#i used to sit on the roof with my cat and stare at the stars

[needylittlegirl]

does anyone wanna live in the middle of nowhere with me yet

#i hate cities #i was raised in the middle of nowhere and like i thought id grow to hate that #like ? so many ppl switch and want the opposite of where they were raised #but nope #i wanna go back to nobody in 30 miles every direction #just dirt roads and my chickens <3 #miss it so much #i used to sit on the roof with my cat and stare at the stars #there was a pond nearby that id go by to catch frogs and tadpoles #i miss it #so much #tbd

[silent-stories]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 - 𝟏𝟎 (𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞)

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: Aaron moved out and you and Eddie are together and finally, truly happy.

Part 9

"How long do you think this campaign is going to last?" You asked Wayne sitting next to you on one of the benches in front of the trailer as you waited for Eddie to come back.

"Sometimes it takes two hours, sometimes three, sometimes four... I really can't give you an answer, kid. That boy is unpredictable when it comes to that game." He brought a cigarette to his lips.

It had been a week since Aaron had left Hawkings, you saw Eddie every day at school and almost every afternoon at your house or in his trailer and you often spent the night in his arms.

Things were going well, Eddie was pretty sure he was going to finally graduate and you were about to get a job at a new shop that just opened in town.

"He loves you, ya know?" Said the man sitting next to you blowing a cloud of smoke out of his mouth. "He doesn't talk much about his feelings but I think you're the first person he's loved so much."

"Oh trust me, I know. He shows it to me every day." A slight smile formed on your lips just as a van came into your sight and parked in front of the trailer.

Wayne made a gesture with his hand towards Eddie getting off the van "Speaking of the Devil..."

"Hey sweetheart, sorry I'm late." He placed a quick kiss on your lips as he reached you, basically ignoring his uncle sitting next to you.

You giggled.

Too sweet for the Devil. You always knew that.

The sky was lit up with what seemed like hundreds of stars and the moon was shining almost full.

You and Eddie were lying on the roof of his trailer, your eyes were up at the night sky and you were cuddled up next to him, your head was on his chest and his leather jacket was wrapped around your shoulders because you had left yours in the trailer and neither of us wanted to go down and get it.

"Are you sure you're not cold?" You asked raising your head slightly towards Eddie.

"I'm sure." He muttered. "And you look too good in my jacket to take it back."

You rolled your eyes before your gaze fell on Bones as she walked with one paw after another on the edge of the roof of the trailer, staring intently ahead.

When you'd left your house to go to Eddie's she'd followed you and jumped into the passenger seat as if she knew you were going to see, now clearly, her favorite person.

You'd been trying to get her out for at least ten minutes but after she dug her nails into the seat and hissed at you, you gave up and decided Eddie would have an extra guest that night.

"What if she falls?" Eddie asked suddenly, you understood he was referring to the cat that was walking next to you.

"She has nine lives and always falls on her paws." You knew Bones wouldn't fall, she often climbed trees in your garden and sometimes even on the roof of your house via the balcony and she was always able to get down and stay alive.

"But it's cute that you worry about her." You added with a slight smile on your lips.

"She's my girl, of course I worry about her." He commented, a slight playful note in his voice because he knew what you would answer.

"Your girl? I'm your girl!" You exclaimed dramatically, exaggerating on purpose.

Eddie chuckled, his fingers found your hand and, and after grabbing it, he brought it to his lips to leave a kiss on the back of it. "You are."

"Mh, that's better." You said bringing his hand to your chest to play with his fingers and draw imaginary circles on the back of it.

You usually did that to calm him down when something was wrong, he was upset about something or someone made some redu comments about him or your relationship, or before a test he absolutely needed to pass so he didn't have to repeat the year again but eventually it became a habit.

"Shooting star, make a wish." You pointed up where something glowed making a trajectory across the sky.

"I'm pretty sure it was an airplane or something." He chuckled.

"Don't ruin the moment!" You exclaimed again. "Make a wish."

Silence fell between you and you lifted your head towards him, his gaze was already on you. "I have everything I need right here."

"Well, that was cheesy. Not metal at all if you ask me." You rolled your eyes knowing he was watching you, just to annoy him.

"Well, sorry if I'm trying to be a good boyfriend!" Eddie tried to sound angry but the huge grin on his face couldn't go away. He loved to bicker with you like that sometimes.

Your look softened. "You already are."

He didn't hesitate to imitate your tone.

"Well, that was cheesy. Not metal at all if you ask me."

"Oh, come on!" You exclaimed in exasperation and Eddie couldn't help but burst out laughing before wrapping a hand around your waist and if possible pushing you even closer to him. "I love you, you know that right?"

"Will you tell me I'm cheesy if I tell you I love you too?"

Eddie looked at you for a few seconds, as if the fact that there was a possibility that you loved him too had caught him off guard. "No, I won't."

You placed a hand on his cheek, pushing him towards you to make your lips meet. "I love you too."

He smiled with his mouth so close to yours that you could feel his breath on your lips, his eyes were glittering thanks to the moonlight that was bringing out the golden hues in them.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have really pretty eyes?"

Eddie hesitated for a moment. "My mom always did."

"She was right." A soft smile appeared on your lips.

When he finally kissed you, you realized you hadn't made a wish either. You didn't need it.

Your lips had to part as something jumped on Eddie's chest and he burst out laughing, resting his head on the roof.

"Bones! Get off my boyfriend!"

"Aww... someone is jealous."

"Are you talking about me or the cat?"

"Both of you."

"Eddie!"

"Don't worry, I love you more."

Eddie ran his two ringed fingers through Bones' fur as she purred, sniffing his hair curiously.

"Maybe."

"I heard you!"

The trailer was silent and almost completely dark when you rolled out of bed as Eddie was in a state of doze, his head resting on the only pillow on his bed and his curls scattered around his face.

His arm wrapped around your waist, ready to push you back against his bare chest before you could stand.

"Where are you going?" He whispered.

"I gotta go to the bathroom for a second, I'll be right back."

He didn't answer but his arm dropped onto the mattress after he softly caressed your side.

Your feet walked silently through the different rooms of the trailer and when you returned to Eddie's bedroom, you didn't see the desk that you hit with your arm, knocking over a notebook.

You glanced over at Eddie who seemed to be sound asleep and reached down to grab what had fallen.

When you pulled it up, a sheet fell out of it.

Before placing it back in the notebook, your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at the page.

Two stikman were on the left, one with curly hair and both smiling, the others on the other side of the paper had angry faces and smoke was coming out of their ears.

You smiled at the memory of the day you produced that awful drawing during a boring class while trying to get Eddie to come to Aaron's party.

Your smile only widened at the thought that although months had passed Eddie hadn't thrown away that drawing and he kept it in the middle of a notebook, safe.

You folded it up and put it where you got it before crawling back into bed next to Eddie and wrapping your arms around him, resting your head on his chest.

"Goodnight Eds." You murmured, thinking he was already sleeping.

Bones jumped onto the bed, looking for a space between you two to settle down.

"Goodnight Bones."

"Eddie!"

He giggled before placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Goodnight sweetheart."

It's been a lot fun writing this series, thanks to everyone who has read up to here! <3

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[witchersmistress]

New Orleans

Hello my darlings just a little snippet of a thing for ya'll. I'll play with it more tomorrow but for now enjoy.

Summary: Rory finally got to live out her life long dream, traveling to the beautiful city of News Orleans. a place that has called to her for so long, when she catches the eye of a familiar southern gentlemen

Word count: 700

Trigger warnings: none

Here is part 2 for those who are interested https://www.tumblr.com/witchersmistress/730375070899388416/a-guarded-walk-home?source=share

My family thought it was the oddest thing that from the time I could remember when I was a little girl, I was just dying to get to New Orleans. I always said I had someone waiting for me, someone who loved and lost so long ago, but I was back again and this time forever. I use to go on about the beautiful mansion he had built me, the ballroom for dancing, the green house for all my gardening, a spiral stair case to a hidden library.. it was just dreams my therapist told me. Probably read in a book somewhere, but all those years later here I am

The city of New Orleans. A place of beautiful, fascination, magic, change and southern gentlemen

It was all yes ma'am, no ma'am, holding doors for them as the walked in with a gentle smack on their rear ends to hurry it along. Open car doors and keeping them safe as the made their way down Bourbon Street, which they've said transport you to another world at night. The throbbing music, the dancing neon lights, decorated by beads and balconies, and when it rained down on Bourbon Street, the party may have stopped the sounds of the rain come down off the metals roofs and waterfalling off the balconies to the windowless streets below. 

That is the first time I saw that man, the one man who'd be my death and my undoing. 

it was morning, the city was still sleepy, I stepped out to enjoy fresh air and drink my tea as I watched the people below, when I spotted him.  He was tall, muscular, in a white tee that was plastered to his chest, showing off his delicious abs, he had a buzz cut and a scruff beard and these gorgeous cerulean blue eyes. I watched him, pulling a rag from his back pocket to wipe the sweat from his brow and all I wanted to do was to sit on that man's face.

I felt my cheeks turn red with that idea. As if the man himself could have heard my thoughts, he looked up at me from his position on the street and waved at me with a devil may care smile. Sweet baby Jesus, my face was on fucking fire as I starred at him like an edjit. He threw the rag into the back of his truck and jogged across the road to the balcony where I stood. 

"You know sugah, instead of just staring at me, you could've waved back" he said with a wink. Good lord I must have been red as a tomato. I starred at him in stunned silence he let out a low laugh " Alright darling if you insist" he said as he backed up into the street. What in the devil was this man doing.

"Last chance" he hollered " or you've left me no choice" I heard someone yell back "Syverson leave that young lady alone" he shrugged them off as he ran then jumped to grab hold of the railing of the balcony, my jaw was on the ground watching him pull himsled up and over the railing with ease. People cat called and whistled him from the street but he was focused on me " Well.." he trailed off as he took in my black leggings and grey v neck. He placed two fingers under my chin and closed my jaw with a audible click of my teeth. 

"I'm Logan and you are?" Prying my tongue from the roof of my mouth " I'm Aurora, but most people call me Rory" his eyes narrowed and his eye brows scrunched in displeasure " I think I prefer, Aurora" he stepped closer to me and locking a finger around a few strands of my hair. Running his tongue along his teeth, I could see the sharpest of edges of his canine teeth beneath his plump lips. Breathing in the scent of his colone I was mesmerized by those blue eyes as he studied my face, if I had been so obsessed with his lips, I might have missed what he whispered " I've finally found you"  

#henry cavill imagine #henry cavill characters #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfiction #syverson x reader #henry cavill vampire

[niki-phoria]

‧₊˚✩ sweet moments with chishiya, arisu, and kuina

warnings: we deserved more kuina and chishiya in s2, as always chishiya is a little ooc, i am so close to making one of those giant YOU NEED TO REBLOG FANFICTION AND LEAVE COMMENTS posts that get shared around everywhere because my motivation is so bad rn and i love the encouragement/interaction does this sound like i'm complaining ??

gn! reader (they/them pronouns used)

‧₊˚✩ chishiya - stargazing together

(word count 246) he looks like a cat here it's so cute ksnlsknks

chishiya pauses as soon as he reaches the roof. you sit by the ledge, staring up at the sky. your jacket hands loosely off of your shoulders. 

“what are you doing?” you don’t even bother to glance back at him, still looking up. 

“i’m stargazing.” he cocks his head, silently walking over to stand behind you. he glances up at the night sky. the stars are out, barely shining through the clouds. it’s nothing special to chishiya. the stars are there every night. why bother looking at them? 

“stargazing,” he repeats the word like he’s never heard it before. “why?” 

you glance over your shoulder up at him. “because the stars are out.” chishiya stares at you for a few seconds. “you can join me if you want to.” 

despite still not understanding why you would sit on cold concrete and stare up at the sky, chishiya sits down next to you so close that your shoulders barely brush against each other with each movement. he stares up at the sky for a few minutes before he finds himself bored. his eyes drift to the side, entranced with how you’re so focused on the stars. the soft smile on your face is enough to bring one to his own. you look over at him, smirking. 

“like what you see?” 

chishiya rolls his eyes, shaking his head. you laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. 

‧₊˚✩ arisu - comforting you after a nightmare

(word count 263)

you jolt awake, panting as you sit up in bed. your hands are shaky. sweat clings to your shirt as you cover your face with your hands. tears sting your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks. 

“y/n?” arisu’s hand is warm as it presses against your shoulder. he gently coaxes you to lean against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. you cling to him desperately as if he’ll disappear if you let go, even for a second. “do you want to talk about it?” 

you let out a shaky sigh, trying to calm yourself down. arisu’s hand rubs comfortingly against your back. the air is cool against your skin from the wind blowing through your open window. the music from the beach continues to blast on despite the late hour. “i just… i’m tired. of the games, and the people here, and almost dying every day.” 

“i know,” arisu whispers, holding you a little closer. his shirt is stained with your tears. you smooth your hand against the fabric of his shirt, trying to smooth out the wrinkles from where your hands gripped onto it. “i know it’s hard. but we need to keep going.” he moves a hand to your jaw, lifting your chin. he leans down a little to press his forehead against yours, big brown eyes staring into yours. “i will get us home. i promise.” you nod, reaching over to grab his hand. 

“i love you,” you whisper. arisu pulls you back into the hug, pressing a kiss against your forehead. 

“i love you too.” 

‧₊˚✩ kuina - you get jealous

(word count 332)

your nails dig into your hands as you watch the man lean over, hand resting on kuina’s shoulders. she laughs as he watches her, smirking over his drink. chishiya chuckles as he leans against the wall next to you, hands in his pockets. “jealous?” he asks, leaning to glance over at you. 

you sigh, forcing yourself to relax. “shut up.” 

“you know, if you’re so jealous, you could just walk over there and tell her.” the man’s arm around kuina’s shoulder moves to rest against her arm. she shifts a little away from him, looking away. 

you ignore chishiya’s knowing gaze, pushing off of the wall and making your way over to the beach chair they’re sitting on. “y/n!” she smiles, eagerly shoving the man’s arm off of her and wrapping you into a hug. she clings to your arm, turning back to the man. you ignore how he’s glaring at you, squeezing kuina’s hand. your shoulders feel tense as he looks you up and down with a sour look. “this is my partner, y/n,” she introduces. 

“it’s nice to meet you,” you bow before leaning down next to kuina’s ear. “it’s getting late, we should head back to our room.” 

“ah, you’re probably right,” she says, turning back to the man. “i’ll see you around,” she dismisses, letting you wrap your arm around her waist. 

you bite back a sigh of relief as you close the door behind you. kuina chuckles as she pushes you down onto your bed, moving to sit on your lap. “are you… jealous?” she teases. 

“no,” you look away, avoiding her glance. “...maybe.” kuina laughs, leaning down to lift your chin so you’re looking into her eyes. 

“y/n, you are the most amazing person i have ever met. there is nobody in the world that i love more than you,” she whispers, pulling you a little closer. “i love you.” 

you lean forwards, pulling her into a sweet kiss. “i love you too.”

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[reijixia13]

How about a short story?

Rose under the moonlight ||°MLB&CN°||

Chat Noir!Cat Blanc x M!Reader

by Reiji_13

C: art not mine, cttro @p0mmia

Message: Hi p0mmia, sorry I couldn't message you right away, This art just suddenly gave me a short story vibe so I used the Rose to be a story title hehe hope you like this thought

There are things as shit as it can be, There are times that you feel happiness in your life, But Theres Pain and sadness, Maybe anger or rage just like a Rose.

How? Well wonder the description of a Rose, It starts with its beauty, But with the Thorns as it's vissible pain, You never knew what a Rose could turn to be a beautiful painfulled person.

“What are you reading?” A voice called out, In Panic I quickly look around on guard in this midnight under the moon and all, WHO THE HELL SAYS THAT WHEN IM ON A GOD DAMN ROOF?!

“Hey, Relax it's just me-” Before the I could even recognize the person, I hit them hard on the stomach “Chat Noir... ugggh” A thud was heard, I hurriedly came to aid him on the ground of my roof.

“Ack!!! Chat Noir?!” I quickly took a look at his pained expression, “ohh... Sorry! I didn't- I mean- Ackkkkkk!” In frustration i grabbed my hair.

“ughh, HeEey don't try taking it out on your hair!” Still hurt, Chat Noir helped me by taking my hands into his as we stared at each other, He blinked before blushing furiously bashing his hands around “oh- Sorry!”

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After sometime around the both of us ended up calming down before I questioned what he doing on my roof

“Well.. I planned a scenario for ladybug but.. Like always, she sets me aside”

I look at him with a saddening expression, I know how it feels to have that kind of affection..

“Ahh, I knew of that too..”

Honestly Luka is kind, but his very dense, at some point his only focusing his ideals to Dupang-cheng now, By now I probably gave up.

“Hey, I know we only met, But it would be a great pleasure if you could accompany me” Chat Noir said as he stood up, look at me and reach out his hand for me. I take his hand slowly,

“Well, I don't exactly have anything else to do. But sure, Just that-”

Before I could even finish, He swooped me up and jumped off the building, before we could reach the ground with my yellings for the lord, He jumped to another building.

I can only feel the wind as my eyes stuck shut, helding for safety, I can only hear Chat chuckling, Im getting back at him-

“Alright! We're here~!”

I turn around after he gently put me down, I gasp in awee as the fairy lights illuminate the night roof, Up above can be seen a clear moon just like

“The Rose Under the Moonlight..”

I turn to chat

“Chat this is-”

I stopped as I looked at his gloomy expression sitting on the railings.

“This is what I made for Ladybug..”

I agape, Even if Ladybug is a great and super busy hero, She should atleast came to see the efforts one could already tell how much Chat Noir is Inlove with her but she should be greatful she had someone as Great as Chat Noir to make this effort. I smiled silently I walked to his side and gave his back a hug.

“This is great, I know Ladybug would've enjoyed it.” I felt a little shuffling, And when I turn to look at him, He was reaching to my head, Something was placed between my head and ear.

“I heard you muttering about a rose, I persume you like roses?” I look at him with a tint of blush, greatful for the darkness hiding the little blush im having.

“Uh not exactly, But” I look up at the sky, the moon and stars waving down at us. “I love it when its about the moon and a rose.”

“That's why the book seems familiar” I turn to look at him questionably, He turn to me with a smile “What? I read alot of books too.” He said, That got me enchanted.

°·。𑁍。·°᪥°·。𑁍。·°᪥°·。𑁍。·°

Im here under the star night, no moon in sight, but the lights of my roof still gave the warm but still cold wind, Look off from afar as I wonder

It's been a while since I've seen Chat, I wonder if his busy with Ladybug..

At some point, My heart ache remembering the scene with Marinette and Luka.. How could he look at her like that, when he couldn't even notice how much I look at him like how he looks at her..

I didn't even notice the tears..

A quite sob excape me, I tried to hide it by putting my hands on my mouth.

It hurts, I don't know how many times I had fell inlove with someone from a far, It either be a Media Idol, A non existing character or Someone who I could call my bestfriend.

“Oh what's even the point? He wouldn't like me with this gender.”

“What are you glooming around my purrince?” I quickly looked around, From a corner, stood a dark figure, by his voice I could already know its Chat Noir.

“Chat?” I still had to make sure who he really is, He slowly came from the dark, I gasp taking a step back.

“Sorry Darling, But Im called Blanc, Cat Blanc” I looked at him hovering me, His giving an oddly warm aura but still, Chat Noir Has black suit and- And Green eyes! Plus blonde hair-

“suprise? Are you happy? I would even be greater than this, And even greater than a bug rat” He said that so casually with a smug smirk.

“I- I still like the Old Chat Noir!” I quickky covered my mouth, scared as his eyes turned serious, his piercing blue eyes glared at mine.

“Now, Your only making it worse Love” He said, He came even closer to take my chin and made me stare at his eyes, His eyes were gazing down “Thought, with this naughty lips of yours would be purrfectly swollen” His tounge swiped through his lips as his eyes gaze back to mine, I could feel my face getting hot from the comment.

Before anything, I felt his lips into mine, I stare at him in shock to see his smile hardening the kiss, pushing my back to the railings.

“wait-” I pushed him away to take a breath, I touched my swelling lips with a mess of my hair.

“Just like I thought, Tasty” I looked at him blushing furiously as he swiped his tounge to his lips again while looking at me, “Also purrfectly swollen” His expression turned serious, and turned his gaze seemingly behind me, “But I would perfer if you had left us alone bug rat”

As a yo-yo passed by, He quickly took me to his arms rapped it around my smaller body and used his back as a shield, jumping up to a much higher roof.

“And, I would perfer if you leave the poor Civilian alone.” The intimidating voice of Ladybug said, I shiver in spite of the tension, I look at Ladybug who worriedly glance at me, Before I stared up at Chat Noir- No, Cat Blanc to see him glancing down at me.

“Sorry Bug rat, not in the mood for fighting, I still need to bring him somewhere” Despite shivering, I look at them questioning

“what? I just met a villain, also-”

I got deja vu with the jump from the building, My illuming screams can be heard as I hold Cat Blanc tightly, Asking the Gods, Why the hell is this happening to me? Lord if your giving me someone atleast give me someone with a sense of humor.

“NO YOUR COMING BACK HERE SO I CAN DE EVILIZE YOUR AKUMA, ALSO BRING THE CIVILIAN TO SAFETY- UGH CHAT!”

The voice of ladybug was heard clearly fading away, I think we lost her but idk how to feel.

“Crazy BugRat for ruining my fucking mood”

I- that's such a strong word- I don't even know what to say, He only squeez me in his arm as he jump after jump.

At some point we reach a location, At first it was dark, But Cat Blanc snapped his fingers and the lights brighten uo the way.

I stare in awee, This might be one of those days where Chat Noir brings me out to look at the moon but this place is new.. Also exept the one who bought me here is Cat Blanc, The evilized side of Chat Noir..

“I-”

I turn to look at him, When I saw him looking at me with those eyes.

“..(Y/N)” I stare at him as he called me, His eyes welled up with tears, He clenched his hands, I inhale before exhailing. I walked up to him and held his hand in question, I put his hand to my cheeks to see him loosining his clench to slowly and gently move his hands through my cheeks like its something vulnerable to his view, like his seeing me break from him.. break..from him..

“What's the problem, Cha- Blanc?” I ask, His eyes stared back at mine, I notice how his eyes are glinting green, He held a petal of rose in hand.

“Blanc, Are you ok?” I ask, He can only stare back at me with silence but now by looking at him, just like how we first became companions for the sorrows we felt, those feeling illuminating from him. I know it so well.

“Blanc, I already told you, You deserve so much better, You should know that someone does appreciate your efforts but taking it out on me is not only for desiring for yourself but your also hurting me. Blanc, Chat or what ever person underneath those mask are, Your still a person who deserves someone, Blanc please don't be like this.. Give up your power.. maybe not for ladybug but try it for me?.. I don't want you hurt..” I stare off the ground, I hear a bell dinging, I look up to see Blanc reaching out to his collar before he stopped still holding my hand in his other, he point at his bell, But I also saw the Petal slowly fell to its end.

I smiled knowing his giving up, I quickly kissed his cheek “Thank you Blanc..” I said before taking the bell out and throwing it at the ground, He even volunteered to smash it with his foot, Ladybug came in right on time to de evilize the akuma.

When ladybug screamed 'Miracoulous Ladybug' Blanc was only staring at me, waving before turning to Chat Noir who uncousiously fell to the ground, I quickly came to catch him.

“I guess I missed out alot..” I stare at Ladybug, Only smiling

“jusy so you know, ones effort shouldn't be treated like trash.. Ladybug you should still be thankful..” I voice out, I stare at her “Because like him, My efforts for my own love for someone is a waste..”

Ladybug only stared at me before smiling at me herself.

“maybe you should also start realizing what that ment” She said, I look at her confused.

“oww, What ment??” I flinched when Chat Noir suddenly arose from him, and quickly smacked him “Ow- wHat wAs thAT fOr?” his voice cracked giving me a chuckled.

“I guess my job here is done, Don't stay up too late, Bug out.” Before I could say my goodbyes, I can only stare at ladybug who swings away.

“Is there by any chance I should know what happend?” I gaze out, Before red was illuminating through my body and face, Chat came close as he took a look at me “Uhh your red??” He ask, Before he could even try anything, I pushed his face out.

“ughh shut up, its such a long night” I said with a sigh, He chuckled before standing up, He reach his hand out before he took me up to stand up. He bowed, taking his staff before magically opening it? With a god damn rose? INSIDE?? “Maybe this Cat should accompany the troubled?” I can only blow blueberries at him before taking the rose, He chuckled before taking me to his arms and again jumping around to take me home. I should probably be scared for my life. AGAIN. But Ladybug's words got me thinking..

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This is so random HAHAHAHHA, I hope you like it heheheh

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Unwelcome

By: @floreatcastellumposts​​

Prompt(s): Frost & First Christmas without [Character]​

Look alive my friends because Floreatcastellum has secured us an invite to the Potter family’s Christmas dinner! ✨Read all about their festivities – which may or may not include a dash of angst and some unexpected guests – right here or on AO3! _________________________________________

The Christmas tree was decorated in the same way it was every year, down to the last bauble. Aunt Petunia had a very strict colour scheme of white and blue, and at some point or another she had apparently found the ideal position for each and every ornament, for rather than risk changing it she simply wrapped the plastic tree in clingfilm for storage in the attic 362 days of the year.

Harry, eight years old and now well used to the Christmas routine, stared vaguely at the frosty tree, his eyes focused on the only new addition; a clumsy clay ornament. It was an unidentifiable splodge of glitter and a smear of paint, Dudley’s efforts of less than five minutes in art at school before they had broken up for the Christmas holidays. Harry had spent the whole lesson on his, making the star of Bethlehem, yellow paint with gold glitter. He had no idea what had happened to it, for he had not seen it since he had brought it home.

‘Bed,’ said Aunt Petunia briskly.

Harry huffed. ‘Can’t I stay up later to-?’

‘No,’ she said curtly. ‘Come on - last chance to impress Father Christmas.’

‘Father Christmas isn’t real,’ he said flatly.

Aunt Petunia made a hissing noise not unlike one of Mrs Figg’s cats. ‘Don’t say things like that in front of Dudders.’

Harry glanced over to the sofa, where Dudley was sitting, staring slack-jawed and staring at the telly. He clearly hadn’t heard. ‘Or what?’ he asked. ‘I’ll get something worse than coal?’

She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and heaved him up. ‘You’re lucky to have a roof over your head!’ she reminded him, and dragged him to his cupboard. As she pushed him in, she seemed to change her mind, and pulled him back, bent low so her face was inches from his own. ‘Don’t you dare speak to your aunt Marge like that tomorrow.’

‘She’s not my-’

‘I mean it! Do not spoil our family Christmas.’

With that, he was shoved into his cupboard, where thankfully she could not see him roll his eyes. That night, he stared at the thin line of light that acted as a halo around his cupboard door, where someone had left the hallway light on, and dreaded the next day.

***

Several years later, Harry was in full force in the kitchen. A knife was speedily chopping veg beside him, while a wooden spoon stirred a saucepan vigorously. He, a tea towel slung over his shoulder and an expression of mild stress over his face, was checking the large turkey in the oven. Despite the sound of the radio playing Christmas music, and the clattering of Ginny in the larder searching for more garlic, he heard the sound of a lid being lifted off a large ceramic pot he knew held the pigs in blankets.

‘Don’t eat those!’ he called over his shoulder.

‘Why not? It’s Christmas.’

‘You know wh- put them down!’

He heard James huff, but replace the lid. Lily’s voice, belting along to the Christmas music, passed through the room as Harry ladeled oil over the turkey. ‘Am I going to have-?’ he heard her interrupt herself.

‘Yes, you’ve got a nut roast,’ he called back, pushing the turkey back in.

‘Next year you should all consider refusing to participate in the needless slaughter of millions of birds-’

‘Harry, there’s absolutely none in here,’ said Ginny, sticking her head out of the larder door. ‘Are you sure you got some?’

‘Yeah, definitely - a whole braid. I was with Ron, he made a crap joke about vampires.’

‘Oh, are you looking for the garlic?’ said James. Both Harry and Ginny turned to stare at him. ‘Yeah, it’s my room.’

‘Why?’

‘Dora was playing with it.’

‘Yesterday?’

‘Yeah. I was a vampire. She was hunting me down.’

‘And it’s been in your room since then?’

He shrugged and nodded. Ginny gave a great sigh, held up her wand and summoned it. It zoomed into the kitchen and she caught it with the unerring skill of a chaser, then started speedily peeling a bulb.

‘Right, that’s that mystery solved,’ said Harry. ‘Next job - could someone nip into the garden and get some sage?’

‘On it,’ called James, heading speedily to the back door.

‘When’s it going to be ready?’ asked Lily. ‘I’m starving.’

‘I don’t know - soon,’ lied Harry. ‘Why don’t you set the table?’

‘I have, and I put paper chains up.’

Harry could easily imagine the web of paper chains he was sure would greet him in the dining room. He gave a non-committal hum and turned back to the oven, causing his glasses to fog over.

‘I thought you and Mum said Christmas dinner would be at twelve.’

‘Yes, well,’ said Ginny breezily. ‘Harry, how’s it looking?’

‘Still pink in the middle.’

‘Right, well bring it out anyway, I’ll add the garlic and then we can maybe add a charm or two to hurry things along, I reckon that’d be-’

‘Hello!’ James called, as he returned from the garden. ‘Look who I found skulking by the gate.’

Harry turned round from the stove. There, in his doorway, was Draco Malfoy, looking as uncomfortable as he felt. He wished very much that he was not wearing an apron covered in flour, or at that very least that his glasses had fully defogged from the heat of the oven.

‘Oh…’ said Ginny. ‘Hello.’

‘I came to pick up Scorpius,’ said Malfoy stiffly. He looked astoundingly out of place in their kitchen; Harry vaguely wondered if he had ever come into a house through the back door in his life. His black velvet robes cast a rather sombre atmosphere even with the radio blaring out A Christmas Cauldron For You and Me.

‘They’re out on a walk,’ she said apologetically. ‘I’m sure they’ll be back soon - but - I’m sorry - I thought we said he was staying for Christmas dinner and then-?’

‘I was under the impression you’d be finished by now,’ said Malfoy. ‘You said you’d be sitting to eat at midday.’

‘Ah, well, yes, that was always ambitious.’

‘It is now nearly three,’ he said pointedly.

‘Dad got his timings wrong,’ said James helpfully. ‘He’s trying to give us all food poisoning.’

Harry cleared his throat. ‘James, why don’t you go and find Al and Scorpius?’

‘They could be anywhere.’

‘You’re an auror, I’m sure you can find them.’ He hoped that his tone struck the right balance between irritation and politeness in front of their guest, but judging from James’s delighted grin, it hadn’t. Nevertheless, he chucked a sprig of sage on the kitchen island, and bounded back outside.

Silence fell on the kitchen. Lily looked between her parents and Draco Malfoy. ‘I’m going to… go and do that thing,’ she said lamely, and then she too, swiftly left the room. Harry would have laughed if he hadn’t felt so uncomfortable.

‘Can I get you a drink?’ he asked Malfoy.

Malfoy’s lips parted, but he said nothing, just looked slowly over his shoulder.

‘I think they’ll be a little while,’ Ginny prompted.

‘I… yes, then, thank you.’

‘Wine? Beer? Tea?’ When Malfoy continued to awkwardly say nothing, Harry offered, ‘something stronger?’

‘You don’t have any brandy, by any chance?’

‘We do,’ said Harry. ‘Erm…’ He glanced at the kitchen table, which was heaped with bowls of vegetable peelings, crumpled up Christmas wrapping, and a tin of chocolate from which James had been grazing all day. ‘Why don’t you take a seat in the dining room? It’s just through there. I’ll bring you the drink.’

‘Yes,’ said Malfoy stiffly. ‘All right.’

They parted ways, Malfoy to the door that led to the hallway, from which the dining room was opposite, Harry into the living room to their drinks cabinet in the corner. Luckily he had bought brandy purely for the purposes of setting the Christmas pudding on fire, so he opened up a new bottle and poured what he guessed was a normal measure. A vivid memory hit him suddenly, of Aunt Marge smacking her lips over a Christmas brandy, swirling it appreciatively. It left him feeling suddenly cold, though the fire was crackling merrily in their snug room.

He pushed it down, and took the drink back through to the kitchen, where he held it out to Ginny. She looked at it, then back up at him with a confused shrug. ‘What?’ she whispered.

‘Can you take it through to him?’ he whispered back.

‘Erm… no?’

‘Why not?’

‘Because then I’ll have to sit in there with him?’

He looked at her pleadingly. ‘I can’t go and sit in there with him, we hate each other.’

She closed her eyes and nodded with faux-understanding. ‘You’re right,’ she whispered. ‘I’m sorry, I forgot how we’re best friends. Simply adore each other. Borders on an emotional affair sometimes.’

‘There’s less history between you two than us,’ he implored.

‘By about this much,’ she said, pinching the air. ‘You were the one who offered him a drink-’

‘Look, all right, let’s-’ He leaned quickly and placed the glass of brandy on the crowded kitchen island, and then held out his fist to motion for a game of rock paper scissors. Ginny won. ‘Best out of three,’ he whispered hurriedly. Ginny nodded, and then won again. Harry sighed his groan. ‘Best out of-’

‘No,’ she said dangerously, holding out her finger in warning.

‘Fine,’ he muttered irritably, and he poured himself a generous glass of red wine before taking it and the brandy through.

In the dining room, Malfoy was sat on one of the chairs Ginny had decorated with giant Santa hats over the backs, at the table decorated with bright baubles stuck together to act as candle holders, beneath a canopy of paper chains, all clashing colours. The fairy lights strung around the picture rail and mirror were flashing rapidly so that Malfoy’s face was lit in red, blue, green and yellow within seconds. He did not, Harry noted, seem very impressed with their Christmas decor. His expression was that of someone trying to hold back revulsion. No doubt Malfoy manor was a little more elegant and co-ordinated in these matters. Perhaps, he thought viciously, with little glittery dark mark ornaments on the tree.

Harry sat on the other side of the table to Malfoy, as far away as he felt was socially acceptable. Another vivid memory struck him as he slid Malfoy’s drink over to him, of Snape and Sirius, sitting in the basement kitchen of Grimmauld Place, looking away from one another.

‘Thank you,’ said Malfoy, taking the brandy.

‘No problem,’ said Harry. ‘My apologies for running behind - years of Christmases where the children get you up at the crack of dawn and then all of a sudden they’re teenagers and everyone ends up sleeping off Christmas Eve drinks.’

‘I see,’ said Malfoy.

There was a long silence. ‘Then Ginny and I were having problems with the cooking,’ Harry continued, to fill it. ‘Turns out the oven wasn’t actually on for a good hour, and then we couldn’t find the garlic and - well it’s a bigger turkey than I realised.’

‘Right,’ said Malfoy. He looked around the table, at the pristine plates and the un-pulled crackers. ‘So you haven’t eaten at all?’

‘No,’ said Harry, who thought that had been obvious.

‘You still have a tea towel on your shoulder,’ said Malfoy.

Harry snatched it off, and smoothed down his floury apron. ‘All part of the… look,’ he muttered, his cheeks hot.

‘Diligent househusband?’ said Malfoy lightly.

‘Something wrong with that?’

‘Not at all.’

‘Glad we’re agreed. But you know that I do in fact work for a living. I think your family have seen me in a professional capacity.’

‘Well, my parents have, certainly, thank you for bringing that up,’ said Malfoy, the edge in his voice as sharp as Harry felt he probably deserved for the jibe. He could not bring himself to feign an apology, however, so simply let the silence continue for some time, looking down at the dark red wine in his glass. At last, Malfoy cleared his throat. ‘If… if you all still need to eat I can go - Scorpius and Al can floo back later, once you’re all done.’

Yep, Harry wanted to say. Good idea, you do that, bye.

‘Please don’t feel you need to do that,’ he said politely instead. ‘We agreed the boys would spend the morning and lunch here, and that they’d go to you for the evening and tomorrow, we’ve taken up too much of your time with your son as it is.’

Malfoy nodded, still clearly irritated.

‘And - once they’re back,’ said Harry reluctantly, ‘we can see if they’d prefer to eat with us or take some food back to yours. I expect you’ve already eaten.’

‘Of course,’ said Malfoy. ‘Is it,’ he checked his watch, ‘gone three now.’

Harry bit back a sarcastic retort by sipping from his wine, and falling back into thick silence. By the fire, the enchanted nutcracker soldier burst into a merry tune and began dancing enthusiastically, as it was charmed to do every few minutes. Both men ignored it.

‘Just so you know,’ said Malfoy eventually. ‘I wasn’t, er… skulking by the gate.’

‘Oh, no I’m sure you weren’t-’

‘Your son came out just as I arrived and I was checking my watch-’

‘Please ignore his comment, he just likes to wind people up-’

‘So I’ve heard.’

‘He’s not doing it to be mean,’ said Harry defensively.

‘I’m sure, not what I meant to imply,’ said Malfoy swiftly.

‘He just likes a laugh.’

‘Yes.’ Malfoy cleared his throat. ‘So does my son.’

‘He does, yes,’ agreed Harry. ‘Very confident, charming…’ Once again, thought Harry, he deserved another Order of Merlin for not adding ‘unlike you’. Malfoy simply nodded in response, and they both drank from their glasses far longer than necessary.

‘Wow, it’s so loud in here,’ said James, as he entered the room a painfully long ten minutes of silence later. For maximum effect, he leant back and grimaced as though he had walked into a heavy metal concert. ‘Don’t you two ever shut up?’

Both Harry and Malfoy stared at him. This did not seem to phase James at all; he called over his shoulder to the kitchen. ‘Hurry up, you two!’

Moments later, Al and Scorpius walked in, stopped dead at the sight of Harry and Malfoy, and burst into fits of laughter.

‘What are you doing here?’ Scorpius asked his father.

‘Are you both having a nice time?’ asked Al. ‘How long have you both been in here?’

‘All right…’ said Harry wearily. Scorpius was actually wiping at his eyes as he spluttered through his laughter.

‘James told us dinner was finally ready,’ Al said.

‘It’s not,’ said Malfoy flatly.

‘It nearly is,’ said Harry hurriedly.

‘Seven minutes!’ shouted Ginny from the kitchen.

‘You have a decision to make, boys,’ said Malfoy authoritatively. ‘Either you stay here for your Christmas dinner or you come home with me as was the prior agreement. Mr Potter has suggested that you take some food with you.’

‘How about you join us for Christmas dinner, Mr Malfoy?’ asked James innocently, causing Scorpius to let out a scream of laughter and Al to nearly bend double, his shoulders shaking.

‘I’ve already eaten,’ said Malfoy. ‘And I don’t wish to impose any further. I’m perfectly happy with whatever you choose, boys.’

They seemed to collect themselves, the laughter fading away in little bursts. ‘Are… Granny and Grandpa still there?’ asked Scorpius.

Malfoy hesitated, and to Harry’s astonishment, he glanced to him, the way one would seeking reassurance. ‘No,’ he said, with great gentleness. ‘No, they’ve gone home.’

Scorpius nodded slowly, and his usual easy, bright smile was now rather forced. ‘Sure. All right. Safe to come home then.’

‘Always safe,’ said Malfoy. Scorpius hummed, and then looked at Al, who looked back.

Harry, sensing that the conversation would be too awkward to have in front of parents, rose, seizing his glass. ‘Can I get you more, Malfoy, while the boys make their decision?’

‘Oh, no thank you,’ said Malfoy, missing Harry’s intention altogether. He tried to give him an exasperated look to hint further, but Malfoy’s eyes were fixed on his son.

Knowing a lost cause when he saw one, Harry left the room and went through to the kitchen to help Ginny with the last of the dinner, James following. Lily was there too, spooning brussel sprouts into a serving dish.

‘Well?’ Ginny asked.

‘They’re making their minds up,’ said Harry. ‘Want me to carve up?’

‘Please.’

‘Will you at least try my nut roast, Dad? You might prefer it-’

‘I try it every year, Lily, it’s very nice. Not as nice as turkey.’

‘More ethical-’

‘Lily, Dad’s a soft target and you’ve still not convinced him,’ said James. ‘Give up.’

‘Aunt Hermione says-’

‘You’ve not convinced her, either.’

Albus entered the room, looking rather sheepish. Harry knew what he was going to say before he said it.

‘Do you mind if Scorpius and I take a few bits and go? We won’t take a lot, Mr Malfoy says he has loads left over and cheese and stuff.’

It would be their first Christmas dinner without Albus. Without any of their children. The thought of it quietly devastated Harry. He wanted to scream and shout - could Malfoy not wait another bloody hour? Could they not stay just a little longer? The food was ready now.

‘It’s just…’ continued Albus meekly, ‘Mr Malfoy… if he goes home now without us he’ll be on his own, now his parents have gone home…’

‘Have they definitely gone?’ asked Harry abruptly. ‘Because that was - you know our condition, we’re not sending you to spend time with Death Eaters.’

‘They’re definitely gone,’ said Albus. ‘You know, after what happened last year on the cliffs… they’ve not exactly come to terms with the gay thing, let alone me being that gay thing, so to speak.’

Harry sighed, continuing to carve the turkey. He felt Ginny’s hand on his back, she had come to stand beside him.

‘Are you sure you couldn’t both eat with us, Al?’ Ginny asked pleadingly. ‘The plan was for you both to eat with us and then spend the evening-’

‘I know, but…’

Harry understood. ‘We weren’t on time,’ he muttered bitterly.

Al looked guilty, and Harry deeply appreciated it as he said, ‘it’s no one’s fault. None of us - not even Mr Malfoy - are annoyed or anything, it’s just… I don’t like the thought of him being on his own…’

Harry looked at Ginny. She gave a wry smile. ‘Why don’t we ask Mr Malfoy if he wants to stay for dinner? Wouldn’t be at all frosty or awkward.’

‘James already made that joke,’ he said warmly. He looked back at Al. ‘He’d be completely alone if he went back now?’

‘Yeah,’ said Al. ‘And I don’t get the impression he had a great Christmas dinner with his own parents.’

Harry nodded, sought one last look of reassurance from Ginny, and said, ‘OK. Can’t really argue with that, especially when we’ve been so late.’

Al beamed at him; they had come such a long way, the pair of them. Harry was quite sure that just a year or two previously this would have caused an argument of huge proportions.

‘Let’s carry all this through,’ said Ginny, ‘the pair of you make up your plates and then take them to go.’

They did so, Malfoy standing to one side and watching as they piled their plates high.

‘Take another Yorkshire, Scorpius, go on,’ said Ginny. ‘Al, I can’t remember, do you like braised cabbage?’

‘No - I’ll have some of those carrots though.’

‘This turkey’s still pink in the middle,’ said James, then snickered as Harry checked it with sheer panic.

‘That’s not funny - it’s fine.’

‘Scorpius, white or dark meat?’ Ginny asked. ‘James has bagsied a leg, but the other one’s still-’

‘Oh, no, I’ll have some of the breast meat, thanks-’

‘Thank you,’ said a quiet voice to Harry. He turned. Malfoy was beside him, still unable to look him in the face, but clearly reluctantly speaking to him. ‘I’m sorry to intrude on your family Christmas and pull Albus away.’

‘Not at all,’ said Harry.

‘It’s a hard time of the year,’ said Malfoy stiffly. ‘For some people,’ he added, rather forcefully. ‘I - my apologies if it’s made things difficult for you-’

‘No, it’s fine,’ said Harry swiftly. He had no desire for a heart to heart with Draco Malfoy of all people. ‘My apologies for being so late with the Christmas lunch.’

The boys’ plates were now so high that it felt ludicrous, and Ginny had to concede defeat on plying them with more food. She waved her wand so that tin foil covered the plates as the boys held them, and gave another jab of her wand up to the ceiling. Harry heard the suitcases clunk clumsily down the stairs and wait by the front door.

‘If you didn’t pack properly like I asked, that’s your problem,’ she said, as she gave Albus a tight, squeezing hug and a kiss on the cheek.

‘We did!’ Albus assured her.

‘Remember we’re at Nana and Grandad’s tomorrow, probably going to stay overnight.’

‘OK, send them my love.’

She embraced Scorpius next. ‘Did you remember your present from me and Harry?’

‘Oh, nearly forgot! Dad, hold this-’ Scorpius shoved the plate into his father’s hands, and raced from the room.

‘You got him a present?’ Malfoy asked, his pointed face slightly softened with surprise.

‘Of course,’ said Harry. ‘He’s very welcome.’

Scorpius returned with the selection of Weasley Wizard Wheezes products and chocolates Harry and Ginny had gifted him tucked under his arm, and took the plate back from his father. With a last few goodbyes, Harry watched them through the dining room window as they walked down his driveway, through the large wooden gate, and vanished on the deserted lane.

‘Come on, stop moping,’ said James. ‘Your food’s getting cold.’

Harry turned, and joined the rest of his family at the table, where they toasted, and then pulled their crackers. Harry donned his hat; a rather extravagant fascinator. Ginny passed him the gravy. ‘I wasn’t moping,’ Harry told James. ‘Just annoyed with myself for getting the timings wrong. Though I think if you lot had got out of bed and showered quicker that would have helped too.’

‘And if Al and Scorpius had come and helped with dinner prep instead of going for a walk,’ added Lily.

‘And if the planets had aligned and we’d won the Daily Prophet Grand Prize Draw and all that,’ said Ginny airily. ‘No point in fussing.’ She reached out and grasped Harry’s hand. ‘It was the right thing to do. He’s not had an easy time of it.’

‘Still think we should have made him stay,’ said James. ‘Love an awkward guest. Let’s invite Dawlish next year.’

‘Yes, you made that clear,’ said Harry.

‘It’s our turn to go to The Burrow next year, along with the Granger-Weasleys,’ said Ginny. ‘Anyway, what’s Christmas without an awkward guest or unwelcome relative? God, the Christmases we went through with Muriel… or that cousin on my Dad’s side who went a bit funny and ended up becoming an accountant, we had a horrible Christmas with him.’

‘What?’ asked Lily, bewildered.

‘Have I never told you? Oh, he was ridiculous, such an odd man - Dad always said it was a potion accident, but your Uncle George and Fred always said it was more like potion abuse-’

Harry’s mind had wandered. For some reason, perhaps it was the brandy Malfoy had been drinking, he was thinking once more of that Christmas where Aunt Marge had swirled the glass, smacking her lips. ‘There you go, my little nephy-poo,’ she’d squealed at Dudley, as she’d handed over his present. Harry had watched, eyes round with awe, as Dudley unwrapped a toy robot. The box said that it really moved, walked around the room, even responded to commands.

Then, to Harry’s astonishment, Marge thrusted a gift at him, too. He looked up at her in disbelief, but she was already turning back to Dudley, who was throwing a tantrum because Uncle Vernon could not find AAA batteries for the robot. With numb fingers, he very gently unwrapped the present.

WINALOT, the box said, right at the top. A happy looking bulldog seemed to smile on the front. KEEPS YOUR DOG FIT, NOT FAT.

In hindsight, Harry could generously suppose she had got him something but that she was the type of woman to also get her dogs Christmas presents, and take the time to wrap them. Perhaps it had been a mistake. No doubt he had not meant to receive something along the lines of a toy robot, but perhaps she had intended to give him at least something as a gesture. It did not matter. At that age, after his seven years of experience with the Dursleys, he had said thank you in a small voice, and taken the dog biscuits to his cupboard, where he stayed for as much of the rest of the day as he could.

For Harry knew full well what it was like to be an unwelcome guest, an awkward relative, an unwanted presence at Christmas. He had not wanted that for Scorpius, but nor had he wanted it for Malfoy either, as much as he detested him. He knew too, what it was like to feel lonely at Christmas, to feel grief more strongly at a time where forced cheer was in the air, to feel ostracised by those around him. Perhaps it had been the world’s most awkward drink, but it had felt important to offer it.

Suddenly, having his son miss the latter half of the day didn’t feel as devastating.

‘Dad,’ said Lily suddenly, breaking him out of his thoughts. ‘Dad, try some of my nut roast.’

‘All right,’ said Harry, as James groaned dramatically.

‘Lily! Give! Up!’

‘Never!’ she cried. ‘After Christmas, I’m going to campaign the house elves at school-’

‘I’m going to tell Aunt Hermione you’re giving them more work,’ said James quickly.

As they bickered, Ginny leant closer to Harry. ‘We’re lucky, aren’t we?’ she murmured. ‘That we have so many people we want at Christmas dinner with us.’

He smiled at her. ‘Certainly are.’

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Blue and Green

Douxie and Strickler have a chance meeting in 1800s London.

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If there’s one thing that Hisirdoux has learned over the centuries, it’s that when you’re a kid on the streets, it's best to not stay alone. There’s always someone bigger and meaner out there, who's more than willing to fight you for the last piece of bread or a roof to sleep under. But having someone to back you up makes you more of a threat, no matter how scrawny and scraggly you are. And as a kid, the best place to find that companion was in other street kids. 

Sure Hisirdoux doesn’t consider himself to be a kid anymore, but despite being over six hundred years old he still appears as if he’s a youth So as he walks the streets of whatever town or settlement he’s found himself in, he tends to keep an eye out for others like him. 

It was foolish of him to think he would be just fine going back to England without any sort of plan. Oh sure, Hisirdoux, it’s only been six hundred years, how much could it have changed? Well as he stands in the streets of 1800s London, with not a clue where to find employment or shelter, apparently it has changed a lot. Of course he was used to sleeping on the streets, but it was a shock nonetheless to find his home country so completely alien to him. 

But the only reason he happened to wander down various alleyways was because he had been so lost, so perhaps his stupidness was a blessing in disguise.

The sun had long since set, and the stars twinkled high above. Or at least, Hisirdoux assumed that the stars were in the sky. With all the smog it was almost impossible to see anything but the moon, and even that was blocked by a thick layer of smoke.

Fatigue pulls at his muscles as he searches for a place to rest. Though the longer he searches the more it appears as if nearly all sheltered areas are already taken, the local homeless already having claimed all the prize spots. But as he turns a corner, Hisirdoux sighs in relief as he blessedly finds an empty alleyway. Or a nearly empty alleyway, he corrects as he spots a small boy hidden in the shadows. 

Not wanting to startle the boy, Hisirdoux makes a point of making some noise as he walks closer. The boy looks up at him with startling green eyes, but says nothing of the elders presence. 

“May I join you?” Hisirdoux asks, gesturing to an empty space next to the boy. Only after receiving a nod in response does Hisidroux gingerly sit down, crossing his legs to make a space for Archie to lay down in his lap.

The brick wall he leans against is uncomfortable, and the stone pathway digs into his legs, but it’s better than standing, so Hisirdoux tries to make himself comfortable enough to doze off. He’s not sure how long he’s been asleep for when he wakes, feeling sudden movement next to him. He only just manages to stop himself from activating his rune bracer as he sees the boy staring up at him, eyes wide with his hand outstretched towards Archie. 

The boy retracts his hand as soon as Hisirdoux’s eyes open, his face flushing a bright red. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, and Hisirdoux feels his insides melt.

“It’s alright,” he reassures him. “You can pet him if you would like to, he’s quite friendly.”

The boy hesitates, eyes flicking between Archie and Hisirdoux, before he tentatively reaches out a hand and carefully places it on Archie’s back. As Archie relaxes into the touch, the boy seems to gain confidence, and begins petting him gently. 

“He’s soft,” the boy says with awe. “I’ve never met a cat before.”

Hisirdoux raises an eyebrow. “Never?”

The boy shrugs. “Never met a nice cat.”

“Well now you have,” Hisirdoux laughs. “Archie is the nicest cat I’ve ever met.”

The boy looks at Archie very seriously, and extends his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Archie, my name is Walter.”

Archie cocks his head, shooting Hisirdoux an amused look, before turning back to the boy- Walter, he corrects, and gently places his paw in the outstretched hand. 

Walter frowns curiously as he feels Archie’s paw. “Why are his hands so rough on the bottom?”

“To protect him when walking on the ground,” Hisirdoux explains. He places his hand on the ground and presses down, feeling bits of stone and debris press into the flesh of his palm. “See,” he says, lifting his hand to show Walter. “If the bottom was soft like our hands then it would hurt him to walk”

“Oh they’re like our shoes,” Walter says. 

“Exactly,” Hisirdoux smiles. “You’re quite smart, aren’t you?”

Walter shrugs. “I suppose so. My dad,” he wrinkles his nose in distaste, “is a cobbler. So I know shoes.”

“That’s pretty useful.”

“Only when I have the right tools. Can’t even fix this little hole on my own,” Walter lifts his foot up and picks at a tiny hole in the bottom of the shoe. 

“You could always ask to borrow some tools, or steal them if push comes to shove.”

“I tried stealing,” Walter frowns. “I’m none too good at it like this though,” he picks at his ratty clothes.

“Well, have you tried asking?”

Walter looks at him like he’s stupid, making Hisirdoux laugh. “Don’t knock it till you try it. People will oftentimes be more willing to lend you a helping hand if you look small and vulnerable.”

“Maybe so, but it’s…demeaning,” Walter spits out.

Hisirdoux shrugs. “Perhaps, but it’s worth having food, shelter, and other necessities isn’t it?”

“...I suppose.”

“But if that’s not your style, well sticky fingers and all that,” he says while wiggling his fingers.

Walter rolls his eyes. “I already told you, I tried stealing and it didn’t work. I keep getting caught.”

“Ah but now you have someone to watch your back,” Hisirdoux says as he places a hand on Walter’s shoulder. 

Walter’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “You’d help me steal the tools?”

Hisirdoux nods. “Might as well, haven’t got anything better to do at the moment.”

“And what would you want in return?” Walter asks, distrust clearly written on his face.

“Well if you could repair my own shoes then we’ll call it even,” Hisirdoux says as he sticks his hand out towards Walter.

For a moment Hisirdoux expects Walter to reject his proposition. But then a small hand with a surprisingly strong grip shakes his hand. “Alright, deal.” 

#my writing #tales of arcadia #trollhunters #toa wizards #hisirdoux #walter strickler #realized i never posted this to tumblr #go check out my writing! #its good i think! #and even if its not good you should still reblog it because it would make me happy #also im working on a pt 2 to this hehe

[writer-dummy]

MIRACULOUS FANFIC!!!!!!! ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Miraculously Complicated

How did it get like this? Why did my life become this way? It used to be so good. Mom… I miss you. Why can’t you come back? 

Frustrated tears gather in my eyes but I won’t let them fall. My pole extends and I push off of one roof to the next. Everything is a blur around me as I escape into the night. My thoughts race and I force myself to stop. My heart is pounding and I try to slow my breathing. After a few moments I look around as I prepare to keep going, but a view stops me. Such a simple sight yet, so comforting and inviting. Without even thinking about it, I extend my pole and approach her. 

“Marinette.” I whisper. She startles slightly and turns around. Her eyes meet mine and she smiles softly. I feel my body relax slightly, she always makes me feel welcomed and comfortable.

“Cat Noir, hello.” She tilts her head, a subtle look of concern on her face, “Is everything okay? What are you doing here?” I feel my body tense again, slightly embarrassed by my sudden decision.

“Well… You see, I’ve had a bit of a rough night and so I decided to leave my house for a bit and get some fresh air. While I was out and about I saw you here and thought that maybe we could talk for a bit or not talk?” I look into her eyes and see a slight look of curiosity on her face. I break eye contact and continue to practically word vomit. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to of course. I just saw you here and thought that maybe you could use some company and… Well I could too if I’m being honest.” My eyes find her’s once again and my body relaxes as a soft smile comes to her face. She nods softly and turns around to face the guard rail of her balcony and rests her arms on it. Slowly I walk over next to her and do the same thing. We just sit there for a moment in silence, looking out over Paris. There are no stars in the sky but the lights of the city are beautiful enough to keep you staring at them for hours. 

“You go to Françoise Dupont High School right?” I ask, an attempt to break the ice. She nods. Crap. What now? I asked if we could talk but I don’t even know what to talk about. Especially not anything that will give away my true identity.

“Do you ever get scared? When fighting akumas I mean.” She turns to face me, still leaning one arm on the railing. Her eyes bore deep into mine and I find that looking into them gives me a warm feeling, it’s calming and comfortable. I don’t want to look away, so I don’t. 

“Yes. Some of the akumatized villains are really dangerous and I worry that something bad could happen. They’re just fleeting thoughts mostly though. I trust Ladybug and I know that as long as we’re a team we can get through anything.” I find myself smiling slightly.

“You really love her, huh?” She says, looking into my eyes. I nod and blush slightly, I’m very open about my feelings for M’lady but when asked about it in the dead of night and so directly, it’s kind of awkward. “How are you so open about your feelings? Like you barely even know anything about her. How do you tell her?” She turns back to look out over the city.

“It’s easy to be honest behind a mask.” I answer truthfully. I turn as well and look at the few people walking around so late. 

“I wish I could wear a mask.” I glance at her.

“You have somebody you like?” This is a slight surprise to me. Everyone in our class seems to have their person. Unless it’s Luka? But they ended a while ago. Maybe she has lasting feelings for him.

“Yeah, and I act like a total loser everytime I’m around him. I can barely get a single coherent sentence out whenever I’m talking to him. It’s completely embarrassing but I can’t help it. When I think about him or see him my heart feels so warm and my stomach flutters. We don’t talk much but whenever we do, I feel so happy. I’ve tried to stop my feelings before, they cloud my judgment, but I can’t help it. I’m just stuck with these feelings that I can’t get rid of but can’t do anything about them either. But I don’t even know how he feels about me. Does he love me back? Could he? Does he even see me as a girl or just a friend?” I look at her and see a small tear gather in her eye. What kind of guy could bring such strong emotions to this girl? Could make this girl cry without doing anything at all. I sit there a moment and just look at her. The moonlight on her pale skin, the slight pout on her lips, the tear in her eye at risk of spilling over. Beautiful. My hand twitches slightly and I grab the railing. “Why is it all so complicated?” The tear spills over now, and without thinking I reach up and wipe it away from her face. She looks up at me and smiles, sadly this time though. My body turns in her direction slightly as I keep eye contact with her. She doesn’t deserve to feel this way. She looks at me with a confused expression, and that’s when I realize how close I am to her. I blink and subtly shake my head as I back up.

“Love is complicated. But Marinette, how could he not see you? You’re beautiful, funny, and considerate. You’re an amazing person. If he doesn’t notice you, then he’s an idiot.” She smiles softly at this and my heart warms at the thought that I could help her. This girl that has helped so many people.

“Thank you Cat Noir.” She smiles and we continue on with conversation after conversation. I’m half awake by the time I get home, Marinette had fallen asleep not long after it turned to midnight. I had tried my best to not wake her as I helped her into her room. Once I swing through the window of my bedroom, I detransform and crash onto my bed. I sigh softly as I think about the night.

~let me know if you want more!! I also have the full story up on my wattpad and am working on getting it on ao3! it's not completed yet but as of 7/14/2022 i have 3 chapters and another one on the way!!~

wattpad: @writer_dummy

#mlb #miraculous lb #adrienette #marichat #adrien x marinette #marinette x chat noir #love square #fanfic #wattpad #miraculous fanfic

[islucyferal]

My sisters insist that I am not feral. That I was always domesticated, if not always trained.

“You were a demon child, but that’s just how kids are sometimes.” They roll their eyes and move on from the topic, but I cannot shake the feeling.

I watch videos, of people feeding strays. Dogs, and their trust in gentle people who swath them in blankets and take them to the vet. The shaken, confused look on the face of domesticated snakes and rabbits whose owners had overestimated the work and underestimated the effect of “releasing them back to their natural habitat”. It’s the cats that I am drawn to.

Cats are independent creatures, I think that’s why people assume they’ll be alright on their own. And sometimes they are, there’s a part of cats that never forget the hunt. That adapt too easily to being feral. That’s why you have to find kittens when they’re young, so it doesn’t stick and they can be accustomed to humans.

I see a lot of videos of flea baths in bathroom sinks, the kitten is pretty much dunked in water up to their head and they’re almost never happy about it. I think of the years, yes years, and dozens of methods it took to get rid of lice on a squirming child’s head and run my fingers along my scalp out of habit. I remember waking up once to my grandmother cutting my hair on the porch and bolting to the other end of the lawn as I watch someone snip a particularly bad mat out of fur.

Someone points out the nooks and crannies, odds and ends that their feral colony likes to sleep in. A mother hiding her kittens below a deck, a pair that shelter in an old shed, the tom that’s taken over an old lawn chair. I’m reminded of my family’s reprimands and frantic cries after once again sleeping somewhere I shouldn’t- a boat, a cupboard, just underneath a pillow when I was particularly small.

My hissing and growling was met with weird looks rather than the patience of the “owners” of colonies. My silent footsteps and staring eyes were much less endearing than a feline’s. My scratching and biting was (rightly, admittedly) met with anger instead of a “We’ll try again later”.

I think of nights spent wide awake, waiting for the first rays of dawn so I can sneak outside again and sit in the trees. Of afternoons spent hiding in a cluttered room with a blanket blocking any sun from peeking through the window. Of days playing pretend, alone in a yard full of scraps, wondering when I’d have one of those friendships you see on TV where the kids hang out after school and don’t dig in the mud while they chew holes in their shirts.

I believe that I am simply feral, because that is all that makes sense. Feral like the strays that aren’t used to companionship, who observe these aliens from a distance and wonder how they make domestication look easy. What secret they know that helps them hide their fangs and claws. I must believe I am feral, because if my sisters are right and that’s just how kids are sometimes, then I don’t know what else I am.

A feral cat can warm up to humans sometimes. They’ll get used to a routine, they’ll come inside, they’ll seek affection. Just as part of them remembers the hunt, another part remembers the hearth. They’ll never be fully domestic again, though. They simply didn’t get the chance to be, they didn’t have the time to be properly socialized and learn the ins and outs of domesticity.

There’s part of me that wonders if I could be considered feral as a child. There’s part of me that wonders, as I crawl on the roof of the garage to watch the stars, if I can be considered domesticated.

#poetry #writing #vent #kinda #feral #adhd #neurodivergent

[bloodiedthorns0102]

is this cheesy?

maybe, i cant really say a lot of my writings ever been good in all fairness- i was always taught to only write in ways that appealed to people who lived through a past thats no longer present for me to live in. Write it this way and that- use these words and not those-

arent i just human though?

i guess writing this in a more human or casual way makes it less terrifying- its kinda just a stream of thoughts that's been rushing through my head. and sure my heads wild to listen to already as is- but the more i see things as so tragic nowadays and my views been pushed down to such a negative chapter of this play-

i cant really say its easy being trapped with myself

nowadays we see these changes all over the world but it's blurred and smudged over into a mucky grey

and isn't that annoying too? im an artist- so smudging something that's supposed to be more vibrant into something terrible to look at is just disheartening and disappointing. me myself I've had a lot of emotional shifts as of lately too- been feeling like a rubix cube being knocked around after years of no use.

im getting off track though- even if you didn't know it- man many of these writings are like "life changing" to some people but really it just sounds like im talking to the stars again whether that's on my new roof, on my old balconies at the apartments i used to live in, or the old porch my grandpa built with my mother when i was a child at my childhood home. to me speaking to the stars is just a reflection of myself im speaking to without the harshness of such a pale exhausted face staring back at me.

i mean light years away someone is maybe seeing me through a telescope like we are the beginning of our universe right now and im happy. im happy and not truly aware of the pain and sadness i was feeling yet and i had my brother and a somewhat normal life.

ive always lived so lonely though no matter the amount of cats or animals ive had.

even looking at the stars makes me feel smaller even if it can be so motivating seeing such a big picture thats so close to reach yet so far away. i cant help but be nihilistic and critical can i? dear lord and here i was reading about two vampires loving each other so dearly earlier.

back to the star thing though- i cant help but feel crushed looking at the fading remains of stars we call beautiful cause really all we are are looking at the past when we look up at them. the light hasnt hit our eyes yet in time to be present for them.

and thats really how i feel nowadays- a star in its death that no one can see because the light of the present hasnt truly hit them yet because they are so far from me to even touch. like really it takes 8 seconds for us to see the suns light- but imagine being so far people only see you at the age of 1,000 out of maybe millions of years you have been alive.

and i guess thats why i make myself feel so much hurt and sorrow- to convince myself im truly living and present within my own life and others- to feel like i made SOME impact- anything something nothing everything. i just, cant fathom im here for it all to amount to anything

but really can anyone? then again thats the question we all ask and we always say the same thing to each other

"yes you can!! you already are now!!"

if i have why cant i feel it paving a path within my own stone filled garden??? why cant my roses flutter to life again slowly??

and we all know it takes time but is that time or light ever gonna be able to hit the eyes of others fast enough?

will my death be so near to me or has already happened but no one has seen it yet?

why am i so far away- or are the people i love the ones that are far? why does their light shine so bright just for me to dread knowing its going to dim out at any point without me being able to predict it.

and ya know theres only so many tiktoks you can see on that damn for you page of people just living and sit in your room wondering if youre ever gonna live as much as them.

but are they also living?? i guess my therapist has shown me how to live more then say even a trip outside ever could in just almost 2 years. though living is always a choice for the person within it. i guess it makes the dilemma of people seeing my life much slower then how my death began better right? they see how i chose to live and fulfill myself rather then begin to give up cause i felt my core exploding from immense amount of energy and collisions.

and sure thats sweet to hear but- when is everyone gonna try and live within the present alongside me and how much more do i have to plead and beg and scream and whimper in pain for someone to realize its actually happening??????

ok maybe that got a little dark

but idk- questioning it all might be futile but questioning it can bring awareness so why not ya know?? may as well not be blind even towards myself even if this all feels VERY dramatic and ill probably cringe over it hours later.

imagine lmao

[gorbo-longstocking]

Hey, I really love your stuff and I thought I'd put in a request :D ! How would the skeletons react if the reader kind of just fell asleep on them? Like they were just watching tv on the couch or sm. With Ut and Uf bros and I'd appreciate if you did G too! (I'm kinda new at asking so sorry if it's so long or sm)

aaa thank you! omg dont worry this wasn’t too much at all!! i’ll happily add g, i need an excuse to ponder my orb on him more heheheh. i think i may have went a bit crazy with this one, i hope you enjoy >:3

sans

- kind of a sans cliché, but you’d fall asleep on him while stargazing. it’s the middle of the night and you heard rustling on the roof. when you investigate, you find him laying on his back, quietly staring up at the night sky. as soon as he notices you, he invites you to join him.

- he starts talking to you about the constellations he can see. you never expected to get an astronomy lesson in the middle of the night but you’re not complaining. the breeze is a bit chilly, so you scoot a bit closer to him and he chuckles a little. he’s got a deep voice, low and quiet, barely coming out as more than a rumble. it’s late and he doesn’t want to wake anybody else up.

- all of these factors lead to you absolutely passing out within thirty minutes. he notices the second your head falls against him and laughs a bit. if you don’t wake up after he pokes your cheek. he’s fine with this. he’ll just go to sleep too. you’re warm and he won’t give up an excuse to sleep under the stars (or with you)

- when the two of you wake up, he’s generally unbothered. he fell asleep too, you’re not the sole perpetrator of the impromptu cuddle session. no need to get flustered, come on, he’s paying for breakfast.

papyrus

- you’d fall asleep on papyrus during a mettaton movie marathon. it’s well into the night, and despite his enthusiasm and commentary, it’s getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open. papyrus is so warm and its so late, maybe resting your eyes for a second isn’t such a bad idea.

- it takes a second for him to realize you fell asleep. even when your head bumped against his side he didn’t notice, still chattering about the deep behind the scenes lore of the scene playing in front of you. finally, he looks down and sees you curled up against his side, sleeping away. he flushes bright orange.

- you know when your cat falls asleep on you and you’re like, “i can never move again.” that’s what’s going through papyrus’ head. you look so peaceful (and cute), he can’t bring himself to wake you up or risk moving. he stays like that, watching the rest of the movies with a gentle smile on his face until you wake up.

- he’s not embarrassed and you shouldn’t be either! sleep is good for you. don’t bring up the fact he didn’t sleep, that’s not the topic right now. he’ll dodge until the cows come home.

red

- despite how much the evidence insists otherwise, red doesn’t sleep all too much. even on the surface, out of the underground, he still can’t relax enough to sleep more than a few hours. the slightest noise wakes him up, he’s got nightmares out the wazoo, it just sucks. more often than not, you’ll catch him watching late night television. he won’t say it explicitly, but please come join him. it’s not so bad when he’s not alone.

- the tvs droning on in the background and hes talking, almost rambling, trying to get a laugh out of you. he looks about as tired as you feel, rubbing at his sockets every so often with the heel of his hand and his arm slung lazily over the back of the couch. there’s no use asking, he won’t tell you what’s up, but it’s not hard to infer.

- you scooch close to him and lay your head on his shoulder. a silent, unspoken sentence that you’re here with him and hes okay. he instantly goes quiet and you can feel the tension drop out of his body with a heavy sigh. the two of you sit like that for quite sometime until, inevitably, you both fall asleep.

- red is flustered when he wakes up, although its hard to tell save for the flush across his cheekbones. he deflects with a few flirty remarks, saying if you wanted to sleep with him so bad you shoulda just asked. red’ll never say it, but that was the best sleep he’s had in a long time.

edge

- falling asleep on edge is hard to do, very hard to do. he doesn’t sit still long enough for you to manage, and if you do nod off, not only is he loud enough to jostle you, if he was in the middle of showing you something, he isn’t above waking you up. falling asleep on him takes some very specific criteria. likely, what would happen, is he’d find you asleep somewhere that isn’t your bed.

- he’d let out a heavy sigh and dramatically roll his eyes, even though there’s no one around to see his theatrics, and pick you up to carry you to bed. when you snuggle closer into him, he’d flush bright red, like shoulders to the top of his head kind of blush. he’s got a reputation to uphold! no one needs to see him so weak in the knees for a human.

- when he finally gets you to your room, you’ve got a death grip on him and he can’t pry you off. after a few seconds, edge resigns himself to his fate (not as hesitantly as he likes to believe) and lays down with you, eventually falling asleep himself. he curls around you like you’re one of his stuffed animals, which he doesn’t actually have just so you know, holding you tightly against him. fun fact! he’s a sleepy cuddler.

- when he wakes up, he is incredibly flustered. this is your fault, you were just too cute to wake up and you latched onto him. you hypnotized him or something and he swears you to secrecy. he’s a little awkward around you for a couple of days, his entire skull going bright red when he sees you. he’d appreciate if you didn’t bring it up.

g

- he travels a lot and you’re his traveling buddy. while he doesn’t mind being alone, and to be honest used to prefer it save for his brother, he likes having you around. you offer a new perspective he previously didn’t see. g isn’t fond of idiots and he’s got a bit of an ego, he’s steadfast in his morals, and generally doesn’t like when people contradict him. except you. he says he needs a breath of reality, but maybe he’s got a soft spot for you.

- being on the road means sharing close quarters and cheap motels, falling asleep on him is an inevitability, one he thought he prepared himself for. the two of you ended up in the last room available with only one bed, a stupid cliché his brother is fond of that he used to think was stupid, but now he can’t help a thrill of excitement, one he shoves into a box and compartmentalizes. you are friends. that’s all.

- he covers his nerves with a few jokes and a movie selection, its some action flick from the 80s. he’s got a soft spot for them. its cheesy and you’re both cracking jokes and eating popcorn. you quickly learn he can catch the kernels in his mouth no matter how you throw them and will vehemently deny all your claims that he’s cheating with a smirk. eventually, you tire yourself out and your head thumps against his side.

- g has always known that humans are fragile. while their souls are sturdy, their bodies aren’t. the smallest fault in your system could kill you in a second. lose too much blood, air bubble in your veins, hit too hard on the head, any of it, and you’re gone forever. with you curled up by his side, guard completely down, he’s struck with how much he would really truly miss you if anything happened to you. when you wake up, he’s coming back into the room with breakfast and coffee. g never mentions that you fell asleep on him, but you notice that he’s gotten much more protective of you than he was before.

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #papyrus x reader #sans x reader #undertale x reader #sans hcs #papyrus hcs #red hcs #edge hcs #g hcs #writing; headcanons

[of-stars-and-moon]

Isn't it beautiful being in love with small things

Novelty: a word I didn't know the meaning of until a conversation with a friend. She lived near the ocean and I said, "You are very lucky to get to see that every day." And she said, "The novelty wears off though." I remember I had to google the word. I had thought of the river near our house that we had started to go along walks to. I had thought, "I don't want the novelty to wear off." So we went on walks and every day there would be something beautiful. The wind would be pleasant. The sunset would be especially crimson. We would see a pretty bird. Days turned to weeks turned to months turned to years, the excitement of seeing the water for the first time wore off, no question, but the happiness stayed and I thought, "Isn't it beautiful being in love with small things."

It's the same with everything. As kids we'd stare at clouds endlessly trying to make shapes and trying harder to make others see them, and still sometimes when I see a particular shape I get excited. Sometimes the clouds would be bright and fluffy so I stare at them. Sometimes they would be shades of red like fire so I stare at them. Sometimes they would just be normal like every other day but there's beauty in everyday things too. I remember standing in our garden looking up at them once and my grandma said, "You look crazy like that." I thought, "I am. I'm crazy about the sky."

Me and my brother would sit on the roof of the car for over an hour at night gazing at the stars. I remember my uncles scolding us and saying, "What'll people think seeing you like that?" I thought, "I don't wanna waste this moment wondering that."

I remember when I felt our cat's kittens in her belly for the first time. I was stunned, both at the experience and the fact that she let me do that. I thought, "Isn't it wonderful to be trusted by her?" Slowly it became a routine to pet her belly and feel them. Everytime I would still think, "Isn't it wonderful to be trusted by her?"

I remember the first time I saw the kittens. I was an incoherent rambling mess. I couldn't believe it. I thought, "This feels like a dream." Now they are three months old, they are a part of my life and routine. I still look at them and think, "This feels like a dream."

I remember the first time they slept on my lap, I was frozen and took a hundred pics. It was a milestone I wanted to mark. I screamed to my friends about it. Now Luna's favorite spot has become snuggled against my cheek. I still freeze, I still take a hundred pics. I still tell my friends about it. Some say, "You're obsessed with them." I think, "I am. I'm in love with them."

I remember the first time I wrote a story. I remember the satisfaction of finishing those mere three pages. I remember the joy at someone saying it was good. I thought, "I wish I could do this forever." I still feel that satisfaction every time I finish writing something. I still feel that pure joy when someone likes it. I think, "I want to do this forever."

I remember eagerly waiting for my English book in middle school and opening it to read all the stories. I remember that excitement of finding a different world in those pages. Some said, "You're a bookworm." I thought, "Yes. If I could live in them, I would."

Now I eagerly wait for new books to be released or stories to be updated by my friends. Now I have worlds upon worlds in my head. Now I have people who share that world with me. Now I have people who explore those worlds with me. Now I have people who gush over those worlds and the characters in it with me. Some people say, "How can you be so engrossed with something that isn’t even real?" I think, "It doesn’t need to be real for me to love it."

Now I have people like me. People who get excited about the little things, people who find happiness in those little things, people who cherish those little things and make them and the world even better.

The novelty wears off; an inevitable truth. The novelty of everything does wear off. You won't ever look at something the way you did the first time. But the happiness and excitement it gives us doesn't need to, not if we'll still find it every day.

I still run after butterflies to get just a glimpse of them, I still stop in the middle of a path to admire a beautiful flower, I still try to pet sheep when I see them during our walks. Some say, "It's childish." I think, "I don't ever want to lose this childlike wonder."

#i wrote this at 2 am yesterday night #after my friend sent me a birthday message and said in it that she doesnt like that i get obsessed over things like kittens and books #and it hurt like a bitch #but it was also confusing #because i cant imagine not loving things with my whole heart #so this is for everyone of you who gets way too happy and excited about small things #you make the world a better place #and i love you <3 #my writing #writing #idk what to tag #original writing #? #positivity #my thoughts #this is sorta personal? #personal #(gonna pin this as a reminder to myself ^^)

[fangirl-creates]

The Most Unlikely Thing

A Stolitz Wedding One-Shot

Inspired by this lovely art by @sator-the-wanderer on Instagram (Link at the end)

(Note: This is my first time writing with Helluva Boss Characters—I was worried they wouldn’t be in character, but I hope you enjoy!!)

Most would say a night like this would never happen. That it was one of the many outlandish and downright ridiculous thoughts that appeared within the mind of anyone who knew them. If you said it outloud, you’d get a quick laugh out of the person you told, then the subject would be changed in an instant-as if it was never said at all.

Moxxie had that thought once. Right around 2AM he woke up from an uneventful dreamscape, and processed the thought with every ounce of his intellect. Even after that, it still made no sense. He turned to Millie’s side, taking a deep breath before he spoke.

“Millie? Are you awake?”

His wife stirred for a moment, a small yawn before she responded. “Yeah, Moxx?” She mumbled.

“I...had a weird thought..” He sat up, running his hand through his snow-white hair, soon scratching the top of his head.

“What was it?” She sat up a little, both curious and worried about what he might be thinking.

“Well-” He paused for a moment, giving the room a good look around before he continued. If a certain someone was here, listening, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. “It’s about Blitz and uh...Prince Stolas.”

Millie’s golden eyes widened as her tail started swishing like a curious cat. Any worry she had was gone, now she wanted to know all the details surrounding this. “Well?? Don’t keep me in suspense!” She smiled eagerly, shaking him by the arm a little.

“So like...and this is just a hypothetical..” He chuckled, smiling nervously for a quick second. “I just wondered for a second...well..” At this moment their eyes were locked, Moxxie’s face now torn between smiling or frowning. He had no idea what to feel. “Do you think they could ever...end up like us?”

Millie tilted her head, raising a brow. “Ya mean like...married ‘n stuff?”

Moxxie nodded a few times. “Yeah, Yeah! Do you...do you think-?”

She put a hand on her chin. “Well...I don’t think it isn’t possible. I mean...I’m pretty sure...excluding their little agreement...maybe they do like each other..”

“Do they though?” He started to lay down again, now staring at the ceiling. “I mean clearly Stolas likes him to the point where he won’t stop gushing over him. But...Blitz?”

“Who knows, hon. Blitz hardly talks about how he really feels. Maybe he does. And maybe one day they will…” The last thing didn’t sound so sure.

Moxxie turned his head. “But?”

“All relationships are complex, Moxx. And those two? Hell, it could take them years before they even think about something like that. But then again…”

“What?”

“Sometimes the thing you least expect might happen sooner than you think.”

Moxxie blinked a couple times, squinting a bit. “Sooo...you do or you don’t think they could-” He was interrupted by Millie giving him a kiss on the lips. She turned the light off next, shifting back into her sleeping position.

“Goodnight, Moxxie.”

Moxxie sighed, slowly closing his eyes as sleep began to cloud his mind again.

He still couldn’t believe he actually thought that. Although it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it still surprised him no less. But despite how much he just wanted to forget it, it made him think about what Millie said.

It was true Blitz was starting to show a small glimmer of affection towards the Goetian Prince, especially since the rescue from a few nights ago. The concern and sudden display of power through a demonic transformation was enough to make Blitz gawk at the sight of it. And the way Stolas gently cupped his face asking if he was alright afterwards made everyone else in the room stare, Blitz feeling slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.

Yet it still made him think that maybe...just maybe something like that could happen. But that wasn’t up to him. Whatever they decided would leave this idea, this thought, completely within the hands of faith itself.

And with that, Moxxie fell asleep.

———————

Three years ago, it was never spoken of outside of that one night. And neither of the two had ever acted upon such a decision until much much time had passed. But now the stars were in their favor.

The sky was a dark, beautiful crimson that had mixed with a captivating wine purple. The stars were scattered, dusting the sky and turning it into a dazzling display of twilight.

They had kept it small, the only ones being present were close friends and family—which was basically four people. But it didn’t matter how many people were there, or where they did it. All that mattered was that it happened—which had ended up on the roof of I.M.P’s office building.

The vows had been short, with a few important bits here and there; Moxxie having to be both the one to wed them and the best man to the boss himself. He wasn’t sure he had the exact authority to do so, but both explained it was better than having someone else they didn’t know. Because once this got out, they’d have a whole other thing to deal with. But that was a future problem they would solve when it became relevant to them.

Blitz was given a stepstool so he could reach Stolas without having to stand on the tips of his toes. He didn’t want the stepstool, saying that he’d look like a complete joke. But if Stolas had to lift him up for this part, he would be unable to think clearly from the embarrassment.

Stolas didn’t seem to care how many people were present, or where they decided to host the reception. There was only one thing that mattered in this moment, and the smile of genuine compassion refused to leave his face the entire night. Blitz looking up with him while trying to contain himself only seemed to make him smile more. He was adorable.

Both eagerly waited for Moxxie to finish up, Blitz trying to keep himself from falling off the stool by how much he was moving. Of course he stood perfectly still once he heard the last few words out of Moxxie’s mouth.

“You may now kiss—”

Blitz practically jumped into Stolas’ embrace, quickly locking lips with him as the two slowly started to get lost in intimacy.

The four clapped while giving the newly weds smiles of congratulations. But those quickly faded away when they noticed the two weren’t paying attention anymore. The passionate kissing lasted for almost two minutes before Loona had to break them away from each other.

“Hey, lovebirds. Maybe wait till none of us can see you.” She rolled her eyes, putting Blitz down after basically pulling him off of Stolas.

Blitz put a hand on his head, taking a look around. “Oh shit, I forgot we were doing this.”

Stolas bent over with a light chuckle, booping Blitz’s nose. “-and aren’t you so glad we did, Blitzy~?”

The Imp pushed his face away as he blushed a bit more. “Yeah yeah just…don’t make it a bigger deal than it already is..”

“Looks like someone’s trying to pretend he can’t be romantic for once.” Moxxie smirked, making Blitz turn around in retaliation. His face was now a different form of red.

“Well you know what, Moxxie?! You—!” Then he stopped, biting his lip as he put his accusing finger away. “You…did..a good job…tonight..” He mumbled under his breath.

Moxxie kept smirking, raising a hand to where his ear would be. “Oh, what was that? Could you repeat what you said a little louder?”

Blitz shifted uncomfortably, hoping this was the last time. None of this was like him. And in front of his entire friend circle too!

“You…didagoodjobtonight..” He said it louder as per Moxxie’s request, just a bit faster than normal. Now everyone heard him…however-

“Maybe a little louder…and slower?” He leaned in closer.

“Goddammit, Moxxie! I already held back insulting you just let me have this!” He snapped a little, making everyone else just laugh in response. Moxxie put a hand on his shoulder, his smile genuine.

“Thanks, Blitz.”

———————

The rest of the wedding had lasted a couple hours. Since the group was so small, dancing and talking underneath Hell’s strangely unnatural starlight felt more meaningful.

Eventually, M&M had to leave. But they wished the two best of luck, the wedding present they got the only thing left of them from tonight. Octavia and Loona decided to head inside the office to give their dads space. Now that they were legally sisters, hanging out would feel more genuine. Like you had someone else there looking out for you. Loona now was able to shout anything about being her big sister to anyone who tried to mess with them.

Up on the roof, Blitz and Stolas were laying down on what used to be the tablecloth to the buffet, staring at the stars. Blitz had taken advantage of using Stolas’ chest as a fluffy pillow. It was so comforting, like he could just lay there forever and never get up. But then…something did make him get up. He sat and hugged his knees close, his expression somewhat distraught. His eyes turned briefly to the owl demon, feeling strange.

“Stolas?” He finally broke the silence.

Stolas had already taken note of Blitz sitting up. But he quickly sat up when next he saw his partner’s face.

“What’s the matter, Blitzy? Are you feeling alright?” His questions were genuine, making Blitz feel worse.

“Is this…is this what you want? Do you really want…me?” Something in his voice cracked and that made Stolas’ heart feel a strike of pain.

“Of course I do! Tell me, what brought this on?” He held Blitz’s chin in his hand gently so their eyes met once more.

“It’s…It’s just how we started out. And everything after that…I don’t know why it took me so fucking long to actually admit that I…” He paused. “…felt this way.”

“And?”

“And…I didn’t think that you would actually..! You…You said yes.” His eyes started to water. “Why the hell did you say yes?!”

Stolas pulled him in close, caressing his back. “Because I love you, Blitzy…And you being there all those times, even when I didn’t truly feel this way—it still meant something to me. And I know it meant something to you.”

Blitz let out a crying sound, something he would never do. At least, not in public. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he just felt so vulnerable now…and he hated it. Stolas quickly responded to this by cupping his face and lifting it up so they were at eye level again.

The Imp’s lip was quivering and his eyes were bloodshot enough to almost blend in with his eye color. The tears were staining his cheeks, big droopy ones making him look like an absolute wreck. He looked even more embarrassed now than he did before.

Stolas wiped some of the tears away with one of his hands, a comforting smile. “Oh, Blitzy…do you think we’d really be here if I didn’t feel this way?”

He sniffed, trying to contain himself before he responded. “No..None of this would be…” He took a deep breath. “I guess I’m so used to pushing people away I never thought you’d actually stick around.”

Stolas gave him another kiss, shorter than before, but something about this one felt even more emotional than the last. Something about this one made Blitz want nothing more than to be with him. No matter what his fears were telling him.

“I love you, Blitzy…” It was the third or fourth time he had said it tonight, but this time it felt deeper.

“I love you too, Stolas…” He returned the kiss, both landing back down on the floor.

It was at that moment they refused to let this feeling leave them. For even though the memory of this magical night would fly by, they would never ever forget it.

End.

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[ahtsumu]

the mystery of love ; kuroo tetsurou

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

synopsis: kuroo tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. he believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. but that doesn’t mean he can’t believe in love.

tag(s): sweet summer lovin’, friends to lovers, inspired by call my by your name, university student!kuroo tetsurou, lab intern!kuroo tetsurou, so much pining lol, fluff, angst, slow burn ; warning(s): profanity, mentions of alcohol ingestion (it’s legal bc they’re in italy!), suggestive themes ; wc: 4.8k

a/n: happy birthday tetsu!! i hope you guys like this. i really enjoyed writing it ♡

Kuroo Tetsurou does not believe in soulmates. He believes in science, himself, and sometimes other people. At least, that’s what he tells you. Sometimes you treat this information as a source of hope; other times, you’re not sure what to make of it.

This, you realise with his shoulder pressed against yours and both your bodies sprawled across his wrinkled bed sheets, is one of those other times. You turn your face to look at his.

“What?” he asks, one side of his mouth curling up in a smile.

For a moment, you wonder what would happen if you just said it. You could blame the alcohol. Get away with it scot-free. While you mull the option over in the dead silence of his room, your brain suddenly registers the music still playing from the living room. The low bass reverberating through the walls. How close your lips are. The sound of his breaths.

“Earth to Y/N?”

And like that, the little what-if that rose in your mind falls back with its tail between its legs. You bite your lip, look around his room like the walls have a script printed on them. Unfortunately, they do not.

“I was just thinking about my shirt.” It’s not great, but it’s the best you can do while still feeling the vodka and orange juice burn in your stomach. And smelling it on yourself.

Kuroo’s laugh booms through the room and you can’t help but giggle along with him. “I said I was sorry!” he says, hazel eyes twinkling with mirth. He pauses and glances at his closet, then nods his head in its direction. “Take a hoodie. Your pick.”

A smile–– one you try to downplay but fail miserably to–– creeps up your face. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kuroo replies. “You can also shower here if you want. It's the least I can do after spilling my drink all over you.”

When you emerge from Kuroo’s bathroom in one of his thinner hoodies, a lot soberer and drying your hair, he’s not on the bed anymore. Quietly, you step out of his room and look for him through the house. People are crashed everywhere–– on the sofa, over the kitchen counter, even propped up against walls. The floor is covered with plastic cups and mysterious pools of liquid. Wrinkling your nose, you try your best to step around the messes, looking in every corner in the house for the raven-haired boy.

You find him back in his room, actually. He’s back on his bed scrolling through his phone, the light illuminating his sharp features. When he hears you close the door behind you, he looks up, eyes immediately zeroing in on the black hoodie over your torso. The corner of his mouth twitches up.

“Where’d you go?” you both ask at the same time. He chuckles; you grin. Crawling back onto the bed, you tell him to go first.

“I went around to make sure nothing’s broken,” he explains. “Perks of being the only sober intern in the house, I guess.”

A beat passes.

This house is rented. You forgot about that. All his expenses are paid for by your mother’s lab. You forgot about that. He fits in your world so well, like maybe he’s always had a spot there, that you forgot that Kuroo Tetsurou is only here for the summer.

“Right.”

Kuroo raises a brow. “And you?”

“I went to look for you.”

He smiles and holds his hands out like a magician at the end of a trick. “Well, you found me.”

“Yeah,” you muse. “I guess I did.” Aren’t you lucky.

With that, something shifts in the air. A contemplative expression crosses Kuroo’s face. Maybe he’s realised how his words come out sometimes. Kuroo often says things that sound like they have more than one meaning and it used to throw you off, but now you just go with it. You’ve even picked up that habit yourself. “Do you ever wish that you’d met someone earlier? Maybe under different circumstances?” he asks.

Sighing, you fall back against his mattress and stare up at the ceiling. Telling the truth feels easier when you can’t see him. “Yeah. All the time.” A few seconds pass. “Do you think we would’ve been friends if we went to the same college?”

He also lies down. You’re both back in the same positions you were in an hour ago, but something’s changed. “No,” he admits. You’re not surprised–– that’s what you’d expected. “I’d be a junior and you’d be a freshman. We probably would’ve never met. And even if we had, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with a… freshie.” He chuckles softly at the end. “And look at me now,” he adds softly, more to himself than you. You look over at his face. A contemplative smile rests on his lips.

That urge to just say it returns.

“Kuroo, I think––”

“You’re my favourite p–– oh, my bad. You first.”

And it goes away again.

“Um, uh,” you stutter, “how long do you have left here?”

Kuroo raises his brows. “On this planet? Hopefully a while, Y/N.” He sees your unamused expression and drops the front. “Three more weeks.”

Your eyes widen. Eight weeks have already passed. Blood rushes to your ears. Eight entire weeks have already passed, meaning that in three weeks, Kuroo Tetsurou will leave forever. And in four, you will, too. Except you’ll come back. You’ve done so every summer since you were born, probably will do until you die.

But this place will never be the same as it used to. Not after him.

“Y/N?” Once everything comes back into focus, you see the concern riddling his features. “Everything okay?”

“Hmm? Yeah.”

Say it.

“You didn’t have too much to drink, right?”

Say it.

“I just got buzzed. What about you?”

“The only drink I was planning on having all went to your shirt.”

Say it.

“Kuroo.”

“Yeah?”

Not yet.

“Let’s go on an adventure.”

At two AM, everything is different. The streets feel different, the villas look different, and you–– you can’t put your finger on it but Kuroo Tetsurou has changed, too. He sits behind the wheel of your father’s white 1953 Cadillac with the convertible roof down, unruly hair blown back by the breeze, a euphoric grin stretched over his face. In the passenger’s seat, you sit with an equally large beam and your hands raised into the dark sky.

“Where to, Miss?” he shouts over the wind.

“The stars,” you shout back with a laugh. Kuroo’s cat-like eyes briefly flit over to your side profile, lips curving to form a smaller, more tender smile. But you miss that–– your gaze falls on him just a second after his return to the road.

“I heard you say Jack’s,” he says, smirking.

The 24/7 diner sticks out like a sore thumb in the row of sun-baked stucco and stone buildings with its bold neon lights and shiny exterior. During the day, it seems gaudy, way too American for a small town in northern Italy. But at night, this place feels like home. You’ve been stumbling into Jack’s completely shit-faced since you were sixteen. Of course, all those other times had been with the kids of your mother’s coworkers. All those other times, you could hardly remember what you even ordered when you woke up hours later.

But this time, you walk in with Kuroo Tetsurou at half-past-two in the morning, the chemicals running through your bloodstream epinephrine and dopamine, not ethanol; if you’re drunk then it’s on a feeling and your only poison is the boy next to you. You study his face and consider that thought. No, he’s not poison. He’s the antidote.

“Y/N!” the server exclaims, rushing over with two menus. “And Kuroo! My two favourite customers, but together this time!” Giovanni ushers you two to a booth by the window and takes your orders, purely for show, of course. He knows your orders by heart: the Lorenzo for Kuroo and the Quentin for you.

“With fries on both, please,” Kuroo adds, throwing you a wink. “Aren’t I a gentleman?”

“You only did that to have more for yourself,” you reply drily. Having him over at your house for dinner every night made picking up his idiosyncrasies so unbelievably easy. You know them like they’re your own. You know him like he’s your own.

Kuroo clutches his chest and pretends to be offended, then changes the conversation to what happened at the lab today, or rather, yesterday. That your mother and the other researchers are so close to finding a cure for the strain of virus that’s recently hit crickets in southern Italy.

“You should drop by again sometime,” he says. “Last time you came around was, what, two weeks ago?”

Your face breaks in a grin. “Are you saying you’ve missed me? Chemistry getting boring?” you tease, drawing a loud laugh from him.

“Sodium hydrogen, you little shit.” Your mother’s used this one on you before, but hearing it from him makes you giggle anyway.

Giovanni comes back with two plates, each loaded with fries. You both say your thanks and he retreats to the kitchen again, but not before wiggling his eyebrows at your reddening faces. Wordlessly, you grab your fork and knife and transfer at least half of your fries onto Kuroo’s plate. Kuroo stares at you with the slightest smile. That look sends your stomach into flips.

“What?” you question nonchalantly, cutting into your burger.

“Nothing,” he says, mirroring your actions. “Nothing at all.”

It’s hard to imagine that after spending almost every day together for eight weeks straight that there’s still more to learn about each other, but there is. You tell him more about your real home. Your best friend who called you at 3 AM last night because of timezones. Stories from every summer before this one, when you were a different person in the same place you are now.

He tells you more about Kenma, his best friend from high school. How they played on one of the best volleyball teams in Japan. Stories from training camp, literature class, the metro ride home after school–– you listen to every single one in rapt attention. There’s not enough time in the world for all the things you want to know about Kuroo Tetsurou, so you take what you can get. If only you’d known him before you’d known him.

“If we’d met earlier here, do you think we would’ve been friends?” you ask after paging Giovanni for the check.

“No,” he replies, picking up a few remaining fries with his fork instead of his fingers. The corners of your mouth turn up. That’s your thing. He considers the scenario seriously. “I think we met right when we should have.”

“What about the future?” you press, leaning into the conversation. “Let’s say we meet in two years here, instead of now. Would we be friends?”

Kuroo sets his fork down, eyes you steadily. “What’s this about?”

You blink. “What?”

“What’s with all these hypotheticals today?” Perhaps worried that he came off too harshly, Kuroo adds, “I thought I was the scientist.”

“I just… it feels like I’ve known you since forever.” This feels like it was meant to be, you don’t say. And I want to know you forever.

A sigh–– fond, but still a sigh–– blows through his lips. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates,” he says with a wicked grin.

“Are you calling me your soulmate?” The question, shamelessly genuine, painfully hopeful, leaves your mouth without you intending it to and you regret it instantly. Because Kuroo Tetsurou has told you many times that he does not believe in soulmates.

Is it so bad to dream, though?

You watch him carefully but he doesn’t say anything, just continues smiling wryly like you’d intended to tease him. Like he knows that you know better. But you don’t.

“Are you?” he suddenly replies. Sharp eyes hold yours, daring you to respond. Do you dare?

At that moment, Giovanni returns with the check. “Who’s paying?” he asks, unaware of the tense exchange that just occurred across the table. Inaudibly, you sigh in relief. Kuroo is about to say that it’s on him when he catches himself in the middle of his sentence, looks your way, then back to Giovanni. He says you’ll go Dutch. You nod in approval.

“So,” Kuroo drawls once you’ve both paid for your meals. “Where do we go from here?”

Good question.

Kuroo Tetsurou has never been to an outdoor club period. And though he’s been clubbing, he has never once gone dancing in his lifetime. You tell him that’s about to change as he parks the car in a lot near the venue. Before him, all your summer nights were spent here.

“You’ve been here for two months and you haven’t been to an outdoor club yet?” you ask while unbuckling your seatbelt. That can’t be possible. If you’d been in his shoes… an attractive college student in a foreign country for the summer, you would have gone wild.

“Nope. I’ve been a little busy, y’know, spending my days in a lab, handling chemicals, studying viruses, washing lab equipment, writing up reports for your mother and her colleagues, working on my own research on the side… the usual.” He flashes you a bright, sarcastic smile.

“Poor baby,” you coo, ruffling his hair. Kuroo laughs while you continue messing with the dark locks. “Was your first full day here the only tourist-day you’ve had so far?” His weekends, you already know, are spent either lounging around cafés, pools, or the great outdoors with you or the interns. But you’d assumed he’d had time to do some exploring on his own.

Kuroo nods. “And my guide wasn’t even that great,” he mutters, shooting you a dark look. “She sped through every attraction and hardly spoke a word outside of the tour to me. I think she hated me.”

You giggle and open the door, letting the music from the outdoor speakers infiltrate the bubble inside your car. “Maybe she was just nervous!” you say as you get out. That’s a lie.

“About what?” Kuroo follows suit, the gravel crunching beneath his feet. “I was so friendly to you and you just brushed me off each time.” He pouts.

But you don’t reply. Instead, you just grab his hands and pull him towards the venue. As you step into the boundaries marked by fairy lights and rustic wooden fences, Kuroo stops in his tracks and tugs on your intertwined hands. You glance down before up, trying to memorise how his hand looks around yours in the few seconds you can steal.

“Y/N,” Kuroo says. The strobe lights paint his skin pink, blue, purple like it’s a canvas. “Tell me why you were nervous.” Grammatically, it’s a command. And yet it sounds like he’s begging.

“What’s it mean to you?” you ask, feeling your heartbeat speed up in your chest. So what if you just… said it? What would happen?

“Everything?” he replies with a cheeky smile. The odds that he seriously means that are slim. But… they’re there. You shake that possibility out of your mind. That’s just the hope talking.

“Depends how convincingly you say it.” You tug on his arm. “C’mon. Let’s dance.” But he doesn’t budge–– he just continues to stand by the entrance of the club with an expectant look on his face. People are starting to stare.

“Fine,” you say with an eye roll. “I’ll tell you." Kuroo smirks, something self-congratulatory ready to leave his mouth, but then you let go of his hand and dance backwards into the throng of moving bodies. “But first, you’re gonna have to dance with me!” 

You allow yourself to be swallowed by the lively music, the people, the moment. Seconds later you’re deep enough into the crowd that you lose sight of Kuroo. Something in you says that he’ll show up soon, though. For now, you let yourself breathe. Forget about the heaviness of what-if’s, the itch to confess, the dread of the aftermath. Feelings are a lot like gravity. Sometimes they keep you grounded, other times, they weigh you down. This is one of those other times.

You dance up to a friendly-looking group of teens your age. Three guys and two girls. You shout your name and follow up with how it’s nice to meet them, hoping one of them finds you nice enough to keep around. Dancing alone in a club is one of the worst things that can ever happen to someone. Luckily, one of the girls–– the one wearing a purple wig–– pulls you in for a hug, drunkenly shouting back, “Bianca!” Bianca pushes you into their circle next to one of the guys and, just like that, you two start moving to the beat, feeling it in your feet, shoulders, hips. At one point, you turn around and take a good look at his face. The guy’s cute enough, but he’s not Kuroo. Still, you say nothing as he moves closer to you and grabs your hand, lifting it up and motioning for you to twirl.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grip firmly onto your waist and pull you out of the circle. “Hey!” You look down, suddenly realising they’re Kuroo’s. A shiver runs down your spine. He spins you around to face him. His lips are set in a firm line, eyes completely devoid of humour, nostrils slightly flared.

“Hi,” you say quietly, testing the waters.

“Hi,” he replies curtly. His hands are still on your waist. Selfishly, you choose not to point that out. Instead, you try to defuse the situation with a light question. Playful tone.

“Where were you this whole time?”

“Looking for you.”

“Well… you found me.” You flash him a sheepish grin. A peace offering of some sort.

“I did.” He doesn’t take it.

“Lucky you.”

Irritation finally seeps through his features. “You just left me on the dance floor!” he snaps. “And then when I find you after searching the entire venue, you’re dancing up on some random guy!”

“It was in good fun!” you retort, wriggling out of his grip. “And I wasn’t dancing up on him.” You want to ask if he’s jealous so badly, but you take a good look at his face and decide against that.

“Fun?” he asks incredulously. “Worrying about losing you, worrying about myself getting lost, then having to worry about that guy after finding you isn’t very fucking fun to me, Y/N!” The words fly out of his mouth like daggers without pause. Once finished, he looks at you with a disappointed gaze, shaking his head lightly, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath.

“I’m sorry,” you say, looking down at your shoes. It doesn’t matter if you disagree with him–– a sort of shame drills itself so deeply into your conscience that all you can think about is making things right again. “I didn’t think my actions through.”

A second passes. You wonder what he’s thinking.

“Hey, look at me.” Kuroo lifts your chin up with an index finger. Your wide eyes meet his narrow ones. Just as a pink beam glides over his face, his gaze softens, falls down to your lips. And then you feel his thumb on your chin, barely grazing the skin of your bottom lip. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down. The revelry in the background fades to dull beats against your eardrums. Suddenly, you register that he smells of, as usual, blackcurrant and amber.

But now you also smell of blackcurrant and amber.

You’re wearing his clothes. You smell of him.

Kuroo’s eyes crawl back up to yours, wide like he’s just been caught in the middle of a crime. You blink expectantly, ignoring the furious way your heart pounds in your chest. Shallow breaths puff through your slightly parted mouth.

“I am.” It comes out barely a whisper. C’mon. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me––

You gently touch the hand he has on your chin. Kuroo jolts back like he’s been burned. “I’ll, uhm, I’ll be in the car,” he stutters, looking away from your face. He pushes through the sea of people, leaving you all alone on the dance floor, body doused in blue light, fingers touching the area his thumb had been as if preserving its print.

Kuroo hardly notices you slip into the passenger’s seat minutes later. He’s got his forearms hanging over the steering wheel and gaze fixed ahead into the darkness, mind probably running off to a place he wishes his body was, too.

As soon as you’ve buckled yourself in, Kuroo starts the car.

The entire drive home is silent.

Once Kuroo pulls into your courtyard and parks, he turns off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and steps out of the car. Wordlessly, you follow his actions and meet him by the stairs to your door.

“Hi,” you say quietly. He doesn’t look at you.

“Hey.”

The two of you stand outside your front door in silence as you both consider what to say next. This can’t be the way it ends.

“I shouldn’t have… done that,” Kuroo says first.

“Done what?” You choose to play dumb. Call it selfish, but you want to hear him say it. Maybe then it’ll feel as real as it had been. Kuroo sighs and leans his shoulder against the stone wall, crossing his arms over his chest. There’s no way he can dance around what happened. Perhaps the past two months can be summed up as the development of a strong friendship with skilled doublespeak and metaphors and just enough artistic licence, but this can’t. And Kuroo knows that. He can’t feed you an alternative truth like he’s done so many times before. What’s more, he can’t lie to himself anymore. So maybe it’s better just to not speak at all.

Your eyes burn holes into the side of his face. Fine. You’ll concede first. “I was never nervous.”

Kuroo blinks, turns his head around to look at you. “What?”

“I was never nervous. I was playing it cool because I didn’t want to risk befriending you and getting attached.” I’m still playing it cool, you don’t say. And I’m already attached. “Guess I just came off as a bitch instead.” You laugh. “But can you blame me? You were this cute, older guy. Smart, too, since you were interning with my mom. You were my dream guy.”

An amused breath blows out of his nose. “Were?” he questions, grinning, only remembering the fragility of your platonic relationship a second later. “Um––”

“Are.” It slips out of your mouth without you realising. Fuck. Kuroo stills. It’s too late to take back your words now, so you might as well just keep going. “You still are my dream guy.”

Seconds pass and neither of you says anything. Sweat gathers in the palms of your hands. You start to feel your heartbeat through your neck. The buzz of the cicadas grows louder. Oppressive. Behind Kuroo, the sky is starting to turn pale blue and pink in the horizon. That means it’s almost sunrise. The night is almost over, and, hopefully, so is this awful conversation.

“And… you don’t feel the same.” Funnily, you feel like you’re lying. You’re telling Kuroo how he feels and you think you’re lying. Does that make sense? None of this night even feels real. God, you hope this has all just been a dream. Mustering a soft smile, you say, “That’s okay. Thank you for the party. And the adventure.” It was fun while it lasted. You feel the house key in your pocket and turn to unlock the door. “I hope this doesn’t change anything between us, Kuroo. Can we still be friends?” The words leave your mouth feeling like barbed wire. You know damn well you can’t still be friends.

And suddenly, you feel his calloused hands around your cheeks. Suddenly, his hot breath fans over your face.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs.

Your eyes close instantly. “Yes, please.”

And suddenly, his soft lips are on yours.

Kuroo breaks the kiss seconds later. “Fuck,” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours, touching the tips of your noses together. “Y/N, I don’t want to be friends. Fuck.” A dry chuckle leaves his mouth. He pauses to collect his thoughts but decides that that can wait. Instead, he presses another kiss to your lips so fervently that he backs you up against the wall with no space between your bodies. You wonder if he can feel your heartbeat like this, chest to chest. Kuroo’s hands travel down your waist and rest on your hips. His tongue runs across your tongue, your teeth, the insides of your mouth. You gently suck on it, drawing a satisfied moan from him. When the kiss ends, you see that his lips are red and cheeks are swollen. A warm feeling spreads through your chest. “I thought I could be happy just being friends with you but I can’t. I want you so bad it hurts. Not to mention, when I saw you in my hoodie?” His fingers pinch the material. “I thought God was testing me or some shit.”

“Sure didn’t feel like you wanted me that way,” you retort, still breathless.

“In my defence,” Kuroo says, thumbs tracing your cheekbones, “I was very scared.”

“Of what?”

It looks like he’s about to tell you, but he changes his mind and doesn’t answer. He grabs your hand and pulls you back to the car with a cheeky grin. “I’ll tell you only if you tell me where we can watch the sunrise.”

Kuroo holds your hand, stroking your thumb the entire drive there.

After a short hike, you plop down on the grassy hillside, supporting your body with outstretched arms in the back. Kuroo sits down beside you with one of his hands covering yours, fingers intertwined like a honeysuckle vine around a hazel tree. You tell him that you grew up running along this hill with your parents. It used to be your playground. Maybe, you think, it’s time to make new memories here.

“Beautiful,” Kuroo breathes, a wonderstruck look in his eyes. The sun’s just risen halfway above the pink and blue horizon, the saturated orange casting the entire city below gold. It’s not just the city, though. He’s also gold. He’s just as beautiful. You watch him with a soft smile on your lips, noting how his wide eyes and slack jaw return to normal as he stares off into the distance. After resting your head on his shoulder, you fix your eyes on the sunrise ahead. You wonder what he’s thinking so quietly about.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you finally ask once the sun has finished revealing itself.

Kuroo blinks, returning to reality, but continues to stare straight ahead. “I was just thinking about… soulmates.”

You lift your head off his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you believe in soulmates now,” you tease.

“Hmm.” He turns to look at you, the sun turning his hazel eyes the colour of honey. That same wry smirk from Jack’s returns to his face.

“You wanna know why I was so scared?”

“Pray tell.”

“Because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“No,” Kuroo laughs, laying his head down in your lap, looking up into your eyes. “I’m serious. I used to purposely stay away from girls in high school. Same in college. Same all the way until you somehow wormed your way into my life. That’s why we wouldn’t have been friends.” You cock your head to the side.

“Why?” you ask, running your fingers through his hair.

Kuroo’s eyelids flutter shut. He inhales deeply before talking. “My parents are divorced. The years before the divorce were… very ugly.” 

(He spares you the details of the midnight arguments, the smashed plates, the holes in the walls. He spares you the details of how he only ever knew how to fall asleep with his head sandwiched between two pillows, how he hasn’t seen his sister in a decade, how he’ll curse and snap but never yell because he always feels like a child again around the noise. That’s for another time, if you’ll have any.) 

“I still remember all the fighting and yelling. For the longest time, that’s all I knew about marriage and relationships.”

“Did you think all relationships were like that? Fighting and yelling?” you ask.

“For a while, yeah. I’m still a little scared of that, to be honest. Ending up in a relationship where all you do is fight.” Kuroo sighs. “But that’s not the only thing. I thought I wouldn’t know how to love someone, growing up like that.” At that, your fingers pause in his hair.

“Wait,” you say, furrowing your brows. A wave of immense sadness (not for yourself, for him) washes over you. “You think you wouldn’t know how to love someone else?”

“Thought.” Kuroo cracks open his eyes and smiles up at you. “I’m in the process of changing my mind.”

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Love Brings Patience.

A/N: Just an angsty "3am thoughts and listening to hozier while doing" it blurb. Enjoy!! ♡♡

It thunders outside loudly, but she didn’t flinch. The mass of blues and viridescent ivory painting the sky -- a call for rain, as when there’s blessed pour of shower after every winter sick – but it’s monsoon —- there’s none of the sympathy that these boofy clouds could slip into Y/N's pocket as she lays on her bed watching through the glass roof of the home ... they built together.

With so much, love, trust, faith and passion for eachother that anything in the world was unable to come between them – until it did.

Pinning against them and keeping them apart.

Everything will be okay, in the end. It’s not okay. It’s not the end.

It’s just beginning. Beginning to suffer alone and without him, his emotional and physical support, his cheery smile that’d race her heartbeat like chariots of Hades and his gentle need to saturate the distances between them wherever they’re, his loving gleamy eyes never skimming past her and he'd dot soft grateful kisses to her raspberry cheeks and kiss her temple as if she’s the goddess that resides in his home and it’d be a sin not to cherish her.

He loves too much. He did. He does. He loved her beyond everything that it killed him, he was sobbing that night – drenching the lilac carpeted floor with the water droplets dripping down and Y/N wasn’t sure if it was the roar of lightening against the creaky windows of their home or the feebleness of his voice that sobered her into dust.

“Been hurtin' ye'fo’ years .. by being away from you fo' months and coming back to just give y'memories and hopes for me early arrival —-.. what .. -- what kinda lover does that?” He hiccupped. His wet fringes didn’t let Y/N fetch him and dip her hand in his soul to touch it and tell him where he belongs, he always belonged to her – and your path is always destined to ones, who you belong to.

“-- ... makes ye' -m..m—makes you wait and takes the test of yer patience, like you’re not human –...” But, this isn’t what love brings? Wait and patience and sacrifice —- the yearn to have the love of your life in your embrace while you pace through the alleyway of airports.

Love brings patience.

“... darlin’ ye' deserve the same warmth of a body, same attention and love that everyone out there’s getting ..” His sniffles sharp and breathless as he pointed out the window to indicate the world and she doesn’t know how in just one night he became so silly, because her world is him — only him.

Her whisper came out broken, “And what about you?” Her caring question for him made him push the heels of his palms to his sockets and rub the stubborn fat tears away.

“It’s hurtin’ me to. Makes me not breath at nights, stayin' away from you -- ‘m never focusin’ –- ‘s just you, Always you in the pocket of me heart – the back of my mind —-- can’t escape it. My stupid stupid heart tries to see you in strangers faces ‘n —--... my arms pulls at cold sheets to get to your warmth but it never comes, whatever I do.” His chest tightened and it’s repeating the same shortness of breaths he used to get while crying to himself in those hotel rooms, the puffy lips gasping for oxygen and Y/N' was rushing towards him grabbing his jaw to inspect him but he’s slip shutting his eyes and gesturing her he’s okay.

Murmured sadly, “And lovie’ it hurts.” So, loving her hurts him? What kind of love is that? A piece of failure when it should be what they tell in fairy tales.

She failed him.

She was shuddering letting his hand slip from her sweaty palms when he stood up with a worn out sad face, head hung down with the burden of guilt and selfishness.

“I don’t wanna hurt you anymore.” She was on her knees. Lips wobbled glum. She tugged on the bottom of his trousers crying dolefully without any word.

“Not wanting to hurt me by hurtin’ me more?” She cried hugging his leg and not letting it go.

His bestowed assertion made her shudder as he stepped away and to side, “I don’t w'na hurt us anymore.” His heart cracked and promised to him that it'll never heal up how much he'd beg later.

He was crying into his wrist leaving their apartment. Closing his ears with his palms to shut down the loud reckless sobs that echoed till hallway.

That cruel summer night still haunts her every moment and it’s been two weeks, and she wishes that he'll come running towards where she’s shrinking into the bed and jump over her as he used to —-- covering the little distance from the kitchen towards the bed and always made them bounce with the glee of his soft giggles.

How merciless could he be?

Leaving her alone in their home, where every piece of furniture holds his memory; the pink vinyl that’d play their favourite French songs, the squared tiles of their kitchen walls that he wrote different recipes over, the glassed roof through which they'd moon gaze snuggled into eachother and he'd be more happy to stroke her skin and love on the softness of it rather than the twinkle of stars – because he does it when he misses her, not when she’s right in his arms kissing his cheeks to happy affection, his cat who’s homesick because her momma is there or not – it’s not a much difference.

Everything is just ghosts of his memories making the edges of her heart bleed and cracking them dry.

She misses him. She misses him terribly and no day goes by without his thought swimming and tickling her mind.

Telephone rings. It keeps on ringing and she ignores it closing her eyes and tries to surrender herself to darkness of sleep, but then it kept on cutting through the tranquillity of their home and she’s plucking the yellow receiver and speaking something – embarrassed when her voice doesn’t even reach herself.

There’s loud annoyed groaning, vigorous disturbance and a high pitched squeaks before Mitch's monotone voice startles Y/N, “Can you please take him home? He's proper waffled .. broke his —-.. Harry! Can you sit down? Christ. Look you’re looking like a clown in front of all these nurses —-- Y/N?” He sighs and Y/N turns the curly wire around her finger out of anxiousness.

Fidgety on the tips of her toes.

“Where are you? Nurses? Broke? Is Harry okay? Tell me Mitch what’s happening!!?” She’s yelling into the receiver snatching the notepad when Mitch mutters grumpily, “Harry’s in hospital.”

Her heart drops to floor at that and she stares at her feet letting it sink before blinking the tears away and asking him for locations.

The time she reaches it starts raining and she covers herself with the cardigan she sneaked from his wardrobe to feel his presence, his scent and his brush of touch to her skin.

When she’s stumbling inside the rushy lobby filled with people waiting for their turn and her blurry gaze moves in every direction to find Harry sitting on the steel benches, wearing loose tailored curdory trousers and a baby blue sweater she knitted him as a gift for his birthday.

His apple-ish cheeks rosy and his button of nose scrunching up as he sits clumsily on the bench, poking Mitch's bum every other second to laugh at some kid who has his hand struck in a pot.

His own wrist bandaged up and around his neck, his pupils glassy foam and his condition dishevelled and ruffled up. It tears her up and she breathes in a sniffle – wiping her nose and padding towards him.

When his eyes rakes up a huge dimply smile is adorning his weary features and he’s waving her with limpy fingers shyly.

He’s drunk, drunk.

He pouts cherry-ly. Brows flinching together and he position himself straighter with Mitch's help when he takes in the dampness of her cheeks, “Why’re y'cryin' lovie’?” Darn that pet name. He slurs and his words mumbish.

“You’re hurt...” She points at his wrist. He looks down as it isn’t obvious and Mitch rolls his eyes, “Not hurt.” He shakes his head and when looks back up he’s grinning.

“Was just takin' hugeee steps downstairs -- ye'know me clumsiness and it’s kinda Mitchy's fault too ... told him to grab me tightly —-... ‘cos ‘m sensitive lil petal —--...” Y/N's biting down a snort at his squeaky high pitched voice and Mitch’s cutting him with thin smile.

“Been biting my ears off about you. How was I supposed to keep my balance when he clings to me so hard as if I’m summat his lover....” Y/N's eyes widen when Mitch grabs Harry from armpits and slinks his one arm around Y/N's shoulder as if Harry’s some parcel and he didn’t like it.

“Take him, home.” He mumbles and she stutters, “Wait ... hey! How? Mitch come back you mummy head.” She calls for him but he just walks away and Y/N’s left with no option but to take Harry with her.

“Be careful.” She whispers walking down the slope at exit of hospital with Harry clinged to her, “You came here on car?” She nudges his cheek with her shoulder but he just snuggles his face into the nook of her jaw.

“Mitch took it?” She groans. Swiping the rain droplets away from her forehead and steps behind under the shelter, “No ... it’s parked right here.” He mumbles against her sweet spot making her shiver and she makes them do a lil jog to the car and Harry’s giggling squeaking nonsense in her ear.

“Harry if y’refuse to leave me .....” She warns him trying to squirm out of his embrace as he sits in the passenger seat holding her so she sighs and tries to stick to more gentle coaxing way.

Shaky fingers gliding up his cheek to cup it and stroke the blue bags under his eyes, screaming that he having restless night for week now, “Petal if you don’t leave me how ‘m supposed to drive?” He gazes her peculiarly –- caressing her knuckles, stares his own motion and gives her the most puppy eyes that melts her on the spot, “Then hold me hand?” Now, could she say no to him? Never. She hates herself for it.

“’kay you could hold my –-- lemme —--... just --.. good boy.” She takes her hand out of his grip and pats his thigh before rushing to driver’s side.

She knows that how much he needs reassurances when he’s drunk and how much his love language of touching her peaks to sky.

She fulfils her promise and let him hold her hand, enjoying the little happiness because she knows it’s temporary and in the morning she'd be met by empty bed and hollow arms.

“I missed home.” He smiles wetly. Eyes closed as he stays on hugging her walking inside and whines when she squats down to untie his laces.

When she make him sit on the sofa and tries to leave for the kitchen, he’s lurching forward to grab her wrist and plead into her arm with moisture in his eyes, “No.No.No lovie' don’t go. Don’t go, pleaseeeee.......” She pets his sweaty curls kissing his forehead and murmurs against his hair while he loops his elbows lazily around her waist.

“Not going anywhere bub. Bringing you water.”

“No water. Just you. I missed you. Missed you so much. Missed you too much.” He’s rambling knuckling at his eyes and her belly fills with butterflies that flap till her heart and makes her feel woozy.

Though, she overcomes the bitter sweet feeling and brings him water how much he whined.

He has his hand planted softly at her thigh and gasps loudly and dramatically finishing the last droplet, and puckers his lips making funny noises against the rim of glass and she takes it away from him giggling, “’kay it's enough.”

He shuts his eyes for a moment and when opens them back it’s sea of pinks and the tears are shining at his waterline and he croaks out hoarsely, “Y/N ....?” Sobered up. He's feeling awful and in constant need to take her in his arms.

“Hmm?” She hums giving him a nervous smile and he straightens up taking both of her hands in his's, “I don’t want to be away from you anymore, darlin'. It’s worse than being temporarily away from ye'. Terrible. Terrible. I feel sick all the time as if there’s a dagger twisting into my heart ‘cos I know ‘m never fallin' in love with anyone except you ... but I don’t think you deserve me —.. I -- I —... I just think you —--- it’s killing me baby. Take me back please, baby take me back." He sniffs the tears and she’s crying with him; calling out his name and when he doesn’t listen she’s cradling his face delicately in her palms and making him look at her.

“Harry, my sweetheart. I love you. Isn’t that enough to assure you that I deserve you and only you – no one else.” He's blinking furiously and she bobs her head not flickering her loving gaze away from him.

“I love you too, will you take me back now? After what I did?” His insecurity and doubts about himself floating back.

“You left for best. Realised that we couldn’t live without eachother, didn’t you?” She pecks the corner of his lips and he leans in for a chaste kiss, their teeth clanking from smiling wide and happy and he giggles when she pushes herself off from him.

They crawl to their bed together and she flumps on his chest and he moans squeakily, “Ow.”

“Oh my, Har ....” She gasps. Shakes her head and flicks him on forehead when he grins bashfully.

“G'na take care of me?” His chin doubles over adorably as he tries to see her and brush her hair away.

“Gonna take care of you, petal” She patches a soft kiss to his chest and erupts into loud giggles when he teases her nonchalantly, “G'na help me wipe my arse.”

“Harry! Your other hand’s perfectly capable of wiping yourself clean!” He brings her closer with his uninjured hand and kisses her tenderly -- to show her all the love they missed on these few weeks.

“I love being home.” He murmurs into the kiss. Playing with her tresses round his nimble and traces kisses all over her face.

“Promise me you’re never doing silly again.” She pouts and he plucks at it – smooching a kiss to it later.

“Promise.” He tries to hook his bandaged pinky to her's and she laughs into his neck – shakes her head and kisses his cheek hugging him tightly.

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And There You Stayed

Part 2 of Just You and Me

Summary: Malleus realizes that the dream of Y/N the human is becoming a reality. Will the memories that he created crumble and fade to black just like last time? Or will they follow through, and life will fall into place.

A/N: I know some of you guys were heartbroken so I wrote you a happy ending

Y/N uses they/them pronouns

Warnings: none

Genre: Fluff and just a little bit of angst

tag list: @coffeeleafdepression, @magicpumpkin3, @puddingqueen-writes  

Part 1 of the fic! (ahfkfaad pls read otherwise the fic will just seem weird) 

It was still a week and a couple of days after the dream and Malleus had such a tough time forgetting you. Your touch, scent, smile, they way you laughed. He couldn’t believe that you were a figment of reality, and the horned man just wasn’t the same. Lilia, Silver and Sebek noticed the change in their master’s mood, but they didn’t want to dig and make him uncomfortable. Malleus was sad and way more aloof than usual, it was hard to approach him let alone fix. So, they let their master have his space. 

An organized meeting for the dorm leaders was meant to commence soon, talking about formalities since the school year had just started after all. And despite his melancholy, Malleus knew he had to attend. The meeting was quite boring, no one really talked to him as his frightening demeanor was even more intense when he was in this state. So he had just sat and listened. 

And that was when everything changed, the magic mirror vibrated and lit up. With great blinding light someone flew out of the magic mirror with a scream. It was a cat? Another scream rang out, flying out the magic mirror in the same fashion, except the silhouette looked human.

The beast talked with great blue flames surrounding it’s ears and tail. 

“Who the hell are you?! Get off of me you stupid human!” The voice of the cat said, as the human had toppled over the cat, both laying on the cold dark marble of the floor. 

“A talking cat?!” The human shrieked. 

“Yeah do you have a problem with that, human?” The cat asked angrily, floating in the air. The human had emerged from the darkness. 

It was them, from his dream.  

Every imperfection, every beautiful quality, Malleus had memorized them all. And there they were, right in front of him. 

This had sent him into a state of shock, the fae had just stood there. While everyone had tended to the new resident. Everything he had already predicted was happening. Enrolled as one student with the cat named Grim, placed in the abandoned Ramshackle dorm, defeating the overblotted dorm leaders. 

And your name, Y/N L/N. Flowed perfectly off the tongue. 

The only thing Malleus had gotten wrong, was that you didn’t come on the first day, but rather a few days after. It was insane and Malleus grew afraid. What if everything would fizzle out again? Revealing that it was a fantasy and nothing more. 

Yet something was different about this time. It was that he was experiencing more, different adventures that weren’t revealed in his dream, new conversations that made his love for Y/N grow even more. 

Like the one time he was reading peacefully in the courtyard only to see Y/N and the gang running away from a Giantess Froganza (Giant mutant frog). 

“HI MALLEUS! BYE MALLEUS!” you yelled before starting to scream and run away from the beast. Y/N had still managed to notice him, even in moments of terror. Yet without magic you had saved the day. Like the great hero that you were. 

The dream was a vague prophecy of love given to him. Malleus was hurt yet grateful, to feel insane for days but then given the gift of this human. They were silly, completely out of whack, but they were still so in sync with Malleus. A perfect fit into NRC, like a puzzle piece. 

Lilia had noticed Malleus’ behavior being soothed yet still alert. 

“Malleus, what is going on?” Lilia asked, gazing into his eyes. And that is all it took for him to spill out his secret. He felt embarrassed, thinking that Lilia was going to look at him with two heads. All Malleus’ feelings were out in the open. 

Lilia gave him a smile, “Oh Malleus, but don’t you know?” 

“Know what exactly?” Malleus asked, wanting his guardian to go on. 

“Dear, when faes get older they can earn new powers. Some stay forever, some only stay for a short while like yours,” Lilia answered. 

“And while it wasn’t completely accurate, and didn’t show everything. You had a prophetic vision, they typically happen when there is something of great importance coming. And from what I can tell, Y/N is incredibly important to you,” The elder fae said teasingly, making Malleus a little flustered. Lilia wasn’t wrong but that didn’t mean that he had to say it. Y/N made the horned man nervous undeniably, his heart skipping and his breath hitch whenever they spoke to him. 

“But please, rest easy. There is nothing to fear Malleus,” Lilia said. 

~

Malleus and Y/N were looking at the sunset while sitting on the roof of an ancient building of NRC. He confessed about his prophetic visions, he didn’t want to feel like a fool when around him despite getting reassurance from Lilia. Malleus didn’t tell them about him professing his love to them, he wasn’t ready for that yet. 

“I know it sounds quite unbelievable but-” 

“Malleus, I got chased by a gigantic frog,” they started, taking his hand into theirs. “You are a great and all powerful sorcerer. One of the most powerful people I know! That isn’t unbelievable or weird.” 

“But if something is bothering you, then you can tell me. I’ve got my arms wide open for you.”

~

It was summer, one of the last days to close Y/N’s first year at Night Raven College. The human decided to take a walk with Malleus feeling anxious, but they weren’t really sure what they were feeling apprehensive about. More and more time without being home, the feeling of being done with a school year or wanting to tell Malleus about how they felt. 

Was it a combination of all three? Most likely.

The human had felt a connection with him for a long time, and they didn’t know how long they had to keep it hidden within. So they decided, you know what? I’m gonna confess to this guy! With such great confidence, yet it fizzled around him in seconds.  

His eyes, so bright and mysterious. Of course everyone’s eyes were pretty different from what they’ve seen in the human world, but Y/N could gaze into specifically his all day. His lips, speaking in that beautiful voice with such proper language. The human remembered that one time they poked fun at Malleus with Sebek around. 

“I’m quite a royal, yes I am. The most powerful sorcerer among these humans” they said flamboyantly, closing their eyes and placing a hand on their forehead. 

“Stop making fun of the young master, you ignorant human!” Sebek boomed with anger in his voice. 

“Sebek, my loyal servant, you bark like a dog,” the human said, opening an eye to look at the angry fae. 

“That’s it!-” 

But in the background there came a snicker which emerged into one that was just a little bit louder, yet still soft. 

It was Malleus. Laughing? Admittedly, Sebek was a little jealous of Y/N for being able to make the young master laugh, especially since it was at his expense. But it put happiness in his heart that someone was able to make him happy. Not as a servant, but as a friend. 

 However, the green haired fae was still prepared to strangle you. 

~

The pair sat down on the grass, seeing the lights of fireflies around them. The human took Malleus’ hand into theirs all while staring at the lake in front of them.  

“Child of man” Malleus started, making you turn your attention to him. “When we were on the roof and I talked about my vision, I was not being completely honest.” 

“What do you mean?” you asked. 

“Well, I had left out a minor detail,” 

“We were on the bridge, and I had confessed to you” Malleus finally got out. “When I had finished, you told me to wake up. Everything had gone black and I was woken up by Lilia.”

“I had been very anxious about sharing this moment with you, Child of Man. I’m frightened that everything will fizzle out to black and not be real.” It was silence until, 

“Malleus, I love you-”

“Y/N, I love you-”

They both chuckled from them speaking at the same time. 

“Please go first, Y/N.” 

“Malleus, I really love you, you know. I’ve been crushing on you for so long. And I promise that we’re in reality,” you paused to look at the fae in his eyes. 

“I know you told me that you’re anxious to take on the future, and I’m the same. I don’t know what’s in store or what I’m going to do, but let’s be there for each other,” they finished, placing their palm against his pale face, smiling as you did. 

Malleus put his hand on Y/N’s face as well, pulling them into a deep kiss. And while his vision wasn’t one hundred percent correct, the moment the fae and human had shared was incredibly magical. 

“I have wanted to do that for a long time, Child of Man,” Malleus said, smiling cheekily. And there the pair stayed, conversing under the stars until you had to run from employees who had spotted them both. 

Careless, young and free. But most importantly together. 

As they had both promised each other.

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