, I'll sometimes dream of a daffodil. Whenever I dream of it, I know to take that step because it means that a new beginning will start. It means that everything is going to be okay...Arthur if your ever scared of doing something. Think of the daffodil. They somehow always carry a sign that tells you to go for it. Make that change. It could be for the better..."

    Arthur's eyes widen. Plucking the daffodil from the ground he sprints towards the house. He knows what he must do now. As he strides with a purpose, there is only one thing on his mind.

    'I shouldn't have let her go, but I'll be damned if I don't at least try to get her back!'

    Arthur burst into Alfred's room. Said man screamed in terror and hid behind the bed. Arthur rolled his eyes. He knew Alfred would be awake at this time. Every Friday Alfred had a horror movie marathon. Why? Who knows. He always got scared shitless. Although, this time he was grateful for it.

    "Whoever is there...I-I warn you...I have a gun and I am not afraid to use it." Arthur turned on the lights.

    "Calm down you bloody git. It's me, Arthur."

    "A-Arthur?" He peeks over the bed. Seeing it is him he jumps up and laughs. "Of course! I knew that! A hero is never afraid and always knows who enters his room! I-"

     "Not now Alfred! I need you to drop me off at the airport!" Arthur was In a hurry. He needed to get to California ASAP.

    "The airport? Why would yo-" His eyes widen in realization. "Are you going to-"

    "Yes! I'm going to California. Now hurry up I don't have all night!" Alfred nods now serious and gets ready to leave. Arthur quickly dashes to Jessica's room.

    "Jessica I know you're awake

 I can hear your music! I need (Name's) address now!" She clumsily trips to the door.

    "Are you going to-?"

    "Yes!!!! Now please give it to me!"

    Everything went by in a quick and desperate blur. All he knew was that he needed to get to (Name). He didn't bring any luggage. Just his wallet, phone, and the daffodil. He wanted-no NEEDED- to see you. That was all that was on his mind. He fell asleep on the plane with dreams of you, grabbed a cab to get to your address, and now here he stands in front of your home.

    Well, he HOPED it was your home. He'd be screwed if he got the wrong address. He clutched the daffodil in his hand and strode up to the house. He knocked once, twice, three times. (Well it was more like banging.) After what felt like hours, which was only 6 minutes, the door was roughly pulled open by a groggy, and slightly pissed off, (Hair color) girl.

"WHAT?!?!?! IT IS 5 IN THE GODDAMN MOR-" Hopefilled green eyes met with tired (eye color) ones. "Ning? W-Wha Ar-"

    He didn't give you time to finish your thought. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

   "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, my Poppet. I didn't mean any of it. I just didn't want you to go away, b-but I also wanted you to be happy. I didn't know what to do. The words just came out against my will. I wanted you to stay there with me. I wanted to keep you all to myself. I know it's selfish, b-but I'm in love with you, (Name)." You gasp at those words and he pulls you closer. "I'm so in love with you..."

    "A-Arthur?"

    "I truly mean it (Name)." He pulls away just to see your face and to caress it with his hand. He gazes intently on your (eye color) orbs. "I realized I loved you the moment I saw you in that purple and gold gown. That day I danced with nobody, but you" He brings your forehead to his. "You are so special to me, Love. Everything about you is perfect to me. In my eyes you have no flaws. I was a wreck this past week and a half without you. I missed you so much. I felt like a git for letting you go. For hurting you. I'm so sorry, Love. It wasn't until I saw this that I realized I had to tell you my feelings" He pulled out the white daffodil. You gasped.

    "A daffodil..." Your took it gently in your hands caressing it. You blushed up at him

"Y-you remembered what I said?"

    "Of course, Poppet. You told me that Daffodils mean rebirth and new beginnings. Well, love, I want you to be MY new beginning." You look up at him wide eyed. "Poppet...I love you...Will you do me the honors of being my one and only?" His hands go over yours and you find yourself in tears. At his confession. At his sincerity. It was all too much. You sobbed and jumped into his arms.

    "Y-YES ARTHUR OF COURSE!!! I L-LOVE YOU T-TOO!!!" You held him tight and sobbed. He smiled and choked back a sob while holding you tight. "I-I missed you too. S-so much. I-I was afraid I'd never see you again! I'm sorry too. I didn't mean the things I said either. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry..."

    You both stood there and held each other getting your crying over with. You held unto the daffodil tightly and with renewed bravery. You pulled away and kissed him on the lips with so much passion and happiness. He gladly returned it.

    Their lips moved in sync with one another. Getting more excited by the second. Soon Arthur had you backed up against the door that you unknowingly  closed in your excitement. You would occasionally seperate to get a breath of air before returning back to the kiss.

    You both had wanted each other for so long, you could no longer contain yourselves. You went all the way to the bedroom and had a very passionate filled morning.

    Arthur opened his eyes to darkness. He close his eyes and reopened them to let his eyes ajust. When he turned his head, the first thing he saw was a clock that read 20:23. It was nightime? But how? Wait...that wasn't his alarm clock and he's 100% sure he doesn't own (favorite color) bedsheets. Before he began to panic, a figure cuddles up next to him heaving a sleepy sigh. He quickly turns around to see... (Name?) Her face was relaxed and peaceful and her bare chest was covered by the bedsheets. Wait? Bare chest? Then the memories of the day then hit him.

    It wasn't a dream. He smiled wide and pulled her close to him. His daffodil was here with him and loved him back. His new beginning. Moving strands of hair out of her face, he vowed to never let her go again. Wherever life takes them, they would go togther.

    "I love you, my sweet daffodil."

~FIN~

{Bonus: The next day...}

"...Sooo...Let me get this straight. You flew here out on a whim with nothing but your wallet and a flower and that's it?"

Arthur nodded in the same clothes from the day before.

"...Yes, Love."

...

You sighed with your hands closed together in a prayer fasion against your lips. With your hands still together, you pointed it at him. (Think of the BOI meme)

"Arthur. I love you and I'm so glad you came. However, you should have came up with a plan before flying over..." He sweatdropped.

"I know, Love..."

You sighed again.

"I'll call Jessica and have her ship your things. In the meantime, let's buy you clothes at the store."

"Yes, Love" He was to ashamed and embarrassed to reply with anything else...You kissed his temple.

He may be a fool, but he was your fool.

#hetalia fandom #england x reader #england #arthur kirkland #hetalia oc

[meenah-chan]

Safe haven

a Diavolo x GN! MC fanfic

2.36k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger warning: Insane deadly stunt but not suicide, please don't read if you have this triggers. And please don't try this at home... or anywhere

Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

Masterlist

It is their sanctuary. A place that has everything they could wish for...

if only, fate isn't fickle...

"If I jump, will you save me again?"

"What a wretched soul I have..."

It’s been an hour since they were staring far in the horizon. Dusk is on its way, with the lake gulping the sun whole to bring forth darkness in the grassy land they’re on. That place is secluded, surrounded with trees serving as its walls. As if it were cradling them away from everything.

It's not their first-time watching day turn to night on where they are. They’ve known that spot enough to vividly paint the place on a whim.

It was neither a simple place as it seems. That place is a part of the human realm, untouched by anyone but two persons— them and Diavolo. A place which witnessed how the said Prince dropped on his knees and confessed he likes them. The place they admit they felt the same.

The place where they held hands in their secret rendezvous; times where the Future king would go to whenever he ran away from his endless responsibilities for a day and spend it with them, with words of affections and adorations for each other. It is their safe haven.

The Forget-me-not flowers they planted are blooming around them. As the two sat beneath the shade of the tree, appreciating the presence of the flowers and each other.

Diavolo has a habit of caressing their cheeks, brushing strands of their locks past their ears, as he embraces them as if they were the most precious treasure, he has ever held. Those smiles he would beam; brighter than the sol they always see. "You're the most beautiful being I have ever seen." And they would smile back, with their feelings overflowing so much they would always pour it back to him with a kiss.

But being always in that place doesn't mean they never left it. There are times they would give him a heart attack by literally jumping off the edge of the cliff. The demon prince then would follow them in a snap, before transforming right before their eyes and seizing them.

They knew it was a foolish thing to do. No sane person would ever carry out such dumb, dangerous stunt. They do have a magic or two under their sleeves should Diavolo fail the task. Spells they would feverishly study and tirelessly practice for the sake of the success of the Exchange Student program; for the sake of making Diavolo proud of them. So, they studied hard, yet fools only around their beloved.

So, they kept on flying off to the danger at every given chance. For the feeling during the times they would fall, they had the best view they could ever see in their lifetime. How the demon they ever loved could be so... breathtaking. Turning into his demon form—metamorphosing like a dazzling butterfly, his red locks fluttering in the wind, with such golden ornaments, such golden eyes reflecting the radiance of the sun. And most of all, such playful, thrilled smiles they would willingly lay their life just to see. He seems like the mesmerizing golden red dusk. He may be a demon, but Diavolo is much more divine than the angels in their eyes.

And to think that such an ambrosial prince would hold them in his firm arms, and bury them in his well-toned chest before gliding up in the air. They really love the feeling. Akin to the flowers they cultivate symbolizes, he is their true love.

"Should we land back on the top of the land?"

"Just a little bit longer." Humming, they would place a peck onto the tip of his horn or temple whenever they would request something so badly, which then would receive a chuckle from the Demon. "Hahaha, what a pampered human... Alright, just a little bit longer." And who knows how long they stay in the air. Then they would share small talks back on the cliff, and soon be bombarded with tons of messages and missed calls from the butler and the right-hand man. They would head back home after that, before the said aides decide to search for them and find their secret haven.

It was all they could ever wish for. An everlasting love to carry inside their mortal heart.

They have everything they could ask for, until that day comes. A moonless, rainy night during the celebration of Diavolo's birth.

"I'm glad to finally meet you, the Future King of Devildom." …the day she came. Rosa, a rather respected princess, and the daughter of Queen Rose.

"...N-No, the pleasure is mine." Whether he was flustered by her sudden appearance or not, something was rather amiss. His gaze towards her was different than anything they've ever seen him make. So different yet... familiar. Like the way his eyes sparked of reverie the day they first met, except it was more profound.

Diavolo sighed, "I'm telling you, you don't have to worry. You know you're the one I love." It was nothing, he said. It was only in their imagination, he said. Even so, the connection between the two they perceived every time the two met on business, felt so real.

They were so anxious, so angry they wanted to explode. They want to blame it all on that demon princess who appeared out of nowhere, and brought everything to a big mess! They wanted to lash at her, right from the deepest pit of their stomach!

...Yet, they didn't.

They simply can't. Not when she was like an angel who descended in the land of darkness.

So pure yet so wise, so diligent and well-versed. She is strong-willed and rather capable in every aspect. She doesn't deserve to be blamed for something she didn't mean to do. It was merely a work of two hearts naturally falling for each other. It was inevitable.

Instead of brooding without doing anything, they will fight. They will fight for what's theirs. For what's right. For the specks of affection left inside Diavolo. For their love, they won't give up.

Or so they thought...

"Y/N, would you mind having tea with me later?" Barbatos asked for their attendance.

But unlike the usual afternoon tea they always share with the butler, "Where's Diavolo?" ... the prince is not around.

"The Young master has prior engagement and brought Lucifer in my stead. My apologies if it was not to your liking."

"Ahh, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that... having snacks with only you are unusual." It's not unusual. Rather, it never occurred even once. Diavolo tends to postpone the teatime for another time whenever he can't go, as Barbatos always join his absence.

"Actually, I asked you today about an important matter to discuss."

"...Is it related to Diavolo and me, isn't it?" They shouldn't have asked him. They hated themself for asking Diavolo's attendant.

"Yes. To be precise, it is about your relationship and the lady you met during Young master's birthday. I believe you have the right to know this." They held their breath. "I hate to break it to you but the lady you met back then, is the Young Master's... fiancée and his soulmate." The words that came off Barbatos' lips felt like cold water dumped on them.

They just want to end the conversation right there and leave the garden as fast as they can, but they forcefully pull themself together and learn the whole truth, as painful as it is for them. "...Fiancee, you said? And what do you mean by soulmate?"

"For every heir of the throne, there is a prophecy foretelling the righteous betrothed one fated for them. This Oracle has never once failed in predicting who..." Barbatos paused, evaluating whether they could take any more. "...would help the Ruler in bringing prosperity in the Devildom."

After a minute of silence, they spoke. "Does Diavolo know all about this? About her?"

"Yes... but I swear in my name, he has always wanted to be free of the prophecy and achieve prosperity through his own power."

"Where is he headed to at the moment?"

"..." Barbatos' silence tells them everything. He is with her. That's all that they needed to know.

"I... see... Thank you for telling me this."

"I— no, I don't deserve such words from you." They shook their head, "You still disclosed this even when Diavolo wanted to keep it a secret from me. I'm sorry I brought trouble to you."

"It was my own choice. I'm just doing what I think is right."

"Thank you, really..."

They left the castle, thinking a lot of things but also finally enlightened.

They never had Diavolo's heart from the start.

He is the future of the Devildom, the future of all the demons who could easily outlive them. And for that he needs an Empress who can fully support him and bear another long-lived heir. His soulmate, his forever, his other half. Everything that they could never be.

Their life is short. His' is not. He could never fathom the extent of his life like they could. That is also the reason why they could love him until the day they cease to exist, a mere blink to him.

As obvious as the glaring sun that blinds them atop that cliff, his love... is gone.

They could see it in his eyes. Every day he spends with them, his mind is somewhere else.

Even in their favorite place, his embraces were still as cold as the mountain's peak. His smile is too forced, like a one man playing before their eyes. His kisses were prickling and painful. And his gaze... He is suffering.

Like they were.

"Forgive me." It was for the Devildom, he said. His head hangs low, wearing that distressed expression.

"Hey, lift your head? The future king shouldn't bow to anyone." They smiled, cupping his cheeks to raise his face.

"Look, I understand." It was a surprise they didn't shed a drop of tear, as they pat his head gently. "Follow your heart. You'll become a great king."

He made a wise decision, to choose his bond that suddenly came that day. Someone who really owns Diavolo's heart per destiny's decree. The heart they thought he offered back then, with the trees, and the cool breeze, and the swaying leaves, and the sunset as their witnesses. The heart they thought were already theirs. The heart that slipped from their fingers as he let go of their hand when Diavolo locked eyes with his fated one.

Diavolo's love is fleeting. Or maybe it was never love from the start, but a mere curiosity on his end. A misconception, but it doesn't matter anymore. They already knew the answer.

He already achieved his true love, holding his Empress in white. He wears that smile, much, much brighter than anything they have ever seen.

The bells sing with the crowd in jubilation. It is a merry occasion, with the official new rulers of the Devildom. All were so elated.

Except for one. "What a wretched soul I have..." they uttered under their breath. They couldn't take the sight. With the man they so love to be happy in someone's arms. Rage was boiling inside them. Staying there for a second longer and they would definitely ravage everything. So, they fled the scene, escaping to their secret place surrounded by the lake and the sea of trees.

They wanted to let it all out. Pain, sorrow, rage, envy. They were overflowing with emotion more than they could take. It should be them, placing a ring on his finger! the one smiling and crying of happiness as he makes a vow! The one who should be kissing him in front of thousands of witnesses!

"WHY?! What did I do to deserve this?!" The swaying blue and white Forget-me-nots they took with utmost care came to view. "What useless plants!!" They cried out, yanking and tearing everything off the soil. "True love?! It was only me from the very start!!"

All they could do was cry. Scream until their throat goes dry, until their voice disappears.

When all energy left their body, they slumped in the grassy land they’re on. In that secluded place, surrounded with trees serving as its walls. As if it were cradling them away from everything. Hiding their wretched self from everyone.

Dazed, they stared at the sky for an hour. As its hue turns from light blue to red, their mind gets clearer. That's when they heard a familiar sound. They followed it on the tip of the cliff.

It was the roaring waves beneath the land mass. It seems like it's continuing the cries they couldn't do anymore. Roaring like it was spilling the emotions inside them.

"If I jump, will you save me again?" They spoke to the man who is no longer in that secret place. It will never be a safe haven for them anymore.

"I want to be saved by you one more time." I want to be embraced by you one last time.

They faced their back to the rim of the cliff, and took a step backward. A foot standing on a void. And so, their body tipped, losing the other foot from the ground. As their balance disappears, they see nothing but the golden rays of the sunset and the redness of the dusk. So red like Diavolo's locks, golden like his eyes. There's nothing but only traces of him; of the man who doesn't really love them as he promised.

This is foolish... They thought. They're all alone. No Diavolo will fly down and save them anymore.

"I should go home..." Dying here would only hurt him... They whispered as the firm breeze swirls beneath, ready to catch them. After all, no one will save me but I... thinking of that, another pang spiked their heart.

But the wind spell they casted couldn't catch them. When they should have been falling, a hand appeared and pulled them in an embrace.

"Please don't do this..." it was not the warmth they were expecting. Yet, streams began flowing down their cheeks, in comfort of another’s arms. With their hoarse voice they sob the sorrow of losing their safe haven.

Part 2 (Safe Haven ~Another Story~) | Part 3 (Safe Haven ~Epilogue~)

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#guess who fell asleep like a baby while editing this? #and while using a laptop #hahaha still I finished it anyways 😆😆💖💖 #obey me diavolo #obey me fanfic #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo x reader #diavolo angst #obey me barbatos #obey me mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #om! #obey me swd #obey me masters #obey me boys #meenah-chan~~

[cheri-translates]

Headcanon - the first time hurts a lot, but it’s also very pleasurable

This work, 第一次很疼，但也很爽, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

Lucien’s segment is slightly suggestive!

[ VICTOR ]

By the time you and Anna leave the massage parlour, you feel as though all the fatigue in your body has dissipated. Aside from the slight pain at your back, everything else feels fine.

“How was it? I told you this parlour’s massage skills were amazing.” Anna rolls back her shoulders, then hails a cab.

“It feels really comfortable! I have to promote this on Moments!” You whip out your phone, tapping open the Moments posting function and type: The first time hurts a lot, but it’s also very pleasurable.

Posted!

Afterwards, when you’re presenting your report, Victor is clearly distracted. As a matter of politeness, you ask, “Victor, are you not feeling well?”

Victor pinches the bridge of his nose, then sidesteps the question. “You have a boyfriend?”

What kind of a question is this? Even so, you answer honestly. “No, I don’t.”

A one-night stand? Victor’s expression grows even darker. “Your post on Moments...”

Oh, so that’s what he’s referring to!

“Ah, Anna and I just went for a massage. It was the first time I had a massage. Even though it hurts a lot, it feels very comfortable after!” Your eyes crinkle into a smile as you vigorously promote the massage parlour. “Victor, you should give it a try when you’re free!”

“In the future, don’t post such things that could lead to misunderstandings.” Victor loosens his tie. He crosses one leg over the other, leaning against the back of the chair. For some reason, he seems to heave a sigh of relief.

“Misunderstand wh-” You words vaporise abruptly. Something occurs to you, and your face explodes into a red flush. “Aside from you, who else would misunderstand it!”

“Mm. After all, having me is enough.”

The plot seems to be going off track. “Victor, I sell my craft, not my body!”

“If the ‘craft’ you’re talking about is the standard of your proposals,” he taps on the proposal on the table, which is filled with red markings. “I’m afraid I’d go bankrupt.”

[ GAVIN ]

When Gavin sees your ambiguous post on Moments, he feels nothing but an ache in his heart.

Once his patrol ends, he subconsciously walks into the milk tea shop and buys your favourite drink. After much contemplation and internal struggling, he decides that he shouldn't waste the milk tea.

“Gavin, how did you know that I wanted to have milk tea after work? You’re so considerate!” In high spirits, you take a sip of the sweet milk tea, relishing in the soft pearls and how refreshing it is.

“Are you... feeling okay?” Gavin stares at your high-collared woollen sweater, and you can't tell what’s going through his mind.

“I’m very good.” You look at him, puzzled.

“Yesterday...”

“Let me tell you. Yesterday afternoon was incredibly comfortable!” Recollecting those great techniques from yesterday, you can’t help but start promoting the massage parlour. 

However, Gavin doesn’t seem to be in the mood to continue listening.

“...”

Assuming that it’s because of stress at work and a lack of proper rest, you pat him on the shoulder. “When you’re free, I’ll bring you there to give it a try!”

Gavin lifts his head in astonishment. “It’s illegal, isn't it?”

“Huh? Why would a massage be illegal?” You swing his arm a little. “You can relax your body and increase blood circulation. How can such a method of relaxation be illegal?”

“Massage?” Gavin is at a loss. This unexpected answer is evidently outside his scope of knowledge.

“Yeah, a massage. What did you think I was referring to?” You pinch his forearm.

Gavin coughs softly, averting his gaze. “N-nothing.”

Something’s odd - he looks like that when he’s lying. Before you can uncover his lie, Gavin speaks. “If you like massages, I could learn it. Next time, I can give you massages at home.”

“You want to come over to my place?”

He tousles your hair and speaks with warmth in his voice. “The house belonging to us in the future.”

[ LUCIEN ]

“Lucien, hear me out. Even though the first time is really painful, it’s incredibly pleasurable. I’d advise you to give it a try!” With the fatigue in your body all gone, you can’t wait to promote the excellent massage parlour you discovered today.

“Really?” Lucien crinkles his eyes with interest, as though he’s enticing a little butterfly into a net.

“Of course. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Engrossed in the excitement of discovering a good parlour, you fail to recognise the impending danger.

Lucien rubs his chin, seeming to be in deep thought. “I never knew that my Little Butterfly had such a high evaluation of our first time. But I’m very honoured to have given you a satisfactory experience.”

“Huh?” The conversation topic swerves too quickly, and your train of thought can’t keep up.

“Even though I controlled myself on the first night, I couldn’t avoid hurting my wife. It’s my fault. I’ll make up for it tonight.” Lucien speaks ambiguously, snaking his arm around your waist. You feel his warm breath on the crook of your neck - searing and ticklish, scorching your cheeks.

“What... what are you saying! I’m talking about the massage parlour!” You push him away clumsily. Like a small animal which has received a fright, you shrink into a ball at the other end of the sofa.

“Hm? Wasn’t my wife talking about...”

“I was referring to a massage! A massage!” You grab the cushion next to you and toss it at him, your face filled with indignation.

He catches the cushion and places it on the armchair at the side. Seeing how adorable you are, Lucien takes a sip of his plain tea, and is in an extremely good mood. His calm and composed manner makes you feel that this man is simply too rotten! He must be condemned!

“Professor! Lucien! Your mind should be filled with scientific knowledge, not such dirty thoughts!”

“Sorry, I misunderstood my wife’s meaning. But could my wife answer a question of mine?” Lucien turns, leaning sideways against the arm of the sofa.

“It’s 128 RMB for one time, but there’s a 20% discount if you get the membership card.” You respond quickly.

“...not that.”

“What is it then?” You lift your head warily, afraid he’d ask about something embarrassing.

The Big Fox crinkles his eyes. “I wonder if our first time left you satisfied?”

[ KIRO ]

“Although the first time is really painful,  it’s also very pleasurable.” A few minutes after posting this on Moments, you receive a call from your superhero.

“Miss Chips, what did you mean by that Moments post? You no longer need your superhero?” Kiro’s voice contains both heartache and anxiousness. His startling accusation leaves you with no idea what he’s talking about.

“I do. Why wouldn’t I need you? I tried it out first so I’d be more experienced when we do it together next time.” You think he’s purely expressing dissatisfaction towards how you enjoyed a sumptuous meal with a friend a few days ago without telling him beforehand.

“I don’t want Miss Chips to accumulate experience with other people!” Kiro feels as though his blood vessels are about to burst.

Simple-minded, you answer him frankly. “But neither of us know how to give massages.”

“Even without knowing how to give a massage, I can make your experience an incredibly happy one!” Kiro thinks you’re underestimating him, and he’s determined to prove himself!

Even though you don’t wish to deal a blow to your Little Sun, you can’t help but ask, “So you’ll be doing it blindly?”

Kiro is at a loss for words, but he persists in order to maintain his pride. “M-men don’t need to be taught these things!”

Men? This leaves you confused. “But the one who serviced me yesterday was a lady.”

“You cheated on me with a female?!”

“What are you saying? ‘Cheated’?” You feel as though you and Kiro are conversing in two completely different channels.

Kiro gradually realises that something’s not right. “Hold on. Miss Chips, what was the ‘first time’ you were referring to in Moments?”

“A massage.” You respond honestly.

“...I was also talking about a massage!” Kiro comes back to life in an instant. “Don’t worry, Miss Chips. I’ll learn massage techniques. When you’re old, I’ll give you massages every day!”

[ SHAW ]

“Boss, yesterday was your first time, wasn’t it?” Kiki chats with you over the lunch break, lazing on the sofa in your office.

“That’s right.” While munching on snacks, you supervise Shaw as he writes his thesis.

Shaw stops writing, stupefied.

Kiki turns around, then grabs a magazine on the coffee table and presses it to her chest. “I told you that it would be incredible. I don’t feel tired at all.”

You nod in agreement. “I think so too. Let’s go again next time.”

“Hey!” Shaw suddenly starts nudging you.

“What do you want? Be serious and write your thesis!” You shoot him a glare, warning him with a fierce gaze and tone.

Kiki senses that she’s a little unnecessary in the room. With a short goodbye, she leaves quickly.

Now that the outsider has left, Shaw says what’s on his mind. “I just criticised you a little yesterday. Did you really have to violate yourself like that?”

You find his interrogation uncalled for. “How is going for a massage violating myself? It was so comfortable!” The more you speak, the more angry you get. You’re still enraged from the fight you had with him yesterday.

“Massage?” Shaw freezes.

“Yeah. What did you think I was talking about?” You push his chest, putting some distance between the two of you.

“...” Despite having a glib tongue, Shaw doesn’t know how to save his pride in this situation. 

“Here. I passed by the supermarket and bought you two cans of soft drinks.” You reach into the office drawer, taking out a can of Cola and a can of Sprite. His favourite way of drinking.

“Aren’t you angry?” The corners of his Shaw’s lips curl upwards as he opens both cans, pouring half of each into your cup.

“Being angry is one thing. It doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” You whisper.

Then, you pretend to be fierce. “Drink it quickly. Once you’re done, continue thinking about how to coax me!”

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[amane-by-together]

All Too Well || Akane Aoi

(Part Two of Wind Flower)

genre: ???

summary: as they were long gone, unspoken words between two people had finally found their voice and gathered the courage to make things right again

“And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much. But maybe this thing was a masterpiece, till you tore it all up”

Akane and [name] never spoke again after they had broken things up. Teru is not liking the tension between the two and the fact that he had to be a barrier when they do council work.

“Great work everyone!” Teru declared, wiping a sweat from his forehead after finishing the paperwork. The blonde haired boy expected an answer from the vice president and the secretary but they're radiating gloomy auras while raising their fist tiredly.

‘Oh my,’ He thought. ‘It seems that those two are in a bad mood.’

Akane grabbed his school bag and bid goodbye silently, not making an eye contact with [name]. Teru observed his actions, and glanced over to his secretary. “[surname]-san, do you have a moment?”

[name] accidentally dropped the stack of papers at the sudden call of her name. “Senpai! You scared me!” she scolded out, drawing a hand near her heart. “And I have time, what do you need?”

“I have quite a lot of concerns regarding to the atmosphere that you two were having in the council room” [name]'s eyes widened, then she slumped her shoulders. “How about we'll talk about the situation first? We won't function well if you two kept on doing this.”

[name] hesitated for a moment; Teru asking what happened about her and Akane is a big no no especially that it's been a month when they had broken up. “[surname]-san?”

“Akane-kun and I have broken up.”

“And the two of you have broken up because?” Teru asked.

[name] scoffed, flicking a hair behind her back in such questions. “And you're asking me because?” This scenario reminded her of a cliche where you and your boyfriend had a heated argument and you two needed a break and boy best friend appears out of nowhere and gives you a list why shouldn't you date him—

“You really are quite stubborn, [surname]-san.” Teru gave the secretary a threatening smile to make her spill out the deets between Akane and [name].

[name] rolled her eyes and then glared at the older Minamoto. “Fine, I'll talk.” she said, throwing her bag to the chair, sat on her chair and crossed her arms.

“I thought I didn't,” [name] wiped her tears as she pulled out another tissue from the box. She went all out and told Teru about her feelings throughout their break up and their fucked up relationship.

And it was breaking them like a promise. So casually cruel in the name of being honest and now she's crumpled up like a piece of paper lying here.

She remembered it all well.

“Well I'm glad you two have broke it off.” Teru silently tapped his fingers against the table as he listened to [name]. “Otherwise it'll be labeled as toxic if you two stayed.”

[name] nodded. “I know...” she quietly sobbed. It's kind of embarrassing crying in front of Teru. “I just wanted to talk to him because I miss him, but I don't know if he feels the same.”

“I don't need him to get back with me I need the two of us to be okay again.”

Teru was silent, thinking of a plan to make those two talk again, not only he does care for the council's function, he wanted to see them well again like before. “Want me to send you two some arrangements?”

“Why would you do that?” [name] asked. “It's unusual for you to do such things, well, you are the president so I can't say no to that.”

Teru's face brightened like the sun and insert sparkles here and there. His expression went calm again. “You know [surname]-san, it's alright to let go of things for the better, as much you don't want to.”

“It hurts to let go, but it's much hurter if you hold on to it.” He smiled.

“Minamoto-senpai...” [name] clenched her fist and gritted her teeth, looking up to the senior she said. “I hate how that shit hit close to home—”

Teru glanced over the window and let out a quick grin. “You still have time, I'll let you two talk now.” he said. “I'll call Aoi for you, then?”

[name] nodded gravely, this is something that Teru wouldn't do or he just wanted to hear some hot boiling tea from the two exes. “I'm not saying that you should go back to Aoi, but I'm not also saying that you shouldn't go back to him either.”

“It's up to you.”

[name] lets out a shaky sigh, twiddling her fingers. She knows that it was long gone and this is not a fairytale where everything goes back the way they were. She had so many dreams about she and he.

And she might be okay but in reality [name]'s not fine at all. The click of the door interrupted from [name] to her inner monologue. Teru had a small smile, placing a heavy hand on Akane's shoulder.

[name] bit her lip to prevent herself from tearing up in front of her ex boyfriend, instead she faced him in a grimaced expression. Akane furrowed his eyebrows at Teru which the latter smiled back.

“You two talk things out, I'll head out and totally not eavesdropping.” Teru grabbed his school bag and headed over to the exit of the council room. “I'll see you two tomorrow~”

Teru closed the door shut. [name] had so many questions: When did they start to change? When was the time where she wasn't enough? Was her love not enough? If she gave it all why didn't it work?

With all their fights, why can't she see that Akane had enough?

[name] started to cry. “I'm sorry,” she says between tears. “I'm sorry, I was tired.”

“I'm sorry, I left. I was scared because I can't find you before,”

“I gave you everything, but there's nothing left for me to give.”

“I'm sorry if I hurted you.” [name] whimpered and covering her face with her hands, crying uncontrollably.

Akane smiled painfully at the sight of the girl whom he used to love crying in front of him. “Sorry, if I wasn't there when you needed me.”

“Sorry if I wasn't there when you needed someone to hold on,”

“I'm sorry if I can't protect you. I can't even protect you. I was really scared.”

“But I want to be there, I want to be there by your side when you are hurt.”

Akane covered his mouth, looked away and teared up a little until he cried also. “But I wasn't.”

“I think I know all too well that we are not really made for each other.”

“But we tried right?” [name] wiped her tears, whilst looking at Akane as if he was about to slip away from her fingers. “We fought for it right?”

Akane replied with pain lacing on his voice. “Yep, we tried.”

The two of them wiped their own tears. Akane took off his glasses and placed it on the table. [name] stared at him, asking if it was okay if she hugs him.

Akane pulled [name] into a hug and cried softly, his hands were cupping her neck as they looked at each other. “I want to say thank you, to all the memories that I will remember all too well.”

“We didn't even try to do what we both dreamed of. I'm happy to all the things we did together.”

“I'm happy when you're happy.”

“I want you to be happy too.” [name] choked back a sob. Her cheeks are not stained with tears, she looked like a crying mess. Akane smiled with more tears pricking from the corners of his eyes.

“Thank you,”

“Thank you,”

Akane caressed her cheek using his thumb. “I want you to know, that I forgive you.”

“I forgive you too.” [name] replied.

The red haired boy looked at her with fondness, it was like from the first week, cause he remembered it all too well. “Take care of yourself.”

“Don't leave me...”

“I need to,”

[name] uttered out a small 'okay' from her lips. Akane whisked away from the girl whom he recently held in his arms. Time doesn't fly that easily and its like you're stuck in that timeline if you don't move on.

And now their flowers are blooming, but separately.

Akane left the council room while wiping his tears. [name] stood there with a small smile. “Akane-kun, take care...”

a/n: ya all should know that when i made angst means im too happy, like, it's weird. so yeah hope you enjoy the aNgSt because its literally my forte to do so, it's not crying worthy but okay HAHAHAHA (and my body hurts like a bitch because i fell off the stairs misaki-sensei style)

#tbhk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #akane aoi #akane x reader #akane #aNgSt #toilet bound hanako kun #part two #wind flower #angst

[wickedw3asleys]

MINEFIELDS - Pt. 2

George x reader

-> Part 1

WARNINGS: cussing, smoking, some angst, some fluff, mentions of sadness and anxiety..., couple fight...

With a cigarette on your lips, you continued admiring the beautiful lake behind the Burrow; a place George, Fred and you always used to hang out. Even since after leaving the house, you hadn't stopped crying, the emotional reunion with everybody, specially George, and the encounter with Angelina were too much for you to handle in such a short amount of time.

You couldn't say you were not surprised to see her at the Burrow, since Hermione hadn't mentioned her once in her letters, but you guessed that as you needed someone to be by your side like Dean, George needed someone too. And she had been crushing on her since his third year, so you were happy for him.

Except this was a total lie. You wanted to be happy for him, he deserved to be happy, but not with her. Ever since your years at Hogwarts she had been there to remind you how you were only the friend that nobody wanted, how you'd never be enough for anyone, specially the twins.

So the fact that she was in front of you, ready to hex you if she needed to, literally destroyed you mentally. You already knew you had fucked up things with George, and that was a conversation you needed to have with him, but you didn't need her to appear like that and talk for him, or anybody else in the house. Even though deep down, you knew she had all the rights to talk to you like that...

"Hey..."

You turn your head towards the soft voice, quickly wiping out your tears.

"Hermione! Hey..."

"Can I sit down?", she asks shyly.

"Of course you can..."

You pat next to you and she sat down. Both of you took a deep breath, looking in front of you.

"I miss our summer here...", you hear her whisper, "all gathered here, having picnics and throwing each other in the water..."

"Me too..."

Your mind wandered to all the memories you had made around the lake, all the laugh, water splashes, even minor injuries, you had made there, "It surely was great..."

"I'm sorry for Angelina... She's not... She's really protective of George, you know?", you chuckled at that, "Yeah, I can see that..."

"It's not personal-

"It has always been personal, Hermione...", you say, taking another cigarette, "But it's okay, I'm okay, really... I know I've made mistake, and I deserved it..."

"We all made mistakes...", she sighed, "After all that happened, the war... We all lost things, we all made mistakes... We all needed someone to help us heal..."

"Did you heal?", you ask.

"I think so... I still think about everything, and the ones we lost, like Remus and Tonks, Fred of course... Even Lavender sometimes... But the past is the past, unfortunately we cannot changed it... So the best was just... move on with my life and accept the fact that I'd have to live with that for the rest of my life... And Ron is great, he's amazing! He has it harder though... Because of Fred, but he's strong, he really helped everyone..."

You felt your heart crush in your chest at her words. She was right, the only thing left was move on and just live with it... Even if you didn't want to, it was the only thing to do.

"I don't know how to move on, 'Mione...", you whisper as you feel another tear roll down your cheek.

"What about Dean?"

"It's not the same... I like him, I really do...", you sigh, "But when I'm with him, something's missing... He tries! I know he does! And he's always supporting me and helping me but I feel that it's not what I need... And now it seems impossible to heal or move on... I-I just can't..."

Hermione puts her arm around your shoulder and puts your head on her shoulder, embracing you tightly.

"It's okay... I understand what you mean..."

"And I know I shouldn't have left, it's been killing me for 4 years, I should have stayed and help George, and Ron, and Ginny, and Molly and Arthur... And I left...", you didn't know why, but you needed to be blamed for what you did you needed to tell yourself that it was your fault. The way you left everyone.

"No... you did what you thought would be better for everyone, you didn't mean any harm..."

"But look at him... Look at George... Even though the rest is healing, he's not... and I could have helped him, we could've had healed together...", you cried in her arms.

"At least you're here now, Y/N... It's all that matters..."

"I miss him so much, 'Mione... Everyday I think about Fred and it hurts... So bad..."

She hold you tighter as she felt your body become weaker. She understood your pain, and she knew you needed to let it out, so she just hold you, petting your hair, not saying a word, letting you talk when you needed it and letting you cry.

After what seemed to be hours, you finally had stopped crying, still in Hermione's arms, now just talking about your years at Hogwarts... How you missed McGonagall's scolding whenever you ran through the halls, or visiting Hagrid for a cup of tea...

"Yeah... These were good years...", Hermione sighed.

"I wish we could turn back time and live all of it all over again..."

She chuckled and smiled, still looking at the lake.

"Come on, the others are probably wondering where we are...", she says, helping you get up, "And i'm keeping these!", she takes the cigarettes in your coat and shove them in hers, "Smoking is bad"

You rolled your eyes and headed up with her to the Burrow. She hadn't changed a bit, she was still the Hermione you once knew.

"Hey... We're here...", she said quietly while opening the door.

"Oh, hi, dear!", Molly exclaims warmly as she cleaned her hands on her dress.

It looked like no one was around, except for Molly, who was doing the dishes.

"Do you need help, Molly?", you ask.

"Don't worry, darling, I've got this!", she smiles, "But you should go take a rest now, it has been a long morning..."

You nodded and after giving her a hug, you made your way up to Charlie's bedroom. On your way you could see Harry and Ginny, just hanging out in her bedroom, Arthur reading a muggle book in his, and Ron napping. All of them looked peaceful and happy, perhaps you were the only one that still wasn't able to move on...

Just as you were thinking about that, you heard loud voices coming from Fred and George's old bedroom.

"... Angie, I promise I didn't know she was supposed to come..."

"4 years, George! 4 years! She disappeared and abandoned you!"

"She didn't!"

"Yes, she did! Where was she when you couldn't sleep or even look at you in the mirror?! I was there! Not her!"

"This is not what the conversation is about!"

"It is! You can't forgive her and hug her like nothing has ever happened!"

"YES I CAN!", you heard George's voice getting louder, "I need her!"

And with that, complete silence. You decided it was better to not keep listening, it was a private conversation and you've had already heard enough.

You finally reached for the doorknob of the bedroom and when you were about to open it, you heard a loud thud followed by a quiet "fuck you, George".

"Oh, great!", Angelina exclaims when opens George's door.

"Angie..."

"Not. A. Word.", she spits, "I have heard and seen enough of you"

She turns around and makes her way down to the living room.

You raise your head and exchange glances with George, who was sitting on his bed, looking completely miserable.

"Are you okay?", you ask, slowly entering his room, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-

"It's okay... Don't worry about me... She's right I suppose..."

"She is... Look, I can't explain how sorry I am... for everything, for leaving you, for not keeping in touch with you..."

He didn't say anything, he just stood up and hugged you. You had missed him so much, and it's been so long... But nothing had changed, he was still the same George, same hair, same smile, same smell...

"You're here now...", he whispers.

You stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying each other's company, and you could feel how he needed this hug as much as you needed it.

"Can we talk?", he says when he separates from you.

"Yes, of course!"

"I'd rather do it in private, if you're okay with it... There's a lot to talk about and I feel it won't be the same if everyone's around..."

"Yeah! I understand... Tell me when you feel like it..."

"Tonight? I don't want to rush or anything, I just need-

"Tonight is great, Georgie...", you caress his cheek.

"I missed you calling me "Georgie", he smiles, taking your hand in his. He placed a soft kiss on your knuckles and decided to go to the kitchen help his mom with the rest of the dishes, to what you decided to go to your room and take a nap.

Closing your eyes, hundreds of images of you running through the castle with the twins invaded your mind. Memories of them chasing you after pranking them, or simply trying to escape from Filch... You felt a something warm and comforting rushing through your body for the first time after what seemed to be an eternity. Perhaps being there was really what you needed to heal...

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[wehavelayers-shrek]

Arranged D.M

Au:after war

⚠️:angst,anxiety

A Facade that was what you two were doing making everyone think that you two loved each other but clearly behind it you can see two broken people.

You and Draco have been married for 3 years now the two of you were arranged to be married ever since you two were born your family and the Malfoy's really had a strong bond even after the news that they sided with voldemort.

You and Draco never loved each other you hated him and he also loved someone else. But being you two were cowards and want to obey your parents you decided that you won't cause any dismay to them.

You wanted to travel the muggle world be free from the curse that your family brought upon you. And him he would spend all of his time not with you but with his mistress you really didn't care about what he did. Since you knew that you shouldn't be caring since his heart was never yours to begin with.

But one day you went home him not being there usually draco and you would share your dinner together not really talking but only glancing at each other. But today he was out probably with her mistress that was when you felt the emptiness of the house the gloominess of your sorrounding you really didn't noticed it before but now it's much more evident. You didn't wand to admit that you grew find of him even if you two rarely spoke the little things he do when you were sad and lonely or even when you had anxiety when the two would you go to family events.

Flashback:

You were at a wedding specifically your sister's wedding.

You and Draco didn't came together since he was with his mistress.

You can feel your anxiety growing as people would go to you and question where was your husband and why was he not with you

You can hear gossips about you and you can feel the anxiety growing and growing within you until you see those platinum blond hair in a suit moving towards you

Great more questions you thought

As he was getting closer your father asked you something you never really thought about

"so you two have been married for a quite a while so when are you going to have a heir" he asked

"I uhm" you really didn't want to anwser it and clearly it made you uncomfortable

"I want to see mini versions of you and Draco running around don't you two want that" he added

But before you could anwser draco anwsered it for you

"we weren't really thinking of that yet father, I think we would want to first have our time together before we have a proper family but maybe soon we'll have a heir" he kissed your forehead and told you to hold his hand the whole time you were there.

thinking of these just made your heart ache

"this isn't the life that I imagined for myself" you were now talking to yourself

"stuck in a loveless marriage, I just want someone to love me, someone to travel the world with fucking hell my husband even has someone" you were so frustrated at the situation you were in if you weren't such a coward maybe you were happy.

All this thinking made not only your heart ache but also your head you decide to go to sleep trying to forget the feelings you have for your husband who will never be yours to begin with.

You can feel arms hugging you late at night you turn to see draco hugging you tightly

You two never sleep at the same bed together ever since you two were married so this was really a surprise

You decided to ignore this occurance and not to wake him you look at him.

He was handsome you always thought of that. You were torn you know in everyone's eyes he was yours but in your eyes he wasn't and that broke you.

You get up and go to the kitchen to get a cup of tea.

"you're so dumb y/n" talking to yourself

"you could be in love with anyone in the world yet you chose someone who loved someone else, how dumb can you be"you sighed

You went outside to drink your tea there was no one outside only the cold wind and occational sound of animals can be heard you gazed over the stars thinking about the memories you had at hogwarts and how everyone of your friends already we're married to the love of their lives while you were stuck here heartbroken.

"if only I was brave" you sighed

"you are brave" someone said behind you

You turn to look who that voice belonged to

It was your neighbor Nathan he had long brunette hair brown eyes, he was tall and he was about your age you and him were pretty good friends

He sat down beside you

"so what could a pretty girl doing here"he questioned you

"I could say the same Nathan"

"you know I always get up at this time to watch the stars" he honestly said

"so how about you y/n why are you here this is the first time I saw you up"

"you know being married is exhausting, you know I really want more than this"

"I might say I am surprised, you and your husband always looked happy together"

"if you only knew"

"well if you and your husband got into an argument you can always come and vent to me"

"thank you Nathan I don't know what I would do if you weren't here in this neighborhood"

"anytime y/n you know you're also a great person"

You started to talk about your lives and what would you do if you weren't married.

"too bad you're already married y/n" he said

"I would like to travel the world with you"he smiled

"stop joking Nathan you don't even like airplanes" you laughed

"it's true" he said

"you're a pretty cool girl to travel with, you know what let's plan it it's my gift to you since I can see your pretty stress"

"I don't know nathan don't you think it might be scandalous I have a husband and if people see us travelling together they might get the wrong idea"

"hey you shouldn't worry about what people would think, people can think what they want, I'll talk to your husband y/n if your afraid to tell him our plan"

"well if you insist, I'm sure my husband won't mind to have the house for himself for a couple of weeks"

You thought this would benefit you and Draco since he can invite his mistress over while you went on a vacation to get your mind of off him

"great, tomorrow at lunch I'll come by to visit"

"I really had a great time tonight we should do this more often" he said

"yeah we should"you tell him

You bid your goodbyes and you went back to your house

As you were about to enter the house you can see draco in the living room his back faced to you sitting down at his chair a glass of wine on his hand

"draco?" You quietly said

"Why are you up draco"

"I could ask you the same y/n, with another man at this hour"

Shit he saw you with Nathan this won't go well

"oh, me and nathan were just planning ab-"

He cut you off

"I've heard you want to travel with him you two were being loud chatting"

There was a long silence until you decided to break it

"so draco would you let me travel with him, don't worry I won't ask you money I have a sa-"

"no you're not going to travel with him"

"you can have the house all by yourself you can even invite your girlfriend"you were trying to reason with him

You never stopped him from having fun with his girlfriend, why was he being selfish.

"Draco never did I stopped you from being with the love of your life why are you being selfish"

"I'm not being selfish it's you duty as my wife to be with me and not with some other man"his voice gradually growing louder

"I can't believe this, it's also your duty not be with another woman have you forgotten draco, why are you blaming me for wanting to find love"

" you are stuck with me wether you like it or not"

"You haven't change at all your still the same selfish boy I met on hogwarts, I really thought you'd change but no I gave you everything I gave you freedom even if it hurts, just this once I ask you to give me freedom and you couldn't give it to me"

Silence that's all you got.

"you aren't changing my mind y/n you are staying here" he left going upstairs

You can't believe how stupid you are to think he was a good man he never cared for you this being the moment you realize it you didn't go upstairs you instead just sat down at your couch putting your hand on your head massaging it. You were now silently crying it's like he purposely want to hurt you. You stayed there trying to get your composure back

You went up to your room, draco probably isn't there anymore

You open the door to see you were wrong draco was in your room sitting on your bed

"can you leave"you said

"I'm not leaving"

"draco stop being so stubborn"

"I'm not leaving y/n"

You knew how stubborn he is so you let him be

You sat on the other side of the bed

The silence was deafening and you can feel the tension you two created

"I'm sorry" he said

"I wasn't a good husband to you"

You didn't utter a word

"I am the one to blame here, I was selfish" he added

"I didn't realize how much I hurted you all these years"

"I know you don't love me y/n, I mean how can you love me im the worst person to be with"

You could hear him choking on his words he was crying

"draco I know you don't want to marry me and Im also sorry for what I said earlier your a great guy" you tried comforting him

"you want to know a secret y/n"

"Im inlove with you for a long time, pathetic right"

"I was insecure and ended up hurting you instead of making you feel loved"

"please give me a chance y/n I'll be better"

"draco I don't know what I should say"

You don't need to he kissed you passionately

"I promise I'll be good to you darling I'll be better"

Years past

You and Draco ended up having a son together he kept his promise to you you two raised a child together which you two loved dearly he was a great dad you ended up travelling the world together you two were happy maybe being with him wasn't bad afterall.

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Edited: 7-28-20

You paced the floor of your dorm room back and forth as you impatiently waited for a knock on your door. You held a stick in one hand, one that displayed two positive lines. In your other hand was your phone, displaying an urgent text to your boyfriend, Inasa Yoarashi.

We need to talk! It's important... [Sent: 2:34 PM]

Your phone displayed that he'd seen and opened your text, but you'd gotten no response from him. From the tone of your text, it sounded like you wanted to break up, but the contents of what you needed to tell him were much more heart wrenching and serious than that.

There was a knock on your door and you knew it was him. After years of dating Inasa, you could recognize the way he knocks on your door.

You walked up to your door and unlocked it for him to come in. You quickly moved the hand holding the stick behind your back. You knew it was stupid, you called him over here to tell him in the first place, but now that it was facing you in the face you were scared.

"Hey, are you okay? I heard you were sent to your dorm and excused from your classes because you were ill."

Your heart ached at the words you had to tell him. He was so worried for you, and you feared the bomb you were dropping on him would ruin the relationship you had, but he is your boyfriend and the father of the baby in your womb. He had to know.

"I'm... I'm pregnant."

The words just tumbled out with a stutter and there was no taking them back. The truth was out there for Inasa to take however he pleased.

"What...?"

"I'm pregnant! There is a baby inside me. Your baby."

"You... You can't be. We were careful! We always used protection."

"Accidents happen, with or without condoms. The only one hundred percent protection is abstinence."

You quietly looked at the floor as you let him process the bomb you dropped on him.

"We can't keep it, you know that right?"

"They're not an it, it's a them... For now at least until I get an ultrasound."

"You're thinking of keeping it? You can't be serious! What about our careers, your career. You won't go to school, you'll never become a hero. You'll spend the rest of your days, picking up trash and waiting tables, your life will be over."

You picked up your eyes from the ground and faced your lover. The hatred and hurt could be seen in your eyes. They were glassy, and tearful, but what Inasa said was too late to take back.

"Six hundred, sixty-four thousand, four hundred, and thirty-five babies are lost to abortion each year. Sure, maybe those women were living in poverty, but I'm not. I have the means to take care of the life growing in my belly. I made the decision to sleep with you, therefore I have to own up to my responsibility."

"No one would blame you if you got rid of it. You have a career to think about. Fuck, you're a Todoroki, your business is everyone's business, you have a reputation to think about."

"I don't give a shit about my Todoroki status! Did you know Steve Jobs was almost aborted? One of the smartest men in the world. Did you know Celine Dion was almost aborted? She was her mother's 14th child and she wasn't sure she could handle it, but she did, and now her daughter inspires people through lyrics. If you don't want this baby, then our hearts will go on fine without you."

"[Y/N]..."

You avoided his eyes and pointed to the door. Maybe you were just being emotional and overreacting to him, but you knew you had to have this child, with or without his help.

"You should leave."

As you watch Inasa walk out your door one thing was for certain in your mind. This baby would grow up without having to worry about financial support from Inasa or Enji. Single mothers all over the world were surviving, so could you.

Inasa stood outside your dorm room. Your door was wide open and there were boxes scattered around. You were scrambling about, folding clothes up and sorting items to boxes and bags.

"Hey..."

Your eyes flashed up to see Inasa. Shock flashed your face before quickly looking down at the box you were trying to fit clothes in.

"Hi... What are you going here?"

"I... I heard you were dropping out of school."

"Well, the school board made it known that I'm not welcome here pregnant."

Instinctively, your hands went to the small but noticeable baby bump. Inasas followed your hands and he stared down at the bump bulging out of your stomach. His child was in there. His child. A literally baby.

"How'd Enji take the news?"

"I cut ties to my father once my pregnancy was leaked to the tabloids. He was angry that I tarnished his name, I couldn't really give a shit."

You taped up the last box and made a movement to pick it up but Inasa swooped in front of you and lifted it before you could. He gave you a very sheepish expression.

"It's bad for the baby."

"Thought they were an it?"

"[Y/N], I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that. It was irresponsible and out of line. You have to understand why I freaked... Babies require a lot of attention and needs. They have to be thought out and planned, that being said I've had time to think."

Inasa placed the box on the ground and knelt in front of you. He grabbed your hand cautious and carefully in case you rejected his display of affection. He placed a ring box in your palm as he started reciting the speech he prepared.

"I want to take responsibility. I want to be in this baby's life. I want to be in your life. I can't imagine doing this with anyone else... We can get a house and other mundane things. You can go back to school afterward. I want to do this together... If you'll have me."

"Inasa... Yes. Yes, I'll have you."

The months leading up to the final trimester of your pregnancy went great. You and Inasa found a three-bedroom apartment for a cheap price, and you even found a school that would take you despite the fact you'd be a teenage mother. UA high said it wouldn't be any issues considering you only had to finish up one semester, and the handwritten recommendation from your brother, Shouto, a stellar top student at UA put you into good graces.

"Do you want any tea?"

You looked up from your book to see your brother peering down at you with a soft smile.

During the process of your pregnancy, your brother really helped out. Shouto was constantly there for you when Inasa was gone. He forced you to be on bed rest while he retrieved things like entertainment and food for you. Truthfully, your mood swings scared him a little bit.

"I'm good Shouto, have a seat you don't have to cater to my every need."

"Tea is good for the baby."

"Your brother is right. When I was pregnant with you I'd drink a cup of chamomile every night."

Your mother walked into the room and took a seat by your feet. Ever since your mother was released from the mental institution she'd been living with you and Inasa. She'd been very supportive and nice over the pregnancy. She'd been very motherly, the kind of motherly you'd missed out in your childhood, but she was making up for lost time now.

You smiled at your mother when you felt a warm trickle at your legs. You grasped the now huge bump on your stomach as you gasped.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Your brother was by your side in a minute, concern and worry displayed on his face as you turned to him with just as much panic.

"My water broke."

"What? But your not due til next week!"

"I don't think she gives a shit, because my water just broke."

Your mother blatantly ignores your brother's freak out and calmly knelt next to you.

"Sweetheart, we're hours away from any hospitals, if your having the baby your gonna have to give birth here."

"This baby wasn't planned in the first place, neither should the delivery. Let's do it."

"Shouto, get me some buckets of water, clean towels, and pillows."

Your mother helped you adjust your body so you were in a birthing position.

"You need to stay in this position until your dilated enough to push. Take deep breaths. I'll have your brother call Inasa."

You started to feel cramps and pain. Immense pain as your mother walked away and talked to your brother. Shortly, she returned with a grim expression.

"Inasa is stuck at his internship. They won't let him leave."

"Okay. It's okay. I have you. I have Shouto. It's okay."

Your mother guided you through the process of birth-giving. She helped you get into positions that would help induce a faster birthing.

"You need to take a deep breath and push. I can see the head nearing. Just give me one more big push."

Exhaustedly, you pushed just as your apartment door swung open.

"Where is she? Is she okay?"

The urgent sound of Inasa resounded throughout the apartment as Shouto directed him to you.

"I'm here. I'm here."

"What about your internship?"

"Screw them, I said I wanted to be in this together! My daughter is being birthed, I'm not missing it."

With one last push, your mother pulled your daughter out of you. She sniped the ambiblical cord and cleaned her up before wrapping the baby in the clean towels and bringing her around for you and Inasa to hold.

As you looked down at your precious bundle of joy you squeezed Inasas hand. Months ago you thought you'd be alone with this, you were scared and frightened but you weren't alone. You had Inasa, your brother, and your mother. They weren't going anywhere.

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Subtlety (Toya Todoroki AU P1)

Ok so this is an AU where Endeavor convinces Toya to give up his dream of becoming a hero so Dabi is never created. Also this is gonna be a two parter because I was inspired by this tik tok but I have not gotten to the part that actually inspired it yet, but this is getting kinda long so i'm just gonna make it a second part.

Anyway, I don't think there are any TWs in here, there are implied spicy times but nothing explicit. It's honestly just cute fluffy Toya.

Ok so I just went back and edited this and Idk why it keeps changing he to I in certain spots?? When I go to edit it and fix it, it is correct so I guess we just gotta live with it.

There were a few times Nozomi thought Toya might really like her. Of course she would never admit that she knew. She recalled his teasing when they had first started seeing each other, his taunts of "Don't fall in love with me now doll." ringing in her head as she caught the way he would look at her when she left after their first few nights together, a look of hidden disappointment.

The first time Nozomi questioned how he felt was when she first met his sister.

She had fallen against his chest, panting lightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the light burn marks on his arms. He chuckled, letting his head fall back against the pillows.

"You're way to good at that." He said, notably not taking his hands off of her hips.

"Well practice makes perfect right." She smirked back at him, lifting herself off of the bed and grabbing her clothes off of the floor.

"Hmm, I suppose so. When should we... practice again?" He asked, bending over her to grab his shirt from the floor, brushing his fingers over her hips. She smiled brightly making his heartbeat quicken. He willed it to slow, brushing it off as a result of their previous activity.

"Hmm, my roommate is going out of town next week, maybe you could pay me a visit?" Nozomi suggested pulling her shirt over her head and fixing her hair in the small mirror he had by his door.

"Can't wait, I'll walk you out." Toya smiled, holding the door open for the girl he thought was such a bad ass to walk through.

He had met Nozomi at a concert he had gone to see with some friends that ended up ditching him for some chicks that were smoking outside.

He had seen her across the room, her piercings glinting in the stage lights. She had tattoos up and down her arms that seemed to dance on their own as the girl moved. This confused and intrigued Toya greatly, he had never seen anything like it. He later found out this was an effect of her quirk, letting her tattoos move around her body freely. He gravitated toward the girl all night, not being able to stop himself from looking at her, imagining what she would be like with him. Eventually, after some crafty flirting, he found out.

Then found out a few more times.

"What a gentleman tonight." Nozomi teased placing a hand gently above her heart, pulling Toya out of his memory and walking through the door into the dark hallway.

"I do my best." Toya quipped back, resting his hand on her lower back as they walked to his front door. It was supposed to be a clear shot there, but Fuyumi had other plans.

She had seen the girl with her older brother a few times, more than he had brought any other girl around, and wanted to see what made this girl special to her brother, so she hid in the kitchen until she heard Toya try to sneak her out of the house.

Pretending she had just finished making her almost empty cup of tea, she walked out, feigning surprise as she "accidentally" bumped into the couple.

"Oh hello, you must be Nozomi, Toya has told me about you." Fuyumi said brightly, bowing slightly at the woman in front of her.

Toya groaned in annoyance as he tried to push his fling toward the door.

"Really?" She questioned, holding her ground intrigued by the statement. "All good things I hope."

"Oh yes, he talks about how 'surprisingly cool' you are." Fuyumi told her, quoting the words Toya had shared the other night when asked about the girl.

"You make it sound like I talk about her all the time. I don't." He cut in, pushing the girl harder now, trying to hide his pink cheeks in the dark of the hallway. "And I don't appreciate this ambush Yumi."

"Come on T, I wanna find out just how surprisingly cool I am." Nozomi teased, giving in and let herself be pushed to the door, waving at Fuyumi and laughing at his annoyed face as she went, the door closing quickly behind her with just a quick "see ya" from Toya who refused to let her see his flushed face.

That was the first time she suspected Toya might be catching feelings. Though admittedly a little pissed at the word surprisingly before the word cool in his description of her, she overlooked it not really caring too much what he thought of her. Not yet anyway.

The next time she suspected was a surprise to both of them. Nozomi's roommate had kicked her out of their shared apartment with only her backpack of personal belongings. She would have been fine with this had it not been for the group of thugs hanging around the building. They had taken her bag, wallet, phone, everything she had on her. Everything she had. Plus, to pour salt on the wound, had roughed her up a little when she tried to fight for her belongings.

She had put up a good fight but she was simply outnumbered and the heroes had long forgotten about her little corner of the city, deeming it beyond saving.

Not knowing where else to go, with no family or friends nearby, she went to the Todoroki household. She knocked on the front door, trying her best to get rid of any evidence of tears from her face. Shivering from the cold autumn night, she stood there waiting for anybody to answer the door.

Not much to her surprise, the girl she had met a few weeks ago stood before her. The woman, Fuyumi she remembered, was in a dressing gown, her white hair falling around her shoulders, the streaks of red popping in the moonlight.

Fuyumi was surprised to see the girl, especially in the state she was in. Her hair was a tangled mess, despite her attempts to comb out the knots as she walked, scraps and bruises littering her arms, and a few scraps on her face, a small trail of blood coming from where the small bit of metal went through her eyebrow. Nozomi loved every one of her piercings, but she did have to admit they were a bit of a disadvantage in a fight.

"Oh dear, are you alright? Come in, I'll go get Toya." She said, leading the girl to the living room, guiding her to sit on one of the pillows on the floor. "I'll get the first aid kit as well." Fuyumi muttered already headed down the hall to Toya's bedroom.

Toya had thought Fuyumi was messing with him, telling him his girlfriend was hurt in the living room. He laughed when she had said it, telling her he did not have a girlfriend, that he wasn't the type, but his sister just sighed and put on her best mom voice, demanding that he go into the living room.

So he did, strolling into the living room with his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, not quite sure what to expect.

It certainly wasn't what he found. While she was definitely not his girlfriend, she was the closest thing he has ever had to one.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asked nonchalantly, taking his hand out of his pocket to motion to her face, an anger forming in his chest that contradicted the calmness of his voice.

"A lot." Nozomi answered, trying to swallow the sobs that threatened the back of her throat. "Let's run through my night. First, Kita kicked me out and I don't she her letting me back in. Then, some assholes tried to take my bag. When I fought back for it they took my phone and smashed it up, leaving me with absolutely nothing to my name, and nowhere to go. And now I'm here, unexpectedly dropping all of this shit on you, someone who has no reason to deal with all of my shit," Nozomi hickuped, letting the tears and the sobs she had been holding in all night out. "I'm so sorry, I just didn't know where else to go." She finished putting her head in her hands, trying not to let him see her in such a fragile state.

Toya didn't know what to do. He wanted to tell her it was fine, that she could stay as long as she needed to, but he knew that if his father found out she was here it... Wouldn't be good. He wanted to hug her, tell her that he would help her figure it out, but his body just stood there unmoving.

Thankfully Fuyumi was back, carrying the first aid kit that was usually stashed in the bathroom. She stopped by Toya, pushing the first aid kit into his hands and giving him a small push toward the crying woman.

"She's your friend so you can clean her up. I'm going back to bed." She said, already walking down the hallway to her room before there could be any protests.

"Right, lets get you cleaned up then." He said, kneeling beside the woman he had seen just a few nights ago. He remembered her smile then, how it made the corners of his own mouth twitch up. It was completely contagious, he wanted to see it now, he imagined how beautiful it would look in the moonlight.

He mentally cursed himself for the thought. Maybe Fuyumi was right, maybe he did like this girl, but now was far from the time to dwell on that.

"I hope you at least got a few good licks in." He joked ,desperate to make her stop crying. He moved her hands from her face and wiped the tears that were falling before bringing a soft, wet cloth to her brow, washing away the blood that had dried there.

"I think I at least broke one nose." Nozomi replied, a playful smile dancing on the corner of her lips. Her face was still sad but there it was, as beautiful as he knew it would be. Toya's cheeks warmed as he tried to focus on cleaning Nozomi's wounds.

"You can stay here, at least for a few days. Endeavor is out of town so it shouldn't be too much of a problem." Was his reply, returning to reality and turning his face into an uncaring mask, the one he always hid behind when faced with new feelings.

"Thank you." Was the only reply he got, Nozomi trying to read why he had suddenly dropped his own beautiful smile as she wrapped herself in a hug, trying to warm herself up.

Nozomi thought she might know why. She knew she was breaking down his walls, knew that he was trying to put them back up around himself, she just didn't know why, not for sure anyway. She figured, in the way he called his father Endeavor, in the way his voice grew darker and more stern when talking about him. It was the way she referenced her own family.

She didn't really want to think about it, and knew he certainly didn't want to talk about it so she just left it alone. It wasn't really her place to poke into his personal life anyway. She was just a booty call after all, well that's what her mind told her anyway. Deep down she knew, knew that something was growing, a bond that would soon be stronger than anything the two of them had ever had.

"Here." Toya said stripping his sweatshirt off (an Endeavor hoodie with crude sharpie marks) and pushing it into her arms. "You're shivering."

"Thank you. For everything." She whispered, bringing the sweatshirt over her head.

"Don't mention it. Now, I'm going to bed. You're welcome to join me of course." He said, getting up and walking back towards his room, Nozomi hot on his heels.

That night they shared a bed together, for the first time just sleeping. Her arms wrapped tightly around him as her head rested on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, his other hand resting under his head.

He hardly slept that night. He kept getting distracted by her, the way her mouth fell open slightly, the way she moved when she breathed, everything about her was intoxicating to him, and honestly it terrified him.

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