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meenah-chan · 3 years

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A Smear of Blood

A Mammon x F! MC fanfiction

Genre: Angst

1.38k words

Trigger Warning: Lots of blood, mention of death & violence. Read at your own discretion.

You two were just sleeping together in your room. It's the same old night. Yet for some reason, when he woke up that day, the one beside him is not you, but a smear of blood.

Everytime he wokes up he will usually see you still asleep in his arms. Or sometimes you staring at his sleeping face, which never fails to send his visage into flaring.

But that morning is different. The space beside him is empty.

He shouldn't be thinking of it as you may only be doing your business in the bathroom.

But no...

That morning is different. When he lifted the blanket covering him and the space beside him, an ample amount of blood, as large as his two stretched palms, spreads across the sheet.

His mind went blank for a second. He froze, sitting on his spot as if time went on a total halt. His own blood drains from his face. And in an instant, everything came back, rushing through his veins. Thousands of thoughts he never wished to have invaded his senses.

Did something happened last night? Did someone attacked her? Is it a grudge towards his human? No, there's no way that's possible. She's way too kind for anyone to held any ill intent towards herself. Is it because she is a rare, appetizing human? Or maybe the monster want to settle past misdeed he committed and chose to attack the most important person in his life?

No, he should have felt any danger if that's the case... Or... Could he?

Mammon is one of the strongest in the Devildom. He also have been alive for who knows how long. He barely experienced some lesser demons attack him in his sleep, much less in the House of Lamentation.

No. No one aimed for his head in his own abode. Entering the den of the most monstrous beasts in the Devildom is a suicide for any assassins to test their luck.

It doesn't make sense! It doesn't...

Yet... That blood... That metallic scent invading his sense smell right now... He'd be dumb if he could ever forget such scent. He knew it so well. Why does he knew it so well? Of course he...

The image of that day flashed through his mind and he never knew his heart would sink deeper than it already has. The image of her lifeless body in his arms, soaked with her own blood and bruises. Limp. Breathless. Cold. Too cold. With her lifelessly gentle eyes staring at his useless self, who couldn't do anything to protect her. It's too late. His tears and screams won't bring what she have lost.

His loss. He lost her once already and swears he'll protect her this time around. He'll protect her with his life. He'll... Protect her?

A lightning strucks his system as he force his stiff limbs to motion. He wants to scream but a lump in his throat blocks all the sound he want to gouge out.

He flails out of the bed. He reach for the knob only for it to move a few feet away from him and his hand.

When he raised his unfocused eyes to the person who opened the door, he gasps for air he didn't knew he's been holding.

"Ahh. You're... Awake." His human peeked inside the room for a second. "And you saw that..." She sighed.

But the demon stood there motionless. He scans her with his eyes for any visible wound and blood stains. Any trace of blood on her. Yet he saw nothing but her sweaty self gasping for air, holding what seems to be a comforter.

"...mon... Mammon? You don't look so good." A touch of her warm fingertips is enough to push his last button to tears, which he did. "M–Mammon?! W–Wha, H–Hey!" Tears streams down like falls on his cheeks to the back of her hands as she held his face.

"What... the hell..." They both melted to their knees as Mammon start sobbing. "Hey, Mammo—" her palms slid past his slippery wet cheeks as he pulls her to tight embrace.

"'Ya idiot... human... Ye're killin' me." He whimpered in a muffled voice, face buried on the crook of her neck.

His words snapped all the dots connected in her head of what is actually happening. It probably is because of that incident. The day she died... or atleast her other self. It was a sight, to see herself bathing in a pool of blood, as if it was a different person. It was a sight, really. But it was not the one that sparked her emotion. It was the demon that held her so tight as if she'll slipped away from his grasp. It was Mammon.

She couldn't really comprehend what happened when she was attacked by the youngest brother. She was stranggled, passed out and woke up under the staircase.

It never left a mark on her. She held no ill will towards him. But as the demon with the strongest bond with her, Mammon, was so devastated that time. He cling onto her. He wail with his futile pleads for her to hang on. To not die.

Seeing him like that made her regret the event she have no way of ever predicting. The event she have no control of.

The only thing she could do is to protect him from the ghost of the past. She have to give reassurance to the second oldest— her first demon.

So she hugged him back as firm as he did, caressing his hair lovingly. "There, there... I'm here. Everything's going to be alright."

He squeeze her tighter she could hardly breathe. But even if it's hard, she let him because right now, she could finally feel the grip her other self felt that time. She's be lying if she said she didn't felt a hint of jealousy oozing out within her that time. "Don't you dare leave me like that ever again."

"I won't. I'll be with you as long as it takes. This won't happen again."

She gave him featherlight kisses that soothes his pain. A gentle yet firm embrace to gave him assurance and warmth. And within a few moments, Mammon pulled himself back, his eyes and cheeks dusted with shades of red.

"But wait... Are you really not hurt or something?" The white-haired demon close his eyes as she wipes his tears with her thumb.

"You wanna check with your own eyes?" She smirks and wiggle her brows at him, earning a darker flush on his tan face.

"Then what the hell's with the sheet? That isn't your blood, right?" Now it's her turn to blush.

"Uh... Can we just forget that..." Azure orbs glare through her soul. "... or maybe not." She nervously laugh while evading the piercing looks towards her.

"Ugh... This is embarrassing. How should I put this..." She scratch her nape as she search for the right words. "Well, it is mine." Mammon's eyes widen and without hesitation, he lift her shirt and frantically check her torso.

"H–Hey! Sto– Wait! I'm not hurt! That time of the month just came a bit too early is all!" She hastily pulled the hem of her shirt off his grip and down.

"W–What time?" He stares at her, confusion and worry evident on his expression.

"I'm on my period, okay. I woke up with it staining the covers. I panicked and run out after changing to search for a replacement. And yeah, I was late." She pat the sheet on her side. "You saw it before I arrive." She look down to hide her flustered face.

"... Seriously..." Mammon's forehead drops to her shoulder.

After a few seconds, he cups her face and face her to him. "Why'd'ya have ta hide it? And from the Great Mammon? Really?"

"Well, it's embarrassing you know..." She pouts.

"Like hell it's embarrassing. It's normal. It's a part of being a woman. If somethin' like this happen, don't hesitate to ask for the Great Mammon's help... Well it's not like I'm worried or anything. I just wanna help ya. Ye're my human after all." He squishes her face as he grin from ear to ear tinted with pink.

"Yes, my tsundere demon." She also smiled like he did as she held the hands on her cheeks.

"Huh?! Who're ya callin–" he protested, only to be silenced with a peck on the tip of his nose.

"I love you, my Great Mammon."

I was too hyped yesterday I just finished 2 fanfics. That OM! anime announcement left me on edge.

And to anyone waiting for my series Quintessence, I'm on it hahaha 😅😂 I'm torn between two twist and still can't decide but I'll surely post it as soon as I finished it. Please bear with me for the last 2 chapters.

P. S. To anyone who watch BL Romance and haven't seen Given yet, I highly recommend it! A real tear-jerker with amazing plot and masterpiece songs 😭💖💖 I won't go with details but there's something really unique with it and you wont regret watching it sksksk 😚😚

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 4 years

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I'm feeling kinda angsty. Could you do 40 on the Angst part of the prompts list with Levi?

Prompt list can be found here

Only the real mvps know that i posted this on ao3 first lolol, also this is 1.4k words long, if this post flops i will be disappointed

You had really thought things between you and Levi had been going really well, you and him were spending plenty of time together, playing games, watching anime, geeking out over random things together, just over all having really good times together overall. And when obviously when two people spend a lot of time together it's only natural they grow closer, although you had grown closer to him then anticipated to the point where you noticed when every time you looked at him your chest would start pounding and your face would feel hot. When he smiled or laughed your stomach did backflips and whenever he started excitedly raving about a new game or anime you felt yourself staring with a half-lidded expression and an overly wide smile.

You were in love, that much was obvious, so obvious to the point where you wondered if Levi actually knew that you might feel that way about him, regardless of he did or didn't know about your feelings it was really hard to figure out his own. You had attempted to hint at your feelings, you’d give him gifts and he’d look at you strangely, in fact almost suspiciously like any boxes you gave him had something horrible inside, you'd compliment him and he'd tell you stop joking around, you’d try to touch him sometimes and he recoiled like you had burned him, he apologized afterwards but it still stung.

With those reactions you'd assume he just didn't want you to be around him, but he did, he texted you every five minutes trying to get you to come hang out in his room with him at any given opportunity. If couldn't get you to come to his room, he'd go out his way to hang out in yours, and when you did spend time together you noticed how he'd go out of his way to make you laugh, sometimes when he succeeded he would blush at the sound. Naturally you grew tired of figuring out his feelings, which is why you went to confess your feelings to him directly. You and him were hanging out in his room, you had asked him if he could pause the game so you could tell him something important, he did as you asked turning to you with a look of concern, then you began to confess how you felt.

"Don't even finish that sentence." His cold words had completely cut you off, you stare at him noting how his expression of concern had contorted into one of pure anger, a harsh glare had been directed straight at you, you could feel yourself shrinking underneath it, you attempted an explanation or to at least continue your confession, babbling any words you could think of in hopes to either get your feelings across or to calm him down. All that did was infuriate him, he stood up from his chair, pushing it away from him to the point where it almost went flying.

“Who put you up to this?” He had hissed, taking you completely off guard causing any words to get trapped in your throat. “There’s no way you could love anyone as a gross as me, so you’re lying, you have to be, get out.” You tried to console him, to reassure him it was the case but that only seemed to make him angry. “Get out!” You’d only ever had seen him that angry once before and that was after the TSL quiz. That could be used to explain as to why Lucifer quickly appeared to escort you out, not even allowing you another glance at Leviathan.

The eldest brother originally scolded you, not necessarily for making his brother angry, but mainly getting yourself into yet another mess that could have resulted in your instant death. He had noticed how upset you seemed, with every scolding word you flinched so instead of punishing you, he granted leniency out of pity, allowing you to explain yourself and what happened. Upon hearing your explanation of the situation, he frowned, sighing deeply, quickly telling you not to feel guilty about Levi’s outburst but also not to blame his brother as he was most likely only acting that way due to truly not believing anyone could ever love him.

After that incident you didn’t see or hear from Levi, you ask his brothers if he's okay but they all say he's not letting anyone in his room or speaking to anyone. You texted him, worrying about his wellbeing, when you kept left on read you started sending apology after apology everyday, begging him to talk to you or to at least reply with something, then begging him to at least talk to his brothers. Again left on read, and he continues to ignore the world. When you realised the texts didn't work you started knocked on his door, never getting a single reply only deafening silence. This cycle repeated for about two weeks, until you’re about to give up, sitting at his door making one last plead for him to at least acknowledge your existence, in between knocks.

“Please Levi, please talk to me,” your plead is met again with that deafening silence that you are convinced might actually be killing you, but then you’re surprised when you finally hear movement from the other side of the door and footsteps walking towards it. Even more surprised when he actually opens the door, he stares at you with tired eyes and a blank expression.

“What?”

“Please let me-” you quickly try to assemble all the apologies and thoughts you had come up with over the past two weeks, only to be completely cut off by his cold, almost robotic reply.

“You don’t love me. I get it, just leave me alone.” With that he goes to close the door again and in the moment of not wanting him to block you out again, you call out to him.

“Why are you scared of loving?” He stops, the door staying open just enough so you can still look at him, you see how his face has twisted, almost as if he’s in genuine pain. And the sight makes your heart hurt.

“Because who could ever love someone like me?” You stare at him with a sad look, which he doesn’t notice as he refuses to make any eye contact with you, has self-loathing really warped his thinking this much? That he couldn’t even let you finish confessing because he thought it was a sick prank.

“I love you,” with those thoughts in mind you voiced the three words aloud that he hadn’t wanted to hear from you and you aren’t surprised by his eyes quickly darting up so he can glare at you.

“You’re lying stop it,” you shake your head, daringly pushing the door all the way open, looking him straight into his eyes.

“I’m not lying. I love you.” He bares his fangs at you, so angered by your words that he switches into his demon form. He closes any space between you, making himself look as big as possible to scare you away.

“You don’t love me how could you ever love someone like this?” Despite the blatant fury and danger in front of you, you reach out resting a hand on his cheek, the action causes his eyes to widen, but then you smile at him, with a warmth that shouldn’t be there for how much he pushed you away and he starts to shake.

“I do and I’ll keep saying it until you get it, I love you.” Your words seem to act like tiny knives that cause him to stagger back, he stares at you with a look of anguish and confusion.

“Why? Why do you...” he trails off completely lost in thoughts, self-loathing questioning your every word but the way you’re looking at him shows the truth in them.

“I just do.” There’s a silence, his gaze drops to the floor as he body begins to shake again, you call out to him only to be surprised when he moves at an alarmingly fast pace in your direction. You don’t register what he’s trying to do until his arms wrap tightly around you, chin resting on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” His apology is followed by soft sobs and freely falling tears. You wrap your arms around him, not saying a word just rubbing his back while he cries.

#i saw the prompt and went this one is gonna hurt #leviathan #leviathan obey me #obey me leviathan #om! leviathan #leviathan om!#leviathan x reader #obey me #om!#obey me swd #obey me one master to rule them all #my writing tag #angst #prompts prompts everywhere

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writer-dreams · 4 years

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Obliviate (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Hello everybody!!! This was a really popular one-shot from my ao3 account. Personally, I’m not a fan of it but people have been asking me to post it here, so here it is.

Random Fact: This was based on a true story that had happened to one of my friends. She actually asked me to write this so other people could see that they aren't alone in this fight. I was also really hesitant to post this one, though I'm not really sure why....

Prompt: Y/n wants to be seen as perfect by Draco. She pretends she’s happy and even starves herself to be ‘perfect’. In reality, Y/n is suffering. She is tormented in her nightmares and by the scars that line her wrist. She dares not tell Draco because she doesn’t want to be seen as a burden. Every time he notices that she is unhappy, she performs the Obliviate spell on him. What will happen on the day he finds out the truth?

House: You choose

Blood Status: You choose

Warnings: Self Harm (Graphic), Blood, Abusive Parents, Depressive thoughts, Eating Disorder (Starving yourself), Angst?

Note: Angst? In my opinion, this one-shot kinda sucks. The reader in this story is female / uses female pronouns.

Word Count: 3,151 words

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3rd Person POV

“Obliviate.” Y/n whispered, watching the wispy white spell shoot out from her wand and land onto Draco’s temple. The wisps then faded away and disappeared like some sort of apparition. She stepped back and looked up at Draco. His stormy grey eyes were clouded and unfocused due to having the memory charm performed on him. After a few moments had passed, his eyes cleared back up and he looked at her in surprise.

“Y/n? Love, what are we doing here? Last time I checked, we were…” He trailed off. His face scrunched up in confusion. “…I can’t seem to remember.”

Y/n smiled sweetly at him. “We were just about to go to the Astronomy Tower, remember?”

“Uhm…yes? Right! Let’s go to the Astronomy Tower!” Draco said, giving Y/n a light kiss on the cheek. She giggled as he took her by the hand and dragged her off.

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Y/n knew this was wrong. She knew she shouldn’t be erasing her boyfriend’s memories. This was better for their relationship though. She should be the supportive girlfriend, the shoulder that Draco can cry on. She shouldn’t be the one with issues. She didn’t want to seem like the girlfriend who had tons of problems. She wanted to be perfect. The perfect girlfriend. For Draco.

She stood on the balcony of the Astronomy Tower, marveling at the beautiful sight of the landscape and Hogwarts. She sighed deeply, causing Draco to look over.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asked.

“Hmm?”

“I know that face. Something is bothering you.”

“If you want to know, its going to take more than a penny to find out.” Y/n joked.

“Y/n, I love you. You know I’d pay any amount to know what’s making you unhappy.” Draco said, gently taking her hands into his. He pressed feather-like kisses against each knuckle.

“Nothing is bothering me. Don’t worry about it.” Y/n reassured.

Draco looked unconvinced but nodded anyway, seeing that she wouldn’t tell him anyway if he said anything else.

“If you say so. Come on, Love, it’s almost time for dinner.” He smiled a little, dragging her by the hand and towards the Mess Hall.

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Y/n stared at the empty plate before her. She couldn’t bring herself to eat. I’m fat anyway, this will help me. I need to be perfect for Draco. She noticed Draco sneaking glances at her worriedly. Ever since the Astronomy Tower, Y/n could tell that Draco was suspicious of something being wrong.

“I don’t want him to worry about me. He’s got his own problems.” She thought, shaking her head.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?” Draco asked, though his eyes told her that he would not accept ‘no’ for an answer. She sighed and nodded, following Draco out of the Mess Hall and into an empty corridor.

He then turned around and grabbed her shoulders gently. His grey orbs stared sternly into her (e/c) eyes. A serious frown was set on his face and Y/n knew he was upset.

“Y/n…” His voice was laced with concern, “Tell me what’s wrong, please. You’ve been like this since the Astronomy Tower and you haven’t even been bothered to eat anything. Whatever this is, its clearly hindering you from being happy and I want to help. I love you so much, and it hurts me to see you sad. Please…just tell me.”

Y/n sighed and she knew what she had to do. Draco was beginning to worry about her, and that meant she was becoming a burden. She quietly snuck out her wand from her pocket.

“Draco….you know I love you right?” She asked, tears starting to form in her eyes.

“Yes…of course I do. I love you too. So much. More than anything.”

“Then you’ll understand why I have to do this.” Y/n sobbed uncontrollably, she could no longer hold back her tears.

“Wait wha-“

“Obliviate.” Y/n said as she whipped out her wand and casted the memory charm on him. Once again, the jet of faded white light streamed from her wand and landed on Draco. His worried expression fell into a blank one and his eyes went unfocused again. Y/n searched through his memories, finding that he started worrying about her when they went to the Astronomy tower. She then proceeded to wipe that memory and everything that happened after.

When she was done, she stepped back and furiously wiped away her tears. A few moments passed and the charm did its job as Draco’s eyes lit up again and he shook his head lightly in confusion.

“Wha-What happened? I can’t seem to remember anything.” Draco looked at her quizzically.

“Draco, you were about to take us to the Mess Hall when you just froze and didn’t say anything. You really scared me there.” Y/n lied smoothly. Draco seemed to buy the lie because he took her hand lovingly and lead her back into the Mess Hall.

The two sat back down in front of Pansy and Blaise, seeing that their old seats were taken.

“So, where did you two go?” Blaise asked suggestively.

“Draco just wanted a little break from the noise.” Y/n shrugged. Draco wasn’t even paying any attention, he was too busy talking with Vincent and Gregory.

As it should be. He shouldn’t be worried about me, he should be carefree and not have to think about an unhappy girlfriend.

Y/n smiled at the sight but she still didn’t put anything on her plate. Pansy sighed and put some food on Y/n’s plate.

“I swear you’re trying to starve yourself sometimes.” She muttered.

Y/n didn’t say anything and slowly moved to stab the vegetables with her fork, making it seem like she was going to eat. Pansy and Blaise nodded in approval and turned away to listen in on Draco’s conversation, but they didn’t see how Y/n threw the food under the table when they looked away.

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“You stupid girl! How dare you disobey your father?! You know you’re not allowed to talk back!” Y/n’s father screamed, raising his hand.

Y/n cowered in the corner, afraid for her life. All she wanted was to send a letter to Draco…but her father caught her. He angrily reminded her that she wasn’t suppose to be out of bed after curfew. In the heat of the moment, she shouted back at him, immediately regretting it when she saw his enraged expression. She looked at her mother for help but she only saw her mother’s cold eyes staring at her as if saying ‘Don’t look at me, you deserve this.’

“You’re nobody! Nothing! You’re an absolute disappointment to this family! You’ll never be good enough for anyone because you’ll only ever be a burden!” Her father spat.

She screamed as her father’s hand struck her cheek. Pain exploded in her right cheek and tears rushed down her face. She gingerly held her cheek and furiously tried to stop the tears, her father would only be more furious if he saw her crying. He grabbed his belt from his waist and raised it. Y/n screamed again as the belt was whipped at her. She cried for somebody, anybody, to take her away from this hell but, of course, nobody came. This wasn’t some sort of fairy tale where the prince came to save the princess from a horrible situation. No….this was real life. No prince was coming to save her…..Draco couldn’t help her….. The belt was raised again and the buckle came rushing towards her…..

Y/n awoke suddenly, holding in the urge to scream when she noticed she was in her dorm room. She looked beside her and saw Draco sleeping next to her, his arms draped lightly around her and soft snores escaping his mouth. Y/n tried to smile at the sight, but the memory of her dream didn’t allow her to. Her vision blurred as she recalled that belt and her angry parents. She remembered the pain, the abuse and the hurt she had suffered. Even when her father couldn’t reach her physically now, he still haunted her in her dreams. Y/n suddenly found that she couldn’t breathe properly as silent sobs racked her body. Her thoughts became muddled and she couldn’t think straight. All she could see was that belt and her father’s fiery eyes. Y/n couldn’t take it.

The girl looked over at Draco sleeping peacefully. He didn’t seem like he was going to wake up anytime soon. She slipped out from his comforting arms and crept to the bathroom. Y/n slowly closed the door and pulled out her wand.

“Lumos.” She spoke softly as a low light shot out of the tip of her wand. Y/n then looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Most people would have seen a broken and traumatised girl in the reflection. They would see her tear-stained cheeks, her bloodshot eyes, her messy hair that closely resembled a rat’s nest, and her shaking body. Y/n however, looked in the mirror and only saw a disappointment. A useless girl. A waste of space. A burden. Y/n could swear that she saw the faint figure of her father standing behind her, whispering that she was nothing in her ear.

“Shut up…shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!! Shutupshutupshutupshutup!!!" Y/n screamed. She punched the mirror with as much force as she could. The glass shattered and large pieces of the mirror pierced her fist. Y/n was left breathing heavily, surrounded by broken shards of glass. Her fist was bleeding but she didn’t care.

“He’s right though….” Y/n thought. “I have to fix this. I can’t let Draco have a disappointment, a burden, a nobody as his girlfriend.”

She reached down and picked up a rather large and pointed shard of glass. The sharp object glinted wickedly in the low bathroom light. The girl exhaled shakily as she thought over what she was about to do. It had to be done. She needed to get these stupid thoughts out of her head. This was the only way she could relieve herself of the pain. Y/n rolled up her sleeve, revealing thousands of old faded scars lined on her wrists. She lightly placed the shard against her wrist, and softly pushed the sharp object into her skin. Beads of bright red blood sprouted from under the glass but Y/n couldn’t bring herself to care. She felt the depressing thoughts leave her head and fill with bliss. It didn’t last long though, the feeling faded quickly and left her yearning for more of that bliss. She lifted the glass piece again and dug it into her wrist, being careful that she didn’t go too deep. Blood was starting to flow from her wrists like a waterfall and pooling on the bathroom floor. Still, Y/n couldn’t stop this. It was like an addiction to the blissful escape each cut gave her, even if it only lasted for a second.

“Y/N?!?!” She heard a voice scream out in horror.

She turned around slowly, desperately hoping it wasn’t who she thought it was. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t on her side as Draco took a step back from the bathroom. His beautiful grey eyes were filled with fear and anguish, his face was much paler than usual and his mouth was opening and closing though no words came out.

Without a second thought, Y/n whipped out her wand. “Stupefy!” She chanted. Draco flew across the room and landed roughly on the bed. Y/n peeked over at Draco, who lay eagle-spread on the bed. He was breathing but he was unconscious. Seeing that he was safe, Y/n noticed the blood that was still dripping from her arms and onto the floor.

“Vulnera Sanentur.” She spoke, pointing her wand at her arm. The wounds immediately started closing and ‘knitting up’, stopping the blood and leaving ugly scars. Y/n then pointed her wand at the blood on the floor, “Scourgify.” The crimson liquid disappeared, leaving the bathroom floor spotless again. Finally, she waved her wand at the shattered mirror, “Reparo.” The pieces of broken glass were lifted off the floor and fit themselves back into the mirror like a puzzle. The cracks between the glass disappeared and the mirror was left looking like it was never broken before. Satisfied, Y/n exited the bathroom to deal with Draco.

She checked Draco for any visible wounds but found none. Tears sprung in her eyes again as she remembered how he got this way.

“Oh Draco…I only want to be perfect for you. As your girlfriend, I should be making it my priority to make you happy. You shouldn’t have to worry about me, you should be concerned only about yourself because I’m the girlfriend that doesn’t have problems. I am the one you can depend on to support you whenever you need it. I shouldn’t need you as a pillar. I refuse to become a burden to you, I’ll prove my father wrong.” Y/n sighed, placing her wand next to Draco’s temple, “Obliviate.”

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For the next few weeks, Draco had been continuously noticing that Y/n was not happy and that something was wrong. However, every time he brought it up, she’d wipe his memory so he would forget he ever saw it.

“Y/n, you’re looking unhealthily skinny. Have you been eating lately?” “Obliviate.”

“Y/n, there are dark bags under your eyes, when was the last time you slept?” “Obliviate.”

“Y/n, your grades are dropping…is there something wrong?” “Obliviate.”

Y/n, however, didn’t count on Pansy and Blaise to notice the change in her. The two noticed how Y/n was constantly tired. They noticed her lifeless eyes. They noticed how skinny she had gotten. They noticed how every time Draco pointed something out, she would take him outside for a few minutes and return with him seemingly forgetting what he had said earlier. The friends were getting suspicious, something wasn’t adding up. So when Y/n was bringing Draco outside after he had remarked that she was looking sad, the two decided to investigate.

They followed the couple out into an empty corridor of the school. They watched as Y/n pulled out her wand and pointed it at Draco.

“Obliviate.” Y/n said.

Pansy’s mouth dropped open in surprise. This is what Y/n was doing?! Wiping his memory?! Blaise was equally shocked but he had no words when Y/n lied to Draco about why they were in the hall. Y/n and Draco turned to go into the Mess Hall and the two quickly hid from their view.

“Zabini. You saw that right?” Pansy asked shakily.

“Of course. Looks like Y/n has been clearing Draco’s memory every time he finds something troubling her.”

“We have to do something. They’re our friends.”

Blaise nodded in agreement and the pair headed back to the Mess Hall, trying to think of a plan.

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The next day, Y/n arrived at the Mess Hall and sat next to Draco, who was conversing with Blaise. Her boyfriend turned around with a wide smile on his face. He embraced her in a tight hug and his arm accidentally lifted her sleeve a bit but Y/n didn’t notice. His smile faltered a bit when he saw the scars that lined his beautiful girlfriend’s arm. He then understood what Blaise was talking about. Even hugging her now, Draco could feel that her frame was much smaller than before. He released Y/n with a frown.

“Can I talk to you, Y/n?” He asked. She nodded and he led her out to a random hallway. He then turned around and gripped her shoulders. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes.

“Why?” Was the only word he could muster.

Immediately, Y/n knew what he was talking about and was about to pull out her wand when he stopped her.

“Please, Love. Don’t wipe my memory. I love you so much. Just tell me why you did this. Why did you go through so much trouble to stop me from seeing that you are suffering?”

“How…?”

“Pansy and Blaise told me what was going on. Now please, answer the question.”

Y/n lowered her head in shame and felt tears fall down her face. “I…I didn’t want to become a burden. My father always told me I was a burden, especially if I told others about my problems. I never wanted you to worry about me. I wanted to make it seem like I was the girlfriend you could depend on to never crack or fall. I just wanted to offer you the freedom of thinking about yourself and not have to wonder if I was feeling depressed or not. Then, I started thinking I wasn’t good enough for you. I started eating less and less everyday until it became routine to only eat a single apple a day. I’m sorry, Draco. All I ever wanted to be was perfect for you.”

Draco was taken aback. This was how she felt? He gently lifted her chin and wiped away her tears. He then pulled her against him into a warm hug.

“Y/n…you will never be a burden to me. Being in a relationship means we can depend on each other, not just one of us. You can always tell me what’s going on because I love you. You’re not weak or a bother if you tell somebody about your problems, you’re strong for being able to identify them, for being able to fight against them by finding trust in someone close to you. You are brave for reaching out for help. You are not a burden, a burden is something that drags people down, and you will never be that to me. You’re just carrying a burden and as your boyfriend, I will help you. As for your appearance, you don’t need to fix yourself. You’re already perfect to me, I wouldn’t want anything to change. I love you Y/n, you mean the world to me. It pains me to see you hurt and I promise I will be there for you whenever you need it. I just need to believe that you trust me enough to tell me what’s bothering you.”

Draco looked down at the sobbing girl in his arms. No, she could never be a burden. He smiled softly and tilted her face up before collided their lips together into a loving kiss. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist while Y/n flung her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. There was no lust, only pure, passionate love. Draco wanted to show her that she could also depend on him and that he would always be there for her. Soon enough, the two broke away.

“I’m sorry, Draco. I promise that I’ll go to you if something bothers me. I promise I won’t keep it to myself anymore.”

“I promise to always be there to support you. I love you, Y/n…never forget that.”

“I promise.” Y/n smiled, bringing their lips together again for another kiss.

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T W E L V E • A Gwilym Lee Story | 3. the one with the same cliche story

Sylvia •

Gwilym and Joe’s apartment was intellectually eclectic, and expensive looking. Exquisite crown molding around the room. White washed walls with art and photographs along them. Various different aspects, colored vases and decor. Lots of greenery hanging from the ceilings and shelves. Large bookcases covering the wall from top to floor, opposite of the entertainment center. With a grey couch in the middle of living space. Completely laid out differently compared to ours.

Lucy and Joe could be heard in the kitchen, leaving me to look around. I stood in front of the bookcases. Examining the poets and authors lining the shelves.

All pretty editions, Capote, Burroughs, Huxley to name a few. I picked up On The Road, impressed and just wondering who read these between the two gentlemen living here.

"Liking New York so far?" One of the gentlemen, Joe asked standing next to me now, holding out a glass of wine.

He was quite handsome. Tall standing at five foot nine.!Dark chestnut eyes that somewhat gold from the amber glow nearby. Rich auburn hair. Dressed in a white button down short sleeve, nicely loose against his build, showing off his semi toned arms. Along with a pair of black faded jeans, shaping him out quite admiringly.

I smiled, trying my best to disguise the slight startling of his entry. Placing the book back, before my fingertips met Joe’s lightly.

I shrugged a little, "I mean I've only gotten as far as my fire escape." I answered, then. "But so far I like it." Watching the corners of his lips curl while I took a sip from my glass.

"Please make yourself comfortable." He suggests, his large hand extending to the sofa. His voice lathered in a light New York accent, smooth throughout the room.

I sat down next to him, still observing the artwork on the walls. "Your apartment is really nice." I broke, Joe nodded slightly with a smirk. "Thank you, its more of my roommate's tastes than mine." He replied. I slowly nodded, "Even the books?" I pressed, taking another sip of the bittersweet mix of berries. Joe nodded again, looking over at the collection behind us and resting his arm onto the back of the sofa. "Yeah, I'm more into music."

"Is he like an English professor or something?" I kept going, he shook his head. "He's a photographer." He corrected, "An artiste, he likes to say." He mocked jokingly, before grabbing a peppermint from the wooden box on the coffee table.

"And what do you do?" I asked once more, leaning back and adjusting more comfortably than what the stiff sofa could offer. Trying to balance my interests in both of the neighbors I was gaining for my stay here.

Joe’s lips parted lightly, "A barista in the morning, a deejay by night." The charming pearl of his teeth unveiling. "You know, the cafe is actually hiring. I can ask Jimmy to fit you in for an interview sometime this week." He finished, taking another swig if his beer.

I never worked that task in my life and my mouth just rattled with questions. Joe chuckled, comfortingly that it was easy. Before going on about things he's heard from Lucy at numerous occasions.

"Isn't she a trip?!" Lucy pointed, entering the living room. Joe nodded to the statement when she sat down on the arm chair nearby, her wine glass resting in her hand.

I sat listening, chuckling and pouting to myself because I was running low on the wine I was nursing. Smelling the aroma of the sauce just about done.

Lucy and Joe picked up on a story. Joe talking about my interview for Thursday and Lucy talking about how much of a riot Jimmy is. She was in the mist of beginning a story about him when I heard keys jiggling against the knob.

A dark haired figure coming through before the keys hit the dish on the table next to it. Dressed in black with a brown paper bag resting in his arm.

Lucy turned towards the sound, "Gwil!" She greeted, "Running late like usual." She added, turning and shooting a smile my way. He shot a faint "Hey" before he walked closer to the chair she was in, and the amber lights hitting him more clear now. Portraying more of his features, the dark scruff peppered over his cheeks and jaw. The two buttons undone at the beginning of his collar, shining a silver chain faintly.

"Long day?" Joe added, Gwilym sighed. "Something like that." He answered, his accent being completely different than from Joe. His eyes immediately meeting me, with his brow angling a bit. My eyes bashfully hitting the table in front of me.

"Gwil, this is Sylvia. She'll be staying with me for a while." She explained, catching the slight awkwardness fill the space. His expression relaxed, probably remembering what he was told before. I shyly waved, he smiled when I did so.

Lucy offered to get him a beer, while going to check on dinner. But he shook his head, "I'm good." He replied, fixing the sleeve rolled on his arm. "I have a few in my room." He finished, saying goodnight and exiting himself.

"I wonder what's wrong with him?" Joe said before turned and looked over to me, "He's quite a character." He reassured, only leaving me baffled and gulping the last sip of my glass.

A variety pop station played through the alarm clock I uncovered while unpacking my new room. It was a nice room. A blank canvas with white walls and big windows looking out a fire escape to the street and building across. A full size bed, with a nightstand and a white shaped lamp. A large dresser and rack, making up for the closet that was converted into a bathroom.

I kneeled onto the dresser across my bed, lining up ten books and a few vases on the shelf above it.

"Please tell me you've never worn this." Lucy slurred after opening the second bottle of Wine. I turned my head down to her, as she sat pretzel legged on the floor and holding up a cluttered patterned blouse. Finding it as she went through my boxes of clothes, her specialty.

"I have, it was a big hit at the office." I mentioned confidently, she chuckled. "Of course it was, you worked with people over forty." She corrected, folding it before adding. "Another thing we'll work on while you're here. Let you indulge in my discounts." Quietly enough for me to catch.

I rolled my eyes, going back to sorting the look of my shelf. We got quiet again into our jobs. I hummed to myself to the bubblegum playing while I switched to the piles Lucy made on my bed to place into my dresser. The silence between got me thinking, rehashing tonight at dinner across the hall.

I wasn't sure why I allowed it to bother me, I never even heard of Gwilym until today. His first impression made me weary I guess, like I didn't belong. Even with the whole 'something's bothering him.' I was probably overthinking it all, it just gave me a weird vibe.

I looked down at Lucy again, refolding her sloppy technique. "So that guy Gwil." I spoke, seeing her head pop up suddenly.

"What about him?" She questioned, grabbing the bottle and sipping from it. I felt so silly, I shook my head. Forgetting about the whole thing but Lucy insisted.

I place my hands on the dresser with the ugly blouse still in them, "Like" I began, "Is he always so short like that?"

Lucy shook her head, "No, not always." She said, then. "I think he must've had a difficult client or something. He's a bit pretentious at times but confusing most of the time."

I felt my lips form out "Oh." Continuing with the fabric in my hands until I grabbed the next.

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Gwilym •

My morning has been in total chaos from the start. From waking up late and missing the first chute to work, to spilling my coffee over proofs. Then for Lolly to set passwords to all my upcoming appointments. She even went through the extent of calling three clients and booking them all in the same time. Rushing two and losing my touch to get them done. Finally reaching the waiting room for the third and noticing they left and I wasn't going to get paid from Allure anytime soon.

Luckily lunch came around and some of the pictures of the sessions I was able to finish came out exceptional. I closed shop and headed three blocks up to 15th and Canal to Jimmy Bean. Where Joe worked and made my coffee better than what Lolly would get me.

The bell over the door dinged when I entered. The place was busy for the little time before lunch. The dark wood tables taken by one to three people at each. Matching nicely with the different colors painted on the walls and odd pieces of art. Eclectic as the shop was now owned by a bearded hippie man and his wife.

The color leathered stools aligned the counter happened to be empty. I grabbed a newspaper by the door, making my way before I sat heightened from the floor. My black clads resting on the bar below. Reading the city's headlines. Waiting for my friend to get done being flirty with the blonde at table three.

"Want a scone today? Jimmy made blueberry ones." Joe asked, taking a rag to the counter in front of me. I nodded, mouthing a "Please" before my glasses back to the paper and Joe grabbed the fresh pot.

I felt the steam nearing when he poured the hot liquid into the color block mug, "So were you okay last night?" He began, before placing a plate with the scone in front of me.

I sighed, bringing the mug to my mouth and indulging the bitter black mud down my throat. "Lolly quit on me and left me a mess at the studio." I fulfilled.

I went on with a further explanation on what could've made her split. My looks, my persona, the way I was with Keya, or that I played with her feelings which I'm always good for. I know the kind of guy I am, I don't blame her for walking away, even though she left with haste. But I'm glad she learned that nothing was ever going to happen after just fucking her.

Joe eventually derailed the conversation to the importance of our rent and how he had a gig tonight at Drougie's. I was getting a little carried away about a possible gallery show being booked when the kitchen door opened. Jimmy came out blabbing to himself at first while he held it open. Then a short brunette followed after, it was Sylvia, Lucy’s friend.

"Joseph, you'll be training Miss Altman tomorrow morning in between customers." Jim explained, as he reached her a pin name tag to decorate and a fresh black apron.

I watched as she stood poised, but it was hard for her. "Make her something on the house will ya?" He added before reminding her to be in at seven and going on to greet regulars. Once he turned around, the straightness of her lips curled.

"Thank you soooo much Joe!" She exaggerated gleefully. He just smiled at her, "No problem, no problem." He repeated, before telling her to take a seat and going to give her a 'first lesson.'

Sylvia turned the corner of the counter, her curvy figure coming more into play. Dressed in a black camisole cover by a little black cardigan. With a burnt red skirt meeting at her thigh with buttons down the middle. Loose strands of her dark brown hair falling from her ponytail and meeting her collarbone, wearing a minimal of makeup. She was quite pretty, a lovely smile and so delicate like. She sat with her posture so well and her legs crossed over the knee, showing off her platform slides.

She ordered an iced macchiato, I glanced sheepishly, seeing that she was too from the corner of her blue eyes. I smirked, deciding to redeem myself from last night.

"I apologize for my choppy behavior last night," I began, watching as she turned to me. "I'm Gwilym."

She smiled lightly, "Oh no worries." She reassured, stretching her hand towards me. "Sylvia." Her skin soft to the touch in mine.

We went back to our silence before Joe joined our conversation and opened the door for all to come out on the counter. I watched as she twirled her straw between every sip of her drink and how pretty her lashes were.

"So what made you come to New York?" I asked, she smirked looking at her cup. "Well you know Lucy. She can be abrasive in a good way." She began, "But mainly for a change and I'm looking for something bigger."

The same cliched story for every woman I've ever come across in this city. I nodded slowly, unimpressed. "Typical." I muttered quietly to myself.

Or at least I thought it was.

"Excuse me?" She asked, I shook my head trying to play it off. "Nothing." I pressed, but she crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you mean by 'typical'?" Making air quotations.

I sighed, "It's just your story is just the same like everyone else in this city." I explained, just allowing my foot to go further into my mouth.

Sylvia just huffed, mumbling a simple "Rude."

"And your story is different?" She mocked me, I chuckled. "I mean yes, I came here with a plan." I replied, she chuckled piercingly. "Wow, so different."

I looked at her straight from her mock comment, surprised to say the least that she was not going to back down but I did.

She shook her head by my sudden quietness. Placing a five dollar bill from her clutch into the tip jar before stepping down from the stool.

"Well Im not here to entertain you." She added once more, catching a swift of her perfume as she reached in front of me. "In the mean time, thanks for the scone." Saying a goodbye to a confused Joe and heading on her way.

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