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But what about me | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary: Established relationship - You're jealous of the new girl but are mature about it, James is oblivious, and he also forgets your birthday and anniversary.

Notes: So here it is, a new version. I'm not going to continue the taglist, because it is kind of a hassle to take care of. Lily is our friend. OC Rosalie sucks. James is stupid. Spelling mistakes, grammar mistakes, probably a happy ending, you know the drill.

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“What’s on your mind?”

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You stared at James from a distance.

You shot up, your eyes widened in an alarmed manner before your posture relaxed when you saw it was Annabelle. She was a Hufflepuff ghost, a student who had tragically died during a Triwizard tournament, a few decades ago.

You shook your head in reassurance. “Nothing’s on my mind-“

“-So, the usual then?” Sirius’ voice popped up behind you and you wasted no time in elbowing him in the ribs, causing him to let out an “oomph”. You quickly waved at Annabelle who floated off.

“Watch it Padfoot,” you sternly told him, and you tried your best to give him a reprimanding look. By the laughing sound of his reaction, you failed in appearing intimidating.

“So,” Sirius began. “Big day tomorrow ey?” He wiggled his eyes suggestively. You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, my birthday. Stop making it sound weird,” you huffed, and you shook your head.

“Totally worth it, Annika just walked past us with a beet red face,” Sirius defended with a mischievous grin.

“You should stop your inappropriate comments, I mean you are literally my cousin,” you stated loudly, and Sirius earned a disgusted look from another student passing by.

Sirius’ mouth hung open and then he scrambled to defend himself. “So, we’re not related at all, she was kidding!” His voice and pitch raised by the end of the sentence as he called out to the student who’d given him a not-so-subtle side eye.

You gave him a smug look. “Fine,” Sirius relented. “Truce?” You two shook hands.

“You’re not trying to steal my girl, are you Pads?” Two arms found their way around your waist, followed by a kiss to your cheek.

Sirius let go of your hand to hold them up in surrender. “I wouldn’t dare, Prongs, just chatting because she seemed lonely,” he shrugged. You shot him a glare.

“Lonely?” James’ attention immediately zoned in on you.

“He’s just talking out of his ass, Jamie,” you waved it off.

Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Oh, because you were definitely not longingly looking at Prongs here, talking to that gir-“ This time, you kicked his shins.

“Nah, I’m just pranking you, mate,” Sirius nonchalantly changed course and patted James on the shoulder while he passed him. James ignored him and focused on you.

He spun you around by one arm, held above your head like you were doing a ballroom dance. His hands quickly settled on your sides when you faced him, and he leaned over to pepper your face full of pecks. You grinned up at him and he fondly looked back before pulling you in again for a deeper kiss.

“Really?” A portrait next to you spoke up snorted. “Right in front of my salad?” He gestured to the painted salad on the dinner table in front of him.

James pointedly ignored him and instead tried to pull you a little bit closer. Not that that was possible.

“Oh, now you’re just doing it on purpose,” The man in the painting complained, and you would imagine the grimace on his face if you weren’t too preoccupied with James, who was leaving small pecks against your lips.

“Don’t like what you see, look away,” James murmured against you.

“Disrespectful cretin these days. I would look away, but you are right in my sight,” The portrait huffed dramatically. You softly pushed James away to offer the poor man a sheepish look but found that he’d already escaped to a neighboring painting.

“So tomorrow,” James started, and you couldn’t help but get excited at the prospect of a date with James. That giddy feeling sank very quickly when James finished his sentence.

“I’ll be training our newest Chaser for the day. That’s the girl I was talking to before,” he explained. “Her name’s Rosalie James, isn’t that funny? Like her last name is James, it confused me a lot during today’s practice,” James continued, not noticing that your mind had wandered of the brunette girl.

“She even joked that if we’d get married, I could change my name to James James,” he laughed. You didn’t particularly see the humor in that.

“Anyway,” he continued, “I know I said that we would study together in the library tomorrow, but I think we should move that to Sunday.”

You frowned, “can we not just move it to the evening then?” you asked, wondering if James was really planning on spending the entirety of your birthday with someone else.

“Well, it’s from 9 o’clock until 7 o’clock in the evening, and we have a Quidditch party thing afterwards, but it’s more of a teambuilding thing. I can ask them if you can join though?” James offered.

You blinked at him in confusion before offering him a smile in return. “What, no- I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you denied. You assumed that he’d find some time to squeeze in a birthday celebration.

James shrugged. “Suit it yourself, love.”

You didn’t actually think James would forget your birthday. After all, James was literally the perfect boyfriend. He was proud to show you off to people, always ready to lend an ear when you needed to, and most of all showering you with love, any chance he gets.

But we’re all still humans after all, today was very busy so it probably just slipped his mind. That’s completely okay, you told yourself. And so, you tried to push away your thoughts, wanting to enjoy the cake that you and the girls had snuck from the kitchen as a late-night snack.

“Red velvet is the best, I swear,” Lily laughed with a sigh as she let herself fall flat on her back in satisfaction. Marlene agreed wordlessly, preoccupied with stuffing more cake in her mouth.

“Happy birthday again,” Alice smiled kindly at you, and you beamed at her. “Thank you, guys, for today, you shouldn’t have bought me the expensive painting equipment,” you said as you motioned towards the brand-new canvasses, brushes, primer, and oil paint.

“Nonsense,” Marlene replied in mock offense. “But you will paint me one day, right?” She batted her eyelashes at you. You pretended to think about it. “I mean, for 15 galleons?” you joked and then had to rush to take your words back when Marlene agreed without hesitance.

“I was only joking,” you laughed and swatted her lightly.

“Eh, leave the joking to your boyfriend and the other marauders,” Lily teased you. “Speaking of them,” she started, and you looked down, knowing the follow up question. “What did they get you for your birthday?

“Well,” you recalled your day so far. “Peter, Remus and Sirius gifted me an expandable suitcase, so I can put all my collectables in there.”

“Damn,” Alice whispered. You sheepishly scratched your head. “Yeah, it took me by surprise too. Last I checked, it cost way too much. I sure hope they acquired it in a legal manner,” you joked.

“I mean, both Sirius and James are well off, so maybe they could afford it and actually bought it,” Alice joked along.

You shrugged. “Oh, James didn’t pitch in for the suitcase. Remus said that he’d told them he was getting something more personal for me,” you said.

“Ugh, what a sap,” Lily commented lightheartedly, and you agreed with a chuckle. “So, what did he get you then?” Lily asked exasperatedly, already expecting something ridiculously grand.

There was a beat of silence.

“Uh, I’m not sure, we didn’t get around to celebrating my birthday together,” you settled on answering.

“What?” Marlene, Lily, and Alice asked in chorus.

“He was busy,” you defended James.

“The entire day?” Marlene squinted her eyes, absolutely seeing through your bullshit excuse. You shrugged in response but nodded your head. “The entire day?” She repeated in disbelief. “Like he couldn’t pop in in the morning or during breakfast?” You shrugged again.

“I guess he forgot,” you mumbled, starting to feel down again. Alice quickly caught on to that and decided to change the subject, trying to cheer you up. “Anyway, should we picnic tomorrow by the lake?”

You exhaled in relief. “I would love that.”

Sirius and James entered their dorms and greeted the other two marauders. “And? Did she like the suitcase?” Sirius immediately asked while he made himself at home on the foot end of Remus’ bed.

“Definitely, like she couldn’t believe it. She even did the happy wiggly dance,” Peter and Remus laughed at the memory. Sirius held his hand up to high five them and grinned in victory. “I told you guys, she needed someplace to put all that stuff she collects.”

James had been utterly confused since he stepped into the room and was not at all following the conversation. It was definitely about you, he figured that much from the wiggly happy dance. But what on earth were they buying you stuff for?

“You guys gave Y/N a suitcase?” He asked cluelessly.

“Yeah, why?” Remus inquired, eyebrows raised. “Is that not up to standard to the great James Potter?” He sarcastically asked, already expecting James to start gloating about whatever he got as a present for you.

“Well, if you guys have that much money in abundance to spend, save some for great pranks too,” James complained jokingly.

Sirius stared at James in confusion. “Huh?”

Peter tilted his head while examining James’ facial expression of confusion and then hesitantly asked. “James, did you forget about Y/N’s birthday?”

Time stopped for James, and he could hear his heart beat loudly, blood rushing to his ears as realization dawned on him, entirely to slowly.

“Merlin!” he loudly cursed, wide-eyed.

At his confession, Remus and Sirius’ jaws slacked. “You forgot!?” They shouted in unison.

Peter covered his ears at their yelling.

“Y/N!”

You turned your head, trying to find the source and halted in your step when your eyes landed on James who was frantically making his way through the hordes of students, crowding the corridor. He had been trying to find you since breakfast.

“Yes?”

James stopped in front of you, out of breath, a little flushed in the face and an apologetic expression adorned his face. You already knew what he was going to say and held up your hand to stop him in advance.

“I don’t need your apology,” you sighed out. James words died in his throat, and it took a moment for him to break out of it. “Love, I’m a right twit, I know.” He unintentionally shot you a defeated look with puppy eyes that you couldn’t help but melt for.

“How was your day yesterday?” was all you ended up asking as you continued making your way towards the library. You motioned with your head for him to follow you.

“I missed you,” James sincerely answered. He still pouted, seemingly upset, but all directed at himself of course. “I can’t believe I forgot,” he frowned. “I’ll work to be the greatest boyfriend again, I promise.” His eyes sparkled with determination, and you couldn’t suppress your amusement anymore, a smile lifting the corners of your lips.

“Well, you’re not off the hook yet, Potter.”

“Not the last name,” James whined. You shot him an unimpressed look that had him accept defeat.

“So, no kisses for you anymore,” you huffed for extra measure, in retaliation to his complaint.

“Wait what? You can’t do that, that’s so mean,” James immediately protested.

“For a week,” you added. “Forgetting about me yesterday was mean to me too.”

James’ hand made its way to intertwine with yours. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But this is still okay, right?”

You squeezed his hand. “It’s twelve o’clock right now. Do you want to have lunch first or study a little bit in the library?”

James gave you a bright smile. “Whatever you want.”

“I want you to choose,” you retorted.

“Lunch, please.”

James spent the following week almost draped over you. His entire body leaned into you, your hands always together, and every time he came in for a kiss, he reminded himself to respect your wishes, which left him burying his face in your neck instead.

It was Sunday and you hummed peacefully to yourself while you were sketching in the boys’ dorms, on James’ bed. You sat in the middle of his crossed legs, his arms were wrapped around your middle. His chin was rested on your shoulder which left him with the perfect view on your drawing in progress.

“I love you,” he quietly mumbled.

“I know, Jamie. I love you too,” you nudged him. James’ arms slipped away, and he moved away from you, you frowned at the loss of contact and warmth, leaning into the pillows behind you instead. “What are you-?”

James moved in front of you and nestled himself between your own crossed legs, back to your stomach, exchanging the position you had previously been in. He slouched a bit until his head leaned against your chest.

“My, you’re putty today, love,” you teased him softly. You closed your sketchbook and started untangling his curly hair.

“I’m really sorry I missed your birthday,” James whispered. You melted.

You chuckled and shrugged. “Sometimes things slip our mind. It just made me feel a little bummed out, that’s all.”

James hummed. “Well, I can promise you that I won’t forget about our anniversary though,” he said, voice filled with determination. You laughed. “That’s still a long time from now Jamie,” you mused.

“I’m already counting down the days so that there’s absolutely no way that I’ll forget it.”

“Hey James?”

James looked up at you.

“It’s twelve o’clock.”

James blinked twice and then a wolfish grin appeared as he practically jumped up and turned to face you, tackling you to bring you in for a kiss.

You groaned at the impact of your head against the wall behind you and James grinned sheepishly in apology before grabbing your hips and pulling you further down the bed to make space so he could finally press his lips to yours, all while completely melting into you and sighing in relief at the feeling.

And for two weeks, everything seemed to be perfectly fine. Until Rosalie joined the picture again, that is.

Dorcas sat next to you in class and elbowed you softly. “What’s up with James and that girl?” she whispered. You looked up from your notes and glanced at James who was nodding enthusiastically at a drawing that Rosalie was showing James. It was a portrait of him, and you couldn’t help but feel a pit in your stomach at how well she drew him.

Features that were so on point, up to the little details like the three tiny birthmarks that seem to disappear amidst his freckles and that one freckle on his upper lip that you often pressed an extra peck to. You knew that for such a detailed, accurate and hyper realistic drawing, Rosalie had probably spent a lot of time studying him up close.

You averted your attention back to Dorcas and forced a smile. “She’s their new Chaser,” was all you replied.

Dorcas sent another skeptical look in James and Rosalie’s direction but didn’t comment on it any further.

“Guess what, love?!” James burst into the common room where you and Remus were calmly reading. James skipped over to the couch you were sitting on and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“What?” you entertained him.

“I just made a deal with the kitchen elves and they’re going to cook us a candle lit dinner for our anniversary,” James triumphantly grinned from ear to ear as if he had just won the Quidditch cup.

Your eyes widened and you jumped up in excitement and disbelief. “How did you manage to do that?” You curiously pondered.

James puffed his chest. “A magician never reveals his secrets,” he secretively replied, and you huffed and swatted him with a laugh. “We’re all magicians here, James,” you pointed out with a pout.

James leaned down to press a kiss to your pouted lips. “Just enjoy dinner with me. It’s in three weeks.” He was not about to tell you that he made a deal with the elves to go and clean the kitchen every day after supper for three weeks.

“Thank you, James,” you said, voice muffled because you had your face buried in his neck, arms around him in a tight hug.

You were incredibly excited for your anniversary, having a surprise for him as well, as you managed to get him tickets to the Quidditch world cup.

You waited for James in the changing rooms, Gryffindor had just lost an important match to Slytherin, and you knew that James would be feeling down. The Gryffindor team walked in, and you got up from the bench you were seated on. When you found James, he immediately came in for a hug.

“You did great out there, love. I’m proud of you,” you whispered.

“But it wasn’t enough,” James frowned. “They’re just always better than us, it doesn’t even matter how much we practice, because in the end, we can’t beat them.”

You stroked his hair in a consoling manner.

“And what’s the point if we can’t bloody beat Slytherin,” James spat out in frustration. You threw Sirius a look over James’ shoulder.

“Don’t say that, Jamie. You’ve won the last two games, and you don’t have to win against them,” you tried. Apparently, that was not what James wanted to hear and you would later beat yourself up for seeming to discard his feelings.

James pulled away with a frown. “But it’s not enough!” You flinched at his loud tone. “I just want-, It’s,” he let out an aggravated sound. “You don’t understand, okay. The feeling of constantly losing to the same opponent, its-“ James was struggling to find the words and you tried to apologize, alarmed, and feeling guilty.

Rosalie showed up behind James and put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, we’ll get them next time, James. She just doesn’t get it because she’s not on the team.”

You felt hurt by her dismissive statement and wanted to retort when James agreed with her. “Exactly, Y/N, you don’t even play Quidditch, you don’t know what this feels like.”

Your heart sank in embarrassment and hurt, and your mouth formed an inaudible ‘oh’.

“Come on, Prongs. It’s not her fault we lost, don’t take it out on her,” Sirius moved to stand next to James and swatted him lightly. James sighed, closed his eyes, and pinched his nose.

“’m sorry, love. That was totally uncalled for,” he admitted, and he reached his arm for you to pull you back in for a hug. You subtly evaded his arm and swiftly moved yourself to the door.

“No, no. I actually need to go meet up with Peter, so uh. You guys have fun. And yeah,” you awkwardly did a mini wave with your hand towards the team and fled.

Sirius leaned in towards James. “Good job, mate.”

“Sod off.” You didn’t leave his mind at all for the rest of the night.

You were about to scream bloody murder when you were shaken awake in the middle of the night, but a hand covered your mouth and when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could vaguely make out your boyfriend.

“James?” you incredulously whispered. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing here?”

James motioned to his invisibility cloak. “Sleep with me?” He asked and gave you a pleading look. You folded and so you tripled to the boy’s dorms under the cloak and then nestled yourself in his arms. A leg draped over his while you two fell into a peaceful slumber.

James was once again looking everywhere for you. This time with a slight sense of dread instead of the usual excitement.

When he finally found you and saw that you were laughing along with Sirius, he hesitated. He was halfway through changing his mind on addressing the issue with you when you called out to him.

“Morning!” you said, and you slid a sandwich in his direction. “You missed breakfast today, everything okay?" You asked.

James glanced at Sirius, and he excused himself and then left.

“I know we were going to go to Hogsmeade for our anniversary, but Rosalie managed to get tickets to a Quidditch game of our favourite team, and we even get to meet them afterwards. Like I can ask them for tips on playing, it’s just such an opportunity…” He trailed off when he noticed your fallen expression, which you quickly tried to cover up.

“Hey, that sounds like an amazing opportunity,” you assured him because it was true.

“We’re still on for that candle lit dinner, though?” You tried to joke, but it came off more as an insecure question.

James immediately enveloped you in a big hug. “Of course we are, 10 o’clock in the evening and I promise I’ll make it up to you afterwards.”

You laughed quietly. “You better.”

Your eyes crinkled in laughter as the kitchen elves tried their best to cheer you up and keep you occupied while James was hopefully simply running late. But by the time it was one o’clock in the morning, you decided to call it a night and thanked the elves for teaching you two new dishes and chess.

On your way to the dorms, you heard hushed whispers around the corner. When you turned it, however, you saw it was empty, but you knew better. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, contemplating if you wanted to do this now or tomorrow.

“James,” you called out.

There was a beat of silence and then the invisibility cloak slid off to reveal James and Rosalie, sneaking back inside the castle.

“Love? What are you doing up at this hour-“ he stopped halfway through his sentence with a curse.

“Wait, Y/N, this is my fault, not James’,” Rosalie piped up, but you were done with her.

“Go.”

Rosalie shot James one last glance and when he didn’t look back at her, instead still frozen, attention focused on you, she scurried away.

“I lost track of time. We went to have drinks with the players and time flashed by so quickly and then I completely forgot. And then Rosalie got sick, so -“

“Stop talking about her for a moment.” James looked at you, confused.

“Every single time, it is always you and Rosalie. It’s always her.” You didn’t bother hiding your hurt feelings anymore.

“But what about me,” you whispered defeatedly.

James shook his head. “No, it’s not her. I swear it’s not. It’s bad timing.” he firmly stated. “This isn’t even her fault, it was me and my enthusiasm to go to the game, I-“

“Why do you keep defending her?” You cut him off, allowing tears to well up in your eyes. James bit his lower lip. “I’m sorry,’ he eventually admitted.

“Yeah,” you breathed out exhaustedly. “You always are, aren’t you? Just like you always promise to make it up to me.”

“I will,” he weakly defended. “We can go back to the kitchen right now, eat food, celebrate our anniversary,” his eyes desperately searched yours for forgiveness, but in the darkness of the castle, he couldn’t find any.

“I spent three hours in the kitchen already, I’ve eaten the great food that the elves prepared for me, and our anniversary has already passed,” you coldly stated.

James’ eyes averted to his own feet, ashamed.

You tightly shut your eyes for a moment. And basked in the silence. When you opened your eyes again, you took in James’ posture. He seemed so very small all of a sudden.

Then you walked straight past him, while he was still frozen in place. When you passed him, you halted next to him and turned your head towards him. “I really hope she’s worth it, James.”

This seemed to snap him out of it, and he turned around in a flash. “Wait!” he called out in panic and immediately lowered his voice. “You’re not breaking up with me, right?” His eyes were pleading, and he looked distraught.

You scoffed softly to yourself. “I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m tired, so I’m going to bed, or else I actually will,” you replied shortly and retreated to your dorm.

Sirius whistled when James entered the room and unknowingly started to rub salt right in James’ well-deserved wound. “One o’clock in the morning, damn Prongs. You two must’ve had fun in the kitchen. How was the food? Did you like the present? I helped her with that,” he boasted.

James shook his head, “I messed it up again, Padfoot.”

Sirius eyes squinted ever so slightly at James. “No way,” he ended up asking in disbelief.

James didn’t answer right away, and Sirius got up out of bed and approached James. Then he shoved him. “Tell me you showed up for your anniversary, Prongs.”

James who had been looking at the ground finally met Sirius eye to eye, tears pooling in his own eyes. “We just lost track of the time, and then Ro-“

“If you finish that sentence and it’s about Rosalie, I will hurt you, James Potter.”

James helplessly looked at Sirius. “But you guys have it all wrong. It’s not her fault-“

Sirius grabbed James by the collar and shook him for good measure. “Prongs, mate. Wake the bloody hell up, would you.” His eyes bore straight through James’.

“Rosalie fancies you. It’s as clear as day. She demands your attention at all times. Asks for Quidditch practice, specifically with you, for an entire day. She diminishes our Y/N’s value in front of everyone, is pretentious and makes it seem as if you two are more compatible. She tries so hard to have so many common things with you like her last name, and she literally has a sketchbook full of portraits of you, which is rather creepy. Besides, she fully knew you were supposed to be back by ten o’clock for your date. I get it man, it’s subtle, but you’re smarter than that.”

Sirius released James and sighed. “And worst of all, Prongs, is that you let it happen. And every time you do, she wins a little more until Y/N will stop playing this stupid game for you.”

James let Sirius’ words sink in and the more he thought about it, the more he realized how right Sirius was.

“I don’t do it on purpose, Pads. Believe me. I know everything looks terrible, but I didn’t realize it.” James took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes tiredly, and pulled a hand through his locks.

“I forgot her birthday, but it was just a busy day, and I don’t really have a choice as captain but to train the new players. A-and I immediately apologized to Y/N when I realized what a twat I was in the locker room. And I didn’t miss my anniversary for a date with another girl or anything, there was a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet people I’ve looked up to, and I know it looks bad together because Rosalie was involved in all those instances, but I never meant to hurt Y/N. You know I’m in love with her.”

James started pacing through the room. It was a miracle that the others hadn’t woken up yet.

“Okay, I believe you,” Sirius decided after consideration. “But maybe try properly explaining and apologizing to Y/N. And then confront Rosalie and tell her to sod off.”

James nodded. “Yeah, yeah okay. I’ll do that.” Sirius looked a little skeptically at James and then patted his shoulder before climbing back in bed, while James did the same.

He had almost fallen back asleep when James asked, “Do you think she’d forgive me?”

Sirius was quiet. He’d seen the hurt look on your face multiple times and had instead tried to keep your mind off of James whenever he saw you stare at James and Rosalie.

“I think she might break up with me, Sirius,” James whispered in a small voice. He couldn’t sleep, his mind was filled with guilt, distress and you.

“Go sleep James, we’ll figure it out in the morning.”

You took a deep breath before pushing through the grand doors of the Great Hall. You spotted the empty seat amongst the marauders and let your eyes slide across the Gryffindor table to look for James.

You found him talking with Rosalie, and you almost wanted to turn around and leave, when you spotted her sour face when he finally walked back to his seat. James wore a relieved expression and was greeted by the marauders with pats on the back in congratulations.

Sirius spotted you and waved you over, scooting over himself so you could squeeze in.

“Good morning,” you gratefully smiled at the boys and sat down. James absentmindedly loaded your favourite food on your plate out of habit and then hesitated. He hadn’t really dared look you in the eyes yet, still ashamed after lying awake all night, thinking of all the things he’d done.

When your stretched out hand appeared in his sight, he looked up and saw a kind expression on your face. He handed you the plate and relaxed a little.

“Sirius tells me you want to explain some things to me, so unless you have a date with Rosalie over there,” you gestured to the girl who was not looking happy. “We could talk after breakfast?”

James nodded eagerly, eyes wide. “Yes, please.” He stared at you, and almost frowned, wondering why you didn’t seem as angry as you did last night, or rather this early morning.

You noticed his stare and knew what he was thinking. “I told you; I was tired, upset and couldn’t deal with it then. But I’ve had a good night’s sleep. I have thought about everything and decided that I’m not going to rashly throw away two years of unconditional love and friendship between us, for things that I feel like you want to explain to me. It’s not so black and white in decisions when it comes to love and my love isn’t that fragile.”

“Thank you,” James breathed out, already feeling like crying.

“Don’t thank me, thank Pads, he is vouching for you,” you hummed. “But your explanation better be worth it. And that’ll be at least two weeks without kisses.”

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A Turn-Table

Summary: Azul's in quite the teasing mood. Too bad he can't take what he dishes out.

Notes: Flustered Azul my skrunkly poo darling

Azul seemed to be in the mood to tease you today. You could tell because he was currently snickering at your misery like he'd never seen anything funnier.

Okay, maybe that was a bit overdramatic. He was flirting with you, and was watching you lose your cool over it. Was it confusing that you couldn't handle his flirting despite the fact that you two were dating and he'd done it before? Maybe. But he didn't have to tease you about it!

He just laughed. Kept laughing, because of course he thought this was hilarious.

"My dearest," he said. "For all your beauty, I must admit your most adorable expression is that accompanied by your pinkened cheeks. I simply can't resist this, you know."

Why was he so damn confident? It wasn't fair!

"S-Shut up!"

"How cold!" He crooned, feigning offense. "But alas, I'll love you anyways. For you're a magnet, and it seems I'm a scrap of metal. Never repelled no matter what side of you I encounter."

Why was he so smooth? You couldn't handle this. Though, you had to admit, you didn't really mind.

"You know, since you've been struck silent, I might as well take the opportunity to tell you how much I desire the the sensation of your lips upon mine," he said, with a smirk that you would never admit rendered you even more flustered.

You couldn't help but feel a bit- odd, though. Didn't Azul deserve to be swept off his feet too?

You probably weren't very good at it, but you could try.

"You know, maybe, uh, maybe I'm the octopus in this relationship," you said, unable to help but cringe at yourself. Why were you doing this? "'Cause, c-considering how much pounding there is in my chest when I'm around you, there's, uh, there's no way I just have one heart in there."

That was the worst, most poorly-executed pickup line you'd ever heard. Hopefully Azul would feel merciful and decide to refrain from teasing you.

He didn't seem to laugh though, not even level you a deadpan look over you garbage line. Instead, his face flushed, eyes averted from yours.

Did- Did your pickup line actually work on him?

"Don't tease me," he said.

You could feel your jaw hand open in shock.

"T-That was a terrible line," you said. "And it got to you?"

Azul huffed, seeming defensive.

"I'm simply not used to people desiring me in any manner," he said.

What? Azul wasn't used to being desirable? True, you didn't initiate when it came to flirting as much as.you'd like to, but that was because: One, you sucked at it; and two, you always thought Azul was one of those guys everyone flirted with. He was the nigh-omnipotent Octavinelle housewarden, after all.

"But you're- you!" You said, gesturing at him vaguely. "You're smart, and you're hardworking, and you're so pretty it makes me go feral, and-"

"This is unnecessary," Azul said, now burying his face within his hands, and you couldn't help but grin.

You'd just found a weakness of his.

"What is?" You asked, patting him on the head both for the sake of teasing and because his hair was just irresistibly soft. "Me telling you how pretty you are? Or how cute you look when your face is scrunched up in concentration? Or when you-"

"Shut it already, you utter cretin!" Azul snapped, and you couldn't help but grin.

"You know, you sound more affectionate right now than when you call me 'darling'," you said, and he pouted.

"I assure you, I hold no affection towards any of- this behavior."

Was he- scared? That you'd make fun of him for wanting affection? No, no. That wouldn't do.

"I do, though," you said. "It's just too cute watching you get all flustered."

A high-pitched, squeaking noise, followed by silence.

"Azul?"

You just broke your boyfriend, didn't you?

Bonus:

"As prideful as Azul may seem, he actually holds himself in quite low regard, having never received anything but disparagement in the past, and therefore is easily affected by even the slightest traces of care from those outside of his family, simply due to the fact he's never received them before."

"..."

"Is something the matter?"

"Are you info-dumping to me about my boyfriend?"

Jade Leech was an- eccentric guy, to say the least.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #twst #twst azul #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #azul x you #jade cameo

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tashacee · 3 months

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Hi!!! You’re one of my favorites authors and I just wanted to drop a question!

So in your Mask!Wild series, I’ve counted Time with masks, Wind with a Korok mask, and ofc Wild with a mask, are there any other masks in the chain I’m missing? Not for the masquerade ball at least?

HI LAWN YOU'RE SO NICE OMG

And HMMMMMM MASKS YOU SAY? Well look what we have here....

Building Trust

Legend glared from his seat. It was well past midnight and he knew that at least a little of his anxiety would be settled by rest. But... not all of it.

He looked up. Warriors, the only one left awake, was waiting for a response, and much as Legend wanted to bite back a cutting response he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. But what to say? What was wrong? Nothing was wrong with Legend, it was just-

"It's Wild." he blurted all at once and then looked over at the closed door of the Champion's bedroom on instinct. Wars was looking at him in shock, so Legend hastened to explain. "I- i just. I don't know. I want to make him more comfortable and show him that I care. You know?"

He sighed and looked down at his hands again. "I... I don't know anything about wearing a mask. Hiding. I've always been... y'know. There. I used to be a pretty outgoing person and even now, i just... i don't know what to do. I don't ... know enough. About this."

For a long moment there was silence, and then-

“I… I had a mask once.” Warriors admitted quietly. He was fiddling with the edge of his scarf, staring determinately at the flagstone floor. The confident captain was gone - this was just warriors. Link. A young man who had been through more than anyone should.

“The… after the temple of souls I couldn’t take it. Didn’t want to go out. It always felt like she was watching me and it felt dirty. I started covering up. Big cloaks. Hats. Hoods. Wrapped my scarf round so it covered my face when I went out. Only my eyes were visible, the damn thing went up over my nose and everything. It was the middle of the summer too, I was sweltering and probably smelled pretty rancid but-“

He broke off with a laugh. “I just. I couldn’t take it any more. I didn’t want to be seen” He took in a shuddering breath and reached shakily for his water, sipping it slowly. He shook his head as he set it down.

“I bought the mask about a month after the temple. I wanted to wear it out but I knew the royal court would never accept it. The scarf up over my nose was one thing, but a full mask? Heh heh. They changed my name. My accent. I was already wearing the fancy ass rich boy mask they’d made me, they’d never accept that. But I wanted to. Hylia, I wanted to. I used to just. Stay in my room and stare at it. Trying to get up the courage to put it on.”

He laughed suddenly, shaking his head. “Then mask and the sailor found out. Little cretins. You ever tried explaining ‘body issues’ to a ten year old? He just looked at me and said ‘until you’ve been stuck as a tree, y’aint got issues’. And the little shit threw my mask in the fire. The gall of it!”

He paused, sighing. “I… still hid my face. In the scarf. For a long time after that. Took me going to therapy to sort it out. I- the thought of her seeing me, even after she was dead. It was a lot to handle. So yeah. I’ve… I’ve had experiences with masks.”

Legend stared. That was... a lot to take in. Like a lot. But he wasn't going to be sarcastic about it. Not with something so serious.

"What..." he cleared his throat. "What can I do to help then? Cause somehow i don't think throwing his mask in the fire is a good idea."

Wars snorted. "Fuck, no." he laughed and shook his head. "Time. Time and a safe space. And a metric shittonne of therapy, but somehow I don't think we can provide that."

Legend cracked a smile. "A safe space, huh? I think we can make that happen."

#it me #replies #linked universe #linked universe fic #lu #linked universe fanfic #mask!wild #finding family #my writing

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enviousjam · 10 months

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BEN: A clock is right four times a day, if you think about the minute hand and the second hand. Thank you… MARCUS: [laughs] BEN: The minute hand and the hour hand and the second hand- HENRY: No- BEN: It could be right six times a day! MARCUS: [still laughing] HENRY: No Kissel, no, I’m like, I’m literally about to start crying blood. It’s- BEN: No, if you think about- HENRY: No- BEN: The hour is correct, HENRY: It’s- they’re not two separate- ! BEN: So it’s 2 pm, and then it’s- HENRY: No, asshole, no no no- BEN: Fifteen minutes- HENRY: You can’t just say, no no no no no, it can’t just be- BEN: So, it could actually be right six times a day. MARCUS: [still laughing] HENRY: You are incorrect. BEN: And- HENRY: You are thinking about a clock completely wrong. A time is the coordination of the minute hand and- BEN: [laughs] Yes… MARCUS: All three! All three! Minute, hour- HENRY AND MARUCS: and second! HENRY: So it can only be twice! [overlapped talking] BEN: And individually, individually, they can also be correct. MARCUS: Well no, that would mean it would be correct 24 times in a day. HENRY: It is- BEN: Why. MARCUS: Becau- If you’re only counting the minute hand? BEN: No I’m not just counting the minute hand! HENRY: I… want… to retire, from the podcast. BEN: Well, hey, buddy. HENRY AND MARCUS: [laughing] BEN: Wait a couple of years, and then you can get whatever clock you want. I mean I dunno what kinda… HENRY: [wailing in anguish] BEN: Probably, maybe- HENRY: [wailing in anguish] BEN: Wanna get, probably, probably wanna get a clock that’s right more than two times a day. Idiot here… HENRY: [wailing in anguish] Oh, god, oh god! BEN: Cretin I guess.

#lpotl #last podcast on the left #this joke has been on my mind for days #env.typ #audio #long post

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glittervame · 2 months

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Thanks for asking

-Amortentia prompt-

This post is going to be part of the Hogmarch Fandom challenge by @thatdammchickennugget check it out if you want to know more! I didn't proofread so sorry for the spelling errors or if it doesn't make any sense, love ya! <3

Pansy Parkinsonx NB!Reader 1.5k words

Warnings: None

Y/n found themselves seated at a wooden table in the Potions classroom, their ink-stained fingers drumming nervously against the cool surface as they awaited their partner. The familiarity of the setting, the musty smell of old parchment and potion ingredients, was oddly comforting. But something felt off today.

The classroom door swung open, and a girl with raven-black hair, her eyes sparkling with mischief, glided in, her group of friends following after her. She took her seat across the room with a coy smile, adjusting her pale green robes. Y/n couldn't help but notice the way she fidgeted with her delicate gold bracelets, the same ones he'd seen her wear in every other class they'd shared.

Y/n tuned back in as the infamous Harry Potter walked through the door, “… to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all…” Slughoorn cuts himself off once he sees him, “Ah. Harry, old boy. I was beginning to worry.”

Harry hesitates, “I've got someone with me, I see.” He gestures to the red head beside him

“Ron Weasley, Sir.” the boy said awkwardly, the tips of his ears turning red, “I'm dead awful at potions, I'm menaced actually, so I'll probably just go.”

“Nonsense. We'll sort you out.” The professor laughs, “Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine. Get your books out.”

“Sorry, Sir, I haven't actually got my book yet. Nor does Ron.”

“Not to worry, then, get you one from the cupboard.” He gestures towards an old bookcase, “Now, as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be?” Y/n was holding a hand over their mouth trying to stifle the snickers coming from him as he watched Harry and Ron fight over the last remaining good book. “Yes, Miss…” Slughorn trails off not remembering her name.

“Granger, Sir,” she reminds, “That one there is Veritaserum, It's a truth-telling serum. And that one…” She states.

“Terribly tricky to make” Slughorn chimes in.

“And this is Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in the world, It's rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them.” She points to a pink potion, the fumes coming from it forming into hearts, “For example, I smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and spearmint toothpaste…” She breaths, backing away quickly

Intrigued Y/n breathed in, It was the smell wafting around in their classroom that got their heart to flutter, Dior perfume, nail polish, and a cretin type of cinnamon alcohol.

Slughorn nods, impressed at her knowledge, “Now, amortentia doesn't create actual love, that'd be impossible, but it does cause powerful infatuation or obsession. Whispers and giggles float around the room from the girls, discussing who they would use it on. “And for that reason, it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room.” he eyes the girls knowingly.

“Sir, you haven't told us what's in that one.” Y/n points out, looking at the vile with clear liquid.

“Ah, yes.” Slughor claps his hands together, “What you see before you, ladies and gentlemen, is a curious little potion known as Felix Felicis. But it is more commonly referred to as…” he raises a brow waiting for an answer. A hand shoots up, “Yes, Miss Granger?”

“Liquid luck.”

“Desperately tricky to make, disastrous should you get it wrong.” He nods, “One sip and you'll find that all of your endeavors succeed. At least until the effects wear off.” He chuckles, “So, this is what I offer each of you today.” He holds the tiny vile up, “One tiny vial of liquid luck to the student who, in the hour that remains manages to brew an acceptable draft of Living Death. Recipes for which can be found on page 10 of your books.” He gestures to their tables, ”You should not doubt however: Only once did a student manage to brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim this price. Nevertheless, good luck to you all. Let the brewing commence.”

The professor paired them up for the brewing exercise, and to their surprise, Y/n found themselves partnered with Pansy Parkinson. They exchanged a brief nod before gathering their ingredients and supplies. As they began to work together, they found themselves growing more comfortable with each other. Pansy was surprisingly knowledgeable about potions, and Y/n's experience with brewing seemed to come in handy.

Despite their initial reservations about being partnered with her, Y/n couldn't help but find Pansy rather fascinating. Her obsessive fiddling with her bracelets and the way she'd stare off into space, lost in her own thoughts, made her seem mysterious and intriguing. And when she'd catch them staring, she'd blush ever-so-slightly, adding an extra layer of interest.

They worked together seamlessly, measuring ingredients and stirring the pot with practiced ease. As they did so, they chatted about their favorite books and subjects, discovering that they had more in common than they'd ever imagined. Even Pansy's pet peeve about people relating her name to the flower, didn't seem quite so annoying anymore as Y/n blinked up at her, asking the question.

"Oh, well, it's just… people always assume that I'm this delicate, fragile flower, when I'm really not." Pansy huffed, adjusting her bracelets. "My sister, on the other hand, she's the real flower. Always has been. I was just named after my grandmother." She shrugged, as if it didn't bother her as much as it used to. "Anyway," she continued, her voice softening, "what do you like to do for fun?"

Y/n paused for a moment, considering her answer. "Well, I enjoy reading, of course. I'm a bit of a bookworm, really. And I like to hang out with my cat in the library." he smiled, feeling a bit more at ease with Pansy. "And I'm also quite good at Quidditch, I play for my house team."

"That's impressive." Pansy smiled back, seeming genuinely interested. "I've always wanted to try Quidditch, but my parents don't approve. They say it's too dangerous." She sighed, looking a little wistful. "Anyway, enough about me. Tell me more about your cat. What's her name?"

As they continued to work together, they found themselves becoming even closer. The hour flew by, and before they knew it, their potion was complete. They were both rather proud of their work, and even Professor Slughor had to admit that it was quite good. As they presented their concoction to him, he smiled and nodded. "Excellent work, both of you. It seems that I'll have to find a new challenge for next time."

After class, Y/n found themself lingering behind, unsure of whether they should just leave or not. Pansy seemed to sense their hesitation and turned to face them. "Well, this was fun," she said with a small smile. "Do you want to hang out sometime, maybe? You know, outside of class?"

Y/n felt a blush creep up their cheeks and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds like fun." They glanced around, suddenly self-conscious. "Um, I mean, if you're not busy or anything."

Pansy laughed softly, shaking her head. "I'm hardly ever busy. I'd love to hang out." She paused, looking thoughtful. "How about we meet up in the library tomorrow afternoon? We can talk more about Quidditch and I get to meet your cat, if you want."

Y/n grinned. "That sounds perfect." They exchanged contact information and parted ways, both with a spring in their step. As they headed back to their common room, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling up inside. They'd made a new friend, and it felt like the start of something wonderful.

The next day, they met up in the library as planned. Pansy was already there, sitting at a table near the window, fiddling with her bracelets as she waited. Y/n waved at her as they entered, causing Pansy to look up and smile. "Hey," she said warmly, gesturing for them to join her. They sat down across from each other, feeling a bit more at ease now that they were out of class.

As they talked about their favorite Quidditch players and their favorite artists, Y/n's cat, Sapphire, curled up in pansy's lap, purring contentedly. Pansy seemed to enjoy petting her, and they found themselves laughing as Sapphire batted at her bracelets playfully. The afternoon flew by as they lost themselves in their conversation, not realizing how late it had gotten until Madam Prince began to shoo them out.

"Hey, it was really fun hanging out with you," Pansy said, giving Y/n a genuine smile. "Do you want to hang out again soon?"

"I'd love to," Y/n replied, feeling a blush creep up their cheeks. "Maybe we could go to Hogsmeade together sometime?"

Pansy's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "That sounds like fun! There is a new store near Honey Dukes. When do you want to go?" she asked, already planning their outing.

Y/n thought for a moment before nodding. "How about next weekend? I'm free on Saturday. we could go before the Quidditch match" They smile, making sure they had each other's schedules. As they said their goodbyes and headed back to their respective common rooms, they couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within them.

The next few days passed by quickly, and before they knew it, it was Saturday. Y/n had woken up early, eagerly anticipating their trip to Hogsmeade with Pansy. They spent the morning carefully choosing their outfit, making sure it was both stylish and comfortable for Quidditch. Once they were ready, they met Pansy in the common room, and together they headed down to breakfast.

Breakfast was a lively affair, with many students discussing their plans for the day. Y/n couldn't help but feel a bit envious as they overheard conversations about parties and dates. They glanced over at Pansy, who was sitting across from them, and smiled. She caught their gaze and winked, giving them a reassuring smile. It was nice to know that they had someone they could rely on and look forward to spending time with.

After breakfast, they headed to the entrance of Hogsmeade, where a group of students was already forming a queue. Y/n couldn't help but feel a little nervous as they waited for their turn to go through the barrier. They kept glancing over at Pansy, who seemed completely unfazed by the whole thing. Finally, it was their turn, and they stepped through the barrier, feeling a brief thrill as they were officially in Hogsmeade.

The village was bustling with activity, and the air was filled with the scent of freshly baked goods and sweet treats. Pansy led them down the main street, pointing out various shops and landmarks. They stopped at a small café for a quick bite to eat, enjoying a warm cup of tea and some butterbeer before continuing on their way.

As they wandered around, they found themselves drawn to a small, quaint store that Pansy had mentioned earlier. The windows were adorned with colorful scarves and hats, and a warm glow emanated from within. "This is it," Pansy said with a grin, pushing open the door and stepping inside.

Inside, the store was even more charming than it had appeared from the outside. The walls were lined with shelves, each one overflowing with an array of colorful scarves and hats. A petite, red-haired woman stood behind the counter, chatting amiably with a group of students. She broke away from them when she saw Pansy and waved them over. "Hello, Pansy! How lovely to see you again. Is this your friend?"

"Yes, this is Y/n," Pansy replied, gesturing for her to come forward. "They've been wanting to check out your shop."

Y/n smiled shyly and stepped up to the counter. The woman smiled back at them, her green eyes twinkling with warmth. "Well, you've come to the right place. My name is Luna, and I own this little boutique. Let me know if you need any help finding anything in particular."

As Y/n began to browse, Pansy and Luna chatted amiably beside them. They could hear Pansy telling Luna about their Quidditch practices and the upcoming match, while Luna shared stories about her own time at Hogwarts and the adventures she'd had since then. The sound of their voices created a cozy, familiar atmosphere that made Y/n feel right at home.

Eventually, they found a scarf that caught their eye - a soft, burgundy wool with gold threading throughout. They held it up to their neck, admiring the way it draped, and then glanced over at Pansy for her opinion. She smiled at them encouragingly, so they turned back to Luna and asked her the price.

Luna told them the price, and Y/n reached into their pocket, pulling out enough money to cover it. As they handed the money to Luna, they couldn't help but notice a small, intricately carved pendant hanging from her neck. It was beautiful, with delicate swirls and curves that seemed to move whenever she turned her head. They couldn't help but be drawn to it, and before they knew it, they were asking her about it.

"Oh, this old thing?" Luna said with a laugh. "It was a gift from my grandmother. She was a traveler, and she used to tell me stories about all the places she'd been and the people she'd met. I've had it ever since she passed away." She paused, a distant look in her eyes, before continuing. "You know, sometimes I think we find things that are more than just objects. They become part of our story, part of who we are."

Y/n nodded, feeling a warmth spread through them as they listened to Luna speak. They couldn't help but wonder what kind of stories Luna's grandmother must have told her, and they found themselves wishing they could hear them for themselves. As they continued to chat, Pansy occasionally threw in a comment or a question, but for the most part, they remained focused on Luna and her stories.

Eventually, they finished browsing and paid for their scarf. Luna wrapped it up carefully and handed it to them, along with a small business card. "If you ever need anything else, or if you just want to chat, feel free to come back. I'm always here." Y/n thanked her and promised that they would.

As they left the shop, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Pansy led them to a small teahouse where they could sit and enjoy the view while they relaxed. They ordered some tea and a few treats, and for a while, they simply sat in comfortable silence, content to soak up the warmth and the atmosphere of the village.

"So," Pansy finally said, breaking the silence, "did you like Luna's shop?"

Y/n nodded. "It was wonderful. I loved her stories and the way she talked about her grandmother. And her shop felt so cozy" - they gestured around at the tea house, where the last of the sunlight painted the walls and the cups of tea they'd ordered glowed warmly - "it was like stepping into a little piece of her world." They took a sip of their drink and continued, "I might have to come back sometime and see if she has any more interesting things to share."

Pansy grinned. "I bet she does. Luna's always got a story or two up her sleeve. And she's got quite the collection of interesting trinkets and baubles in her shop too. You never know what you might find." They paused, looking out at the view of the village, the houses lit up against the darkening sky. "Speaking of which, do you want to go back to the shop and see if there's anything else you like before we head back to school?"

Y/n considered the offer for a moment, then shook their head. "No, I think I'm good for now. But thanks for suggesting it. It's nice to know that I have someone like Luna who I can talk to when I need a break from everything." They took another sip of their tea and leaned back in their chair, feeling a contented warmth spread through them. "I think this trip was just what I needed."

They sat in silence for a while longer, enjoying the last of the light and the peaceful atmosphere of the village. Eventually, Y/n stood up stretching, "we best be going now if you want to watch the Quidditch game" they said, glancing at Pansy. They picked up their empty tea cups and set them down on a tray, nodding to the server as they passed by.

The two of them made their way back through the village, the familiar scent of autumn leaves and wood smoke hanging in the air. As they neared the school, the energy in the air began to shift, and they could hear the faint cheers and chants coming from the Quidditch pitch. Pansy led Y/n to a section of the stands that was relatively empty, giving them a good view of the field. They settled in, watching as the game got underway.

The two teams were evenly matched, Slytherin and Gryiffindor, and the players were skilled and determined. The game was fast-paced and exciting, with the score seesawing back and forth. Y/n found themselves getting caught up in the excitement, cheering along with the crowd as their favorite players soared through the air on their brooms. Pansy, on the other hand, seemed to be more interested in watching Y/n's reactions than the game itself.

As the match wore on, the tension in the air grew palpable. The crowd roared their approval whenever a player made a particularly impressive move, and groaned in disappointment when their team lost possession of the Quaffle. The snitch, a tiny golden ball that was the real prize of the game, remained elusive, darting in and out of the action, just out of reach of any of the seekers.

Finally, with only a few minutes left on the clock, the snitch appeared high above the field. The crowd held their breath as the two seekers took to the air, racing after the tiny ball. It was a nail-biting finish, but in the end, the Slytherin seeker managed to capture the snitch, winning the game for their team. The crowd erupted in cheers as the players took their bows and the Slytherin captain lifted the Quidditch Cup triumphantly into the air.

Pansy turned to Y/n with a grin. "Well, that was a great game, wasn't it? I'm glad you could enjoy it. You've got a lot of talent for Quidditch, you know. Maybe you should try out for the team next year."

Y/n blushed at the compliment. "Oh, I don't know about that. I'm just here to have fun and watch the games." They glanced back out at the field as the crowd began to disperse. "But it's true, the Slytherins played really well. They deserved to win."

As they made their way back to the castle, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The air grew colder, and the stars began to twinkle in the velvety black sky. Y/n shivered slightly, wishing they could stay out a bit longer. "I can't believe it's almost winter," they said wistfully. "I hope we get more days like this before the snow starts falling."

Pansy smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, there's still plenty of time for that. And who knows, maybe you'll find another way to enjoy the winter weather. You never know." They paused, then added, "Speaking of which, there's actually a Yule Ball coming up soon. It's not exactly Quidditch, but it's a fun way to spend an evening. Maybe you'd like to go with me?"

Y/n considered the offer, feeling a flicker of excitement in their chest. They'd heard about the Yule Ball before, but had never really thought of attending. "I'd like that," they said with a small smile. "Thanks for asking, Pansy."

#fypシ #y/n #writing prompt #pansy #Pansy Parkinson x reader #fluff #harry potter fandom #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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the angst series...

part three

Gwen and Aria’s POV:

“I don’t know whether i’m mentally stable enough to watch todays episode, you know?” Aria questioned, sitting down with a coffee to keep her as wide awake as possible.

“Ari, you’re never mentally stable enough.” Gwen replied.

“True, but we are going to find out whether Harry and Y/N recouple today.”

“I feel sick. I need to understand them both, though, before I forgive and forget. Yo—”

“Shut up it’s starting.” Aria hit Gwen to be quiet, both settling down as the credits rolled.

The lights were switched on in the bedroom and everyone immediately put their sunglasses on so it didn’t blind them as bad.

Before Y/N could put on their sunglasses it was evident that they had been crying, due to the puffy eyes and the dark under-eye circles.

“This is going to be a hard day for Y/N.” Gwen said sadly.

“Don’t jinx it.”

Y/N remained laying underneath the covers as everyone else began stretching and getting out of bed for the beginning of the day.

Harry was filmed waking up next to Davide and he too had puffy eyes, with red circles under his eyes from rubbing too hard. He put his sunglasses on too, not because it was bright but because he didn’t want anyone asking questions right now.

“Good nights rest?” Davide asked Harry.

“Not really man, no.” Harry ran a stressed hand through his hair, sighing a small sigh because of how little energy he had left in him.

“We’ve all had better days, man, and we all have better days ahead of us too.” Davide said whilst he stretched to get out of bed.

“Alright. Steady on Davistotle.” Aria joked, making Gwen laugh.

“Ah, Davide. Legend.”

Harry got out of bed too and wandered into the main bedroom, so he could get to the bathroom. It was going to be a long day, he could feel it, but he also wasn’t giving up so easily.

He would find a way back to Y/N, just like he promised a week ago when Y/N was nearly coupled up with Davide. Harry was not the kind of man to break his promises and he definitely wasn’t going to give up on Y/N like they meant nothing to him. What Harry and Y/N have between them and Harry’s job of the day was to relight that spark and remind them both of why there was no one else, in this world, but them.

Antigoni was filmed getting into bed beside Y/N, who still hadn’t moved. She got underneath the covers and faced Y/N so they were nose to nose, wanting to speak to her best friend and understand what was wrong.

She knew Y/N had the tendency to shut everyone out when they were afraid of their own feelings, but that couldn’t happen in here because she would just get walked all over and Y/N deserved more than that.

Antigoni moved the sunglasses off Y/Ns eyes briefly, confirming what she thought about Y/N crying. Antigoni put the glasses back out of respect and kept close to Y/N.

“You deserve better than this.” Antigoni started by saying.

“I’m not so sure.”

“How so?”

“I-I broke up with Harry last night. I e-ended it a-and i’ve successfully pushed the one person that mattered the most away from me.”

“And why did you do that, hm?”

“Because he wouldn’t listen to me when I explained that I didn’t want space. And I-I knew that space would probably make us grow apart and we’d probably grow to hate each other and we’d probably end up breaking it off anyways.” Y/N huffed.

“Babe, Y/N. You know I love you right?” Antigoni asked and Y/N nodded in response. “But you are an absolute cretin.”

“Hahaha.” Aria laughed out loud.

“Yes Queen Antigoni.” Gwen laughed too.

“Wha—”

“You broke up with the one guy who was finally treating you right, because of some hypothetical bullshit that you know, somewhere deep down, would never have happened. Because that man loves you, Y/N, he really fucking does. No, shut up, I’m speaking. He wanted to give you space because you were both moving like Millennium Falcon hyper-speed fast, but did you ever stop to think maybe he had a reason for that? Other than the crappy one he gave you originally?”

“Damn. She told them straight.” Gwen sat back in awe over Antigoni and wondering whether she would ever find her on Tinder.

Y/N stayed silent for a moment, before rolling onto her back and pushing the sunglasses off their head. Y/N looked back to Antigoni, who had her eyebrows raised at them.

“Oh fuck.” Y/N finally said.

“Yeah, oh fuck.” Antigoni smiled, thankful that she’d gotten through to Y/N finally.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N continued, pushing the duvet back and sitting up straight.

“What are you doing?” Antigoni asked, wanting to know their plan before it was executed.

“I’m going to stop saying fuck over and over again and I’m going to fix my cretin self and my bullshit problems.”

Y/N INTERVIEW:

“I’m fed up with moping around, I’m better than that. I’ve been an idiot and will continue to be unless I fix this tension between Harry and I. I’m determined to fix it.”

“That smile of Y/Ns actually looked genuine for once.” Gwen said happily.

“Let’s not forget about what we saw in the preview yesterday though.” Aria reminded Gwen.

“Hey, don’t shit on the parade just yet.”

•••••••

There was a group of people in the kitchen, making breakfast and chatting.

Y/N was filmed making a coffee - black.

PAIGE INTERVIEW:

“I noticed Y/N making a black coffee this morning, even though she can’t stand the taste of them.”

Aria and Gwen questioned where this could be going, before it clicked and they started squealing.

Harry was the only one in the bedroom upstairs getting changed after breakfast to go and do his morning workout.

Y/N was filmed walking up the stairs and tripped once, accidentally, standing still for a moment to let the dizziness pass. They had been feeling this way since last night.

As Y/N walked into the bedrooms Harry was there spraying deodorant under his armpits. Y/N had to blush and look down at their feet to keep Harry from seeing her cheeks. Y/N walked over to Harry and handed him the portable coffee cup with the napkin.

“What’s this for?” Harry asked, trying not to breathe in that heavenly scent of shampoo Y/N uses otherwise he wouldn’t be able to contain himself maturely.

“Uh, well, I know you only like a black coffee in the mornings and for some reason refuse to now drink them unless I make them. So… yeah, also, um, maybe it’s a peace offering?”

Harry nodded, looking at the coffee and then back to Y/N.

“Okay. Thanks.” Was all he said, but that’s all Y/N was expecting him to say.

Y/N wasn’t very good at opening up their emotions and Harry knew that, so for her to come and deliver a coffee, just the way he likes it, after what happened last night felt like a very big deal.

Harry was proud of Y/N, in fact.

Y/N smiled politely and walked in the general direction of the door again.

“Your not grafting, are you?” Harry had to ask.

“I just broke up with you last night, Harry.” Y/N said.

“Y’don’t have to remind me.” Harry mumbled under his breathe.

“It’s just a coffee, okay?”

“No. Not okay.”

“What is bothering you?” Y/N asked, ever so stupidly.

“What’s bothering me is that you broke up with me last night, after two days of officially being together, and now you’re bringing me coffee as if none of that ever happened?” Harry exclaimed.

“Just take the fucking coffee Sir.” Gwen shouted at the TV screen.

“Jesus.” Aria looked at Gwen with concern over her outburst.

“Sorry. It’s just, I don’t like it when my parents fight.”

“I’m bothered, because I seem to be more affected by this than you are. You don’t seem upset in the slightest?” Harry said loudly and Y/N was thankful that everyone was outside already.

“Not upset in the sligh— Harry I didn’t go to sleep last night because I was so fucking angry and upset. I was pissed off with you for pushing me away with this goddamn space bullshit and then I was upset for having to break my, and your, heart like I did.”

Y/N stepped towards Harry and pointed at him angrily whilst they told him what was what.

Gwen and Aria couldn’t help but both grin at their screen because even though they were shouting at each other, it seemed beneficial to both of them to just let it all out.

“Then why did you do it?”

“Because you wanted space, because I was too clingy and needy!” Y/N flapped their arms at their sides.

“Hang on. I never said that to you. Not once.” Harry argued back.

“Tanya told me,” Y/N caught Harry rolling his eyes and sighing loudly as soon as the word ‘Tanya’ left their lips, “that you broke up with her because she was too needy and clingy. I couldn’t help but think you were pushing me away for the same reasons. O-or that you were trying to let me down gently so that when you broke up with me y—”

“Broke up with you?” Harry interjected.

“Well what else was I supposed to think when you’re pushing me away?” Y/N shouted and stepped closer again, Harry put down his coffee so he could flail his arms around too as if it would define his message.

“You’re supposed to trust me.” Harry breathed heavily and Y/Ns chest was rising rapidly too. With so much tension in the air you could bite it and leave teeth marks in the air. “You’re a fucking idiot for listening to what Tanya had to say.”

“Why?”

“Because I broke up with her because she cheated on me with my best-friend. So I’m sorry for pushing you away, slightly, because I was protecting my own heart. I’m sorry for pushing you away so we could slow down our pace so we don’t end up rushing anything. I’m sorry—”

“I get it! I fucked up!” Y/N shouted and then took a deep breathe so her next words came out quiet and calm, “And I’ll regret my choice every day now, but it’s what I deserve. A-and I’m okay if you hate me and don’t want me to bring you coffees and—”

“Just shut up, alright?” Harry quickly said and ran his hand over his jaw tightly. “Yeah, you fucked up, but so did I. I should’ve communicated better. I should’ve looked out for you more. Yes it was your choice - a stupid fucking choice - but it’s not what you deserve. You deserve a good kind of love, Y/N/N.”

“Doesn’t help my situation that I fell in love with you.” Y/N admitted.

“AAGKHSFGF.” Gwen stood up from her chair.

Aria spilt coffee down her white shirt whilst she sat up in panic. Both girls remained quiet as their favourite couple kept on talking things through.

Harry chuckled lightly and stepped forwards to stroke some strands of hair off and away from Y/Ns forehead. Y/N warmly smiled at the touch, reminiscing all the moments that had felt like this one.

“What?” Y/N asked, whilst he was still smiling. “I just told you I’m in love with you and you’re laughing? You could just as easily tell me you don’t fee the same way, instead of laug—”

Harry cut Y/N off by grabbing their cheeks and bringing their lips together. Harry pushed all of his heart into the kiss, trying to hold back the tears from falling because he hated how much he had missed these lush and soft lips of Y/Ns.

Y/N didn’t register at first, but quickly found their movement and pushed themselves further into Harry so their lips would tangle deeper and deeper. Y/N reached to scrunch the back of Harry’s hair like they knew he liked and he hummed in delight at how good it felt to feel that again.

They titled their heads to the side, moving their lips in sync and not breaking apart for even a single breathe. They would’ve carried on all day, but Y/N had questions and also had made themselves dizzy from so much kissing.

“You going to explain?” Y/N kicked their lips, tasting Harry’s minty toothpaste on them.

Their faces stayed close together and Harry’s hand on Y/Ns lower back kept her exactly where he wanted.

“You love me too.” Harry whispered, slightly in awe of you in this moment.

“Too? D-does that mean, um, that y-you love me?” Y/N stumbled of their words, waiting for her brain to catch up with what was happening right now. Harry kissed away the crease lines between her furrowed eyesbrows, before putting his hands under her ass to hoist them up and around his waist. “Woah!”

“Sorry? Was I not clear enough for you? Yes, of course I fucking love you. You’re an absolute pain in my arse, but I wouldn’t wish on the last shooting star to be with anyone else.”

Y/N’s face was a little higher than Harry’s now and this is exactly how Harry felt all the time. Y/N being his angel from above, sent down to do one thing and that was to love him always. He could cry that at long last he had gotten her to admit that.

“Are y’glad I brought you that coffee now?”

“Just shut up, you, and come kiss me.” Harry chuckled, bringing in Y/Ns face to plant his lips back home.

Y/N INTERVIEW:

Laughing to herself before speaking, “Ahhh. What a day.”

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“Honestly, I can’t stop smiling.”

•••••••••

Y/N and Harry were filmed walking outside and Y/N turned to head for the sun beds whilst Harry headed for the gym.

Antigoni lowered her sunglasses as she watched Y/N approach with a shit-eating grin on their face. Paige sat up too when Antigoni tapped her leg. Antigoni had asked Y/N whether she could tell Paige what was happening, because Paige really cared for Y/N too and deserved to be kept in the loop. So she did.

“Tell us everything. No detail spared.” Paige laughed as Y/N giddily joined them both, sitting on Paige’s sun bed with her.

“What happened up there? You were gone for ages?” Antigoni stressed.

“We kissed?” Y/N said, shrugging their shoulders like it was no big deal.

“Shut. Up.” Paige said, grabbing one of Y/N’s hands to squeeze out the excitement like a lemon being juiced.

“Same girl.” Aria said.

“Are you serious?” Antigoni asked, taking Y/Ns other hand.

“And we told each other we love each other.” Y/N grinned, before biting their lip to hold back a squeal.

“What?!” Paige exclaimed, covering her mouth afterwards with her free hand because she had drawn attention. Y/N looked over to where Harry was in the gym and caught him looking their way, smiling brightly as if Y/N was the sun herself.

“Did you guys talk?” Antigoni asked, knowing that was the most important bit.

“Talked? More like screamed and shouted.” Y/N laughed and the two girls squealed in excitement for Y/N.

“I knew you two wouldn’t last a day without each other.” Antigoni reassured Y/N. “I was worried though.”

“No. We’re really good now. If anything, I think it’s made us stronger.”

“I want to deep fry my heart because I because will never experience love like this.” Gwen sighed dramatically.

“I’ll marry you if no one else will.” Aria said quickly. Perhaps… a little too quickly.

“I know.” Gwen smiled.

“So.. are you like boyfriend and girlfriend?” Paige asked.

“No. No, we talked and decided that we’re going to take it slow again. We’re going to treat this like it would be a relationship in the outside world, y’know? Because we aren’t worried about being torn apart like that anymore. We love each other and I couldn’t wish for anything more.”

“But babes, normal people say they love each other after they’re officially together?” Antigoni said.

“I know, I know. We’re just not fussed with labels for now. They’re too much pressure. Plus Harry wants to ask me at the top of the Eiffel Tower with a bunch of sunflowers and a box of crappy chocolates.” Y/N said and they all cooed over Harry.

“That’s so specific.”

“It’s because he wants to be that extra boyfriend who has a good story to tell to his kids when he’s older.” Y/N rolled their eyes.

“You’ve already got a good story.” Antigoni squeezed Y/Ns hand and Y/N tucked their head onto their shoulder to hide from blushing.

“I know.”

“Oh my God. I hope they accept my adoption papers when they leave the villa.” Gwen said and Aria knew that wasn’t a joke.

“Gwen, babes, they’d love you but not that much.” Aria had to break her naïve heart.

ANTIGONI INTERVIEW:

“Obviously so happy for both of them, but if Harry breaks my Y/Ns heart again I will make him regret it. I mean, I don’t know how, but?” Antigoni laughed.

The girls were talking about nothing really when the sound of someone’s phone went off.

“I’ve got a text!” Tanya shouted. “Tanya, it’s time to go on a date with two guys of your choice. #withaseaview #doubledates.”

Ekin-Su, Indiyah and Tasha cheered, but Y/N and Antigoni rolled their eyes whilst Paige politely smiled. The boys looked attentive as Tanya looked around to see who she’d want to go on a date with.

“She’ll pick Harry.” Y/N rolled their eyes.

“Yeah, but Harry literally won’t give a fuck whilst he’s on it.” Antigoni reassured Y/N and they nodded in agreement.

“I would like to go on a date with Davide,” Tanya pretended to pause to think, “and Harry please.”

“If she even breathes on Harry…” Aria threatened Tanya with nothing.

“We will cause an uprise.” Gwen finished her sentence for her, earning a satisfied nod off Aria.

Y/N looked over to where Harry had put down his weights and was standing with his hands folded over his chest in a grump. He looked over towards Y/N and pouted sadly.

“I love you.” He mouthed. Y/N nodded and mouthed the same words back to him.

“Ew you two are so gross.” Antigoni pretended to throw up and Y/N playfully hit her.

•••••••

The dates were on the beach.

A table had been set up where there were two glasses of champagne and some chocolate coated strawberries.

Davide and Tanya’s date had been first. They fed each other strawberries and had clinked glasses an annoying amount of times. Davide admitted to having a nice time, but she still just wasn’t his type. Their conversations had been fun and flirty, however, so that was something.

Next was Tanya and Harry’s date - that Harry was not looking forwards to at all.

“So how are you?” Tanya asked, after kissing Harry on both his cheeks. Harry wouldn’t even deny the fact that he didn’t attempt to kiss her cheeks in return. He was utterly furious with the rumours that she had been spreading and as a result had hurt Y/N.

“Brilliant but also not so great, really.” He admitted, not bothering with the champagne.

“Look at Harry, so chill.” Aria said, referring to the way Harry was slouched back in his chair with his arms folded over his chest. His body was even facing towards the sea rather than Tanya.

“He’s so petty I love it.” Gwen added.

“He has every right to be.”

“Still denying that things could work out between us?” Tanya danced her eyebrows.

“I honestly don’t even know what I saw in you in the first place.” Harry scoffed, “And now that you’ve changed, by a lot, I mean.. It’s an even bigger no.”

“Changed? What do you mean?”

“Oh give over, Tanya. The hair extensions and the lip fillers and breast implants. I mean, I’m all for people wanting to change their bodies, safely, if they’re doing it for themselves but you and me both know you did this for me.” Harry explained.

“Shit.” Gwen cringed awkawrdly.

“But you didn’t like me when we were together?” Tanya said confused.

“Yeah, because you cheated on me with my best friend.” Harry laughed because of how dense this conversation was.

“So it had nothing to do with my appearance?”

“I never once made you feel like you weren’t pretty enough for me, but I’m sorry if you thought so. You know I’m a simple guy and I don’t need all the extras to impress me. I’m sorry if that’s what you thought would win me back, but it seems like you wasted both your time and your money.”

It was silent for a few moments and the ocean waves were the only thing that filled the void of silence.

“So you like Y/N then?” Tanya asked, swirling her glass around in her hand whilst she thought about how to bring this conversation back to a civilised level.

Harry cleared his throat. “Yeah. Well, more than like actually.”

“You love her?”

“Very much, yeah.” Harry nodded and grinned like a little kid being offered Halloween candy.

Tanya let a laugh escape her nose and took a drink from her glass. Harry stayed looking out at the ocean and wondering what life would be like out there with Y/N. Would Y/N enjoy a cruise with him? Or maybe even just a yacht where it can just be the two of them - alone - taking on the world?

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Harry questioned what that meant.

“I’ll back off.”

Aria and Gwen looked at each other with confusion.

“You’ll back off?”

“Are you just going to repeat everything I say? Yes, Harry, I’ll back off. I get that I’m a bitch sometimes - okay, a lot of the time - but I do actually care for you enough to not want to screw over your happiness.”

Harry pouted and nodded firmly. “Thank you, Tanya.”

Then it cut back to the villa, because it was clear there was nothing else to say between the two of them.

TANYA INTERVIEW:

“Yeah so the date with Davide was charming. Very flirty and fun. I enjoyed it. The date with Harry went exactly as I thought it might, but it worth me shooting one more shot. Obviously, I said I’d back off but I also never said that’s me completely done with him.”

“Oh I knew that was too good to be true.” Aria groaned.

“She was so close to becoming a misunderstood villain, but no. She is literally the villain.” Gwen wanted to throw a baseball bat at the TV so hard that it went straight through and landed on Tanya’s face.

DAVIDE INTERVIEW:

“It was a nice, uh, date, but I don’t think Tanya is quite my type.”

HARRY INTERVIEW:

“I’m taking everything Tanya said with a pinch of salt, because I still don’t trust her like she thinks I do.”

“Good boy Harry.” Gwen cheered.

The villa was buzzing when they all came back, wanting to hear the gossip from the dates.

The girls went over to the fire pit to talk and the boy remained in the kitchen.

“So how was it?” Ekin-Su asked.

“Both were really good dates. I had a lot of fun on both.” Tanya smirked, biting her lip to what she though was seductive.

“Which date was better?” Paige asked.

“Definitely the one with Harry.”

“Bullshit!” Aria screamed. “Y/N it’s all bullshit!”

“Ari... I don’t think they can hear you.” Gwen blinked awkwardly at her best friend, who was panting like they’d just run a marathon.

“Oh really, why?” Tasha asked, intrigued just like everyone else.

Then Tanya went and said something that was across the line.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” She bit her lip and Y/N jumped up from their seat, having heard enough.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Aria ended up having a coughing fit because it was so intense.

“You kissed him? Or he kissed you?” Y/N demanded, walking over to Tanya but Antigoni shot up too and held Y/N back. Everyone knew Y/N wasn’t a violent person but no one knew what Tanya was like, so Antigoni was there as a human shield for Y/N from Tanya.

“Does it matter?” Tanya laughed as if this was a joke.

“Yes!” Y/N screamed.

“Just ask him yourself if you’re so bothered.”

Y/N walked off in the direction of the kitchen, not caring that this was going to cause a scene. Over the past two days Y/N had gone through a wild range of emotions and it just wasn’t fair, so they just wanted some honesty.

Antigoni was folliwng close behind and the TV zoomed in on Tanya rolling her eyes.

“Were you telling the truth?” Gemma asked.

“About what?”

“The kiss!” Gemma answered agressively, fed up of Tanya’s bullshit too.

“It was just a fucking joke, God.”

Gemma groaned before walking off quickly towards the kitchen after Y/N, holding her boobs as she ran.

“I do that when I’m running down the stairs.” Gwen pointed out to where Gemma was still running with an arm across her chest.

“Not the time Gwen.” Aria laughed. “But same.”

Y/N went into the kitchen and pulled Harry out of the circle of boys. He smiled when he saw her and was about to give them a hug when he saw the clear distress on their face.

“Woah, baby, what’s up?” He asked, looking back towards the fire pit and noticing that Paige and Indiyah were shouting at Tanya, whilst Ekin-Su sat down not doing anything.

“Did you kiss her?”

“Who? Tanya?” Harry questioned, eyes going wide at the accusation.

Y/N ran a hand over their sweaty forehead feeling dizzier by the moment. Y/N nodded, not able to say anything else from how dry their mouth was. Their head was spinning and there were too many emotions to keep up with.

“Baby, no. Never. Trust me.” Harry said, looking frantically between Y/Ns eyes and where they were messing their hands in their hair.

“I do. I do, H. It’s just Tanya... and... she sa-.. you...” Y/N couldn’t even finish their sentence before she fell backwards and hit her head on the counter with a loud thump.

“Fuck, Y/N! Y/N?” Harry shouted, quick to kneel down catch their head before she could hit it again.

The episode then cut to a commercial break.

“What the fuck? Why?” Gwen’s eyes were wide with terror and she shot up out of her seat to start pacing.

“They can’t do that can they though?” Aria argued, sat on the edge of her seat nervously.

“Can’t what?” Gwen exclaimed.

“Can’t really put Y/N fainting in the TV show. It’s not exactly respectful.”

“That’s true. Fuck, I hope they’re okay.” Gwen heavily sighed and allowed herself to sit back down in silence.

•••••••

Meanwhile... Off Camera:

“I do. I do, H. It’s just Tanya... and... she sa-.. you...” Y/N couldn’t even finish their sentence before she fell backwards and hit her head on the counter with a loud thump.

“Fuck, Y/N! Y/N?” Harry shouted, quick to kneel down catch their head before she could hit it again.

“Fucking hell.” Dami put his hands on his head as he watched Y/N collapse to the floor.

Antigoni quickly sat on the floor by Y/N’s head and started calling out their name, hoping it would wake them up. Antigoni looked up to where Y/N had whacked her head and noticed there was some blood there.

“Harry.” Antigoni said quickly, and Harry looked up at the counter worriedly.

“Shit.” He said. “Hey, baby. Y/N. Wake up.” He gently shook Y/N’s shoulders, but her eyes were still shut and face pale. “Fuck.”

“Mate I think we need to get someone, she’s not waking up.” Luca called from behind the group and ran off to go and use the emergency phone. The producers could luckily see them on camera, however, and had immediately sent a paramedic team.

Paige was over fast and knelt down next to Y/Ns body. “What happened?” She asked.

“O-one minute she was talking to me a-and then the next... fuck.” Harry said, starting to get upset.

“Okay, Harry. Deep breathes. She’ll be okay.” Paige checked Y/Ns pulse on her neck and opened her mouth to check down her throat. “She’s okay. Just fainted. Someone get me something like a fan.”

Antigoni handed Paige an actual fan within seconds and Paige thanked her.

“Thank fuck one of us has a useful job.” Harry joked, using humour to pass the terrifying seconds without Y/N.

Paige was wafting the fan over Y/Ns face and then Harry asked to cut in. Dami brought some cold towels and so Harry handed back the fan so he could wipe the towels carefully over their body. Someone had also fetched a tissue to hold on the back of Y/Ns head to dab away the bloody, because thankfully it was just a nasty knock and not some continuous bleeding.

The Love Island teams paramedics showed up within minutes and came straight to Y/N.

“How is she doing?” One of the guys asked, Harry having to get over the fact they were seeing his girl in nothing but a bikini fast.

“She’s been out for a minute and a half.” Paige said. “She’s fainted but took a nasty bump to the back of her head.” Explaining why there were bloody tissues on the floor.

The rest of the islanders had stepped back to give space, but were still hovering nearby because they were worried for Y/N. Especially since they hadn’t woken up yet.

Just as someone was lifting Y/N’s body onto a transportable bed they began to stir. Y/N groaned in pain and began slowly opening their eyes to her surroundings.

“Harry?” Y/N asked and Harry was right there.

“Hey, hey. You’re alright. Scared the living fucking daylight out of me, but you’re okay.” He smiled and softly pushed the untamed hair off your sticky face.

“This is so embarrassing.”

“No, no. Hey, look at me. No one thought it was entertaining. It was scary and everyone is just worried for you, alright? Nothing to be embarrassed about.” Harry reassured Y/N and as she nodded Paige secretly patted Harry on the back for a job well done.

The teams paramedics explained they would need to take Y/N to a local hospital to check them out for a concussion, but after that they should be allowed back - as long as all the checks come back clear.

“I’ll wait for you. I’m right here.” Harry kissed Y/N’s hand a temporary goodbye.

Once Y/N was gone Harry sat down on the kitchen floor, sliding his back against the cabinets.

“Fuck. That was scary, man.” Dami said, coming to sit next to him.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, running his hands over his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.

“She’s in safe hands now though, that’s all that matters.” Luca added, patting Harry on the shoulder.

Harry let out a heavy breathe of air before standing back up with the help of his mates. He shook out his limbs, feeling slightly disorientated after everything that had just happened.

But he put a smile on his face, because he knows that is what Y/N would do.

•••••••

Gwen and Aria’s POV:

“Whilst Y/N is in hospital checking checked over, the rest of the Islanders raise a toast to her.” Ian Sterling’s voice brings Gwen and Aria off their phones and back to the big screen.

“God, I hope they’re okay.” Aria sighed, cuddling into Gwen’s side for emotional support this time.

“They will be.” Gwen squeezed Aria tightly and all felt right in the world.

The Islanders were seen toasting to Y/N and then dispersing off into little groups to do some evening chatting. Harry was avoiding Tanya at all costs, because he was worried what he would say to her if they were one-on-one now. He was right not to fully trust her and now there was nothing more that he wanted than for her to leave.

“Sucks you can’t get Y/N welcome back flowers.” Luca chuckled as him, Harry and Davide sat on the beanbags.

“I’ll make them breakfast everyday though.” He counter offered and Luca raised his glass to that.

“So, Davide? Still into Tanya now?” Luca asked and Harry looked at Davide with interest. There would be no bad blood between Davide and Harry if Davide did get with Tanya, but Harry only wished the man well because dating Tanya was like going into the Lion’s den.

“No, man. Not my type, no.” Davide shook his head.

“So no one in here for you yet?”

“I mean, Harry knows I had eyes on Y/N at the start, but not anymore.” Davide said.

“Good man.” Harry chuckled and they fell into a comfortable silence.

Until someones phone went off.

“Ahh.” Aria stressed, biting her nails.

“Quit it with that.” Gwen swatted her hand before holding it to keep her from doing it again.

“I got a text!” Tasha shouted. “Islanders, there will be a re-coupling tonight. Boys choose this time. The girl left unchosen will be dumped from the Island tonight. #BoysOnTop #LetsLoveAgain.”

Cheers and screams from the boys sounded as the girls stood by thinking hard about what could happen.

Harry just thought about what he was going to do, because he was now put in a very unfortunate position. Everyone was respectively coupled up in the villa, with sparks flying between people that weren’t currently in pairs but could be by the end of tonight. Harry though only had sparks for Y/N and yet if their checks didn’t come back okay they’d probably have to leave the Island. Harry would leave, too, of course, but it would mean he would have to couple up with Tanya in the meantime.

“Poor Harry.” Gwen sighed.

“He’ll be okay. You’ll see.” Aria patted Gwen’s leg.

Conversations are still being had and Dami is just leaving Harry on the circular sun bed, when there’s a commotion.

Dami looks over to where the girls are screaming and coming down the hallway is Y/N, dressed beautifully for the evening. Dami went over to Y/N too, leaving Harry behind.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Harry falls back on the circular sun bed and cups his hands over his eyes as he mumbled out his words to no one.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to say some quick hellos, before excusing themselves. Everyone understood who she really wanted to go and see. Harry couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched her wander over to him. He propped himself up on his elbows and bit his lip in anticipation of them coming over here.

They looked amazing tonight. Incredible, actually. In a short halter-necked dress with dancing strawberries coating the entire dress ( * ). It was sweet and it was perfectly Y/N.

Y/N started by walking but then got impatient of not already being close with Harry, so she unstrapped their heels and held them in her hand whilst she ran the rest of the way. Harry giggled as he watched them run, still slightly concerned if they fell and hit their head again. But she didn’t.

They tumbled into his lap, straddling his waist and flinging her arms around his waist as she bear hugged him tighter than ever.

Aria’s body shook beneath Gwen’s, “Are you crying?” Gwen asked.

“Fuck off.” Aria wiped her eyes from tears.

Harry chuckled into Y/N’s shoulder and breathed in her delicious shampoo scent. They must’ve showered with his favourite shampoo just for him. Y/N didn’t want to let go and neither did Harry, but they needed to talk and quickly if their time was running short before the re-coupling.

“Lovie, I need to see you.” Harry stressed.

Y/N shook their head defiantly.

“Look, I will spoon you so hard tonight that you’ll want me to let go by the morning, but right now I need to see your pretty face.” He argued and it worked. Harry sat up with them still in his lap and Y/N unfolded herself from the depths of his comforting neck.

“Y’look really good tonight.” Y/N admitted with a blush.

“Had to make sure I dressed up as pretty as you.” Harry didn’t know where he wanted to look. Their eyes, their cute nose, their pretty lips or just her in her entirety. He was spoilt for choice.

“Did you?”

“And yet you still came out looking prettier.” Harry smiled softly and Y/N scrunched their nose in awe of his sweet words.

“I missed you.” Y/N admitted, pushing both their thumbs over his eyebrows so the hairs got back in line.

“I missed you too.” Harry kissed their cheeks, “Are y’feeling okay?”

“With your hands on my arse? Always.” Y/N joked, knowing how much of an ass-man Harry was made her always giggle.

“Sorry, I just can’t help myself.” Harry apologised for not even realising and moved his hands northwards to the bottom of her spine, only for YN to push them back down and pat them to stay there.

“How are you feeling?” Y/N asked seriously.

“I admit, I was fucking terrified. Knew you were a tough little fighter though, so I had no doubt you’d be okay.” He smiled at Y/N and Y/N couldn’t help but push herself forwards.

Their lips met and Y/N pushed Harry back down flat on his back so she could push into him further. Harry’s hold on Y/N’s ass only tightened and as a result, forced Y/N to grind slightly into Harry’s groin. He moaned and Y/N moaned back, both so in synch with each other it looked like it had been rehearsed.

“Fucking hell, steady on lovebirds.” Aria said.

“I feel like they’re literally about to have sex.” Gwen screamed, fidgeting because as a British person it was a sworn duty to get uncomfortable when any intimate scenes came on the TV in front of other people.

“Go on lad!” Luca shouted from across the garden and Harry had to tilt his head to the side to stifle a laugh. Y/N chuckled too and gave him on last peck before sitting back up.

“Sorry. I got carried away.” Y/N shyly chuckled.

“Don’t go all apologetic and shy on me now, baby.” Harry teased, sitting up too.

“I liked that. Kissing you, I mean.”

“Babe, that was more than just a kiss. In fact can y’please leave me for a minute. I can’t get this hard-on to go down with you still here.” Harry leant up to give Y/N one last peck as she stood up to walk off, before flopping back down and letting out a happy cheer.

•••••••

The islanders were sat around the fire pit.

Butterflies were in everyone’s stomach. Then the girls were asked to step in front of the fire pit and face the boys.

As Y/N walked past Harry, they caught his fingers and when she looked down at him and he looked up at her there was a moment of peace and a mutual understanding that everything would be alright.

Andrew went first an coupled up with Tasha. Then Dami with Indiyah. Davide with Antigoni. Gemma and Luca. Paige with Jacques. Ekin-Su and Jay.

Then there was Y/N and Tanya standing at the front by themselves. Y/N was getting nervous now, being one of two girls left standing at the front with only one boy left.

But there was an element of calm, because everyone knew what was going to happen.

“This is what i’ve been waiting for for the past three days.” Gwen said.

“I can’t take it anymore. Just say Y/N’s name already Harry.” Aria exclaimed.

Harry stood up and smirked down at his shoes, because he couldn’t help but contain his smile.

“I would like to couple up with this girl because they make me a better person. We’ve had some ups and downs for sure, but nothing feels better than being in their arms. That’s home for me. I could stand here and talk all night about ‘em, but I also can’t stand another minute without them by my side so…”

Y/N breathed out a shaky breathe, looking to the floor unaware that Harry was only looking at her.

Harry licked his lips and scrunched his nose as he watched on at the girl who he loved more than anyone.

“The girl I would like to couple up with is…”

Y/N gulped.

Tanya shook her head.

Antigoni and Paige held hands next to each in hope for their best friend.

Luca was looking at Harry in anticipation.

Aria and Gwen were on the edge of their seats.

(you all just want me to shut up and get on with it)

“Y/N.”

There were visible sighs of relief around the fire pit and Y/N even had tears in their eyes.

Y/N made her way over to Harry and they simply hugged each other tightly, before sitting down next to each other closely - Y/N resting their head on Harry’s shoulder and Harry’s arm curling around their waist until it clasped hands with Y/Ns waiting one.

“Thank you.” Y/N whispered and that was enough for Harry.

“I love you.”

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Dang it someone else beat me to it. PICK ANOTHER ONE YOU WANT TO SHARE

HMMM u are very cute. i will give u a snippet of the cleaning smutshot because it's also very cute. modern au! cleaning the house but make it a strip tease.

Stede is having a nightmare.

Only possible explanation, really. Must be a nightmare. This sort of thing surely didn’t happen in real life: waking up alone in the bed, the vast expanse of the mattress next to him already gone cold; a Sunday morning, sunny through the curtains that have already been pushed open on the far side of the room, not quite yet gone nine; the hum, if one listened very closely, of someone with Here Comes the Sun stuck in their head, running the sink in the en-suite.

Stede is having a nightmare, and says so.

“A nightmare?” Ed pops his head back into the bedroom, but grins around his toothbrush when he sees Stede looking. He’s already showered, damp hair clinging to his cheek and neck. “You look like you’re having a nightmare, sure.”

He probably does, too—he can feel his face crumpling into a pout. “It’s horrible. I’m dreaming that you’re all the way over there, already dressed.”

“Mmm. Not fully. Not wearing shoes yet.”

Ed finishes up at the sink, saunters back into the bedroom like the terrible, cretinous man he is: curtain of hair twisted now into a knot at the top of his head, dark jeans, shirt that doesn’t quite meet the waistband. He grabs a pair of socks from a drawer and plops onto Stede’s side of the bed, tilting over to kiss Stede on the cheek. Minty.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he singsongs, putting his socks on. Eyes crinkling everywhere. “Wakey, wakey, eggs and—well, not bacon, I think we’re out, but I could microwave a few sausages.”

Stede shuts his eyes and does not watch Ed buckle his brace into place. He’s a wretch. A positive horror. Stede hates him. “I don’t like microwave sausages.”

“You do.”

“I don’t. I like naked husbands still in our bed, and all I’ve got is some fully-dressed-except-for-shoes demon offering me microwaved sausages at an ungodly hour.”

Ed laughs. Dreadful, vile man, laughing like that, making Stede want to pull him back into the bed, to taste the sound of it on his tongue, when he’s busy stealing a sweater from Stede’s side of the closet. He finds one in an ancient, faded black, with Prince written in peeling letters across it and a stretched out crew neck. Just stealing it back, then, but really, who can bother with semantics at a time like this.

“If I see any naked husbands, I’ll send them back to bed, eh? In the meantime, all I can offer is the sausages.”

“Well, I’m unsausagable at this hour. Try again after nine.”

“It’s half-past, sweet. I let you sleep in.”

Stede grimaces, tries to fold his arms over his face, which Ed promptly pries back away so he can nuzzle Stede’s nose. Sneaks a kiss to the corner of his mouth, looks down adoringly, which seems unnecessarily vindictive considering Stede’s current state, and then kisses him slower. Deeper. Almost suggestively, licking into Stede’s morning-mouth like he doesn’t even care, and maybe he doesn’t. Their toothpaste really is affrontingly minty.

Stede’s hand almost manages to find its way up under Ed’s shirt before he pulls away. Despicable.

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crimson-calligraphyx · 11 months

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"Would you like to know the sex?" The ultrasound technician asks as she squeezes a glob of the gel on my belly. I shiver from the cool sensation as she rolls the transducer over my belly. I find myself smiling as I look at the screen, seeing the profile of my baby. I thought about it for a moment or two, and eventually said yes.

She grins at me with a little nod, still rolling the probe over my belly. "Alright, let me just measure some things and see how they're doing in there." She continues to look around, ultimately telling me everything seemed to be normal at 20 weeks. "I'm going to see if they'll cooperate with me so I can get a clear picture of their genitalia..."

Though I was relieved to hear that everything checked out okay so far, I held my breath as I anticipated whether I should be getting tutus or footballs. "Well, Amelia, it looks like you're having a girl." I gasped as tears of joy welled in my eyes, "Really?" "Really," she smiles softly at me. "Is that what you wanted?" I sniffled and smiled with a shake of my head, "It didn't matter to me one way or another. I'm just happy to know."

I called Nick the second I got in my car, too excited to wait. I told him earlier that I was going in for my 20-week check-up and that there was a possibility I'd find out if it was a boy or girl, so when he answered he immediately asked.

"It's a girl!" "I'm gonna have a niece?" he shouts, and I can hear the smile in his voice. For some reason, hearing the excitement in his tone made me start crying. I wish he could be here just so I could hug him. "I wonder how mom is gonna react," I say after I stopped the waterworks. He laughs. "She's gonna cry harder than you did just now." "You're probably right," I chuckled.

And Nick was right; mom was nearly inconsolable after I told her. Eventually she started gushing over all the cute outfits with little bows and tutus she could buy, and we were laughing.

I have watched the sun rise and set, and we still haven't been visited by our captor. Noah wasn't getting any better; his fever was still high, and his eyes were appearing to be sunken in. He's thrown up a few more times in the span of a day, and I worried that he was becoming too dehydrated.

After watching him shake from the chills for a while, I decided enough was enough; I had to get water for us. I went up to the door and started banging on it profusely—I was going to get this motherfucker's attention one way or another. "Hey! We need water, asshole!" I shouted, continuously pounding my fist into the door. I halted, waiting to see if I could hear any sort of indication that he was descending the stairs. When I don't, I kick the door aggressively and turn, sliding down against it. I hug my legs to my chest and groan into them, tears of frustration burning my eyes.

"It's okay," Noah croaks out, "I'll be fine." I look at him and shake my head, "Noah, you can die from dehydration. You know that, right?" He waves it off, his arm dropping immediately after. He was getting weak, and that worried me deeply. "I don't know what to do," I whimpered and buried my face in my knees again.

No food, no water, Noah was sick, no way of breaking this door down. I felt fucking hopeless. I leaned my head against the door and closed my eyes with a huff. How did we wind up in a situation like this?

The next thing that I knew, I was being thrown forward as the door was shoved open. I pushed myself up with my hands and looked over my shoulder, and sure enough, the menace was standing in the doorway, that sickly-sweet smile on his face. I wanted to slap it off him; there was nothing to be smiling about.

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry! I didn't realize you were there," he kneels beside me and grabs my arm to pick me up. "Don't touch me, you cretin!" I snapped at him, ripping my arm from his grimy hand. He shakes his head with a 'tsk tsk', "What did I tell you before? Don't speak to me like that, or there will be consequences." He snatches my arm again and pulls me to my feet. I cry out from the pain, my shoulder still sore from the last time he did this.

"I don't care what you do to me," I hiss through clenched teeth. "We need water. He needs water," I pointed towards Noah with my free arm. The man looks over at Noah, who was nearly unconscious from his condition, and begins to laugh. "You drank the tap water, didn't you? I warned you not to." "You warned me, not him, you sick fuck!" I yelled at him, once again trying to free myself from his grasp.

He snatches my face, squeezing my mouth shut while his fingers dug into my cheeks with a bruising force. I glared into his dead eyes, panting deeply through my nose as my eyes glossed over with anger. "You'll get your water," he growls, "but there are things that need to be done first."

My stomach sank at his words as dread washed over me. He begins to pull my arm up above my head, my shoulder burning and forcing the tears to spill from my eyes. "Please," I cried against his hand, my voice muffled. "I like it when you beg, Alice," he chuckles darkly, pulling on my arm harder. "Please, what?" I'm sobbing into his hand from the pain, and I can't answer him.

"Water," I hear Noah say faintly. "Please, bring us water." "Hmm, well you did say please," our captor muses. "I'll bring you your water," he says, and I feel a wave of relief. "But first, I need to take care of this one." He lets go of my face and tugs my arm towards him aggressively, managing to turn me to bring both hands behind my back. He holds them together with one hand, the other on the back of my head to steer me towards the door. I looked over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of Noah's decapacitated state one last time before I'm shoved through the doorway.

He kicks the door shut, still having me in his possession as he forces me up the stairs. I struggled with all my might as we made our way through the kitchen knowing exactly where he was taking me. I couldn't have this happen to me again.

I tried to keep my feet planted, I tried to push back against him, but he was too strong. He shoves me into the entryway to the foyer, my head hitting the edge hard enough to see stars. I stumbled forward, now disoriented from the blow to my head as he whisked me away.

I felt completely numb as he once again maneuvers me through the hall, through the kitchen and dumps me down the stairs. My body slammed into the door once I reached the bottom of the stairs; I just laid there in a heap. "I'll be back with your water," he calls down, and he's gone from view seconds later.

My head was throbbing, and my shoulder already felt like it was dislocated, but now the rest of my body ached from the tumble. I tucked myself into a ball and sobbed. I wailed so hard that I couldn't get enough air into my lungs; my chest felt like it was caving in on itself. I was in so much pain, I was so scared for my fucking life.

I just wanted to get out of here. I wanted security from my brother, I wanted to hold Leora in my arms and never let her go, so that this could never happen to her—the thought of this happening to my little girl petrified me. I didn't know what to do, but I had to do something to make it home to her. Home to my family.

I thought about climbing back up the stairs and making a run for the door, but I knew that that wouldn’t be practical in my condition. I felt sluggish from running on no food or water for well over a day, and the physical abuse I endured made it difficult to move.

And I couldn’t leave Noah behind.

The man stomps down the stairs, pulling me from my thoughts. As he reached the bottom step, I cowered against the door as if that would stop him from doing anything to me. “Oh, dear, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” he says gently, crouching in front of me. “I brought you your water, see?” To my surprise, he holds two bottles of water in his hand and strokes my cheek with the other, smiling down at me. I squeezed my eyes shut and rolled my face towards the ground, trying get away from his touch.

He gives an amused ‘Hm’ before standing up straight, and I hear the jingle of a set of keys. I opened my eyes to see him unlocking the door; he waves me on as he pushes it open. I pulled out of the fetal position and scrambled into the room, and oddly enough I felt safer inside these four concrete walls than I did in the rest of the house.

He doesn’t enter the room, he just throws the two bottles in and a sleeve of Ritz crackers that he pulled from his back pocket. “Use sparingly,” he warns, beginning to close the door. “I may be back,” he says menacingly, shooting a wink my way.

When he finally leaves and locks the door behind him, I picked up one of the bottles of water and clutched it to my chest as if it was a beacon of hope. Thank God, I think to myself and cracked the cap off, taking a large gulp. I had to refrain from drinking the whole thing, knowing Noah needed it way more than I did.

“Noah,” I say gently, kneeling in front of him. “We have water. Can you sit up?” He peeks open his eye, and I can see the relief wash over his features. “Yeah,” he croaks, the tiniest of smiles pulling at his lips. He struggles a little to push himself up, but he manages and leans himself against the wall. He takes the water with a shaky hand and immediately starts to chug it. I put my hand on his arm to stop him, “Easy, easy. Small sips. We need to conserve it; I don’t know when or if he’ll return.” He lets out a satisfied sigh and nods.

Retrieving the sleeve of crackers, I prop against the wall beside Noah, completely drained. I took a few crackers for myself before handing them over to him. “Thank you,” he says, smiling meekly. I shrugged. “No need to thank me. These are for both of us,” I chuckle and pop a cracker in my mouth. “I know,” he says quietly, “but you’ve been taking care of me when you don’t even have to.” I shake my head at him, “We need each other to survive, Noah. I’m not just gonna let you suffer and possibly die.”

He looks at me for a minute before giving me a quick nod, turning his attention to the bottled water in his hands. I can see a faint smile on his lips as he picks at the label, eventually ripping it off. I smirked and started playing with the dirt in front of me.

It’s been a few days—or at least that’s what I’ve gauged by the sun rising and setting—since our captor has been down to visit. Noah’s fever has subsided, but he still wasn’t feeling 100%, and neither was I since we were both surviving off crackers and very little water. We had less than half a bottle left, and I was too afraid to drink any more of it in case he didn’t come back for a little while longer.

“He’ll be back soon with food and water, I’m sure,” Noah says quietly. “You said that yesterday,” I mumbled. “I’m starting to think he’s not coming back.” I huffed and curled up on my side against the wall across from him. I closed my eyes to maybe sleep off the rest of the night so I wouldn’t have to deal with my growling stomach.

“Positive thinking, Amelia.” I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head against the dirt. “There isn’t any positive thinking down here, Noah. We’ve got nothing going for us; we’re filthy, we’re injured and starving, we’re almost out of water. May as well just mark our graves here since there’s no way we’re getting out.”

“Amelia, look at me. Stop crying,” Noah says sternly. I hadn’t even realized I was crying until he said anything. My chest felt heavy as I took a few deep breaths and hastily wiped the tears from my face before looking at him. “You’re right, we don’t have anything going for us in here,” he says, looking me dead in the eye. “But you’ve got a family to go home to.” My lips start to tremble as I absorbed his words. “I-I don’t know if I can do this, Noah,” I whimpered, followed by a cry, “I just want to give up.” “I know you do—I want to, too, Meels. But you’ve got your daughter who needs her mother. If you can’t do it for yourself, do it for her.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, my stomach flipflopping at his words. Stop calling me Meels.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded shallowly, letting the last few tears trail down my cheeks. I pushed myself into a sitting position and leaned back against the wall with a sigh. “You’re right,” I wiped my nose against my sleeve, “but what the fuck do we do? There’s literally nothing here we can work with.” I watched him shrug as he drags his finger through the dirt beside him. “If I’ll be honest, I’m not sure.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “Of course.” “You got any ideas?” He snaps at me, and I go quiet from the sudden hostility. “I didn’t think so,” he mutters when I don’t respond.

I chewed on my bottom lip as I picked at the skin around my thumbnails, averting my gaze away from him. He was right without having to say a word—why make a snarky comment when I, myself, don’t have anything to offer? All we could do at this point was wait.

And wait, we did.

|Chapter 5|

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Once Upon a December - The Invitation - Walter x Reader - P9

WARNING; GRAPIC BLOOD, GORE, MURDER, IMPLIED SUICIDE, SELF HARM, DRINKING OF BLOOD, AND BLOOD PACTS- VERY INTENSE CHAPTER!!! POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING!!

IM BEING SERIOUS, I WENT ALL IN WITH THIS CHAPTER, IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE INTENSE STUFF, DO NOT READ.

Don't you disrespect me little man! Don't you derogate or deride! You're in my world now, Not your world And I got friends on the other side!

You hadn’t even been married; he hadn’t had the chance to propose; he had barely moved in after your parent's death.

You were barely into your early twenties.

It was probably the coldest and bleakest day of your life; Harrison's death and rebirth. As a vampire.

You hated remembering that day, that night more so.

“Be kind Harrison” you laughed, hanging onto his arm as his fingers intertwined with yours, making your way back home; not noticing the shadowy figure keeping pace behind you. Harrison just laughed, shaking his head.

“Always my dear” he muttered, kissing your knuckles “but he deserved it, you heard what he called Calista” you rolled your eyes at Harrison’s defense, but you couldn’t fault him for protecting his sister, even if it meant insulting the hell out of the butcher for calling Calista a bed-warmer. Which she wasn’t, she was still ‘pure’ as the priest would say.

She saw no desire for things like that anyhow, her love and lust were for the world beyond the shores.

“Come on, it's almost dusk-“ Harrison’s words were cut off at the sound of a tree-branch snapping and he whirled around, eyes scanning the tree line behind you. “Harry?” you whispered, tugging on his hand gently, feeling him pull you to stand behind him “Harry?”

“I just thought I heard something” he muttered, turning and pulling you towards the castle, his shoulders tense and his hand tight around yours. You hummed, glancing back at the forest line, leaning into Harrison’s side before you were ripped away; your scream cut short with a rough hand on your mouth. “HEY!” Harrison yelled, running after you as the man tugged you back towards the tree line. “LET HER GO!”

“Come along my dear” a gruff voice whispered in your ear, and you struggled as best you could- recognizing it as the voice of the priest's brother. Solomon. He was much older than you, wealthy, and well off in his life. But his demands for your hand had been ignored by you and your parents; while they didn’t like Harrison, they did admit he was better for you than Solomon.

You reeled your elbow back, sending it into Solomon’s gut and making him double over. You ducked under his arms and twisted them about, flinching as his wrist gave a sickening crack. You bolted back towards Harrison, nearly collapsing in his arms as he grabbed you, pulling you back towards the house.

“What in the seven hells are you doing?!” Harrison yelled, pulling you behind him and glaring at the older man, Solomon’s eyes flashing with madness and jealousy. “The gods decreed her mine, you devil!” Solomon screamed, the blood vessels in his eyes popping as he glared at you and Harrison.

“Fuck the gods then, she isn’t yours to have! You cretin.” Harrison hissed, slowly pushing you back towards the castle, you just had to get inside, and you both would be safe. “I will have her, we will wed and I will have her” Solomon muttered, his eyes swirling with darkness and cruelty. Harrison tilted his down, ready to do whatever it took to keep you safe.

“(y/n), get inside, now!” Harrison yelled, stopping Solomon in his tracks as he attempted to rush Harrison, the feral old man practically foaming at the mouth as he swung wildly. You stuttered for a moment, but obeyed, knowing you would be no help in this fight.

You turned, going to run back inside when you heard Harrison gasp and choke. You turned again, screaming as you saw Solomon rip a knife out of Harrison's chest, blood following the blade “HARRISON!” You screamed, rushing towards your beloved as Solomon backed away, his eyes wide.

“i-I didn’t mean…” he whispered, the madness suddenly gone from his eyes as Harrison stumbled back, his hands hovering above the fatal wound Solomon had granted him. You caught Harrison’s falling form, his knees buckling under his sudden dead weight. “no-no no please no, Harry-please, stay awake my love-stay awake!” you pleaded with his fading spirit, his ocean blue eyes looking into yours, glassy and scared.

“(y/n)” he whispered, voice cracked and quiet, he reached towards you and you quickly grasped his hand, holding it to your chest; your tears dripping down your cheeks and onto his bloodied chest. “I’m-I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, this isn’t your fault, you just need to stay awake-for me-okay?” you whispered back, frantic and pleading, taking your other hand and holding Harrison’s face, not liking the way it felt cold against your palm. He smiled up at you, tilting his face into your palm “I love you (y/n)” he murmured, already struggling to breathe.

“I love you too, now stay awake-please; I can't lose you” you whispered, leaning down to kiss Harrison’s forehead “you’re all I have” he smiled, his breath shuddering as he leaned up with all his might to kiss you, his hand weakly curling around your arm. “Have courage, and be kind” he whispered, echoing your words right back to you, the light in his eyes going out as he slumped into your lap, his head falling back against your arms.

“No-no no nonono!” you screamed, sobbing out against his chest as Harrison’s breathing stopped, along with his heart. “HARRY!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME, PLEASE!” you sat there for what felt like hours, crying against Harrison’s body, which was growing colder by the moment, clutching his shirt and hand as tight you could, hoping that-something-anything-would bring him back if you wished for it hard enough.

When you looked up, red-eyed and unable to shed any more tears, Solomon was gone, and the sun had set. You took a shuddering breath, forcing yourself to stand and helplessly drag Harrison’s body into your home, collapsing against the cold stone walls once you made it inside, closing the heavy wooden door with your foot as you cradled his body against yours, his head resting in the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Please” you whispered to the air, hoping something-anything-was listening “please, just…just give him back-I’ll do anything” you pressed your face into his shoulder, muffing your sobs against his clothes. You clenched your jaw as a strong shudder ran up your spine, something-cold-grasping your shoulders and gently pulling you towards Harrison’s study just down the hall.

You stared, wondering what was pulling you towards his study, slowly slipping out from under Harrison’s study and walking down the hall; feeling like your body was moving of its own accord. That cold grasp left your arms and guided your hands to the locked top drawer in Harrison’s desk, and for once, it was unlocked. You pulled it open, your breath catching as you looked down at the spell book that had been found a few miles away a good hundred years ago, under the wych elm.

It was tied with a white ribbon and smelled of cleansing herbs. You carefully grabbed the leather-bound book, tracing your fingers on the indented symbol on the front. You looked back at Harrison, your eyes stuck on the bloody stab wound, your eyes closed, remembering how many times Solomon had cursed Harry as the devil, and claimed you to be his.

“He wants a devil, he’s getting one” you muttered, undoing the ribbon and opening the book, the room suddenly dropped in temperature, and you could see your breath in the thin beam of moonlight that filtered into the room. You felt clawed hands curling over your shoulder and arms, one guiding down your hand to guide you to flip through the book. You looked at your hand and shoulders, seeing nothing there.

You took a deep breath, hurriedly flipping through the book until you felt you found what you were looking for “A simple exchange” you whispered, running your finger down the words written on the paper.

“To bring one soul back to the land of the living, another soul must take its place-and another must be the first's anchor” you muttered, licking your lips nervously as you read the instructions of the spell; all of which only led to one thing.

A living sacrifice.

You nearly threw up reading what you would have to do, this wasn’t just-witch craft, it was devil’s work. “Drink the blood of the sacrificed?” you whispered, nearly dropping the book “i-i-I” you could feel yourself spiraling, nose burning with panicked tears.

You locked eyes with Harrison’s body again and you closed your eyes, gritting your jaw before slamming the book closed and walking out of the study, that cold feeling and claws following you right out.

“I’m pleased you’ve come around my dear, in time you’ll see I was the right one for you all along. The Lord will rejoice in our union.” Solomon said, his fingers trailing down your neck. You had to stop yourself from breaking his fingers, your fear and anger helping you keep yourself in check.

“Mmm,” you hummed, leading Solomon down into the basement, which he thought was one of your personal rooms. Soloman rubbed his hands together as you stepped into the stone room “it’s cold, is there a fire we could light?” Solomon asked, blinking as fire appeared in the middle of the room, the door behind him slamming shut. “wha-“

He saw Harrison’s body, slumped in the corner, pale as a sheet, and you standing across from him, eyes as black as coal. “Dear?” Solomon whimpered, gasping as his back touched the cold stone wall. He looked down, his breath picking up at the symbol carved into the floor, and in the middle, the floating fire that illuminated the room.

“Witch,” Solomon cried out, desperately trying to get to the door “you lie with the devil!” you just glared, the book clutched tightly in your hand as Solomon did everything he could to open the door. Nothing worked, the strong wood being held closed by an unseen force, all whispering praises and encouragement to you.

“And the devil shall rise again, as you called him” you finally muttered, and Solomon realized what you were going to do, crying out as he sunk to the floor. “No, show me kindness, mercy my dear!” he sobbed, closing his eyes as you stalked towards him, a knife in hand.

“My kindness was drained from me, the moment you killed my love” you sneered, chest rising with panting rage. “And your death shall bring him back.” You took a final look at Harrison’s body, and that pushed you to go through with the spell, grabbing Solomon’s trembling arm and throwing him onto the carved symbol, jumping on him before he could move and stabbing him right in the middle of the chest, tears of pain and anger burning in your eyes as you stabbed him again, and again, and again; until he was gurgling on his blood.

You grabbed his left arm, slitting his wrist and letting the blood drain, doing the same with his right wrist.

Then you leaned over his face, looking right into his eyes “I love Harrison Deville, and nothing-will never change that. No matter what he becomes, or what he does; because I have murdered for him, I have made a deal with the devil for him. You will never, tear us apart” you whispered, feeling something click within your soul as you slit Solomon’s throat, closing your eyes as he took his last breath and slumped, blood pouring from every orifice of his body.

You scrambled off his body, hitting the wall and curling into yourself, sobbing into your arms as the carved symbol on the floor filled with blood. “Forgive me Harry” you whispered, tear and blood-stained face crumbled with a thousand emotions. You forced yourself to stand, grabbing the book and reading what you had to do next.

You took a shuddering breath, moving back to Solomon’s body and grabbing the two silver chalices and forcing some of the still draining blood into the chalices, one from the left wrist, and one from the right wrist.

You set them on the table, pulling Solomon’s body off the symbol and half carrying and half pulling Harrison’s body onto it to replace Solomon. “Please let this work, or I shall join you in the afterlife my love” you muttered, running your hands through Harrison’s hair before standing, taking a deep breath as you grabbed the silver dagger from the table; closing your eyes before you slit your left wrist, letting your blood mix with the two chalices holding Solomon’s blood.

You hesitated before pouring the blood from the right wrist into Harrison’s mouth, closing your eyes as it pooled there. “This is for him (y/n), all for him” you told yourself, feeling those clawed hands on yours, gently pushing the chalice towards your mouth. You closed your eyes, titling your head back and downing the small amount of blood, gagging as it slid down your throat.

You coughed, squeezing your eyes shut as you threw the chalice to the side, wiping your mouth free of the excess blood. “Okay, okay, no turning back now” you muttered, stepping away from Harrison’s body, lifting your hands and taking a deep breath. “I, (y/n) Godkin, offer the soul, the blood, and the life of Solomon Bennett; to bring back the soul of Harrison Deville.”

You gasped as your arms suddenly felt like they were on fire, the symbol on the ground swirling with Solomon's blood and beginning to boil. You closed your eyes, feeling a burning sensation from your chest and your left wrist, your blood-and Harrisons-pulling from his chest into yours, hovering just in front of your collar bones. “I, (y/n) Godkin, offer my soul, my blood, and my life; to be the anchor of Harrison Deville’s soul, to guide him through his eternal life on earth, as a son of the devil.”

You opened your eyes, gasping as you saw your blood and Harrison’s crystallizing before your eyes, the silver from the chalice curling around the top. You let out a slow breath, looking down at Harrison’s body, seeing the color coming back to his cheeks. ‘Last part (y/n), last part’ you thought to yourself, keeping your eyes on Harrison’s body as you began to chant the final bit of the spell.

“Eleka nahmen nahmen” you began to chant, having to hold back a wince as a burning sensation started at your forehead and began to spread down your chest, your arms, and your legs, leaving a red glowing mark in its wake. “Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen, Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen” you gasped in pain as the burning sensation turned to fire, your clothes burning up and turning to ash as the marks made themselves known.

"Let his flesh not be torn, Let his blood leave no stain, Though they beat him; Let him feel no pain. Let his bones never break, And however they try to destroy him; Let him never die, Let him never die.” With each word, you saw the life return to Harrison Deville, the color returning to his cheeks, the breath returning to his chest, his closed eyes fluttering as if only in sleep; not in death.

It was working.

“Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Eleka nahmen nahmen, Ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen.”

And with that last chant, the crystallized blood fully formed, leaving a ruby-like gem in its place; silver vines and roses decorating the top. Harrison's initials and last name engraved into the vines and gem. You swallowed harshly as a leather cord extended from it and wrapped around your neck, something whispering in your mind as it did.

‘forever bound as one, your life will be his, his life yours; Joy and pain shared’

The voice whispered away as did the horrid cold, tears trailing down your face as Harrison swallowed the blood in his mouth, awakening with a strangled gasp, one now-clawed hand reaching to his throat as he tried to regain his senses “i-what-where?” Harrison stuttered, looking about the room confused before he saw you, his eyes softening and his panic disappearing “love”

You sobbed, collapsing on yourself as you cried into your hands, the red glowing marks still vivid on your skin “It worked, oh gods it worked” you whispered into your hands, letting Harrison tug you into his arms as he sat up and crawled over to you. “I don’t know what you did but thank you my love” he whispered, eyes widening as he saw Solomon’s body in the corner, before shaking his head, burying his face in your neck. “Thank you”

You gasped as he slowly pulled back a few moments later, wiping your face clean of tears and blood, his nails sharp and black, his teeth sharpened, and his eyes almost black. “I love you so much” you whispered, feeling your skin rise with goosebumps as the cold basement set into your exposed skin as the marks faded away. Harry smiled, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to yours.

“And I love you my dear, so much” you sobbed at his words, grabbing his still bloodstained collar and pulling him into you, pressing a desperate kiss to his warm lips. He hummed into it, wrapping his arms tightly around you and holding you tight, one of his hands cupping your cheek.

You tucked your head into his neck as you pulled away, breathing in his faded scent that blended with his blood. “I think I need to change and burn these clothes” Harrison muttered, chuckling as you gently smacked his arm before nodding, letting him pick you up and carry you out of the basement, your legs weakened after doing what you did, and still feeling the effects from the burning marks.

You pinched your nose as you remembered that day, you didn’t regret it, not a bit; but it was a painful and gross memory. You just wish you hadn’t been forced to go through with it in the first place. You looked down at the last letter dangling between your fingers and peeled open the wax seal; opening the letter and settling against the stone wall once more.

“To my dearest (y/n), my beloved, my wife, my only love;

It has been 900 years since your disappearance, and I have shaped myself into a man you would fear…my name is Walter Deville now, I kept our last, since I deemed it appropriate. But I’ve long moved out of our home, and in the late 1800’s, the Alexander family built me a manor, just three miles away from our home.

Only Viktoria, the bride of the Klopstock family, knew this; as she has been the only one to survive these last 500 years. Oh, I think I forgot to tell you what the deal was, from the 1500’s? the three families offered me fresh ‘prey’ and three brides, one from each family, offering a blood pact for their protection, prosperity, and doubling my strength.

It was much like the spell you performed to save me, darling, they had a whole witch and everything. But she felt so much-less powerful than you, even though you did not practice your magics beyond our bond. Im rambling, I apologize; I wrote this only a few hours after I saw you again, the day of your arrival with Evie.

Gods, I still can't believe it, even as I sit here and write you this letter for you to hopefully find, and remember me with. To see you again has been a blessing from the gods I never expected to see��even if you do not remember me, I will die happily at any time, simply because I have seen you, I knew you hadn’t died, I knew my hope wasn’t for naught.

I’m sorry I didn’t look hard enough, I’m sorry I gave up; I have to wonder-where were you my love? Locked in a basement? Buried within the town? Did they take you far away from me?

You were under the wych elm? Had my-silly theory, been correct? Were you that close all this time? Had I given up just a moment before I reached you? Had I forsaken you to another 500 years of darkness simply because I lost hope?

Im so sorry.”

You trailed your fingers across the dutifully written words, a strained smile on your lips as you noticed the warped paper; he had cried again. You could imagine him clenching his jaw as he sobbed, one hand curled into his hair as the other held his pen lightly, the object threatening to clatter to the ground as his shoulders shook with his cries.

“I must tell you this before I run out of room on this-damned piece of paper; I never loved any of my brides from the three families. Viktoria is a thorn in my side, thinking she always knows what's best and tries to constantly rip control for herself from anyone and anything. She was a monster before I ever offered my blood. The Billington brides have always been kind, some a false kindness but Lucy…she reminds me of you, she is a bubble of-gods I don’t know…she reminds me of Calista, honestly; probably why I never saw her as a wife and more of a family member.

And Emmaline, my last Alexander bride, she was kind-but she was sad, she did not want to be involved with all of this. Again, reminding me of you; and how you wished to not have to do what you did all those years ago. She killed herself to free herself and end all of…this. I always tried to treat the Alexander family a bit better than the rest, as Evelyn, your friend, was their ancestor, and after your disappearance, she was kind-the only one to know of our true bond other than my sisters.

Evie, your friend now, is supposed to be wed to me this Sunday…and-seeing you again-I don’t know if I want to do it. She is your friend; she has brought you back to me-I don’t know if I can curse her to live this life. It’s not like me, Walter, to feel this way…Viktoria has already noticed my hesitance, I don’t think she likes you. Fuck her. I would be a pathetic farm boy again, just to be with you. I would face every struggle, every burden to just be able to look into your eyes, and tell you I love you once more.

I never stopped loving you, you have always been on my mind; Harrison never truly died, I had never been able to do that; not when I still loved you. Love…if you remember, and you realize the monster I’ve become, and you decide to leave me-I will understand-I will still love you, and will still protect you with all that I am. I will do my best to get Evie back home with you if you do leave, she has graced me with someone I thought had disappeared from my life forever, and I am eternally grateful for her. Ah, there's so little left in this paper, I suppose I should wrap it up” you could imagine him huffing and tapping his pen against the desk, pouting a bit at not being able to write more to you “if you do remember me, and all that we went through; and you decide to love me just as you had 900 years ago…you know where to find me.

We only had 20 years together, 6 of that spent within our eternal bond, but I wouldn’t trade those years for anything, or anyone in the world. I love you (y/n), so much. And I missed you, so much.

Your beloved, and forever-loving husband; Harrison Deville.”

You shook your head “sap” you muttered, getting to your feet and grabbing the pocket watch, kissing the polished top and pocketing it, carefully folding the letter back up and holding it close to your chest, your necklace burning with renewed power. “Harrison Deville, here I come”

You couldn’t keep the smile off your lips as you raced out of Harrison’s study, down the stairs, through the ballroom, out the courtyard, and down the forest path; heart pumping with adrenaline and excitement, your arms pumping by your sides as you sprinted through the forest towards the manor.

As you arrived, you saw many butlers and maids wandering about getting ready for the rehearsal dinner later that night. You checked your phone, it was in two hours; just enough time to find Harrison and tell him you still loved him, and remembered everything.

You took a direct turn to the library/his study, pushing open the door, slightly surprised to find it unlocked, and called his name out gently; sighing in disappointment to find him not there. You sped over to his desk, looking for something to write on when you saw the file on his desk.

It was of all the maids, and Evie. You quickly scanned over it, sighing a bit as you realized what it was “Good to know he didn’t break his promise to not lie to me” you muttered before remembering he did, but in a way to protect your still fragile mind “Brother my ass, died after designing the room my ass” you joked to yourself, shaking your head as you continue your search for a blank piece of paper and a pen.

“Dammit,” you groaned, there was nothing on his desk, not even a sticky note! Looking down at the letter in your hand you got an idea, you set it on the desk, turned it over to the blank side, and grabbed a pen. You quickly scribbled what you wanted to tell him, keeping it short and sweet.

'i remember, and I still love you-didn’t I say ‘no matter what?’

You sighed with a smile, tapping the paper before stepping back, going to search for Harrison when you were hit over the head with something heavy and you crumbled to the floor, gasping in pain as a tall feminine figure stood over you, her eyes dark with rage. She snatched your letter to Harrison and crumbled it, pocketing it and huffing.

“You really don’t know when you quit do you? Witch” she muttered, her clawed hands grabbing the collar of your jacket and beginning to drag you out of the manor, your vision fading out as soon as your body passed the doorway to the main hall.

“This should do the trick” Viktoria muttered, tossing your bound body into the hole that sat underneath the Wych elm. Just as the townsfolk had done so many years ago. Viktoria looked down at the small book in her hands, smirking at its title ‘how to bind the witch of Carfax Abbey.’ She had grown up hearing the legend of the witch of Carfax Abbey, a witch who had bewitched lord Deville and sacrificed children and the priest's brother to keep her youth.

Now she knew those tales weren’t entirely true, you were too…kind-to kill anyone, let alone children. One of the families of the town just a few miles away from Carfax Abbey had noticed the brother's disappearance and linked it to Lord Deville’s disappearance, his reappearance, and the sudden-ethereal look to lady Godkin. They claimed witch, and hunted you down; which according to legend, had been successful. This was back in the 1120s, a good six years after the brother’s disappearance.

Viktoria chuckled to herself, pocketing the book and snapping her fingers, some of the butlers doing the dirty work for Viktoria as they began to fill the hole with dirt. “I’ll take good care of him dear” Viktoria cooed, waving her fingers to your once again forever sleeping form.

She walked off, leaving the butlers alone, some of which glancing at each other, clearly uncomfortable with what they were doing. They had noticed the -change- in lord Deville with your arrival, he had been happier, easygoing. They did not want to know what would happen if he found out about what they and Viktoria had done.

Soon they had filled the hole and buried your body, two of the butlers staying back for a moment, glancing at each other with an odd look. “Ain’t she the one we found 10 years ago?” the blonde one asked, biting his lip as he looked back at the loose dirt covering your grave. The other nodded, taking a shuddering breath.

10 years ago, these two butlers -then they were only boys, 14 years old at the most-had traveled off the main forest path and stumbled across the wych’s elm. They had remembered the legend of the witch and-goofing around, dug up the supposed sleeping place of the witch; the only spot on the grounds not frozen deep or covered with snow.

Only to find you, bound by chains, and white ribbon; looking as if you were only just buried. Your chest rising and falling, as if only in sleep. Nearly peeing themselves, they took your body from the grave, one cutting the white ribbon from your body.

When you began to stir, they ran for their lives, screaming about how the witch was real and how she had risen from the dead.

That had been the day you woke up all alone, with no memories but your name, snow drifting from the sky and dirt staining your dress.

The two butlers glanced at each other again, then followed after their co-workers, wondering if it was worth it to follow Viktoria's orders.

-end of part 9-

yep, another cliff hanger mfs~~~~ also-how’d yall like how wrote the official reveal?! were your theories correct? did i somehow throw you off even though i didnt mean to?? XD but to make some things final; (y/n) was not a witch until that night she made the sacrifice-and after that, she only uses her new magic to connect with Harrison, beyond that-she hates using it, too much of a reminder of Harrison’s death. The necklace! its basically a ‘contract’ of the spell, or the heart of the spell, it connects (y/n) and Harrison through body and soul, if (y/n) is hurt, it shows up on Harrison so he can protect her/heal her if needed.

Her blood makes him all powerful, even more powerful then if he has all three brides, as she is his connection to the world, his anchor. her blood is also the best food source for him, he only needs a drop and he’s full for a year (exaggeration but you get it) and his blood can heal her through the gem; aka him sharing his powers with her. and (y/n)’s 900 year disappearance and how she woke up, hopefully it came across well enough, but the townsfolk bound her with chains and cleansing white ribbon (like the one on the spell book) and buried her under the wych elm, basically to taunt Harrison since she was-that close (the elm is only like-less than five miles away from the castle). and then 890 years later, two boys, who would become butlers at the manor, were goofing around and found (y/n), one accidently undid the ribbon and (y/n) was freed. she doesn't remember the chains cuz-everything's fuzzy when you wake up.

as for the red glowing marks-think raven from teen titan’s with those the gem/portal marks

also note-Harrison’s death and revival happens within a day, from sunset to sunrise; (y/n) works fast as fuck boi.

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Radio apple, bonding excersises

A fanfic

Chapter 2, compliments

(here you get the chapters far slower than on my ao3. Use the link to open the chapter or read here under. )

It took a good hour to get all the sinners in the hotel, including the overlord and the fallen angel, to follow into what was supposed to be an exercise room.

The place was mostly empty. Chairs were stacked into a tower in a corner, few shelves with games and books on the sides and collapsible tables leaning folded against the walls. Some posters hung on the ceiling, spelling “redemption is near”. To some this room brought back memories.

“This feels like an AA club.” Husk remarked, while chugging his bottle before it got snatched by Vaggie.

“The resemblance is uncanny, I must say that. But I doubt Charlie had that in mind when setting it up.” Vaggie agreed.

“I have no idea what you mean with that. What is an AA?” Charlie asked curiously.

In the corner of the room, while the conversation spanned along, the Radio Demon seemed to lean back. As he observed what he called “the indecent cretins”, the king of hell entered the room. He took a look around and sighed.

“Oh is your daughter's plan already getting you bored?” The red haired one spoke, to which the blonde laughed.

“Not at all. It just reminds me of something.”

“Ah of course. You were a failed angel, after all.” The golden grin on Alastors face widened.

“A fallen angel. And what was that supposed to mean?!”

Alastor didn't answer his question. He just smiled, which upset the short king even more.

“I am your king, and you shall not disrespect me. You got that?”

“Or what? You bite my shins? Good luck with that. They're probably too high up for you.” The demon mocked the angel and laughed.

As a red glow slowly appeared around Lucifer, just before his horns started to show, Charlie called out to everyone, breaking up their scowling once more.

“Alright everyone. I've decided you into pairs. Today we will give positive reinforcement to each other. I'll call out a theme and you shall work on that theme, okay?”

A silence went around the room, before angel spoke: “can I compliment his dick?” as he looked at Husk.

“No you may not.” Charlie said, before starting the exercises.

The first request was “What personality characteristic do you like about the other the most?”

“Ugh. I can't believe I have to do this with you. There is nothing to like about you.” Lucifer stated, looking as much away from the demon as he could.

“That is because you have no class. If you did, You'd appreciate it.” The Radio Demon scoffed.

“I have far more class than you do, deer.”

“There you go. Though I must say, I am not interested in you at all. So please refrain from calling me Dear.” The radio demon said.

“I called you a deer. An animal. Like what you fucking are.”

“Dad…” Charlie softly said as she came closely. “Please don't fight with Al. You're here to get closer, not get mad at eachother.”

“But Charlie, he's insufferable.”

“He's also my co-manager. So please, learn to get along dad.”

Alastors grin grew, hearing those words. “Yes your Majesty. Besides, you didn't let me tell you what I like about you.” He said, slowly blowing down. “You're very focused on being a good father, which I suppose came from the years of absence in Charlie's life. You are so interested in giving her the best that you get even possessive over her. It sure does make ones child feel so much better around their parent.”

“Was that supposed to be an insult?” Lucifer asked, not fazed. “Well, your persistence to not go with the time is admirable.”

Charlie looked at them almost defeated. “The next theme you'll both actually be nice to eachother. Don't insult eachother so much.”

After that Charlie took a step back to announce the next theme of the excercise.

As Charlie was turning around to the rest of the group, Alastor slowly leaned down and whispered to Lucifer. “And the fact each of your wife's hates you.”

That statement angered Lucifer a tad too much, as he hit Alastor in the stomach, causing him to drop his cane onto the ground as he tried to breathe again. Eversince the fight with Adam, his injuries have still been healing, and he still was not up to full strength, constantly hiding his bandages under his clothes.

As the demon bend down, trying to breathe, a small slip of blood slipped down his lips. His breathing sounded pained, yet not filtered. After few harsh breaths, he regained his posture, before realising his staff has been missing from his hands. As he bend down, his jacket slipped slightly to one side, and a short, red and black tail could be seen by anyone who was looking alertly at him. Which at the moment was only Lucifer. For a second, a feeling he wasn't aware of sprung up, as his cheeks coloured red, realising the features of the deer being more than just aestetical. The little tail seemed to first lean against his body, as if fear struck him, then it stood up in surprise, as the demon realised the king was still looking at him.

The demon stood up and leaned against his staff. “My eyes are up here. If you can even look that high up.”

“Haha real funny.” The kind answered. “I wasn't even looking at you.”

“You were looking at my hind. I could notice.” The demon said annoyed.

“You wish I were. So desperate.” He laughed it off.

Few minutes earlier Charlie explained the new excercise… to which they didn't listen. So when she walked up to them again, it was no surprise they didn't know what was going on. To which she said: “alright, I'll let it slide. But now talk about what you like about each others looks. Good? Good.” She said walking away.

The two men stared at each other. This was a dillema. Neither of them wanted to say something that might incriminate them, nor did they want to make Charlie sad now.

As Lucifer was thinking what to say, his mind kept going back to the tail. He now was curious what other traits there were about Alastor that he hid. Was he insecure about having such s cute feature?

“Your shortness? Are you there?” The demon laughed.

“Huh? What? Right, the exercise. Do you go first?” The king asked, his mind still somewhere around Alastors hip level.

“No, you go first. I bet you got something quite interesting up your short sleeves.”

“Quit calling me short. I'm 5’2 and a half! I'm not short. You're just too tall.” Lucifer took a deep breath. “But fine. Since Charlie asked… Your ears.”

“My ears? Care to elaborate?” Alastor asked, just to taunt the angel.

“No.” The angel answered, quickly turning the subject back at Alastor. “Your turn.”

“How about not before you tell me. Maybe I'll even let you touch them.” He said with a grin, his ears slightly tilted to the side.

That change of demeanor made Lucifer think for a moment. Of course he was interested in how the fur would feel. He was a curious person by nature, always has been. Without considering the consequences he blurted out: “They remind me of some of the animals I created. It intrigued me.”

“Ah, curiosity, of course.” Alastor said, his ears going back up after, realizing it had nothing to do with him. “Well, your voice is beautiful. It would suit the radio well.” He said, and as if heard by god himself, suddenly a loud bang outside the hotel saved Alastor from having to explain himself or uphold his theoretical end of the bargain.

All the hellbound creatures quickly made their way to the front door. And as soon as that opened, a horde of hellborn evildoers seemed to be ready to break them apart.

“We are fucking done with you, princess! We might not be targets of the extermination but your constant fighting against the heavens authority is destroying our home!” One of the imps stepped forward, dressed in a polite yet broken fashion. It had a fancy jacket that saw its wear and tear through the years. And as soon as the short imp with long horns has spoken its mind, all the other imps called out in unison.

“Let’s end this hotel together with its royal family! They are pieces of shit!” As they charged at the hotel and threw bombs at the proximity.

In fear and confusion, the princess froze, staring at what was happening right in front of her. Her girlfriend and father saw the response and realized that for now, they had to be the ones in charge.

“Vaggie, get Charlie out of here.” The king spoke quickly, as he swung his wings out and opened a portal for them to leave. “And take anyone incapable of fighting as well.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Vaggie agreed, picking up her princess and leaving the hotel through the portal with a tal of sinners.

Before Lucifer even had the chance to say ‘The radio is dead’, The Radio Demon had already transformed himself outside the hotel and started to destroy the creatures one by one. Not wanting to wait himself, the fallen angel flew out of the hotel and started to blast the imps with fire. He knew most of them wouldn’t die by the fire at this temperature, that was not his plan. He just wanted to scare them. Yet they didn’t seem to take the hint, trying to still storm the now empty hotel.

As the imps kept throwing bombs at the just rebuilt hotel, Lucifer shouted at Alastor: “Weren’t you capable of creating protective shields? Where are they now?”

With a glitched voice Alastor replied, as if choking on his own spit: “Bit preoccupied at the moment, mind you.”

The angel realized something was wrong with his voice. He grew such hatred towards it that by now he could recognise most of the static.. and this one was new. The blonde looked at the redhead and noticed his powers seemed to glitch itself. His form was fading. This wasn’t well.

Thoughts coursed in his head as the moment seemed to have stopped time. If he left the Radio Demon to be defeated now, he would be free of his annoying voice forever, yet Charlie would never forgive him. And there was no way he would lie to his daughter.

“Ah fuck.” The king spouted, before flying there quickly, intersecting between the imps and the demon. An aura of death and power circled around the king, before a powerful blast unleashed at the imps, disintegrating a few dozens of them in the nearby area. Before the demon had a moment to speak out his thoughts, the king spoke on, “Reserve your powers. There ought to be more coming. Wrath imps come in packs of hundreds. And they go for the shins.”

While hearing to reserve his powers the demon decided his full vendigo form could’ve been a bit of a stretch on his reserves, and decided to rely on his body and tentacles. He let his tentacles hold him off the ground, keeping himself at the same height as the flying angel.

“I bet we know from whom they got that.” The demon tried to laugh as his glitched voice got intercepted by him coughing up some viscous liquid out of his mouth.

“Not the time to insult me, get ready.” The king said, as the imps slowly started to surround both of them, as they stood back to back.

For what seemed to them like hours, what in reality had been perhaps 30 minutes at most, they fought the hordes, causing many deaths upon the opposers. A decision that might very well have consequences in the future, yet not a worry for now.

As the fight finally nearing its end, the Radio Demons body could no longer bare it all, as he passed out, still mid air, his tentacles disappearing and him hurling to the ground at full speed. Lucifer, noticing the sudden silence, turned his head, and instantly his body moved without a thought. He flew as fast as he could, and caught the demon in his arms. In doing so he noticed the blood flowing down his mouth and chest. “Oh for god's idiocracy.. are you serious?”

He started to walk back towards the hotel, the demon in hands. And while doing so, an imp charged at him, hoping to have gained an opening, only to get his face blown off his body with one gentle nod of Lucifer's head. Any imps left decided the only course of action was to escape, while the angel carried the demon back into his room.

#hazbin hotel #fanfiction #hazbin alastor #alastor x lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #radioapple

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i-smoke-chapstick · 1 hour

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Okay so like as I’m writing this, tomorrow is my birthday (I’m gonna be 19 😭) and I was wondering if I could get some birthday headcanons with the legion of horribles (poly but platonic) + (separately) zsasz?🥺

You don’t have to finish this on my birthday so I understand if it will take time but if you can do it that would be wonderful! Don’t feel pressured though!

Thank you so much Cupid!^^🫂

'400 LUX,

-GOTHAM!VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Jerome Valeska, Bridgit Pike, Jervis Tetch, Jonathan Crane, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Birthday HCs with the Legion of Horribles! (+ romantic zsasz)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE FLUFF! They adore reader so so so much! Reader turning 19 :> Age gap for Zsasz! All seven of these idiots. Good luck reader, you will need it!! Suggestive parts in Zsasz's. Reader probably drinking too much tea to be healthy. Also sorry I'm a little late with this, hectic week but happy late bday adal <3 love ya!

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “We're never done with killing time, can I kill it with you?” 400 Lux by Lorde

Number one spoiler!

No seriously, good luck. You are basically Martin #2. He's buying the most extravagant gifts, and hosting the birthday party. He's getting mad at Jervis and Jerome (anyone who can't keep there mouth shut for the surprise.)

Hectically organizing this whole mess. To his best ability. Eventually he gives up under the stress and you'll notice. Just have a little sit down with him, and he'll HAPPILY celebrate your birthday far away from everyone else.

Once you two have a minute alone, he's making you his mothers tea, telling you all about his birthdays and how she used to celebrate them with him. He really just wants to make this the best day for you possible.

Have a small little laugh with him on the couch, look at baby pictures of him around the mansion, watch him get red in the face and scowl just a teeny tiny bit.

He'll also scroll through your phone (he's horrible with technology) and look at your baby pictures too. You two end up having a good laugh and a semi-serious talk about childhood memories <3

He'll end up giving you his most personal gift when you two are alone, away from the "cretins outside" in his words.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “We might be hollow but we're brave.” 400 Lux by Lorde

The only time he's 100 percent serious is when he's busy with the sheer EFFORT he's putting into this celebration.

Him and Oswald have conflicting ideas. Oswald wants something extravagant, royal, fit for you, like a coming of age. Jerome still wants to throw you a ball, but more like a child's dream chucky-cheese type birthday.

What do you mean he can't get a bunch of arcade machines and a ball pit delivered to the mansion? He's pouting.

He'll be DAMNED if he doesn't book the entertainment and a GIANT cake, though.

Will get Jervis to hypnotize some poor sap to dance for you. You know, if you're into that. Might kill him too if you're a little evil like him. If you aren't into that, he'll let him live. That's your gift :>

Did i say a GIANT cake? Yeah. It's massive. FUCKING MASSIVE. He probably ends up eating more of it then you guys, to be honest.

Makes sure it's your favorite flavor too.

Makes everyone sit down when it's time for cake and candles, if anyone tries to get up he's screaming at the top of his lungs.

Remember that "USE THE TONGS, CARL!" Yeah, he's channeling that energy to the hypnotized people cutting the cake and setting the table.

Fully looks at you like a successor (and like, his only real friend) so he's a bit pushy for this to go well. Not as much as Oswald, but still set on making this a good day for you. He just isn't as overt.

𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐺𝐼𝑇 𝑃𝐼𝐾𝐸

♫ “And the heating comes on.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Poor baby has never seen, attended, or had a birthday party in her life. It's new for her, it's intriguing. She loves this little strange family you guys have created.

You are LITERALLY her little sister, the only sibling she truly sees as her own!

It's obligatory for her to light the birthday candles (and almost burn the mansion down, chaos ensues)

Similar to Oswald, she gives you one intimate gift. Something she knows you'll love, something personal. You're favorite flowers, gems, or even a nod to an inside joke.

Arguing with Victor (Fries) about who has the better gift and who you like more.

When the day is nearing it's end, she volunteers to clean up to have some time alone with you. Everyone else is winding down, but you and her will get to talk like two best friends.

It's the only time she feels like a normal teenage girl. Just gossiping with you while putting Jerome's confetti in trash bags.

You'll probably have a little slumber party with her in the living room, eating left-over snacks and watching TV, throwing popcorn at each other. Speaking of popcorn....

"Hey, watch this!" She's nudging you, getting you to watch her make her own popcorn kernels with her flamethrower, signature smile on her face :>

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “You drape your wrists over the steering wheel.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He was fighting tooth and nail for this to be a tea party. Still upset it's not. Ended up still hypnotizing someone to make tea for you all. Ah, Small victories.

Also? We saw him in that chauffer outfit. He will gladly be the designated driver.

Similar to the rest of them, he wants some time alone with you. So, he's hypnotizing a limo and pulling up and practically stealing you away.

Takes you on a little shopping spree. Anywhere you want to go, he'll take you there! Even if he doesn't particularly enjoy it. (cough cough, convince stores, cough cough)

Wants to take you to the tea shoppes and bakeries.

He is LITERALLY the most BUSY bee out of EVERYONE. Everyone is so obsessed with planning and whatnot, but he actually has to do EVERYTHING by himself.

Whose hypnotizing the cake maker, the gifts, the decorations, the people, the waiters? Ah, the list goes on and on. He's a bit tuckered out by the time you too are done shopping and he's off his list of errands.

Have a cup of tea with him after <3 he will be infinitely grateful to wind down with you if you find the time during the day.

Sings happy birthday obnoxiously loud for you. He also insists everyone has perfect table manners and etiquette. (Looking at you, Jerome.)

𝐽𝛰𝑁𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐶𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐸

♫ “I can tell that you're tired.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Silent, for the most part. Will refuse to sing happy birthday, and will truly only participate if it's the two of you alone. He...doesn't work well in groups.

He's getting a slap on the wrist from everyone because of it.

He'd MUCH rather steal you away periodically through the day, to just talk to you about your childhood. Congratulate you. He's happy for you, but he's a little scared you're getting older.

Very protective. Always. No matter what.

You might hear him laugh a bit, joke around with you, just simply checking the surroundings and chaos from Jerome.

If you are someone who prefers things more lowkey, you'll find yourself spending the majority of the day with Jonathan. Eventually you two will just pass by each other every now and then, and share a brief respite from the bustling outside.

You are TRULY his best friend. He wants to make this day as good for you as everyone else does. He just doesn't know where to start.

He'll probably end up giving you your favorite gift out of EVERYONE.

Doesn't matter what it is. He'll know. It will be intimate, genuine, and a very heartfelt message on the bottom of a card attached.

"Love you, Y/N." -Jonathan

Okay, not SUPER heartfelt at first look, but for him? It's as close as you'll get to him being vulnerable.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆

♫ “We're getting good at this.” 400 Lux by Lorde

Jerome puts him on ice-cream duty and he's reasonably grumpy.

No, but genuinely, this is a VERY special day for him. He's a VERY proud dad!

Always wanted to have kids with Nora. Never got a chance. You really are his second chance at happiness, and he loves you so much. He gets to live out everything he thought he'd never be able too.

Wants to get more involved, but gets a little pushed out between Jerome and Oz.

Jerome probably makes him make ice sculptures. Or Ozzie asks him to freeze the body of your enemies. Perfect gift!

Similar to Jonathan, likes to keep things more lowkey. He'll sneak in a pseudo father daughter bonding moment, even if you don't know.

"So, uh, you're staying out trouble, right?"

He's asking, nudging you when you two finally get a moment alone. His voice comes out in a mumble, obviously not very experienced in this role of being a father. But he can't help it.

Overprotective dad scowling at Zsasz, you know, to get the point across. Zsasz staring riiiiiiight back.

"Just so you know...if you break her heart, I'm freezing yours." Victor #1 says, with a clicking sound, and a raise of his gun.

Victor #2 raises a non-existent eyebrow, and lifts his own gun in return. "Of course..." He drawls. The idle threats are there.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “You pick me up and take me home again / We're hollow like the bottles that we drain.” 400 Lux by Lorde

He's a loving boyfriend, you just have to get through his layers throughout the day!

Of course, he's your ride to and from the mansion. Driving with him, his hand on your thigh, disco music. Waking you up with kisses and birthday sex

He's grumbling just a bit everyone else wants to steal you away. Que him being a sassy boyfriend, rolling his eyes.

He ends up just standing around the mansion most of the day, sneaking bites of pastries or making idle conversation with the terrified waiters, while you are out with Jervis. He doesn't mind. It's your day. He is more then happy, this is his element. A whole day dedicated to his girl, and free food? Sign him up.

In contrast to everyone, he's the only person to give you a gag gift. Surprisingly, Jerome takes this too seriously to give you one. Victor doesn't, though. He'll give you a whole bunch of small gag gifts, just to see that beautiful smile on your face.

He'll end up getting you a real gift though. Something precious, gorgeous, elegant. Something absolutely killer. Black onyx necklace? Yes. You'll feel the leather of his gloves on your neck while he puts it on you.

Doesn't care if ANYONE looks at the two of you weirdly for the age gap. In fact, he'll become even MORE affectionate. Y'know, just to piss people off.

Speaking of age, he doesn't care you aren't 21 just yet. He's 100% sneaking the two of you some alcohol to drink. (Not without teasing you, of course, for being a downright horrible criminal!)

Oswald, Victor Fries, and Jervis don't appreciate you drinking. They are too protective. But Zsasz doesn't gaf what they say :>

#gotham #x reader #gotham x reader #batman #gotham villains x reader #batman rogues #batman rouges gallery #batman x reader #dc comics #jervis tetch x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #victor zsasz x reader #bridgit pike x reader #legion of horribles #j squad #victor fries x reader #jonathan crane x reader #birthday fic #jerome valeska x reader

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thegoldencontracts · 1 month

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Hey! I love your writing and was wondering if I could please request something myself?

Perhaps something where the reader finds out Azul is ticklish?

No pressure ofc^^ I’ll enjoy anything you write. Thank you!

- 🐙

Of course, thank youu for the request! I love the idea of him getting sooo embarrassed and ofc teasingly "oblivious"!reader bc I'm a sucker for flustered Azul and of course PININGGG

That's Preposterous!

Summary: Azul always seems so- perfect, always calm and in control. So when you find a new way to break his composure, you can't help but tease him about it.

Notes: So lovely to write, tw for tickling in case it's a trigger for you

Azul was always calm. Always in control. There was no denying that. You loved that side of him, all those talents, his voice, his grades - all obtained through hard work.

But you also loved to see the little cracks in his composure. The Azul beneath the mask of a perfect businessman. You'd made a little mental scrapbook of all these occasions, like you he blushed when you called him beautiful, or the way he got pouty whenever someone talked about his mess-ups during flight class. You seriously loved seeing those little slip ups.

...Seven, you were so crushing on him. You could practically hear Ace laughing at you for not just confessing already. But that wouldn't happen, because Azul would probably just reject you on the spot. He always talked about how dumb love was, after all.

For now, you'd just have to be satisfied with continuing to try and break through his composure. And hey, sometimes, it worked!

Like now. You were studying with him in the as, and while trying to reach for a book behind Azul, and you accidentally grazed his midsection.

The yelp you received was priceless.

"Huh?" You asked, though a second later, it was pretty apparent what happened. You could feel the grin stretch across your face. Getting that book wasn't important. Right now, you'd just found a new way to break through Azul's composure.

"Azul."

It was lilting, teasing, even, and Azul pretty quickly began to realize what you'd realized.

Azul Ashengrotto was ticklish? Another weakness to add to your little mental scrapbook.

"Is something wrong, Azul?" You asked in the most innocent-sounding voice you could muster.

Azul's eyes narrowed.

"I'm certain you understand the issue," he said, though no amount of defensiveness could hide the way his cheeks were turning red.

Somehow, you felt even more smug than before. This was going to be fun.

"No, no," you said. "Something has to be wrong! Maybe, you're sick? Let me check your temperature."

And so, you skittered your fingers all over his midsection, making it pretty evident that you did not, in fact, think he was sick, and were simply trying to mess with him, because people usually didn't usually check for a fever on the stomach.

Azul kept his lips stubbornly pressed shut, though he still ended up letting out a yelp right before he pushed your hands away.

"C-Cease this at once," he said, cheeks now bright red.

"Why?" You asked, and just as he was about to retort, you poked at his stomach. "Are you sore here or something? If so, I can always help!"

You sounded so innocent there it was actually impressive. Azul, meanwhile, couldn't hold in his laughter anymore.

"S-Shut it, you a-absolute-" Azul cut himself off with laughter. "Creti- Gah!"

Just as he was about to call you a cretin, you upped your attack, sending him into a full-on giggling fit.

"Really, Azul, tell me, what's happening? Why exactly are you laughing so hard? Did I say something funny?"

Azul glared at you as if to say 'How the fuck do you expect me to reply when I'm laughing too hard to talk', though it was hard to take him seriously when his cheeks were bright red and he had the biggest - forced, but still - smile on his face.

You still slowed down. You didn't want to actually cause him pain, after all. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved him way too much for that.

Finally slowing your assault, you shot Azul what was probably one of the coolest looking impish grins of all time.

"So," you started. "Is something wrong, Azul?"

It seemed like the dots had finally connected in Azul's brain. There was only one way to get out of this.

He'd have to admit he was ticklish.

"I-I'm afraid I'm rather..." He trailed off, ducking his head in embarrassment. You weren't having any of that. You scratched a finger under his chin, making him look up with a yelp. "Ticklish."

His face was bright red, eyes looking anywhere but you, and his hair ruffled. You couldn't help but grin as you finally removed your fingers. He looked so- mesmerizing like this.

"Glad to see you admitted it," you said, because the oblivious act had served it's purpose.

Azul just glared at you, but the pout on his face made it much less intimidating.

"Don't speak a word of this to anyone," he said. "Do you understand- Gah!"

You cut him off with a quick poke, and he looked at you incredulously.

"Aww, is Azul embarrassed that he-"

"Get out!" He said, voice cracking midway. He was really embarrassed about this, wasn't he?

You were going to stop for now, though. Or else you feared he might just explode considering how red his face was getting.

"Fine, fine."

As you left the office, though, you managed to catch a glimpse of Azul's fond smile, his little goodbye wave while he thought no one was looking.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto x reader #tina rambles #azul x reader #twst #twst azul #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #azul x you #fluff #tw tickling #<- in case you're uncomfortable with it

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"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 12*

Chapter 11

Chapter 13

I know guys, I know.

But to be fair, I gotta keep this lasting until NEXT weekend!

Speaking of...

SO, funny story:

I'm gonna be at a convention in Austin from Thursday-Sunday next week. [31ist-4th[

I can probably fit in watching all of Part 2-- the last time this happened, we did end up watching the whole thing on down times.

But damn am I gonna have to literally stay off EVERYTHING until that happens. I won't be able to handle it if Eddie dies.

But um, anyway-- i'm going to do my best to finish up before then. And get through Part 2 as fast as possible.

Also-- not to be that girl, but: the reblogs and comments make me wanna write more and sooner. 😅😜

Okay, here we go!

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Looking at Vecna for the first time in person, you quickly lost all your sass and strength against him. You buried your head in Eddie’s chest.

“I don’t wanna do this,” you whimpered.

“Aww” Vecna mocked you. “Big bad Y/N can’t take it in person?”

“Shut up,” Eddie growled, pulling you closer.

“Yeah, you can’t have her,” Robin snapped.

“Oh, I don’t need her,” Vecna chuckled. “I’ve got all you cretins to choose from now,”

“What?” You suddenly snapped to attention, looking at your friends with fear. “No, no you don’t want them Vecna, fuck with me,”

“Me me me, it’s all about me,” Vecna mocked you.

“Alright, fine,” he cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck, looking down at all of you. “You want me to ‘fuck with you’, Y/N? How’s this?”

He waved his hands and suddenly all four of your friends were in his power. Their eyelids convulsing, their bodies stiff.

“NO!!!!” You screamed, running to Eddie first. This was horrifying, you hated that Eddie saw someone like this. Saw you like this.

You then went down the line, checking everyone. They were all the same-- un-moving, eye blinking, statues.

“Shit shit shit,” you muttered to yourself, hearing Vecna’s laugh in the background.

“See where your selfishness gets you, Y/N?. Now all of your friends are suffering because of you,”

“I said take ME, jackass!” you screamed, now returning to Eddie’s side.

“Ah but see,” Vecna lowered himself down to you. “The more guilt and fear I build in you, the more delicious it will be when I wipe your brain. Your pain neurons are like crack,”

While you argued with Vecna, your four friends were trapped in their own hell.

Robin was in the video store, being heckled by patrons who somehow knew she was gay. They were spitting on her, calling her slurs. Her mother was there, saying how she raised her better than that.

Steve was caught in the video store as well, but he was being bombarded from former classmates telling him he’d never amount to anything. Saying that he peaked in high school, and he’d never go anywhere. Nancy was at the forefront of them, saying how much of a loser he was and how she couldn’t believe she had dated him.

Nancy was stuck in the newsroom with everyone not listening to her as editor. Telling her she was worthless, she couldn’t even keep a boyfriend. Then Jonathan appeared, telling her how much he hated her, that he never loved her.

But Eddie’s, Eddie’s was the worst of them all.

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He started out in his garage, his buddies from High School, playing D&D. He knew immediately where he was, when he was.

It was the day you had come over to tell him you loved him.

He immediately whipped his head around to see the door open, a young you standing in front of him.

“Y/N,” He went to hug you, but you yelled at him before he could move.

“FINE, YOU WANNA BE A DRUGGIE AND A LOSER, FUCK YOU TOO!!!”

“What?” he shook his head, still trying to walk to you. “No, no! I love you, Y/N,”

“Y-You do?” “you” asked him tearfully.

“Yes!” He smiled and kept going towards you, but the door SLAMMED in front of him before he could reach you.

“EDDIE!!!” He could hear you screaming through the door. He ran to it and began pounding on it.

“Y/N!” He screamed. “Y/N I’M COMING!!!”

“EDDIE!!!!” Your voice echoed through the door. “HE’S COMING!!!!”

“NO NO NO!!!” He knocked his body against the door, trying to break it down.

“EDDIE!!!” You screamed one last time, Eddie finally kicking the door off the hinges. But he was met with an empty hallway.

He was in his old house. The house he lived in with his mom, and his dad before the piece of shit took off on him. He looked around warily, the colors of the house looking faded and the furniture broken. His anxiousness was beginning to soar, remembering all the bad memories here.

“EDDIE, CLEAN YOUR ROOM OR YOUR GIRLFRIEND GETS IT!”

Suddenly his mom’s voice was booming behind him. He turned around to see his mom, holding a knife to your throat.

“...M-Mom?” he gulped, totally shocked to see her standing in front of him.

“First you killed me, now you’re going to let HER die too!!!!” his mother cackled.

“EDDIE!!! HELP!!!” You screamed at him.

“Y/N!!” He went to charge his mother, but she faded away before his eyes, taking you with her.

“Wait,” Eddie shook his head, starting to become lucid. “Wait, this isn’t real,”

“EDDIE!!!!” He now flipped around to see you being held by Vecna.

“This not ‘real’ enough for you, Eddie?” Venca laughed, running his fingers across your face.

“Eddie…” ‘you’ whimpered, Vecna’s claws digging into the side of your shoulder.

“NO!! STOP!!!” he begged, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Oh fine,” Vecna acted as if he was going to toss you down, but he grabbed your head and ripped it off, dropping your body to the floor.

“OH MY GOD!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” Eddie screamed in agony, falling to his knees.

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Upside Down

Eddie’s body began to rise as his horror fantasy was climaxing, ready to claim his life.

“NO!!!” You screamed blood murder as the others slowly began to rise as well.

This was hell. It was literal hell. This wasn’t a joke, this wasn’t Jason the douche wielding a gun like a jackass. There wouldn’t be a way out of this, you were about to see the love of your life ripped apart in front of you.

You HAD to do something, you couldn’t let him die because of you. Not again. You searched around you, looking for anything. Anything you could throw, distract him. Hurt him. You saw a large stick, grabbed it and chunked it at Vecna with all the might you could.

You saw it sail through the air, smacking him right in the face. WIth a loud roar, he shook his head and body from the hit. You saw all four bodies drop instantly, and you didn’t hesitate to run up to Eddie.

“We HAVE to get out of here, Eddie,” you shook him as he came to, sitting up and rubbing his head. When he saw you and your head fully intact, he grabbed you and pulled you as close into him as possible, beginning to sob. He didn’t care who saw him, you were alive.

“Eddie, baby…” you tried calming him down, not liking how the tables had turned. You didn’t know if this was exactly what you looked like when you thought he had died, TWICE, but you didn’t like it.

“Baby we have to go…please,” you tried pulling him to his feet but he clung to you like a child. You looked over at Nancy, Robin, and Steve all slowly getting to their feet.

“Y-You were…” he blubbered, slowly standing up but not letting go of you. “Your head was…”

“Oh, baby,” you looked into his eyes. His beautiful chestnut eyes were filled with tears, he was shaking.

He’d never looked that scared in his life; not in front of you, anyway. You let him pull you into him once more, letting him cry on the top of your head. While comforting him, you saw Vecna coming to his senses, setting his sights on the five of you.

“Shit,” you muffled into his hair, pulling him back slightly. “Baby, we need to go,”

All four of them looked where you were looking and began to run, no questions asked.

You ran and ran as fast as you could, holding tight to Eddie’s hand. You were not going to lose him, you weren’t. You weren’t even sure what you were running to, you just knew you had to get as far away from Vecna as possible.

“I can’t-- run--- anymore--” You felt your legs turning to fire, you couldn’t breathe. Eddie’s hold on your hand grew tighter at your words.

“You HAVE to, Y/N,” He told you, using all of his strength to pull you forward and lift you into the air.

He was now carrying you, while running himself. He was exhausted already, but his fear for your life gave him adrenaline like a mom lifting a car off her child. He finally noticed an empty building, to which he yelled back to the other three:

“Over here!!!!” he gestured with his head towards the building. They all nodded and followed him, not stopping until they were safely inside.

You all just sat there, inside the Upside Down version of a Mickey D’s. The golden arches on the wall mocked you all. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, trying to catch your breaths, you began to cry.

“We’re gonna die here, aren’t we?” you cried, pulling your knees into your chest. Eddie pulled you closer to him, still breathing hard.

“N-No,” he panted. “We’re not. We’re NOT going to die, here, do you hear me Y/N?”

You looked up from your knees into his eyes. “Y-Yeah,”

“We’re not going to die here, because I still have to marry you, and we have to have kids with bad ass Hellfire jackets. And i’ll teach them all D&D, and we’ll have our own campaigns, it’ll be great,”

“Oh God,” you laughed weakly. “Is that supposed to be helping? Because our kids are not playing--”

“Oh they most certainly ARE, Princess,” he smiled.

“Yeah?” you laid against the cash register counter and rubbed his hand with your thumb. “How many?”

“W-What?” he suddenly realized you were surrounded by other people, listening to him be all ‘mushy gushy’. “I-I don’t know babe, I haven’t--”

“Bullshit you haven’t thought about this!” you shoved him playfully. “Come on baby, please? Give me something to live for?”

“Oh thanks a LOT,” Eddie shoved you back. “I’m not enough to live for?”

“Can I tell you what I imagined then?” you asked sweetly, causing his jaw to drop.

“Y-You thought about it?” he asked.

“Eddie I’ve been in love with you since 7th grade,” You blushed. “I’ve planned our lives out together in so many different ways I lost count,”

“R-Really?” Eddie asked again, disbelieving his ears. There was no way his dream girl had been planning their lives together. No way.

“Eddie,” You looked at him seriously. “Come on. It was…you,” you put your hand to his face and leaned in close. “It was always you,”

“Oh my God I swear to God I’m about ready to go take my chances with Vecna,” Steve made gaging noises at the two of you.

“Oh shut up Harrington,” you flipped him off. “Like you haven’t planned out you and Nancy Drew’s life,”

Nancy, Robin and Steve all looked at you with shock and awe, while Eddie laughed in amusement at the comment.

“Excuse you!” Nancy cried, Steve looking at you with the same sentiment.

“Look Steve,” you put a hand on his knee. “Maybe it’s the exhaustion or the blood loss talking, but-- I think now’s the time to start tying up loose ends,”

“Blood loss--?” Eddie’s ears perked up, he began to search your body for wounds.

“Y/N I just don’t--” Steve rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Jonathan and I are breaking up,” Nancy suddenly announced, making the three of them look in shock, while you laughed.

“TOLD you!” you cackled.

“What do you mean you ‘broke up’?” Steve asked Nancy.

“I mean not technically,” she made a face.

“What does that mean?!” crossed his arms.

“It’s complicated, I don’t know--” she threw her hands up in distress. “Can we just--?” she motioned away from the group.

They both stepped off to the side to have their own conversation, just as Eddie touched your lower back.

“SSSSsssrttt!!!” You hissed as he touched the gash wound. “Fuck me Eddie, that hurts!”

“Yeah? Does it?” Eddie asked you in an angry voice. “So why didn’t you speak up about this before?!”

“Um GEE,” You mocked him. “Maybe it was because I was watching the love of my life floating in the GODDAMN AIR!!!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake--” Eddie groaned while taking off his jacket and tying it around your waist tightly, hoping to stop the bleeding.

“God,” you shook your head with a sad laugh once more. “Look at us. One of us is really going to die, aren’t they?”

“STOP saying that,” Eddie growled.

“Look where we’re sitting, Eddie!” you gestured around. “If you’re not at the brink of death, then I am! We just keep trading! Because we’re idiots!”

“Hey!” Eddie snapped. “For the record, that last time wasn’t my fault,”

“And this one wasn’t mine!” you gestured to your wound.

“Bullshit,” Eddie scoffed. “I know one of those beasty mother fuckers took a chunk out of your back!”

“Look just--” You started to tear up. “Just go, okay? Go to your trailer, find the other portal, and get out of here, okay?”

“Okay you must be loopy because you know there’s no way in hell that’s ever happening,” Eddie laughed.

“What are you gonna do Eds, huh?” You sadly smiled at him. “You gonna carry me the whole way?”

“YES!” He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes that’s EXACTLY what I’m going to--”

“We went the wrong way,” you laughed and cried harder.

“What?” he asked.

“To the trailer park,” you gestured outside. “When we started running, we ran in the opposite direction,”

“Shit…” Eddie whispered as he looked out the window, realizing you were right. His trailer was on the opposite side of town.

“Now we have to make it twice as far,” you sadly laughed. “Which means we’ll DEFINITELY die, which means--”

“SHUT. THE FUCK. UP!!!!!!!” Eddie suddenly bellowed, making everyone wince.

“Eddie, I--”

“No,” he told you sternly, getting inches away from your face. “No ‘Eddie’. No tearful goodbyes, no romancing some kind of fake life with fake kids, no more accepting that we are going to just sit here, and die. NO MORE, do you hear me Henderson?”

“....Okay,” you nodded quietly.

“We all have to stay optimistic,” Robin piped up, feeling like the fifth wheel.

“What?”

“Vecna preys on the vulnerable and desperate, right?” SHe pointed out. “So we have to stay positive!”

“She’s right,” you agreed, to which Robin smiled.

“So let’s focus on staying together,” Steve suggested, now returning to the group holding Nancy’s hand.

“Good talk, I assume,” you wiggled your eyebrows weakly with a small smile, making Nancy blush.

“Oh good,” Robin rolled her eyes. “Now I really am the fifth wheel,”

“Hey, Buckley,” Eddie hit her softly. “What did you just say?!”

“Yeah, I know,” she put her hands on her head and began pacing. “I just…I don’t think I’ll ever have that,”

“Hey,” you waved at her, getting her attention.

“You shouldn’t focus on that. Focus on this: you’ve got four people here who know who you are. ALL of you. And we all accept and love you for who you are. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Yeah,” she nodded with a small smile, looking around at the group. It was true, she had never had this many people she could be fully herself with.

“I guess that is something,” she shrugged with a smile.

“Okay then!” Eddie clapped his hands together, getting a fake enthusiastic tone. “We better get going, gang!”

“Please, don’t,” You groaned. “That is the scariest thing I’ve ever heard,”

“Oh shut your hole, Henderson,” Eddie scoffed as he picked you up and let you lean on him while you all walked. “I used to be a pretty happy kid, if you remember,”

“Happy kid?” Steve laughed loudly. “Yeah, no. I don’t buy that,”

“He was, believe it or not,” You defended him, making Eddie stick his tongue out in triumph.

In fact, you could recall the day he stopped being a ‘happy kid’.

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Four Years Ago, Hawkins HIgh

You saw Eddie coming down the hall and braced for a dirty comment, but were met with silence. In fact, he didn’t look at all like he was in the jovial mood. His bag was clutched closely to his bod, his head looked down at the floor. His hair was covering his face, but you could have sworn you heard muffled sobbing sounds when he walked past you.

“I um,” you looked at your fellow cheermates. “I forgot something in my locker, I’ll be right back,”

You walked down the hall to follow Eddie before waiting for a response. He was moving fast, but you kept up with him. You both sped walked across campus, until he finally stopped dead in his tracks in the parking lot behind the school.

“WHY are you following me, Henderson?” He asked you very loudly and angrily, without so much as a turn of the head your way.

“Because--” you stepped closer now that he had stopped walking, but you could tell he was visibly shaking so you made small movements.

“I’ve never seen you like this, Eddie,”

“Oh what do you know, huh?!” he spun around to face you, his face visibly tormented. Tears were rolling down his cheeks replacing dry ones, his eyes were red from even more crying.

“Oh, Eddie--” you started to go hug him, but his hands were up instantly, blocking you from any of his personal space.

“UH UH, NO,” He spat. “No ‘Eddie’...” he mocked your voice, trying to stop crying.

“NO. You-- you don’t get to sit there and make fun of me with your little fucking sheeples everyday, and then all of a sudden you wanna hug it out just because my--” He stopped and threw a hand over his mouth as if to keep from his words from spilling out.

“Your what?” You searched his face, trying to figure out what he was saying. It was so much easier when you were kids, when you were so in sync. You knew everything he was thinking, sometimes before he did. But now, his face was completely foreign to you.

“Nothing, just--” He started to turn back around and walk to his car, but you were done with games.

You walked right in front of him, stopping his path.

“Eddie Munson you tell me what’s wrong with you right now or I’ll--”

“Or you’ll what, Princess?” he barked, towering over you. “What the fuck are you gonna do to me? Ignore me? Make fun of me? Pretend we were never friends? OH WAIT--”

“Oh come on Eddie now is not the time to act like a child--” You rolled your eyes and began to chastise him when he yelled over you.

“Yeah well maybe it is because I just lost my MOM, Y/N!”

“....W-What?”

“Y-You wanna know what’s ‘wrong’ with me? Why I’m ‘upset’?” He began to cry again, but stopped himself. He wasn’t giving you the satisfaction.

“Because I just killed the one person who gave a shit about me,”

“What?” you blinked repeatedly, trying to process what he said. “That can’t be-- you wouldn’t--”

“She went into the hospital for ‘stress’, and then she never came out,” Eddie elaborated. “You tell me what she had to be that stressed about, that it would literally kill her,”

“I-i don’t know!” you cried, trying to think of things. “Bills, money, mortgage, a million other things other than--”

“ME,” He pointed to himself, now getting in your face. “ME. She was stressed about ME. And it KILLED HER,”

“No,” you shook your head. He just shook his head with a sad laugh and started walking away from you in response, but you chased after him.

“No that is NOT TRUE, Eddie!” you grabbed his hands and made him look at you.

“Look you and your mom may not have had the-- best relationship,”

You thought about how different his mom sounded the last time you had seen her. So-- downtrodden, about her own son. Maybe Eddie had a point. Not like you’d ever say that out loud.

“But she loved you,” you finally added with a small smile.

“Yeah, I know,” he ripped his hands from yours and continued to walk. “She was the last person left,”

Your heart broke at those words. You wanted to run after him and tell him he was wrong; that you did love him and you were sorry things had gotten so fucked up, and that you wanted to be there for him now that he didn’t have anyone--

But you didn’t.

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“Y/N? Y/N? Y/N!” Eddie’s voice drew you back to the present day.

You shook your head and remembered all your surroundings. Eddie had laid you down on a bench when you had nodded off, thinking the worst.

“W-What?” You blinked rapidly, trying to orient yourself. You sat up and looked around, as Eddie’s arms went around you.

“Jesus Christ,” he laughed into your hair. “Stop doing that to me,”

“What?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Scaring the shit out of me, that’s what!” he exclaimed.

“She’s lost way too much blood,” Nancy shook her head at the current situation. “We need to get her to a hospital or--”

“DON’T, Even say it. Don’t even THINK IT, Wheeler,” he warned her.

“Well!” She threw her hands up, gesturing at you. “Someone has to think logically here! Not just sobbing at her bedside every time she passes out!”

“You little--” Eddie started to lunge at her.

“AY HEY HEY HEY!” Steve body checked Eddie real quick. “Simmer down there, buddy,”

“She’s right,” Robin sided with Nancy, drawing more disapproval noises from Eddie.

“Look, I get that all of you are-- ‘scholarly’,” he air quoted.

“Scholarly?” Steve raised an eyebrow, glancing at Robin. “We work at a fucking video store, dude,”

“Look whatever, man,” Eddie shook his head, cradling you in his arms. “I just know that I can’t lose her, and I don’t want any science telling me otherwise,”

“...We could get her to a hospital,” Robin suggested.

“What?” Nancy half laughed at the idea. “How?”

“It’s still Hawkins, right?” Steve pointed to the right. “The hospital should be a block that way,”

“Oh and what are you gonna do Steve, ask a demo-dog to operate on her?” Nancy snarked.

“NANCY,” Steve yelled in frustration. “They’ll at least have supplies to-- stitch her up,”

“He’s right,” Robin agreed.

“Oh my god,” Nancy laughed to herself as they changed their route. “If you say so,”

Eddie hung back as he carried you, catching Steve before he got to the girls. “Hey man,” he nodded at him. “Thank you, really,”

“No problem, my dude,” Steve gave him a genuine smile. “If it was Nancy, i’d be the same way,”

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded with a small laugh. He knew Steve was telling the truth, he looked at Nancy the way he had wanted you to look at him for years. And now you did. And you would. Forever. He just knew it.

“Eddie,” you murmured weakly in his arms.

“Yeah baby?” he cooed.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.

“For what now?” He softly chuckled.

“Your mom,” you played with his ring on your finger.

“My mom?” his nose scrunched. “What are you--”

“I should have gone after you that day,” you interrupted.

“Oh,” Eddie looked down, knowing exactly what you meant. “It’s-- it’s fine,”

“It’s not,” you insisted.

“Well, it’s in the past now,” He smiled at you.

“Yeah,” You put a hand to his face. “I still wanted to say it. Just in case--”

“NO,” He shook you gently in his arms. “You stop it right now. I’ll forgive you for leaving me alone after my mom died, but I will not forgiving you for leaving me alone forever,”

“Okay okay,” you laughed, lifting yourself to press your lips against his.

Yo u just walked in silence after that, both praying you’d make it in time.

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OOOOh what's lamen escape room about??? I'm gonna guess they do an escape room together??? Unless you're on some other level with that name? Either way I wanna hear some details!!

the lamen escape room fic is one that i started a SHAMEFULLY long time ago, for my friend's birthday, and then never finished cuz i'm actually the worst 😅😅😅

it is about Laurent doing an escape room, and Damen (and Nik) working at the place!! running the game, giving the spiel, being the one to give hints, etc. Auguste holds the record for the quickest solo escape times and Laurent is determined to beat his time at least once. Damen is very invested (and attracted).

“If anyone is going to break Auguste’s solo record,” Damen said, “it’ll be him.”

He pushed the button to start the intro video and watched as Laurent immediately sprang into action, scouring the room for the proper starting point. It took him twenty-one seconds to find the first puzzle and thirty-two seconds to solve it. Damen almost wanted to laugh at how easy he made it look.

“Well,” Nik said, feet up on the desk again and a bag of chips in hand, “he’s got three more chances. We’ve only got five rooms, and he’ll never do the same room twice. That would be cheating.”

Damen swiped one of Nik’s chips and kicked back in his own chair. “He’ll do it,” he maintained. “Don’t ever underestimate the drive to outshine one’s older brother. Trust me, it’s very motivating.”

Nik snorted around the chip in his mouth, always eager to laugh at Kastor’s misfortune. They had never exactly gotten along, but then, Damen and Kastor hadn’t gotten along in recent years either, so maybe that was to be expected. Not everybody was lucky enough to have an older brother as bright, talented, and easy-going as Auguste. Kastor wouldn’t have been able to get through one of these rooms on his own if someone paid him to, and he would not be a good sport about his failure either.

Speaking of bad sports, Laurent was cursing up a storm. In French, of course. Auguste often did the same. Not for the first time, Damen was grateful he could understand it all because he was getting an education in colorful insults today.

“Oh no,” Nik said mildly. “Wonderboy’s stuck.” He popped another chip in his mouth with a crunch.

“He’s overthinking again. It’s not as complicated as he wants it to be.”

Damen turned on his mic. He got all the way through, “You might want to—” before Laurent was whipping around to send another of his pointed glares at the ceiling. It would’ve been more effective if his hair, already messy from him running his fingers through it, hadn’t ended up in his face, but it was still pretty vicious. He didn’t even need to say anything to have Damen releasing the intercom button at once.

When he was certain that Damen had gotten the message, he turned back to his search. The cursing continued, though it seemed to be as much at his hair for getting in his way as it did at the next clue he kept overlooking. Three times he had walked right past it and he was only getting more worked up as the seconds ticked by.

Damen held out for two whole minutes, squirming under Nik’s expectant (and judgmental) eye. Finally: “Are you sure you wouldn’t like a hint?”

“Quiet, you cretin!”

Damen laughed, too startled to do anything else. His only saving grace was that his mic wasn’t still on; he suspected Laurent would actually storm the control room to eviscerate him if he heard even a single chuckle, such was his current level of agitation. Damen held up his hands in surrender. Laurent couldn’t see, obviously, but even if they’d been in the same room, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. He was already subsumed by his thoughts again and, yes, there was the missing piece! Another cabinet unlocked and off to the next puzzle he went.

“Oh, no,” Nik said with the air of a man on the gallows. “No. No, Damen, don’t make that face!”

Damen didn’t bother looking away from the screen. “What face?”

“The smitten face!”

He looked this time, and it was only when he tried to frown at his friend that he realized he’d been smiling. Hastily, he schooled his expression into something more neutral. “This is not a smitten face,” he insisted. “I’ve just…never been called a cretin before.”

“And that’s somehow alluring to you?”

There was no way for Damen to answer that question honestly without incriminating himself, so he kept his mouth shut. Besides, Laurent was just coming up on the last puzzle. It was very exciting and required his full attention as game master.

Nik’s chair creaked as he leaned it back as far as it would go, groaning. “There is something very wrong with you. Have I told you that before?”

“Only every day since we met.”

i'm so disappointed with myself for not finishing this one cuz it's honestly really fucking funny and i love everything about it, i just got stuck and stalled out as i am very prone to doing. this was a 2019 fic and that's the year that my writing juice wholesale abandoned me i really wanna finish it sometime but i always have the persistent feeling that anything i add on now isn't gonna live up to the standard set by the first half 😅 which is irrational, but alas

ask me about my WIPs!

#and the answer is #dollopheadsandclotpoles #fics by me #Lamen #Captive Prince

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Day 9: Like A Fairytale

Written for the Whumptober Day 9 Prompt: "You're A Liar"

Ao3

Sayaka tries to slip into the auditorium as quietly as possible, but the teachers still glare at her for being late.

Luckily, Kimiko’s saved her a seat.

“Sorry! What did I miss?” Sayaka says.

“The principal got up and started going 'I have a massive boner for giving scholarship money to you poor underserved cretins who’ve probably never seen true art before because mommy and daddy couldn’t pay to send you to The Louvre for art camp,” Kimiko whispers back.

“You can try and pay a little more attention,” Sayaka says. “They wouldn’t call all the scholarship students in JUST to hype themselves up.”

“I have been paying attention, I gave you a perfectly accurate description of him jerking himself off about how great Kosei’s scholarships are.”

“Can you at least be a little less crass?”

Kimiko rolls her eyes and sticks her tounge out, and Sayaka laughs.

“Ahem,” the principal says. “We’re proud to announce yet another special opportunity for our scholarship students. How many of you have heard of Ichirayusai Madarame?”

Sayaka gasps and straightens immediately. Kimiko gives a confused look.

“He’s an up and coming artist who just debuted three years ago!” Sayaka whispers excitedly. “We saw his debut piece, The Sayuri?”

Kimiko’s eyes widen. She always likes to say it’s the art that leaves an impression on her, not the artist, so that gets her attention. “Oh man. I didn’t realize he was old,” Kimiko whispers back.

“Yeah it’s so impressive! He debuted at 50! After struggling for years! He’s an inspiration.”

Sayaka had grown up surrounded by art works. Her mother owned a gallery in Fukuoka, and as a child Sayaka would stare at the pieces that came in, feeling as though they, and their creators, had sprung out of the Earth fully formed.

She’d sit in front of the pieces every day, furiously doing sketches and studies, and then ripping up the pages of her sketchbook when she got home and saw that they weren't nearly as good as the ideas in her head.

One day, as she was working on her application to Kosei, she’d been in another slump when her mom showed her an article about The Sayuri.

Even in a printed magazine, it was clearly a masterpiece, and the next page had had a picture of Madarame and an interview about debuting in the art world after he’d turned 50.

“See,” her mother had said, picking up Sayaka’s discarded sketches. “There’s no rush! Your stuff will be on display eventually! Just keep working on it.”

Sayaka had taken that magazine with her to the dorms, and cherished it the night before critiques, when she was so stressed it left her sick and unable to sleep.

Everything could work out, Madarame-san proved that. And now he’s here! At her school!

“Hey, Sayaka, breathe,” Kimiko says.

Sayaka gulps in air and unclenches her hands from the auditorium seat.

“Thank you so much for the warm welcome,” Madarame-san says. “I recently had a revelation: there are so many new and upcoming artists out there who lack the guidance they need to truly be great. Your fine school–”

“Can old men talk without sucking each other off?” Kimiko mutters.

“Shush!” Sayaka says sternly.

“--am proud to announce that in conjunction with Kosei I will be choosing some of their scholarship students to take on as pupils!”

Sayaka lets out a high pitched squee that none of the adults can hear but makes all the students around her flinch.

Madarame-san’s taking on pupils? She has the chance to learn from her favorite contemporary artist in person?!

“Sayaka, if you pass out from hyperventilating again you’ll miss all the important info,” Kimiko says.

Sayaka takes in another breath and focuses on committing all the information to memory. They’ll each submit two pieces and an artist’s statement in a month, and then Madarame-san will choose five pupils to move in with him.

Sayaka’s practically buzzing when they're allowed to leave and go to lunch.

“This is amazing! Getting to learn from THE Madarame!” Sayaka says.

“Hey, hold up.” Kimiko grabs Sayaka’s arm and pulls her away from the group back to the auditorium.

“Wait, where are we…”

“We’re gonna find this Madarame guy in person, you’ll feed his ego a bit, and when applications come in he’ll think more highly of you!”

Sayaka gasps. “Kimiko, that’s cheating!”

“No it isn’t, you’re not bribing him or anything,” Kimiko says. “It’s just that we probably have dozens of students applying, including you, who are brilliant artists and would be qualified for the apprenticeship. If, when it comes down to it, he has to pick between you and someone who’s just as qualified and remembers, ‘hey that Sayaka Suzuki really resonated with my work, I think I’d like to work with her,’ that’s just what happens. Not like you’re taking it from someone who deserves it more.“

Sayaka’s about to argue when Madarame-san and the principal turn the corner.

“Hello, Madarame-san!” Kimiko says before Sayaka can stop her. “My friend here just wanted to say that your work means a lot to her.”

Kimiko nudges Sayaka forward and Sayaka opens her mouth and scrambles to think of words. “Um… yes. T-the Sayuri is, um—”

And then Sayaka turns and sprints as fast as she can down the hall.

“Ok, Sayaka, hear me out,” Kimiko says as she watches Sayaka pace their dorm. “What if you took a nap. Maybe took a shower and ate?”

Sayaka has paint smeared over her hands and face, and keeps getting more as she runs her hands through her silky, auburn, hair. “I can’t do that,” she says, pulling at Kimiko’s old hoodie she borrowed and has been using as a smock since they were first years. “This painting has to be perfect! You said it yourself, all things being equal, he’s going to think ‘she’s a massive weirdo and I don’t want anything to do with her’! I have to make something that'll absolutely blow his mind!”

“Ok but you can only afford so many canvases before you’re gonna start dipping into the grocery budget.” Kimiko says, pointing to the discarded pieces. “I thought you had a thumbnail sketch you liked?”

“Yeah but it’s not coming together right! I know how I want it to look but it doesn’t…”

“You could just submit some old pieces,” Kimiko points out. “The teachers loved that one you did from the trip to Tokyo tower.”

“And what if Madarame-san thinks I’m lazy! I’m already submitting one old piece to save time to focus on making this one perfect!”

“Then you’ve forced my hand,” Kimiko says. “We're getting dinner and a movie.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staring at this for too long, we’re getting out of this dorm even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming.”

“No you can’t”

“I will get the flute out and practice until you leave.”

Sayaka groans, but acquiesces.

They go to a dingy-looking little Korean restaurant with some amazing home-cooked food.

Sayaka hadn’t realized how hungry she’s seated in front of a Kimchi Stew that she devours.

She finishes the bowl and sees Kimiko smirking at her.

“See? What’d I tell you?”

“Ugh, why do you always have to be right?”

“I don’t, with you I just am.”

Kimiko orders them dessert, then they walk to the theater. It’s a gorgeous evening, with summer gradually giving away into fall.

Kimiko especially seems to light up in the setting sun, like the golden rays were specifically crafted to make a crown for her.

“Any thought about what you want to watch?” Kimiko asks, shaking Sayaka from her thoughts.

“Nah, I’m tired,” Sayaka says. “Kimikooooo, carry me?”

“Hmmm, maybe, but if I do I’m gonna take you straight home, tuck you in, and you’re not even gonna touch a paintbrush for the rest of the night.”

Sayaka giggles. “Ok, pinky promise.”

They hook their pinkies together, then Kimiko lifts Sayaka onto her back.

“Kimiko?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” Sayaka mumbles. “I needed this.”

“Like I’d let you spiral like that and sit around,” Kimiko says. “I hate seeing you upset like that, you’re my best friend.”

“Yeah, best friends,” Sayaka says, burying her head in Kimiko’s hoodie. “You and I? Friends forever.”

Today’s the day! Madarame-san’s decision will be in the mail today!

Kimiko had promised to get their mail so all Sayaka has to do is wait, pacing so hard she’s probably worn a hole in the carpet.

The second the door opens, Sayaka practically pounces on Kimiko, who pulls out the envelopes.

Sayaka doesn’t even bother with the letter opener, wrecking her envelope in her haste to get to what’s inside.

Ms. Suzuki,

I regret to inform you that…

Oh.

She wasn’t accepted.

It’s like the ground beneath her’s turned into a pool of water and she’s just sinking, deeper and deeper and further away from the light.

“Woah! Sayaka!” Kimiko says, reading her own letter. “I got accepted!”

Sayaka’s brought back to the present. “That’s great!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn't get accepted,” Sayaka says.

“What?!” Kimiko grabs Sayaka’s letter and reads it, then reads it again. “No, that’s a mistake. There’s no way I got accepted and you didn’t, you’re the best artist I know!”

“Well, seems Madarame-san disagrees,” Sayaka says.

“Well he can go fuck himself. I’m not moving in to his stupid house if you’re not there too.”

“N-no!” Sayaka says. “You can’t give up on something like this because of me!”

“That old coot started it by giving up on you!”

“Kimiko. Come on, be reasonable. This is your chance to make connections in the art world! Having a foothold like that is amazing! And you could learn so much! You can not pass up on it!”

Kimiko seems to consider it. “Are you sure you’re ok with this?”

“Of course! What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t help you take the opportunity.”

“But I’ll have to move in with him. We can’t be roommates anymore.”

“We’ll still see each other in class! And we can hang out all the time,” Sayaka insists. “I promise, I’m not letting you give up.”

“...fine,” Kimiko says. “But only because when I get all that old dude’s dumb connections, I’m gonna tell ‘em all about you, and I’m gonna tell you everything he shows me.”

“Kimiko, this is so amazing! I’m so happy for you.”

“And besides, we’re getting an apartment together when we go to college? So you can handle a few months not living with me, can’t you?”

Sayaka laughs.

“There’s my girl,” Kimiko says, pulling Sayaka into a hug. “I love that smile.”

“I really am happy for you,” Sayaka says. “Trust me, this is going to be amazing.”

As the weeks pass and the days settle into a chilly October, Kimiko is kept busy taking lessons from Madarame-san.

To make up for it, Sayaka’s determined to spend as much time with her as possible when they have days off, and she’s trying to make it look like she’s not too excited as she waits by Hachiko.

She spots Kimiko in the crowd immediately.

“Kimiko!” Sayaka says, running over, but in the process she almost runs over a little boy holding Kimiko’s hand. “Huh? Who’s this?”

Kimiko sighs. “Sayaka, this is Yusuke. I’m watching him for Madarame.”

Sayaka blinks. What? Madarame-san can’t really be tutoring a child this young. Even if this kid is talented somehow, he’s, what, six? He can’t be old enough to decide to be an artist professionally!

“Are your parents studying under Madarame-san?” Sayaka asks. Seems like a waste of time and space to take in a pupil with a kid but perhaps Madarame-san is simply kind.

“My parents are dead,” Yusuke-kun says.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry,” Sayaka says, stammering. “I– uh–”

“He’s Madarame’s ward or something,” Kimiko explains, “I don’t think he’s adopted adopted but Madarame-san took him in after his mom died, and now that the old man’s out of town someone has to keep an eye on him and everyone had plans so I drew the short end of the stick for having him tag along.”

“Ah, w-well I’m glad to have you along Yusuke-kun!” Sayaka says. “I’m Sayaka Suzuki.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Suzuki,” Yusuke-kun says. “Rikimura-senpai says we’re going to a haunted house?”

“I’m really sorry I had to surprise you with him,” Kimiko says, “but as you can see he’s at critical risk of turning into an old man before he hits ten, so he needs acute exposure to other people and to leave the house stat.”

“Of course! It’s a very important mission,” Sayaka says. “It’s a haunted house for families, so it shouldn't be too too scary for Yusuke-kun.” She leans down and puts her hands on her knees. “I think if you’re brave enough we can get you a little treat.”

“I’ll do my best Miss Suzuki!” Yusuke-kun says. He, kids are so easy.

“Step one: you’ve got to stop being so formal,” Suzuki says.

“Oh don’t even bother. I’ve been trying to get him to drop the ‘senpai’ thing for weeks,” Kimiko says.

Yusuke-kun does look uncomfortable at the idea of addressing her improperly, so Sayaka pats him on the head. “Well maybe we can get you an extra treat if you’re brave AND you can stop acting like I’m your school teacher, ok?”

“Ok.”

They buy wristbands from the haunted house attendant.

“Now don’t be worried about holding my hand, Yusuke-kun,” Kimiko says.

“You can hold mine if you’re scared too, Rikimura-senpai.”

Sayaka stifles back a chuckle as Kimiko grins. “I think I’ll be fine, but thanks.”

The haunted house is modeled after a hospital, with bloody smearing the walls and dark red lighting. There’s creepy canned music playing over a speaker as well as they wander through the halls, which have been made into a simple maze.

Kimiko nudges Sayka and wordlessly points to Yusuke-kun. Sayaka nods immediately.

“Hey, Yusuke-kun,” Kimiko says. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Yes.”

“Oh? Then you better watch out, because one might… just… grab you!”

Sayaka reaches out and snatches Yusuke-kun’s shoulder, and he jumps back.

“Huh? Suzuki-san?” Yusuke-kun thinks for a minute. “Oh, is this a prank?”

Ok, well not the reaction she was expecting. “Yeah, it was. Sorry if we startled you.”

“It’s ok,” Yusuke says before continuing on.

“You were not kidding about him already being an old man,” Sayaka whispers.

“Right? Kid won’t make any friends if we don’t help him.”

“Maybe he’s just bored,” Sayaka suggests. “I mean this place was supposed to be way creepier when I heard about it.”

“Eh, it’s fun. We’ll give the haunted house guys a polite scream towards the end.”

Suddenly the speaker playing canned music shuts down and a voice comes on the speakers.

We’re sorry, there seems to be a malfunction in our system. Please follow the exit signs to the left.

Red exit signs that barely stand out against the other lighting flash, and they follow the instructions.

“This place was really shoddily made, huh?” Sayaka mutters.

The lights start flickering on and off, occasionally leaving them in total darkness.

“Hey, what’s that scraping sound?” Yusuke-kun asks.

Sayaka and Kimiko stop, and now that they hear it, it’s some sort of sound like someone dragging something along the ground.

“Probably them trying to fix—” Kimiko starts but she’s cut off by the sound of giggling.

It’s nothing like the other sound effects from before, it sounds like an actual person instead of a cheap tape.

“L-let’s get out of here,” Sayaka says, moving slightly closer to Kimiko.

“Yeah.”

They turn the corner and finally see the white light from the exit door.

“Thank goodness,” Sayaka says. “We can—”

There’s the sound of creaking behind them, and slowly they turn and watch… something fall from the ceiling and start moving towards them.

It gets caught in a glimpse of light and turns out to be a gigantic baby with a bloody bag covering its face.

“M-mama!” it cries suddenly, making Sayaka jump and grab onto Kimiko’s arm.

“Let’s go!”

They turn and run, but they can hear the giant baby scraping the floor behind them.

“M-mama! M-mama!”

They’re about 20 feet from the door when an antique doll pops up right in front of them, it’s porcelain face and empty eyes shining starkly amongst the red lights.

This time Kimiko screams, and she grabs Yusuke-kun and Sayaka by the arms and pretty much drags them the rest of the way through the door.

“We hope you enjoyed!” the attendant says cheerfully as they exit.

“Wow,” Kimiko pants, “I think I’m gonna have nightmares.”

“Me too,” Sayaka sighs. “But Yusuke-kun, you weren’t scared at all!”

“No, I was scared,” Yusuke-kun says. “The baby was really well-made.”

“Really? You didn’t scream at all!”

“Sensei doesn’t like it when I’m too loud, so I’m good at keeping it in,” he says.

“Well, regardless, I think we’ve all earned that treat!” Sayaka says.

The next time they go out and Yusuke-kun tags along, they head to the gallery in Ueno. Yusuke-kun might just be the only person as excited as Sayaka in an art gallery, attentive scrutinizing every single painting.

It gives Sayaka and Kimiko a chance to hang back, which Kimiko looks like she sorely needs.

“You don’t want to talk art with Yusuke-kun?” Kimiko asks.

“No. I want to know if you’re doing ok,” Sayaka says. “I mean, your hands…” They covered in cuts and incredibly dry and calloused. Kimiko only seems to just notice and quickly puts her gloves back on.

“It’s pretty dry in that shack, now that it’s getting colder I just need to lotion more, I guess.”

“And the fact that you’ve been falling asleep in class?” It’s only been a few months since Kimiko started studying under Madarame-san, but she’s clearly much more exhausted.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Kimiko says. “Madarame’s just got a real strict policy about getting paintings done. He’s all ‘the more you create the better you get so you have to finish a painting once a week’!” Kimiko does a goofy voice in an impression of him, but Sayaka isn’t laughing.

“That’s a really short time to make a painting and do all your school work,” Sayaka says. “Maybe you can ask him to take a break?”

Kimiko snorts. “Never thought you’d be the one telling me to take it easy,” she says. “Seriously, Sayaka I’m fine. I’m really excited for you to see my next piece, actually.”

“Oh? When can I see it?”

“Once Madarame’s done looking at it and says it’s ok. I really think it’s as good as one of yours.”

“As good as mine?” Sayaka asks. “But it’s probably better isn’t it? You’ve been studying under a master all this time and—”

“Come on, your stuff’s always blown mine out of the water, anyone can see that,” Kimiko says. “I’m pretty sure the old man thought he didn’t have anything to teach you, that’s the only reason I got accepted and you didn’t.”

“You don’t need to lie to me to hype me up, Kimiko.”

“I’m not lying! Sayaka, you’re my only friend. I didn’t have anyone until you walked up to me at school and said you liked my picture. I want to be an artist because of you. I want to be able to go wherever you go. You’re my light at the end of the tunnel.”

Sayaka feels her face blush.

“Kimiko… I…”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to get all sappy, it’s just—”

“No, I get it. You’re… my light too,” Sayaka says. “I think, if it weren’t for you I’d be so in my own head I… well I don’t know what. But whenever something goes wrong and I feel like my world is crashing down, you’re always there to cheer me up.” She grabs Kimiko’s hand. “Kimiko… I—”

“Stop,” Kimiko says, looking around. The only other person in the gallery is Yusuke-kun, who’s a ways away and intently focused on a statue. “If… there’s any chance you feel the way I feel, we have to be careful.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… Sayaka, I didn't decide to go to Kosei on a whim,” Kimiko says. “My parents kicked me out. Because… because… when I have these feelings, and—”

Sayaka cups her face. “Why did you never tell me?”

“Because I couldn’t take it if you rejected me like they did.”

“Well I’m not,” Sayaka says. “Because I love you, and I don’t care if my mom hates me for that too.”

“Sayaka…” Kimiko breathes, pulling her into a hug. “I love you too. I love you so much.”

They touch foreheads for a bit before Yusuke-kun walks back to them. “Are you guys coming to look?” he asks.

“Yeah, we’re coming!”

The rest of the day, Sayaka and Kimiko hold each other’s hands, and when they step outside it’s snowing. Once again, Sayaka feels like the weather was made to frame Kimiko like an angel, though maybe that’s Kimiko. She’s so beautiful she forces nature itself to recognize it.

Sayaka checks her phone, waiting outside the gallery for Kimiko. The last time they talked it was discussing birthday party ideas for Yusuke-kun in a few weeks, but then nothing but radio silence as Sayaka asked what she should wear to Madarame-san’s art show and where they should meet.

Sayaka shivers in the cold, and sends a quick text that she’d be inside before stepping in.

The gallery is filled with quite a few people who’re interested in Madarame-san. The artwork on display is amazingly varied, and Sayaka supposes that’s what you get from his “quantity over quality” method. If you simply put your energy into making as much as possible, you’ll end up with a variety of great works.

“Excuse me!”

Sayaka turns around hoping it’s Kimiko, but instead it’s someone with a press pass.

“I’m writing a feature on Madarame-san,” the reporter says. “What brings someone as young as you to his show?”

“O-oh I’ve been a fan ever since The Sayuri,” Sayaka says. “I mean it’s really inspiring that he can debut even so late in life. Although, I’m admittedly not here to see just him. I’m friends with one of his pupils.”

“Ah! A Kosei student perhaps?” the reporter says. “I’ve heard he’s been working very intimately with your school to foster young talent— any comments?”

Something catches Sayaka’s eye. “No, excuse me,” she says, leaving the reporter and heading to a piece in the corner.

It’s a creepy, atmospheric piece, centering on a ceramic doll who’s face shines in sharp contrast to the red lighting.

It’s… odd that Madarame-san would spend time going to a silly haunted house. Maybe Kimiko or Yusuke-kun told him about it, but he shouldn’t be able to get the doll exactly, even if he was that good.

There’s a crowd of people gathered around the centerpiece of the show, and Sayaka’s heart stops.

The painting is of her.

Well, not exactly. It’s been touched up a bit, and black censor bar is painted over her face to obscure it in a way that doesn’t quite fit with the rest of the painting, but Sayaka knows it’s her because she can tell.

Kimiko made this.

Sayaka feels a hand on her shoulder.

“Suzuki-san! Thank you so much for coming!” Madarame says. “I’m so happy you could make it.”

“You know who I am?” Sayaka asks, feeling tense.

“Yes, Yusuke’s told me all about how you and Rikimura-san are willing to take him out. I also remember quite liking your application! If I could have taken in more pupils, I would have loved to have you.”

“Where is Kimiko?” Sayaka asks.

Madarame smiles. “She wasn’t feeling well, so she couldn’t come. I’ll be sure to give her your regards.”

Sayaka’s gaze flits between the painting and Madarame.

“Oh, do you like my new piece?”

“Yes,” Sayaka says. “What was your inspiration for it?”

“Ah, as I’m sure you know, I never reveal my muses.”

“Right. Of course.”

“Suzuki-san, can I speak with you privately for a second?” Madarame asks, grabbing her arm and steering her to an empty wing. “You seem upset.”

Sayaka grits her teeth. “You’re a fraud,” she spits out. “You have Kimiko’s work up there with your name on it, and I bet you have others too.”

Madarame’s smile doesn’t falter, but there’s a shift in his eyes to something almost wolf-like. “Of course you of all people would be able to see that my pieces are inspired by Rikimura-san.”

“‘Inspired by?’ That’s outright plagiarism!”

Madarame-san gives a dramatic sigh. “Suzuki-san, I’m not one to judge your kind for your… impulses, however I don’t want you to ruin the potential for a bright career because you’re so blinded by lust you see Rikimura-san in everything.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Sayaka say

“Come now, Yusuke’s told me all about how close you two are.”

“We’re just friends,” Sayaka says. “We’ve never done anything in front of Yusuke-kun that would—”

Madarame gives a shark-like grin. “Perhaps you overestimate your own ability to be subtle. Regardless, for yours and Rikimura-san’s sake, I wouldn’t let your lifestyle get in the way of your careers.”

“How is she supposed to have a career if you’re stealing all her work!” Sayaka snaps.

“That depends on you, I suppose. If you can find it in yourself to stay away.”

Sayaka glares at him.

“Oh, you’re so selfish, aren’t you?” Madarame says. “I got the impression you cared more. Certainly you’d feel something if your mother’s career were in jeopardy?”

“She’s established, you can’t take advantage of her.”

“Oh, my dear.” Madarame says. “I’ve made many powerful friends recently, all it will take is several well-known people saying she sold them false paintings, and she won’t be able to step foot in a gallery ever again.”

Sayaka searches for something to say, but Madarame seems satisfied that she won’t come up with anything. “Now, why don’t you run along. And I suggest you stay away from Rikimura-san. It would be such a shame if her future as an artist was destroyed because you were making baseless accusations. Especially with what happened with her parents, she has nowhere else to go, does she? You don’t want to put her at risk, do you?”

She wishes she had something to say to him, something that would make this old man quiver in his boots, tell her where Kimiko is, and never speak to them again.

But she doesn't and Madarame knows it, so she runs off.

She’s almost out the gallery door when she runs into Yusuke-kun.

“Miss Suzuki? What’s wrong?”

It’s funny. Tears are starting to well up in her eyes, but Sayaka can only see red.

“What did you tell him?”

“Huh?”

“What did you tell Madarame?!”

Yusuke-kun seems taken aback. “I-I asked him about Rikimura-senpai’s parents. It seemed rude to ask her so—”

“You told him about a private conversation! You told him about me and Kimiko!” Sayaka shouts. “You live with him, you have to know he’s using her! And the rest of them too! Are you in on it or something?”

“Sensei only wants to help—”

Sayaka gives a sharp laugh. “You’re a little liar! Is that your part in this whole con, try and use your cute face to make people ok with being used and spat out?! Or do you just sit back and ignore what happens under your own roof. Either way, it’s your fault this happened to Kimiko.”

Sayaka also knows it’s hers. If she hadn’t convinced Kimiko to take the offer of studying under Madarame…

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Yusuke-kun says.

“Yeah, whatever,” Sayaka says, storming off. “Let’s see how long you can keep telling yourself that.”

Ten years later.

It’s a hot summer day when Sayaka goes to give her testimony to the prosecutor. She’s been staunchly avoiding anything to do with art for years, so she was surprised to get a call asking her to testify in the case against Madarame.

She’s sure it’s a formality since the man confessed live on television, but she feels a bit of vindictive glee she’s never felt all the other times she relived that night or stewed on the fact that she never saw Kimiko again.

As she prepares to leave the court house, she easily spots a tall young man with blue hair.

“Wow,” she says. “You look exactly the same.”

“Suzuki-san!” Yusuke-kun says.

“I’m surprised you remember me. Are you testifying today as well?”

“No, I heard you’d be here,” Yusuke-kun says, pulling out a card. “A friend helped me with this, it’s Rikimura-san’s number and address.”

Sayaka forces herself to stay calm before taking the card. “Do you think this makes up for what you did?”

“Hold on, what he did?” A white girl standing next to Yusuke-kun speaks up. “I’m sorry?”

“Running around telling Madarame-san everything. Turning a blind eye to everyone who suffered over the years. Kimiko was one of the first and I know from the news reports she wasn’t the last.”

Despite his height, Yusuke-kun shrinks back. “I just wanted to try and take steps to make up for some of it,” he says. “I know you won’t accept it as an apology, but please accept it as a sign of me trying to do better.”

Sayaka simply glares at him.

“Hold on, you are Sayaka Suzuki, yes?” the quiet boy next to Yusuke-kun says. “Yusuke told us about you. You would have known Madarame in 2006. Are you really holding a grudge against someone who was six years old at the time?”

Sayaka doesn’t like the way he’s scrutinizing her from behind those glasses. It’s like with a single look he’s forcing her to dig up things she buried a long time ago and didn’t touch unless she was several bottles of wine in and alone in her apartment.

“I think you should ask your friend how he can live knowing he could have at least tried to do something. Even if it wouldn’t have made a difference, it would have at least shown he wasn’t as callous as Madarame. At least then it would have shown he cared.”

“Lady, he was six,” a delinquent with bleached hair. “The ‘eff is wrong with you?”

“It’s fine guys,” Yusuke-kun says. “I deserve the ire.” He turns to Sayaka. “Suzuki-san, I’m deeply sorry for everything that happened. You and Rikimura-san deserved better. I hope you can at least see each other again after all this time.”

Sayaka’s wall starts to crack a little, so she pushes back the group of teenagers and leaves. “Thank you, Yusuke-kun. I have high hopes you’ll prove yourself better than that man.”

Outside, she takes a look at the number on the card.

She takes a breath, pulls out her phone, and makes the call.

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