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planetnini · 9 months

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PLEASE DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME !

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ You kept catching glimpses of Suguru around even after his death. Thinking it may have been a trick on your mind, you brushed it off but when someone that looks and sounds exactly like him shows up at your apartment, you have no other choice but to take matters into your own hands... that is until you find out that he still might be in there.

pairing. geto suguru x gn!reader

tags. angst,, like seriously angst (this hurts so much please listen to me), the first half is a trick there is no happy ending, shibuya arc spoilers!!! (kenjaku is a bitch), violence/fighting (i get a bit descriptive sorry) and of course,,, major character death :)

word count. 2.8k

notes. this idea came to me one night and bambi encouraged me to write it so here it is. i hope no one kills me for this, i also can't believe this is my first official fic of jjk... anyways, get ready to (c)rumble, thank you! <333

“I thought I told you not to worry about me.” you said, phone tucked on your shoulder holding it to your ear as you took the grocery bag from the old lady giving a curt nod and smile. You moved the bags in one hand and pulled the phone out from your shoulder, pressing it against your ear.

“But then what else would I do?” Satoru whined, masking his concern with a playful question as you walked to the crossing, going to take the usual route home.

“Go bother someone else.” you teased.

Going for the dramatics you heard him gasp through the line, “You are so mean.” he replied and you don’t have to see him to know he is pouting.

You chuckled, stopping in your tracks as you glanced over the scenic route through the park contemplating to take the long way home. Your attention is suddenly turned to the children with their parents, chasing each other around.

Your heart stuttered.

The mere sight elicited thoughts about your future; the plans you had come up with; the dreams you’d wish to share with Suguru that were torn away from you. The burdens of the jujutsu world were too much to handle alone, and you just know that if you were just a bit more attentive, you could have saved him.

“You need to be reminded that you’re not the only special grade sometimes.” you said, glancing at the way the soft cerulean of the sky weaved with a beautiful light orange. The sunset reminding you of days when Suguru would take you out after missions together.

“Do you think you’re stronger than me?” he chimed, and you rolled your eyes at his comment. Satoru was always like this but you knew that his voice was laced with worry and concern.

“I’m going to hang up.” you threatened as your feet move against their own will, deciding to take the long way home today. The cherry blossoms danced along with the wind, falling beneath you on the concrete as you continued down the path.

It is quiet for a moment and you think Satoru has hung up on you in response to your comment but when you hear him sigh, you can’t help but do the same.

It has been a rough few years for everyone, especially for Shoko, Satoru, and yourself. Not only had you lost your best friend the first time but you also had to lose him another time.

“Are you still there?” he interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah.. I’m still here.” you replied as you let out an exhale, kicking some pebbles along your path.

“Are you still seeing him around?” he questioned, words picked out carefully.

You sighed, “you make me sound insane.” you responded as you stood at the traffic light waiting for the cars to pass by. Your eyes moved to the blossom leaves falling atop your head and on your clothes.

“I never said you were insane Y/N.” he grumbled and you can’t control the way your whole body relaxes at his words. You knew Satoru cared for you deeply and you had always appreciated it even if you didn't really show it. He had always kept an eye out for you, even before Suguru’s death, and while he was a handful, you knew he always had good intentions. “It wasn’t easy to be there." he added.

You thought back to that day where Satoru insisted you stay back as he went to find Suguru but one look at you and he caved. You wanted to go to find newfound peace but seeing him in this state did nothing for your closure, it only made your heartache worse.

Seeing him smile at you like he did the first day you met had sent butterflies all throughout your body.

Everything about him- every minuscule detail about him- had been exactly as you had remembered. He still had the same sweet and playful look in his eyes. He still had the same goddamn smile. He was still the same person you fell in love with all those years ago so it hurt. You cried, wept, and tried to be strong as you thought about the moments shared with him and how cruel it was that this was where you ended up.

You leaned down, and kissed his cheek as tears adorned your cheeks. Holding his hand and with three tight squeezes- a sign of sorry that you established as your relationship blossomed- he closed his eyes, prepared for the worst as a tear rolled down his face, and then he took his last breath.

“Satoru…” you uttered, completely speechless as you tried to clear your head, “I wanted to be there.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Do you think it’s possible?” he questioned, uncertainty laced in his voice.

“That what Satoru? That by some miracle he’s alive?” you replied immediately regretting it.

It wasn’t just you that had to grieve the loss of Geto Suguru, and as much as you wanted to just go about your day without thinking about it, guilt would eat away at your bones for not constantly thinking about him.

“i’m sorry.” he sighed and you felt your heart clench at his apology. Why should he be apologising? It was unfair that grief was making you behave this way and you knew that sooner or later you'd need to talk to someone about it.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I just don’t think my mind will let me forget it...” you sighed as you continued to walk slowly to your apartment.

The line is quiet and you don’t know what else to say. You don’t expect Satoru to even reply to you.

“You don’t have to forget. You can just live with it.”

Shoko had once told you that 'grief was love with no place to go' and while you hadn’t really understood it then, you did now. It was a way to understand the emotional ruins of grief as a continuation of the love you once had, even if the object of that love is no longer a part of your life. In a sense, Satoru was also telling you the same thing. He acknowledged that moving on didn't mean erasing the past and staying stagnant in the moment, but recognised that you can continue living a meaningful life whilst also carrying the grief with you.

You thought you were losing your mind and that seeing Suguru everywhere was a curse but maybe it was the world's way of letting you know that he was finally at peace. As you walked up the pathway to your apartment in a comfortable silence, you thought about his and Shoko’s words.

Every single day you would return home to a place void of any remnant of Suguru. A place that is supposed to offer comfort now did the opposite but today felt different. Maybe it was a step towards another way of living and it wouldn’t be so hard to live with the grief.

“Where are you now?”

“Outside my door.” you spoke as you used a key to unlock the door.

“Okay. I’m glad you got home safe," he remarked, "I'll see you tomorrow?”

“See you then.”

“Stay safe.” he said and you know what he means.

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and took off your shoes before tossing everything onto the kitchen island and groaning as you stretched your back and neck. You turned to open the fridge, “Whoever you are, you have ten seconds to run before I kill you.”

You wouldn’t say you were the strongest, your abilities were nowhere to be compared to Satoru but everyone deserves a second chance, right? You let the entity decide its own fate. Don't say I didn't warn you...

“So... you’re the infamous Y/N.”

That voice…

Your feet were frozen in place and you could feel your own heart sink into the pit of your stomach. There were words stuck in your throat as the nauseous feeling crept up and threatened to spill from your lips. This can’t be right…

What felt like minutes passed by as you processed what, or rather who you just heard. The way your name rolled off their tongue was foreign. Was it really who you thought it was? Your mind must be going through it right now and although you know it’s not possible, you can’t help but hope it is who you think it is as you turned around.

“Suguru?” you uttered, eyes wide as the tears brimmed the edge of them as you stared at the man in front of you.

“Bingo!” he chuckled.

You begged yourself to snap out of it. This was clearly a sick and twisted transformation technique but your heart betrayed you, standing there and not making a run for it.

“You’re probably thinking this is some illusion but thanks to your friend, I was able to obtain this body without much trouble.” he smiled and you felt goose bumps crawling up your arm at the strange sight. Despite how much this man looked and sounded like Suguru, you knew this was not the case at all.

Your jaw clenched, “What the fuck did you do to him?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, standing up from your sofa as he trudged towards you, “My cursed technique allows me to transplant my brain into anybody," he explained and you're heaving as you tried to keep your rage at surface level, "I have access to all of his memories, his skills, and whatnot."

You don't have it in yourself to attack just yet.

"He lived a long time without you in his life but somehow," he paused, "you take up almost every single memory.” he sounded frustrated and the tears threatening to escape your eyes do so- whether he was telling the truth or not, they still hurt you immensely.

“So why are you here?” you growled as your body allowed itself to move again and maintaining eye contact with him as you focused all your energy to charge your technique.

“You are a hindrance to my plans.”

His weakness.

You released your cursed technique at him immediately and launched him across the room and as you moved to the table to grab your phone. One of Suguru’s cursed spirits wrapped around your hands and restrained you and using your abilities, you managed to get away from it. You shot him a look as he tilted his head with a smile, “I gave you ten seconds to run but I have something else settled for you now” you snapped as you continued to use your technique to your advantage as you continued to fight him.

You would say that against Suguru, it had always been a close call of who would win in a fight but this time it felt difficult. Who was this guy?

You continued to attack the man, fighting back with all your might. He wasn’t actually Suguru, so you didn’t feel the need to hold back. He caught you off guard with a calculated move and knocked you to the floor. You saved yourself from further injury as you used your arm to break the fall, but you managed to hit your head on the furniture with your head in the process.

You winced pushing yourself off your elbow as the man walked towards you with his hands in front of you as he tried to force you up by the throat, “Suguru...” you managed to say before he could grab you.

Before you can even process it, there is a twitch of his hand that came up to his throat, choking himself as his fingers pressed down against the side of his throat, ultimately stopping himself from putting a hand on you.

Your eyes widened as your breath caught in your lungs. Was he still in there?

Kenjaku’s eyes widened, as his vessel- Suguru’s body- fought against him, and a laugh that used to be full of joy now sounded like nails on a chalkboard as it echoed through your apartment, “This is impressive!" he spoke, amused at the action.

By no means was Geto Suguru still alive, but protecting you had become muscle memory; it was an instinct that has embedded itself deep within his soul, one that Kenjaku would never truly be able to understand..

You are still on the floor, blood dripped down the side of your head as you moved up from your spot. Using your technique, you try and catch him off guard by putting all your strength into your next move, attacking him when he least expects it, “In all my years, I have never seen anything quite like this and it is all because of you.” he cackled.

“It sounds like somebody is scared.” you taunted, smirking at the imposter to try to size him up.

“Well, let me tell you this,” he cleared his throat, “When a part of the original host reacts, you know what that means?”

“What?” you seethed, jaws clenched as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

“He’s still in here.” he whispered, and t had caught you off guard.

You wanted to attack but instead your heart sabotaged your next move allowing Kenjaku to have the upper hand. You struggled to react as you felt the pain of something on your left side and suddenly, you are on the floor gasping for air and you can feel him hover over you.

He pinned you down to the floor and slammed you against it to stop you from struggling but you were already incapacitated so what was the point?

In terms of physical strength, Suguru would always win by a landslide and this is when you wished you had taken your training more seriously.

There was a visceral reaction that tears at Kenjaku as he has you in his hands which entertains him once again, “You have some nerve calling yourself a special grade sorcerer,” he sneered, “Are you holding back?”

You looked up at him and tried your absolute best to move but the pain is too much to handle. You clenched your jaw as your breathing became erratic, “You will find no peace, so long as you live.” you choked out.

He laughed and wrapped his hand around your neck tighter, his right hand reaching over to your hand- you don’t know what he expected from you now that you’re bleeding out. "You're hilarious," he rejoiced as his hand intertwined with yours, “So let me make this easier for you. Just think about him...” Kenjaku needed you to suffer so that he could shake Suguru’s will to its core, stripping anything left he had. You don’t know what you expected but then you felt a gentle squeeze.

One.

You forced your eyes open to look up at the man who squeezed your hand. It seemed that he was unaware at the action. This guy said he had all of Suguru’s memories so was he just doing this on purpose? Is this Geto Suguru or is this the imposter that is using his body?

“It is honestly so sweet just how much he loved you after all those years apart.” he chuckled.

Kenjaku continued to put pressure around your neck with one hand, feeling the exact opposite of what Suguru was probably going through- an intolerable, gut-wrenching pain, without exaggeration. He can’t do anything but squeeze his hand in yours again.

Two.

You can’t fight back, you have no will. Even if by some miracle, how could you possibly hurt the man in front of you? The man you once loved...

“Is that why you’re not fighting back? Do you love him too much to hurt him?”

Suguru’s soul pleaded.

He wondered why he couldn’t be strong right now for you and resist but it was no use. You could see a tear falling from his face now as the final fragment of his soul tried its best to push through.

Three.

You’re choking. You can't swallow. You can't breathe. You can only see the man you loved in blurry vision from the lack of oxygen and through tears. He was sorry...

“I… I.. forgive.. y-” you choked out, voice restricted as Kenjaku forced himself to push through with his execution, tightening his grip.The finality of it all settled deep within his soul as Kenjaku watched the life leave your eyes as you took your last breath.

A tear rolled down your cheek and your existence on the Earth came to an end.

Suguru was not really gone but he might as well have been. He will exist for a long time knowing that he was the one that killed you and that he couldn’t do anything to stop it either.

It was on that night for the first time that Kenjaku felt the overwhelming amount of agony from his vessel. His soul ached, cried, and wailed that night, longing to be with you but he couldn’t- that was just how things were meant to be for you two.

You hoped he knew that you forgave him and that you would love him endlessly but as for now, you would wait...

tags! @stsgluver

i made y/n a special grade user because they could easily take down suguru if they wanted but just didn't do it hahahahahah

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hirokiro · 1 year

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prt 4 Princesses, Dragons and Elves oh my!

Gill awoke to a familiar scene, two faces peering anxiously down at him. What was different was the sun blazing into his eyes.

“Hey,” Lana waved, looking worried, Glen hanging over her shoulder “You doin’ alright?”

Gill closed his eyes again and sighed.

“Just give me a minute.”

He took his time gathering himself, but eventually sat up. He saw it was high noon at this point.

“What happened?” Lana asked, although he imagined Glen had already informed her.

Gill took in a deep breath, noticing for the first time that she was in a riding outfit. It had been too dark in the cave to take in such details. Must have been hunting or something, caught outside the walls by the dragon.

“I am beyond terrified of flying. Not heights.” he clarified, pointing upwards, “Flying. I can’t do flying. I just can’t. And…” He glanced up at Glen, “I didn’t have the time to explain before we were already up. So… I had…” he looked down, feeling his ears burn again.

“I had a panic attack.”

Lana put a hand on his shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze, “That must have been awful.”

“I’m deeply sorry,” Glen apologized, “I know it can be scary, but I’ve never… seen a panic attack before. That was… a whole different kind of scary.”

“I was pretty freaked out, first time flying,” Lana commented comfortingly, “Of course,” She smirked up at the dragon, “Being kidnapped without much explanation didn’t help.”

Glen grumbled, but apologized again. “I did bring, ah, some meat,” he added.

“I brought your pack!” Lana piped up, “With your knife!”

Gill smiled weakly, “Ah, good. Certainly going to need that.

“Now,” he stood carefully, “Let’s not talk about what happened anymore. I don’t want to keep remaining in negative emotions. Show me the kill and I’ll make a meal, and we’ll go from there.”

The deer carcass wasn’t far off. Gill got to work, saying nothing more and not engaging in any kind of conversation, aside from asking Lana to gather firewood and Glenn to clear a patch of earth so as to avoid catching the field on fire.

The silence was awkward but Gill was too out of it to feel the vibes as the other two made some small talk with each other quietly.

But the meat was at last ready and cooking. Gill foraged, finding useful herbs to flavor the meat and even a root vegetable.

As the mouth watering scents drifted over them he noticed Lana watching with a hungry look in her eyes.

“Have you eaten recently, Lana?” he asked, “I think you mentioned being tired of someone else’s cooking, so you can have some.”

She grinned, “Please!”

“Well excuse me for not knowing the culinary arts.” Glen grumbled, looking elsewhere.

“It’s not for everyone,” Lana reassured him sympathetically. Glen continued to act sulky.

Gill chuckled a little, turning the meat over, “Alright then. As long as I’m here I’ll see to the little people’s cooking needs if the big guy doesn’t mind supplying.”

“It’s not a problem.”

There was again little conversation until the food was ready and they were eating.

Lana was ecstatic.

“Even this vegetable tastes good, oh my god thank you for being here!” she exclaimed, “I was so sick of Glen’s charred sorry excuse for food and only berries now and then.”

Gill smiled, “You’re welcome.” He himself felt a lot better after eating, and more able to tackle the rest of the day. He didn’t let himself think about how they were getting back to the dragon’s cave.

“Tell me about yourself,” Lana asked.

“Hm? Oh.” Gill contemplated, taking a bite of food to stave off a reply, “Well, there’s not much to talk about. I’m a wanderer, a rolling stone. I don’t stay in any one place too long. I love the open air.”

“I wish I could travel more,” Lana commented, pausing in her enthusiastic munching, “But, you know how it is, being a girl, being royalty, you got your duties.”

“It’s noble to stick to them,” Gill nodded, “I’m rather aimless myself with no real goals in life.” He took another bite, “I’ve had the wanderlust since forever, so that’s what I do. Roughing it in the wilds and on the road, never in one place for long. I sometimes want to settle,” he tilted his head as he thought, “But… well, “He smiled ruefully, “Sooner or later I get the itch and I have to follow more of that horizon, see where it leads.” Gill thought about how perhaps he was painting too rosy a picture and only making it more appealing to the princess. “But it’s incredibly tough.” he cautioned, “I trained for years to develop expert tracking and survival skills. It’s just me against the land. It’s a lonely existence if you’re used to the company of people.”

Lana still looked fascinated, “Could you teach me?” she asked.

Gill raised an eyebrow, “Well, no, there’s not really time. Which brings me back to what I keep wanting to

discuss with the two of you.” as Glen and Lana pricked their ears to listen, he continued, “In a week or so I think, if people took up the call as quickly as I did, there’s going to be less friendly company finding this place soon if they’re decent at understanding how to track a dragon. So.” He steepled his fingers and looked from one to the other, “We have to stop the pleasantries and talk seriously about this.”

“I suppose…” Lana pouted a little. Glen gave a similarly displeased growl.

A little exasperated, Gill said more forcefully, “I’m serious. Lana, I’m not sugar-coating it but you’re just of

marriageable age and your hand’s been promised to whoever rescues you.”

Lana started slightly, eyes widening, but then they narrowed and she looked at the elf suspiciously, “You’re here to rescue me.” she commented, almost accusingly.

Sighing in more exasperation, Gill replied, “I’ve got a very different relationship with you going forward and I’m not interested in marrying anybody, let alone a human too young for me,” He paused and decided to add for emphasis, “And even more let alone someone I just met.”

She still looked annoyed. Glenn snickered a little, knowing his and the elf’s first conversation.

Gill got up and walked around distractedly, not knowing how to even continue anymore, “I have to take you home, Lana.”

“No!” came the unified reply. Glen and Lana looked at each other and laughed. Gill covered his eyes for a moment, dragging his hands down his face.

Glen snorted, “I need Lana.”

“I don’t want to go back.” The princess added on to the argument, “This is the most fun and freedom I’ve ever had in my life!”

“What did you just say about duties?” Gill shot back at Lana.

Annoyance was all over her face, “I said I had them, not that I wanted to do them. I hate living with all those rules. Out here I have a friend and get to do interesting things, with no responsibilities.”

“You have to return to those responsibilities sooner or later!” Gill replied with frustration.

“No she doesn’t!” Glen snapped.

“Yeah!”

“HHhrrrrrrrglmrffff…!” Came an undefined noise from the elf as he pivoted in a circle, looking for the best argument, for the general nature around him to lend its support. But his temper was getting the better of him,

“How old are you two? Just think about things!” he threw up his hands at the two of them.

“Look,” Lana snapped back, also standing, wiping her slightly dirty fingers off on her dress, “I don’t need

rescuing right? I’m safe and happy, and want to be here! Just go back and tell the others they can give up

because I don’t need to be rescued, I’ll go back when I want to!”

The elf looked meaningfully up at the dragon, who didn’t immediately back the princess up. Both knew a

dragon didn’t easily let go of the things they took.

“Are you sure about that?” Gill asked.

A warning rumble came from the dragon. Gill realized he was pushing Glen’s patience with him and he took a half step back, glaring up.

“What do you mean?” Lana’s confidence wavered.

Gill turned and walked away, giving himself a minute to cool off and maybe Glen a minute to decide of he

would explain to Lana how dragons functioned and viewed people they happened to like.

He walked several yards, then ran a hand through his hair, making sure to breathe slow.

Alright, next argument. He thought out what he would say. But even giving a minute he could tell Glen had not opened communication with Lana about what the elf said.

He came back, steepled his fingers together, and looked from one to the other.

“Let’s be realistic,” he said, “I know a lot of healers and herbalists from my extensive travels, some of the best live rather remotely and may be able to make something. Glen,” He looked up, letting his hands open, “Whether you two like it or not, people aren’t going to care if Lana’s content to be here, she’s still a princess and everyone has their duties in life-.”

“What about yours?” Lana interjected, taking him off guard.

“That’s beside the point,” Gill tried to evade and continue.

“No it’s not,” she replied snippily, “If everyone has their duties, what are yours? Huh? Getting to wander where you want.”

Glen grinned nastily, “Yeah, Gill, what’s your duty?”

Gill snapped, and the words were out of his mouth before he could think twice, “I fucking told you, Asshole!” he shouted.

Glen blinked and Lana was shocked into silence by the language, hands going to her mouth, eyes wide.

Realizing he had let his temper boil over, Gill closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steeping his fingers together again then dropping his head to touch his forehead to them. Maybe he just had to be open about all of it, right here, right now, break it to her first.

“I’m sorry.” he bowed slightly to Lana, “That was uncalled for in your presence. But… well… Let’s just sit down and I’ll tell you the whole reason I’m here and what my responsibilities are right now. I didn’t want to explain until you were safely home and with your family… but…”

He returned to his pack and took a knee, opening it.

Lana hesitantly sat herself down, a little pouty, but also curious.

Glen gave an uncomfortable rumble, “I should leave you two alone.”

Gill looked up, “If you would please give us a little space.” he said gratefully.

The dragon thumped off step by step to the opposite side of the field, but kept them in sight.

There was an awkward silence for a bit. Lana watching, eyes wide, still taken aback at Gill’s having lost his temper.

“I don’t normally swear, Lana,” he said quietly, “But I’ve been under an immense amount of pressure and

stress. I thought I was going to die yesterday, or you would already be dead by the time I got here. And now you’re both united against me when I just…” he wavered a little, emotions rising, “Just need some sanity and understanding.

“So…” He fished into the pack and brought out the parcel and the letter, “I came all the way to your home to give you something. Even though we’ve never met, I had an obligation I put on myself when my dear friend was no longer able to have these sent to you himself. I chose to bring them personally.”

As he spoke he saw fear and wonder creep into the girl’s eyes. Silently she took the proffered items, realization dawning. She put the parcel aside, then began opening the letter.

She hesitated, glancing briefly to him, before opening it fully. Gill looked away as she scanned the lines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her hands begin trembling.

When she finished she looked up. “He’s..?” she couldn’t finish. “I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” her voice shook.

Gill met her gaze, “I wanted to break it to the whole family, all together.” He then dropped his eyes to his pack, “I’m sorry I kept it from you, I just didn’t know what to do and haven’t been able to organize my thoughts.”

“Did Glen know?” She asked, looking off to where the dragon sat, his tail waving.

“He pried it out of me,” Gill replied guiltily, “I was trying to convince him to let me trade places with you, I had to explain you weren’t just some random person to me, that… you needed to go home.”

Lana’s eyes glistened with unshed tears, “He’s really…? How did it happen?”

Gill clenched his fists. He couldn’t begin to explain to this girl how her brother died. “I… I don’t know how to answer that, so… well, take a look at what he gave you while I try to figure how to even begin.”

She bowed her head, slowly unwrapping the cloth. When she pulled it away she sat with a medium sized music box in her hands. There was glittering filigree and birds all over. She stared at the delicately painted

wood before opening it. It began to play.

“It doesn’t need to be wound up,” Gill spoke up. The beautiful little tune calmed his emotions, and seemed to

calm Lana’s as well, the tears drying a little. The two listened quietly.

“‘For my Little Bird’ he wrote,” Lana commented sorrowfully, “I was always his Little Bird.”

“Yes,” Gill smiled sadly, “He spoke so fondly of you, and how he couldn’t wait to return and see how you had grown. I myself didn’t realize how old you were at this point. He wasn’t the best at measuring time.”

Silence fell between them again for a time before Gill finally took a deep breath. He had to begin.

“We met, hunting a monster together. He, his friends, and I teamed up, and somehow I wound up becoming

part of that group. He had a very magnetic personality, and I liked him a lot, when I normally don’t like people.”

“Everyone loved him,” Lana nodded.

“He was a good man.”

Gill took another breath, “We traveled a… I don’t know, several months together. Adventuring, seeking out evil to crush. I guided them in the wilds. But… well… there was-were-” he corrected, “Several villages being attacked by…” he almost said “Something.” but… No… he had to be honest.

“...By a dragon.”

He heard Lana’s inhale, but he couldn’t look at her anymore, instead he stared at some undefined point in space, out across the grass.

“I couldn’t reason with this dragon. And… well. We fought and… it was formidable. Adam saved my life, gave me the opportunity to deal the killing blow, but… he… didn’t make it… none of them did…” He bit his lip, closing his eyes, “So… I knew he had just written you a letter, and bought a gift. He was very proud of the find and… so… here I am.”

In the quiet that followed he could hear Lana begin weeping over the music of the little box, and even though he wasn’t a touchy-feely person, Gill shifted over and wrapped her up in a close hug.

Lana wept into his chest for a long time. He didn’t know what to say so he let her cry herself out until eventually she quieted.

“I’m sorry.” he said at last, letting go as she pulled away and straightened.

Lana took some deep inhales, sniffed loudly and rubbed a corner of her sleeve across her nose.

“I… I see now… why you… You were right.” she said quietly, regaining composure as a princess ought to, “I need to go home, at least… my family has to know. Thank you Gill... for coming all this way.”

Gill scratched his cheek, not sure how to respond, “Of course. Anything for my best friend and his little sister.”

The music box played on, and the two sat and listened. A breeze brushed across the grass, ruffling Gill’s hair and sending wisps of loose strands up from Lana’s braid, the dark hair lighting up in the sun’s rays.

She shifted and closed the box, wrapping it up along with the letter, “Hold onto this for me?”

“Yeah,” Gill put it carefully back in his pack.

With a sigh Lana added, “I was being selfish. I didn’t realize how hard you were having it. My obstinacy was childish. I have to go home and be with my family.” she paused, looking away guiltily, “They must be as worried as you were.” Gill nodded, “But this is going to be difficult. When dragons… If…” he sighed and started over, “When dragons grow attached to people they see them as possessions, little different from treasure, just even more cared for. If Glen’s got a strong attachment to you then it’s going to be difficult to make him understand that he can’t keep you like he keeps his treasure. You understand?”

Lana frowned, “You seem to think you know a lot about Glen.”

Gill blinked, “Fair, I don’t know him as a person. But I know dragons as a species. Extremely well, in fact.” he emphasized, “Maybe Glen will be more open to the idea, but this is also why I offered my life for yours. He still has someone who “belongs” to him so to speak, who is also, like you, wanting to help him with his current problem.”

Lana pulled her knees up, wrapping her arms around them. Unconsciously Gill did the same with only one, half-mirroring. But it was his side with the bad shoulder. As he tried to use it, it twinged badly, so he placed it in his lap.

“I’m sure if we explain he’ll understand.” she said, but she didn’t sound completely convinced.

“I really hope so,” Gill replied, “But… we don’t have to talk to him about it right now. I know I just dropped some heavy information on you, and you need time to process. We’re lucky Glen’s a more reasonable dragon than some I’ve met.”

“You meet a lot of dragons?” Lana queried, looking up.

Gill shrugged, “I’m very widely traveled.” he said evasively, looking away.

Lana’s eyes narrowed, but she did not press. There was yet another long pause.

“I guess we should let him come back,” Lana said at last.

Gill looked towards the dragon, “If you’re ready to.”

Lana crooked an eyebrow, “Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked curiously.

Gill started slightly and looked back, “Oh, uh… I dunno. I guess you wouldn’t have said that if you weren’t. My bad.”

The real reason he said that, he realized, was because he wasn’t ready for the dragon to come back. Having the story of Adam dragged out of him once today and then repeated… he didn’t want to deal with Glen.

My emotions aren’t ready for… he started thinking as Lana stood and headed a few yards towards the dragon, calling and waving. Shoot.

He wasn’t ready for this. Gill’s emotions rose and he turned his back to the pair, a hand covering his face for a

moment, feeling tears of his own welling up. But he fought the emotions down as he heard the dragon drawing closer, and was dry-eyed again by the time they were all back together. Or at least he hoped he was.

“You told her everything?” Glen asked.

When Gill didn’t reply, Lana interjected, “He told me everything.”

Glen crouched down, head low, “I’m sorry for your loss, Lana. Truly. And, Gill?”

Reluctantly, Gill looked up, “Yes?”

The dragon shook his head a little, looking awkward, “I know it’s not like I planned it but I’m sorry about the coincidence. You have much courage and fortitude to come this far, and have been more than…” he reached for words, pausing before continuing, “You’ve really gone above and beyond trying to discuss things and putting your life in my power… rather than just pull a sword out and starting what I'm sure you little people would think was a justified fight.”

Taken aback by the compliment, Gill didn’t know how to respond. Praise from a dragon?

“Uh.. well. I… I’ve met more than one dragon in my life and have come to… well,” he scratched the back of his head and looked elsewhere, too uncomfortable to look anyone in the eye, “I just figured if Lana was alive and well then there was hope we could all talk rationally as adults ought to, and if not then I’d try to avenge her, that seemed the… if not logical… natural way to go about things.”

Glen chuckled as the elf colored a little, “You’re not a very natural person. And I mean that as a compliment. Dragons and little folks are natural… enemies…” He trailed off and Gill had a feeling realization was dawning. Was he figuring things out?

There followed a bit of awkward empty air before Lana piped up, “I think Glen put that well. You’ve come a long way and done so much. More than others would. I’m glad you chose to try for none-violence to deal with the situation.”

Gill felt more awkward than ever, not sure how to take the positive reinforcement, “Thank you both… It’s… I appreciate your words more than you can understand.” He pulled nervously at the grass, wanting this to stop but also happy to feel validated, “It… It’s… yeah. Means a lot. But…”

He took a breath. Where on earth did they go from here? Gill closed his eyes, feeling the mental fatigue pressing down. To have been burdened with heavy news to bring back to his friend’s family, only to find the most important one to him taken… the time getting here, the arguing with both of them against him. All of it.

“...But?’ Lana prompted.

Gill shook his head, “Um, just… I’m just, horribly, horribly burnt out. It’s been a wild time and I think I need to sit under a cold waterfall, drink more, eat more, and maybe not think about this whole mess for a few hours. I’m also all argued out.”

The ground trembled as Glen chuckled, “All worn out ‘eh?”

Gill glared up at him, “We’ll revisit the argument, I promise.”

“Sure, sure,” Glen replied flippantly, “But I agree, you need to take some time to unwind and put off the burden for a little. Just clarify for me, it took you how many weeks to get here?” Annoyed, Gill almost didn’t grace that with an answer. But then he replied, “I got to town in the morning two days after you took Lana and set out that afternoon after getting supplies.” “Mm.. so about two weeks… a couple days over or so. And.” the dragon went on, “What was the short-cut you took?”

Gill blinked a couple times. “Well, if… “ he looked to the ground near the fire where Glen had raked the grass away, upending it and revealing dirt.

Going over on his hands and knees, using his right side gingerly, Gill began drawing, “I’m well traveled as I’ve said a few times. I’ve been in this area before, years ago. I understand different terrain very well, enough to guess what I’m getting into anywhere I go. I…” he drew with the end of one burnt log, the ash helping to mark the large map, and explained, showing the safest routes, marking the marshy terrain he had delved into in order to make up time.

“Mm, yes..” Glen watched with interest. Lana watched with puzzlement, “And that’s honestly insanely well made up time. You expected to get here within two weeks on your horse taking the usual route?”

“No I was going to cut through a couple places. She’s extremely surefooted.” And there was a reason for his confidence in that. Gill showed the route he had planned to take, cutting into places normally hazardous for hooved beasts.

“Ah, yes.”

The “yes”s were feeling patronizing at this point. Was he missing something the dragon saw?

“Yes.” Gill confirmed with slight irritation, “So? Why did you want to know all this?”

“How many people could you confidently say could cut any distance enough to get close to say, getting here in three weeks? Most of those places… well, it is a risk for the average horse.”

“Hm.” Gill looked back down, tracing the full route, “I don’t follow this questioning of yours.” He glanced sidelong at the dragon, “What are you getting at?”

Glen shrugged, “You seem to think people can get here normally within a three week period, since you say people will be showing up around seven days from now.”

He had to blink at that, “Isn’t it a three week ride?”

“Even if you know how to track a dragon, not actually.” Glen said smugly, “Also, this area here.” he poked with his tail tip, “There was a rock slide last year which’ll slow people down more.”

His tired brain spun a few times trying to calculate, then gave up, “I’m sorry, what?” Gill felt he had hit a wall in

his reasoning.

Lana came over and put a hand on Gill’s forehead, looking into his eyes, “I can’t do the math,” she said, peering searchingly, “But safe to say it’ll be more than a week before people start showing up.”

Gill peered back at her, not sure what she was doing, “Oh… ohhhh,” he got it a little, “Oh. I see... I see, I see.”

“So,” Glen ducked his head low to make eye-contact, “You have plenty of time to take a break and recover before we revisit the reason you’re here. For now, just take a few breaths and-”

“Gill, you feel really clammy.” Lana said suddenly.

Gill could read the alarm in her eyes, but didn’t quite see the issue.

“I…” He what? “Well. I certainly feel like I’m having a mental break.”

“And pale as a ghost. You should lie down.” Lana suggested, half helping, half pushing him onto his side, then his back, “Glen give us some shade, please.”

“Oh, oh my, what’s happening?” Glen did as told, spreading out a wing over them, “Is this like the panic attack?” he asked anxiously, “What’s a mental break?”

“I can rest…” Gill said faintly to no one in particular, “I can stop working and take a break.”

Lana brushed the hair off his forehead, “Yes Gill. You can take a break. It’s okay. We’re going to take care of you and let you rest. Do you want to sleep?”

“I feel sick.”

“Just close your eyes, Gill,” Lana watched anxiously even as she kept her voice calm, “Just let go, it’s going to be alright. You’re okay. You’re okay.”

Gill reached up and took her hand, “I’m not okay, Lana. I’m unbelievably not okay.” the strain, stress and grief all squeezed to the surface. His eyes stung and his head hurt from trying to hold it in.

“Just rest, Gill,” Lana assured him, “Just rest. You’ve been wonderful, you’re better than any knight out there and you did so well, just… take a respite…”

She trailed off, then began to gently sing, a simple lullaby. Her voice enveloped Gill in warmth, and quietly he began to cry. The tears leaked out and he threw his arm over his eyes to hide it. Lana ran a comforting hand through his hair, continuing to sing until after he passed out.

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Chapter 20 - Haru

Summary: you deal with your feelings after running into your ex-boyfriend.

A/N: (18+ / minors and ageless blogs dni) - I am so sorry for such a late update! Sometimes I do get burn out writing such a long on going story and have to give my creative brain a break by jumping onto other things for a while. But, I finally finished Chapter 20, and we are on the last leg of the story now! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter, your support and comments motivate me to complete this ❤️ Thank you so much for your patience! This chapter might have broken me a little

(Three Years Ago)

Riddled with anxiety, Gojo’s curiosity drove him to your place instead of heading back home after he finished up his teaching lessons. He texted you earlier in his work day, saying that he wanted to stop by with the promise of bringing you a delicious meal. He then scrambled around finding the closest restaurant in the area just to make good on his lame excuse, and picked up katsu because he couldn’t show up empty handed.

He curled his clammy palm into a fist, hoping that you would recollect speaking to him last night at Rina’s Halloween party.

Three knocks was all it took to get his heart racing, triggering the memory of the two of you isolated in your best friend’s bedroom.

In the time he waited for you to greet him, he recalled the worried words from your lips, registered how your brows upturned to emphasize your sad eyes and how you begged him not to leave you in your drunken frenzy.

Your friend was expecting to either find you in a state of despair or oblivious to the situation playing out behind the scenes.

Unfortunately for him, it was the latter.

“You’re my savior, this hangover has been brutal and I’ve been craving katsu all day…”

The disappointment washes over Satoru and he suddenly finds himself in an awkward position. He hides his frustration with a smile as he greets you before handing over the paper bag and teasing you with a reply, “If you consider me your savior, then you should get down on your knees and thank me...”

You scoff with annoyance, “You know, normal people just say ‘you’re welcome’…”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m one of a kind…”

You turn on your heel, stopping him in his tracks before he can pass the threshold of your front door, and glare up at him from underneath your lashes.

“A one of a kind idiot, most definitely.”

Satoru angles his head down to face you directly, merely raising a brow at your miserable tone.

“You know I bought dinner in the hopes that it would make you feel better, but if you’re too cranky for company then I’ll just leave…”

You pout your lips, finally relaxing the strained muscles on your face and releasing a sigh.

“I’m sorry, I’ll dial back on the bitchy attitude. I need to sit, if I stand too long then I might puke again…”

Satoru narrows his gaze with worry, but knew that this would pass in due time.

He follows you as you head over to your couch, removing his black bomber jacket in the process to reveal his sleek turtleneck underneath. He folds the material over his elbow, tapping his index finger nervously against the fabric as he contemplates his thoughts.

This was his chance too open up the discussion on last night, but he knew that he needed to approach the conversation with caution - this was a delicate situation after all…

“You drank quite a bit…” he states matter of factly as he finds his place next to you.

“A decision I regret deeply, let me tell you that,” you grumble. “One minute I was dancing with Rina and the next I woke up in her bed covered in glitter…”

Satoru hums, swallowing the lump in his throat as he proceeds to assist in helping you pull out the neatly placed plastic container and chopsticks from the takeout bag.

“So, you don’t remember anything about last night?”

“Barely…” you answer truthfully, before lifting the lid to breath in the spicy steam emanating from your warm meal.

“Mmm, how can something smell so delicious and yet make me feel crappier at the same time?”

Your friend laughs under his breath, “your senses are all over the place, and that is the reason why I don’t drink…”

“Except for the one time when you did…”

Satoru shoots you a disapproving look from underneath his shades.

“Never again.”

“You know,” you carry on tongue in cheek while gently placing the katsu on your lap. “I never pegged you as crier…I thought you would be the type who would burst into song…”

“Oi!” he huffs, flicking you on your shoulder while noticing you try to hide your smile. “You swore you would never throw that in my face…”

You chuckle, “it was cute, and I promise this is the only time I’ll ever make fun of you for it...”

“Thank you,” Satoru replies but his face warmed at the thought of you being one of the few people in this world who ever saw him in such an embarrassing state.

He notices you staring at your food, a battle waging within the privacy of your mind but he could visibly see the queasiness taking over your appearance.

“Want me to feed you?” he questions while nudging you politely in an attempt to motivate you to pick up your utensils.

“I’m not four…” you reply with a click of your teeth, before reaching for your chopsticks. “I can take care of myself, you know?”

“Except when you need somebody to tuck you in after a night of drinking…”

You freeze picking up a crispy piece of pork, before awkwardly side eyeing your friend.

“Please don’t tell me that-”

“That l got you into Rina’s room last night?”

You wince, snaking your bottom lip between your teeth nervously as you place your chopsticks back down.

“Oh, god...did I...” you proceeded to speak, wetting your lips as you hesitated to finish your sentence. “Did I say...anything…to you...last night?”

Satoru’s eyes widened, his heart nearly skipping a beat with the hope that he somehow sparked off the emotional exchange you shared.

“Maybe...”

You covered your face with your hands, shaking your head in disbelief as you grumbled again.

“Oh, no...oh, no, no...”

“Hey,” Satoru interjected, relaxing his shoulders as he eased his stance. “It’s okay...it’s...it’s not a big deal, I think if you want to talk about it-”

“I am so, so sorry! I can’t believe I would make such a complete fool of myself, especially with you...” you blurted, disregarding your friend’s soothing words as you shied away from his gaze. “I don't know why I turn into the world’s biggest flirt when I drink, but you have to know that I wasn’t being serious! I’ll hit on a mannequin if I’m around it long enough! Ugh, I hope…I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable...”

Satoru parted his lips, retracting his hand almost immediately with a puzzled look overshadowing his sympathy.

“You…you weren’t flirting with me last night...”

“I-I...wasn’t?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“You really don’t remember anything? Not even what we talked about?”

You shook your head again.

“Huh, well then…” the sorcerer exhaled, and he pinched his lids together unsure what to do next.

The silence hung in the air and your friend was at a crossroads.

He had the opportunity to tell you the truth. He can finally disclose the true nature of Haru’s love, of his infidelity and the princely mask that he’s disguised himself with. All Gojo had to do was share what happened when he ran into him last night, and how that altercation resulted in your friend threatening Haru unless he came clean with the truth.

But how would he explain his irrational reaction to you without having to answer the millions of questions that would follow?

Days after the white haired sorcerer caught your boyfriend in his web of lies, Haru reached out to your friend and practically begged him to not say anything.

“I love her to death, let me make this right.”

Last night revealed that he had played Gojo for a fool. He never admitted to his unfaithfulness and had been dragging you along for the ride in a cruel, selfish game.

All this time Gojo was being held back by strings which snapped the moment he realized that your beloved partner shared similar qualities to that of the sorcerer.

Qualities which finally allowed Satoru to push his boundaries and act beyond his mere position as just your friend.

“Are...are you going to tell me what it is that we discussed?” you asked timidly, snapping him out of his own thoughts as you finally took the first bite of your meal.

I should, Satoru replied in his head, you need to know that Haru is a sniveling weasel and that you don’t deserve the little shit…

The minute the thought reached the tips of Satoru’s lips, he saw the physical manifestation of your heartbreak before him and he hesitated.

A rare occurrence for the greatest sorcerer alive.

Hesitations usually lead to mistakes, and Satoru never ignores his gut. However, if he turned out to be the one on the receiving end of your pain then you were never going to see Haru for who he truly is.

Satoru had a decision to make, and if preparing you for this lesson meant that it would erase Haru from your life, then it’s a sacrifice that he is willing to take. He trusted that his actions would give him the end result he wanted in the long run, and if Haru was smart then he would have not taken Gojo’s words lightly, which inevitably meant walking away from you.

It was only a matter of time now.

“I can’t tell you,” the sorcerer responded while swallowing his secret instead.

“Why not?”

“Because you told me it was a confidential.”

You pursed your lips, “Satoru, don’t be ridiculous. You can’t keep information from the person who gave it to you in the first place...”

He raised both his hands defeat, masking over his potential regret with a handsome grin. “I have to respect the drunken soul residing within you.”

“We are one and the same. Come on, tell meee…”

Satoru shook his head.

“Please?” you insist, widening your gaze and giving him those begging princess eyes that makes it difficult for him to decline.

“You made me pinky promise, what kind of man would I be if I went back on my word?”

“I don’t know why you are you being so difficult…” you murmur.

Your friend sighed, knowing that he needed to deflect the situation as quickly as possible.

“Okay, fine, if you really want to know…you told me that…I am the most handsome man you’ve ever laid your eyes on…”

“Ha!” you squeal as you shake your head in disbelief.

“It’s true!“

“Please, you’re just fishing for compliments…”

“As a matter of fact,” Satoru emphasized, “You also said, and I quote, “I’m so handsome, it infuriates you…”

“You spin quite a tale, my friend. We both know that I would never give your ego the satisfaction but fine…if you insist on keeping this between yourself and my other personality, then so be it…”

The pointed end of Satoru’s nose burned, his pulse ringing in his ear as a shade of pink blushed his cheeks.

He was unable to hide the amused expression on his face.

You may not have believed him but he was, in fact, telling you the truth.

***

(Present)

This wasn’t the same man you had fallen in love with eight years ago.

This wasn’t the same man who broke your heart three years ago.

The person seated before you was a stranger.

A familiarity was there, in the slight roundness of Haru’s cheeks and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. A fleeting memory slipped your mind when he laughed but those were the only remnants that were left of your relationship.

You were uncomfortable seated so close to him, listening to him ramble on about where life had taken him when the both of you parted.

While you have been spending all this time lingering in the past, Haru has been moving forward with his own future.

He left his old job and moved onto another company where he landed an executive position. His work required him to travel more often, and he’s been finding himself spending plenty of his weekends in Okinawa as a result. He started partaking in morning runs at the beach, and decided to give up eating meat along the way. There was a newfound confidence that laced his words as he spoke, and when you inhaled you could breath in a lingering scent of spicy tobacco that wafted off his clothes. The details explained why his shirt now hung loosely over his frame, showing off his lean muscle and newly sported golden tan, making his eyes appear lighter as it caught the reflection of the sun’s rays and emphasizing how unreal he looked before you.

You squeezed your hands into tight fists, a memory of the person you once were crossing your thoughts - somebody so helplessly devoted and completely naive in the face of love.

You would have given Haru the world if he asked.

You hoped that if you ever ran into him again that you would find him as broken as you, but instead you came to the realization that he may have been the center of your world, but you were never his.

“Wow, this is...a lovely surprise, isn’t it?” Haru finally concluded, the soft tone of his voice grabbing your immediate attention. His eyes flickered up and down your body, obviously taking you in as he bit his bottom lip. “You look fantastic...then again, you always do….”

Your stomach flipped at his blunt compliment but there was a level of innocence in the delivery that forced you not to read into it.

“Thanks, you look…good too. I’m glad to hear things are going well…” you politely replied in a small voice, unable to hide the cold tone in your words.

“To be honest, of all the people I expected to run into today, you weren’t on the top of my list,” he admitted.

“Likewise.”

“Tell me, how have things been with you? I want to know everything!”

You wanted to leave.

You didn’t want to sit here and listen to your ex go on about how amazing his life has been while you’ve been struggling to find your own happiness, refusing to admit to him how much you’ve let him affect you.

You’ve pictured this scenario in your head multiple times over, but your mind played it out differently.

The romantic in you hoped that Haru would return groveling at his knees, spewing apologetic words of how sorry he was for breaking your heart. He would beg for your forgiveness, and even though you weren’t sure if you would ever take him back, a small part of you knew that Haru could easily sway that decision. He entangled you in ways that were meant for big screens and novels, and it seemed unfair for you to lose it all in your own little fairy tale.

“I’m not asking if you loved what you had with him, I’m asking you if you still love him?”

Satoru’s question crossed your mind, and as you stared into the detached eyes of your ex-lover, you finally found your answer.

No.

Not with the man who cheated on you for six months.

Not with the man who never had the courage to give you a reason why.

Not with a man who took your love for granted.

The tragedy of losing what you shared meant that you would have to start searching for it all again. You thought that it would never happen but didn’t realize how much you guarded your heart from allowing yourself to be vulnerable again.

Until you approached the one person who you believed would never fall for you in return.

This was the wake up call you needed - the sharp slap to the face that reminded you of how much you let yourself lose for the sake of a man who never truly saw you.

Who never truly loved you.

You were annoyed that he looked this good, that he regarded you with a sense of nonchalance and that he walked away from this relationship with closure while you had none…

Why…why did I make myself so…miserable?, you thought to yourself.

When you were at your lowest, you reached out to grab onto your last string of comfort. You looped your index finger through your necklace, thinking of blue eyes and frosted hair. Your heart steadied at the reminder of sweet kisses and private touches, of tangible memories that drew you out from despair and into a bubble of sickly happiness.

No, you were not in love with Haru.

Not anymore.

This interaction, one that you wished for days to happen, only solidified the unsettled question that lingered in the back of your mind.

The person you wanted is Satoru - strongest jujutsu sorcerer, six foot tall string bean, a god among humans and your darling idiot.

The revelation had your heart racing for other reasons but the quicker you could get away from your past, the sooner you could reach towards the future you deserve.

You entertained Haru, giving him brief explanations on your life while trying your best to end the conversation. However, you kept getting caught off guard by his string of questions.

Haru asked about your family while giving his regards to them all, then wondered if you were still being undervalued among your other co-workers.

He was curious to know if Rina was still the hardest working person you knew then asked if you still obsessively watched terrible movies, and if you continue to organize your room as a form of self care.

He asked if you still lived in your quaint apartment, and questioned why you haven’t sold your father’s old car since you mostly used public transportation anyway.

He asked you about everything under the sun without ever bringing up the only other constant in your life.

You thought it was strange that he hadn’t mentioned Satoru up until this point, and you weren’t keen on bringing up your “more-than-friend” either.

That was until Haru drew his attention towards the necklace you were wearing, and allowed yet another to slip from his talkative mouth.

“Oh! Is that new?” he asked innocently, “it reminds me of the necklace I bought you for your birthday…”

You had to ignore the way your blood simmered from beneath your skin. If you had another drink in your hand, you would have tossed it on his head again before scoffing in his face. Your anger was bubbling over, patiently waiting to unleash on the man who deserved the brunt of it’s aggression.

You could have told him off, but chose not to.

A part of you knew that dissecting old memories would only hurt you. If Haru had gone this far without a care in the world, then you needed to carry on in the same manner.

“It was gift…” you explained through gritted teeth, trying your best to maintain your composure. “…from Satoru.”

At the mere mention of his name, Haru’s face hardened in a way that was unrecognizable. His body tensed up, and he straightened his back as he grew noticeably uncomfortable. His eyes shifted around, almost as if he wanted to make sure that the two of you weren’t being watched.

“Oh. I guess, you both…still hang out then, huh?”

“Why wouldn’t we?” You bit back, unsure of why you suddenly felt protective of your companion.

“I just-I just figured that…you know what, it’s not a big deal…”

You pinched your brows out of confusion, “I don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s one of my closest friends. You know how much I value the people in my life.”

“Believe me,” Haru replied in defeat, easing his gaze as he looked deep into your eyes. “I know.”

“Unfortunately, not everybody else feels the same way,” you casually added on, satisfied as you watched your ex wince upon hearing your comment.

You stood up from your seat, refusing to allow him to take anymore of your precious time.

“Anyway, I’m sorry about the spill. If you need me to cover the laundry bill, I would be more than happy to do so. It was nice seeing you, Haru. I hope things continue to go well for you.”

You retrieved your heart from his cold hands to cradle it in your own, and just like the last conversation you shared, you walked away from a man who had nothing to say in return.

***

You returned home with your head in the clouds. The electricity was sparking off your entire body, and your heart would not calm down no matter how hard you tried to relax. You completely neglected calling Rina back, ignoring her texts as you swiped through to find Satoru’s contact.

You wanted to, no - you needed to see him.

Your mind was racing - your rational thought ready to spoil the moment by forcing yourself to consider that if this is the start of something real, would Satoru be able to provide you the things you wanted from a relationship?

You could have let yourself overthink it, or you could just allow yourself to enjoy the moment for once.

Satoru picked up after only two rings, and you nearly stumbled over yourself when you heard his deep voice greet you.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.”

“Hey, you.” you answered a little breathless. “I’m sorry to call, I know you mentioned you were busy today. Do you…uhm…have a minute?”

“For you I’ve got more than a minute…” he replied, and you could practically see him smile through his words. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

All the words that were rattling in your mind dissipated and you found yourself going blank as you tried your best to find some sense of composure.

“I…uh, had a weird afternoon and thought I would clear my head for a bit…”

“Is everything okay?” your friend questioned seriously. “Do you need me?”

“Yes! Yes I’m fine, more than fine actually…” you reassured before shyly adding on, “I wasn’t trying to worry you or anything…I just…I just wanted to hear your voice...”

A low chuckle brushed your ear and Satoru sensually dropped his voice to a low whisper.

“Stop or you’ll make me blush in front of my students.”

You giggled, feeling your own cheeks warm as a result.

“Is there was any chance I can see you tonight?”

“Hmmm,” your friend pondered, “unfortunately I’m tied up but I can try and stop by if I get the chance…”

“Oh, it’s alright then. I don’t want to inconvenience you…”

“I can take tomorrow evening off. How does that sound? We’ll make a night of it.”

You brushed off your mild disappointment with a smile upon hearing his suggestion.

“That sounds perfect.”

“Good, so we have plans then.”

“Yes we do!” you answered back, more excited than you intended to be.

“You sure you’re okay? You seem a little bit flustered…”

You placed one hand against your hot cheek, your stomach summer saluting as you tried to grasp onto the right words that you wanted to share.

“I’m good, I promise…” you exhaled, before finding the courage to confess. “It’s just - I’ve been thinking about you, well…about us and…”

“And?” Satoru pressed with an eager tone.

“And I think…I have an answer for you.”

There was a silence that followed after, and you weren’t sure if the line had cut off or if you merely left Satoru speechless.

“I’m sorry - I shouldn’t have blurted that out, I know you’re not in the right place to have this conversation…”

You were abruptly interrupted by a loud voice, the young individual taking over the conversation as he stole the attention of your white haired friend.

“Gojo-sensei! Do you need some water? Your face looks flushed!”

“What are you talking about, I’m fine…” your friend sharply replied.

“But your cheeks are all red-“

“Yuuji!” Satoru cut him off, clearing his throat before brushing off his comment, “can’t you see I’m in the middle of a conversation?”

“Ohhhhh! My bad!” The young man laughed, “I didn’t see that you were on the phone. I thought we kept you waiting for too long! Megumi and Nobara just picked up their bubble tea order, but I offered to bring back yours! Here you go!”

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing at the interaction as you heard your friend mumble a thank you to his student.

“Sorry about that…” he apologized, returning back to the conversation at hand and you could hear his embarrassment through his words.

“It’s okay, I won’t keep you any longer. I got a little carried away with my thoughts…”

“We’ll talk tomorrow?”

“Yes,” you nodded, unable to erase the grin plastered across your face. “Tomorrow.”

“Good. I can’t wait.”

You bit your bottom lip as little goosebumps raised across your skin.

“I can’t wait either,” you murmured, “have a good evening, ‘Toru.”

“You too, Angel.”

***

Falling for somebody never felt like descent.

As a matter of fact, the only way to describe how you felt was through flight.

Overnight you had sprouted wings and soared, lightheaded and gasping for air as you tried to navigate turbulent skies.

Even now as night finally took over and you gradually prepared to settle yourself for the evening, your feet was barely touching the ground.

Your headspace was somewhere else - it was against Satoru’s chest with your fingers intertwined in his hair, it was in sweet taste of his lips and the entanglement of your limbs with his own.

You were mindlessly fulfilling tasks with the white haired sorcerer capturing your every thought, which is why when you heard a knock on your door, you naturally assumed it would be him.

“I thought you said you were busy-“ you announced, before cutting yourself off as you froze in place.

Hazel eyes met yours in a pressing stare that had you stiffen. You folded your arms over your chest, keeping the door only half open as you furrowed your brows in surprise.

“Haru. What…What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s late…”

“It’s almost midnight,” you reiterated.

“Yeah, I know, I just…I had to see you.”

Your jaw dropped unable to comprehend his excuse.

“Haru, it’s late. I’m sure whatever it is can wait until tomorrow. Have a goodnight.”

A hand reached for the door, one that took you for a surprise as he held the frame open.

You stared at Haru in disbelief watching him slump his shoulders in defeat.

“I know. I know it’s stupid to come here but, I have been walking around all over the city in a daze since this afternoon. There is…so much, that I wanted to tell you but I was so…caught up in the surprise of it all, that I just couldn’t find the right things to say…”

“Haru, I don’t think now is an appropriate time…”

“Five minutes,” he begged. “Just give me five minutes.”

You knew he didn’t deserve it.

You knew you should have slammed the door on his face and finally close the chapter on him once and for all.

Instead, you found yourself stepping outside your apartment, shutting the door quietly behind you as you leaned back against the frame.

“Okay, five minutes.”

Haru exhaled with relief, taking a second to consider his words before finally speaking.

“You were the best thing in my life and I know that I fucked things up between us but…earlier you assumed that I never valued you. That’s not true, and it bothered me to hear you say it. I loved you. Even standing here, I still love you and I don’t think that feeling will ever go away.”

“You don’t cheat on somebody that you love,” you scoffed.

“I only did it because I was jealous.”

“Jealous…”

“Yes.”

“Five years,” you pointed out. “We we’re together for five years. I was completely devoted to you. What was there to be jealous of?”

An ugly green masked his face, making Haru almost unrecognizable in your eyes.

“You know, no man would have been as complacent as I was with how close you were with Gojo. No man would have just let their girlfriend hang out loosely with another guy…”

“I thought you weren’t like other men…I thought you and I could trust one another without questioning the other person’s intentions…”

“That was before my assumptions were proven. I don’t know if you know this but…on the night of your 24th birthday, I got you these earrings…”

“I know about the earrings,” you interjected, watching your ex lover’s eyes widen as you remained stoic. “I know who really gifted them to me.”

“Then you remember how you reacted when you received them.”

“What does my reaction have to do with anything? I though you bought me those earrings!”

“But I didn’t.” Haru argued back, “That was the moment I knew that Gojo didn’t see you as just a friend. That was the moment when I realized how easily swayed you were by such insignificant jewelry. I thought you would just put them aside like everything else, but you wore those damn earrings every single day. It drove me insane, it was the reason why I…the reason I…”

You parted your lips, blinking a few times to make sure that you registered what he said.

“Are you serious?” you hissed. “Are you seriously blaming me for cheating? Over a pair of earrings?”

“No.” Haru shook his head, “I’m blaming him.”

“Don’t,” you bit back, trying your best to withhold your anger. “He’s not the reason why you cheated on me. You are. I have done nothing but prove my love for you time and time again, and you threw that all away because your ego was bruised?!”

With that Haru remained silent.

“I loved you, Haru. Only you. There was nobody else and you played me for a fool. You can’t even take the blame for it, and instead you show up here throwing excuses about how it wasn’t even your fault to begin with?!”

You began to unravel with your words pouring out of you, “I hate to admit how much I waited for this moment, how I hoped you would come crawling back to me. I pined for you but it never happened. I spent the last three years wondering what the hell went wrong between us and instead of opening up to me with what you were going through, you decided to hurt me instead…”

“Hurting you was not my intention. I…I cheated on you once and swore to myself that it was a one time thing. But then…it just kept happening…”

You paused, waiting for him to complete his sentence but instead he averted his gaze with the exact shame he had when he confessed the very same sin three years ago.

You were breathing heavy at this point, your face growing tight as you stared at the man you once loved with disgust.

“Why?” You pushed, “Why did it keep happening?”

“Because…I couldn’t bare the way he was looking at you.”

“You,” you gasped, “are a pathetic excuse for a man.”

“A pathetic man who couldn’t fathom the thought of losing you. Who made incredibly stupid decisions because he is in love with you…”

Tears pricked your eyes, not out of sadness but frustration.

“And look how well that turned out,” you snapped before turning on your heel. “Now then, if you’re done I would like to call it a night.”

You felt his fingers circle your elbow, before snapping it away as you glared up at him with cold eyes.

“Put yourself in my shoes…”

“Don’t you dare make the assumption that I would stoop to your level. You were the one who became distant, you lied to me and told me that work was keeping you busy, while insisting that you were building our future…I could have had plenty of opportunities to crawl into bed with my best friend, Haru. Not once have I ever taken it into consideration. Every moment I spent with Satoru, I only ever praised what we had together,” you laughed under your breath as if the mere thought was comical, “you took advantage of my loyalty. And I…I let you get away with it…”

You watched your Prince Charming dissipate before your eyes, revealing nothing but a shell of a man underneath.

The silence lingered as your past gazed at you with hollow eyes. You wondered if Haru expected his words to wield you over, but no gesture in this world could muster up your forgiveness.

“I’m not the only one who took advantage, you know,” Haru confessed, “your friend isn’t quite as innocent as he seems.”

“Why do you keep bringing him into this, this has nothing to do with him…”

“It has everything to do with him,” Haru insisted, “from the moment he found out about what I did, he used it to his advantage. He held it over my head until he forced me to break up with you. You are the only person that I would have fought for, but how could I when he was keeping us apart?”

From the moment he found out…

The blood drained from your face, your eyes widened as the rest of Haru’s speech blurred into a string of words that you couldn’t decipher.

You watched your ex-lover cruelly raise his brow, an evil glint shining in those eyes as he watched the truth unfold before him.

“Don’t tell me that you didn’t know?” he asked nonchalantly, “I figured since you knew about the earrings, then you must know about everything else…”

“Everything…else?” you gasped, your shield of armor cracking as Haru found the opportunity to shatter it into pieces.

When he spoke, your world went dark.

Your wings were clipped and you found yourself fighting to keep yourself afloat.

Nothing would have prepared you for the descent that would hurt in ways that proved unimaginable.

Nothing would have prepared you in finding that Satoru Gojo - the man you had betted your heart on - was the reason behind your excruciating heartbreak.

***

CHAPTER 21: YOU

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request the aot girls + hitch and historia going out and saying "I love you" and you not saying it back? Like just how their reactions to it would be. Thanks in advance!

Damn y'all just love breaking these girls hearts LMAO alright then 😏 also sorry this took a while, I’m currently clearing out drafts LMAO -

||| AOT girls reacting to you not saying “I love you” back.

Paring: Mikasa x reader, Annie x reader, Ymir x reader, Pieck x reader, hitch x reader, historia x reader

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- Honey always says “I love you,” before going out in to town. Like ALWAYS

- so when y/n didn’t say it back it really bothered her.

“Alright honey, I’m going to go get some groceries. I’ll be back in a few dear. Keep the door locked. I love you,” Mikasa said as she threw on her coat giving you a small peck on the cheek. “Okay baby! Have a fun!” You replied, washing the dishes. At first she didn’t notice and thought you were going to say it when she was walking out, but then you didn’t. She closed the door and kind of stood there confused. So mikasa decided to go back inside, hoping you would say it back to her.

“I- uhm- forgot something one second,” she said, going into your bedroom. “Oh ok!” She grabbed a pen ( which she really didn’t need) and came out of the bedroom, hugging you from behind, “I’ll be home shortly, okay?” Mikasa said, kissing the back of your head. “Alright!” “I love you,” “see you later!” Mikasas face turned into a worried and concerned look before repeating, “I love you dear,”

“Ok!” You said. She broke the hug and looked at you, “Wait, why aren’t you saying it back?” She asked, a bit anxious. “Hm? What do you mean?”.. “You didn’t say I love you back,” she mumbled looking down at her feet. “Aww baby… I was joking mamas!” You said in a baby voice, caressing her cheek with your thumb. “Mmm..” she sighed, looking at you.

“noooo honey! Don’t be sad my baby! I love you too my sweet angel!” You finally gave in, kissing her forehead.

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-offended but zero fucks given

- pulls out a taser on you LMAO threatening for you to say it back /jk

“Baby I’m leaving to go to reiners, see you later babe, I love you,” your girlfriends voice trailed out to you. “Oh okay! Bye bye!” You said kissing her on the cheek. Zt first Annie didn't notice and only noticed when she got in the car. She was like, “wait- did y/n even say they loved me?” she thought. This extra ass got out of the car and went back to the door opening it. “Uhm I love you?” she said. “Oh okay! Bye bye!”

She looked at you as if you were nuts. She came over to you and jerked your face towards her before kissing you, “tell me you fucking love me back, ” she growled. “AAA OMG OKAY ANNIE ILY-”

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- Worried and sad

- Thinks she did something wrong to not deserve an ‘I love you’ :(

“Lovely~” Pieck said with pretty eyes as she gently kissed your cheek, “I’m going to the meeting with Reiner and Zeke, I’ll be back in a bit dear” She said calmly. “Oh alright! I’ll see you then!” You gave her a quick smile before handing her her coat, putting it on her. “Thank you my divine~!” The frizzy haired woman said, kissing you softly on the lips, cupping your face. “See you soon my love, I love you,” she looked into your eyes with a sparkle, “see you love!” You replied. She completely forgot all about the “I love you” part since she always gets one back, but as soon as she was headed out the door she stopped for a second. “Hey,” she said, turning around back to you. You looked up at Pieck from your book. “I love you,” she smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you when you get back” you returned the smile. Pieck oddly just stood there, contemplating what to do. “Honey,” The titan asked. “Do.. you love me back..?” She said with worrying eyes. You had to drop the act and bursted out laughing, “oh my god Pieck baby of course!” You rushed over to her, kissing her lips once again, “I’m messing with you! Porco told me to try it! <3” you explained, comforting her. “You-“ the woman pouted, “you are going to put me in a early grave >:(“

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- same with annie

- offended ASFFFF

She was about to go take your guys dog to the vet for a checkup as she kissed you quickly on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon mamas~” she said, kissing you. “I love you~” she said, wrapping her arms around you. “Okay! See you later babe!” You said, staring at your phone. She gave you another kiss before looking at you crazy. “Oi,” she said grabbing your phone and placing it down, “give me a kiss and tell me you love me, I’m not leaving until you do dumbass,” she flicked at your forehead. You rubbed your head with your hand as you replied “ow okay!” Giggling. “I love you tooo <3” you said sweetly, back at her, giving her a small peck on her cheek. “Oh come on y/n that was shit, do it again,” she said rudely. “Oh my god you are so needy!” You said kissing her again, “I love you,”

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- Sad ;( and confused

- she doesn’t know what she did wrong

Right as she was going to make a speech in one of the towns of Sina, she quickly kissed you, and let her keep some of her clothes so that you wouldn’t be lonely for the next 3 days. Since the ride on horse out there doesn’t take long, she also has paperwork to do, which would decline her ability to get back home. Reports to study, decisions to make all felt a bit to much for the girl whose name was claimed to be krista. “Darling, I’ll be back in a few days,” the blonde said, putting up her hair neatly in a bun, “I’ve got guards for you, so if you need something or need to go somewhere, make sure to tell them,” she said, turning towards you, “alright sweetheart?” She smiled at you. “Okay baby” you returned the smile as she grabbed her bag and gave you a kiss on the cheek and then another one on the face. “I’ll be back as fast as I can, please stay safe my love,” Historia instructed. “I will hisu, the same goes to you my queen,” You giggled. “I love you darling, see you soon,” “alrighty! Bye bye!” You waved to her as she headed out the door. As soon as historia closed the bedroom door she paused, ‘wait, why didn’t y/n say she loves me?’ She questioned. The blonde haired woman turned around, leaving her bag outside the door and opened it again, peeping her head in. “Baby,” she said, “hm?” You replied. “I love you” she repeated. “Okay, bye bye!” She stood there a bit confused, before walking inside the bedroom again. “Can you say it back?” Historia worryingly asked, hesitant. “Oh my walls,” you giggled rushing over to Historia, “I love you, more than anything tori” you blushed. “I was only messing around my queen, you know I truly care deeply about you,” You kissed her soft lips as she grabbed your waist. “I can’t wait to see you again” Hisu confessed, “stay safe, Princess

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-PLS PULLS OUT A TAZERRR-

- “Excuse me” *zap* “you better say it back”

Hitch put on her red silk dress, admiring herself in the mirror as you walked in, “Heyyy bae” she drug out her sentenced, “what you been up to?” You laid down on her bunk bed, looking at the girl, “nothing what about you love?” You replied, curious, “I’m going out tonight, there’s a party at Ashton’s you should totally come!” Hitch said. You shook your head and sighed, “hitch, how many times do I have to remind you I’m not into that stuff?” The woman let out a grunt, “well come on babe! It’ll be fun! I promise,” You looked her up and down as she grabbed her bag, “You sure you don’t want to come?” Hitch asked, you shook your head. “Alrighty then I’m off y/n,” She gave you a kiss before walking out the door, “I love you sweetie I’ll be back soon,”. “Have fun,” you smiled. There was an awkward silence between you two as she looked at you confused. “I love you?” She repeated, “okay hitchy have a good time,” you smiled. “Uh uh,” she shook her head digging through her purse before pulling out a WHOLE FUCKING TAZER- “you say you love me right now or else I’m smashing your car windows,” she said. “OH MY GOD HITCH ITS A JOKE-“ You said worried for your life. “I LOVE YOU DAMN-“ the woman put away the pink tazer before kissing you on the cheek. “Good! I love you too!”

I didn’t do a yelena one because she’d kill you if you did that LMAOAOAHA

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beccascribbles · 3 years

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totally inspired by ur omegaverse manager going into heat it is literally a masterpiece!! could you maybe do the same prompt but for seijoh in honor of oikawa's ear making an appearance🥺been thirsting for seijoh content lately sos

a/n - writing this a little (sorry, a lot) later so it's in honour of his ear and his 5 seconds of fame. also i'm really pleased you enjoyed it!! i had a great time writing it (first time in a while that i finished a fic in one sitting). hope you enjoy this one :)

Managing Seijoh was an experience, one that you were sure you would look back on with fond memories in the future. However, at the moment, it was borderline undesirable. A group of omegas and betas surrounded you, pressing letters and gifts into your arms.

"Please give this to Oikawa," one of them begged, placing a carefully wrapped parcel on the top.

You forced a smile onto your lips, peering around the stack in your arms to look at the people surrounding you. Voice filled with false kindness, you spoke, "I'll hand deliver these to him straight away. I'm sure Tooru will really appreciate it."

That last sentence was a lie. It had been a while since the gifts Oikawa received hadn't been shared between the team, particularly the food which was likely to feature heavily in the pile. A chorus of thanks followed you down the corridor, and your smile dropped as soon as you turned the corner.

"Dumb fan club," you grumbled, fighting the urge to throw the pile of gifts into the next bin you saw. You couldn't understand why they always came to you, why they begged you to hand him the gifts when he would likely appreciate it more if they were given to him in person. You kicked open the door of the gym, yelling out, "Delivery!"

Heads turned in your direction, volleyballs hitting the floor as everyone stopped practicing and jogged towards you. Iwaizumi removed a majority of the gifts from your hold, going to place them on the bench, and shooting Oikawa a glare, jerking his head in your direction. Begrudgingly, Oikawa took the last few gifts from you and placed them where Iwaizumi had placed the others.

"There any food there?" questioned Kyoutani, picking up a parcel wrapped with a teal ribbon. He sniffed it, nose wrinkling as the scent of an omega filled his nose. Then, he threw it to the side and grunted, "Tell me when you find the food."

"They smell a bit sickly, don't they?" you giggled, giving him a nudge with your elbow. Kyoutani simply nodded, moving away to sit on the floor, back leaning against the wall. You turned to Oikawa, hands resting on your hips. "I expect adequate payment for the hassle this caused me."

"Does my love and affection forever count?" he beamed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tugging you into his side. You simply glared at him, arms crossing over your chest. He chose to ignore your clear displeasure at his reply.

"You think way too highly of yourself, Loserkawa," smirked Iwaizumi, throwing a gift his way. Oikawa caught the item, cringing at the small piece of fabric that dangled from his finger. It was dainty, a delicate lace.

"Clearly that one was just meant for you," snickered Hanamaki as Oikawa held the item upwards, taking it in from a different angle.

"y/n?" he questioned, holding it out to. "Could be a good addition to your wardrobe."

"Fuck off," you snapped, turning away from him to grab a bin bag. You shoved it towards him. "Throw it in here."

As Oikawa disposed of the item, Matsukawa could be heard opening a parcel. He pulled out a DVD from the remains, peering at what was written on the case. He mumbled, "Watch when you're alone?"

"Oi, Oikawa!" he called, drawing his attention. Oikawa skipped over, clearly expecting something good. "I think someone sent you a video of themselves. Send us your reactions, yeah?"

Oikawa snatched the DVD from Matsukawa, throwing it into the bin, his nose wrinkled in disgust. He whined, "Where's the food? Why have they all got so much worse?"

With a sigh, deciding you had tortured Oikawa and delayed practice enough, you clapped your hands together. "Shoo. Get back to practice and I'll sort this shit out. All offending items will be binned. Only food will be kept."

By the time you had sorted through all the items, the bin bag was full, full enough that it required you to take it out. Only a small pile of food had been found, barely enough to share between the team. You supposed you would forgo your portion in favour of ensuring the first years got something. They were always hesitant to dive in, letting the third years take control. Kyoutani was also threatening, growling at any who got too close to the food he had acquired. You stood up, grabbing the bin bag and hefting it over one shoulder.

A sigh escaped from your lips as you pushed the door open. Maybe Oikawa could start requesting food, you contemplated, shifting the bin bag into your other hand. The weight was surprising considering the items you’d had to dispose of. Honestly, a part of you still couldn’t wrap your head around what Oikawa had received. How could they think Oikawa would appreciate that?

You grunted, swinging the bag into the larger bin around the back of the gym. Stepping back, you dusted your hands off, stretching slightly. As you turned to head back to the gym, a sharp, unfamiliar scent filled your nose. It burnt your nostrils, reeked of aggression and anger. The rational part of you told you to leave, to return to the safety of the gym. But the other part of you, the part that told you to help others, kept you rooted in place.

"Hello?" you questioned, inhaling deeply as you attempted to pinpoint their location. Judging by the strength of the scent, they were close to your location, somewhere to the left of you. You stepped in that direction. "Are you okay?"

A growl cut through the air, and you halted, eyes widening as you saw an alpha leant against the wall, hands clenched into fists. He was panting, nails cutting through the skin of his palm. He looked up, catching your eye and pleading with you. "Stay the fuck away from me. Please. Stay away."

It clicked for you then. The sharp scent growing more prominent, the aggression, the desperation with which he pleaded with you. Immediately, you clamped down on your scent, tugging it in as much as you could and ensuring it didn't head in the alpha's direction. You had to question whether bringing more alphas to him would be an aid. Knowing Oikawa, he would feel the alpha going into rut was a threat and would act aggressive in return. Matsukawa and Iwaizumi would likely be no better if they perceived them to be a direct threat to you. Kyoutani was usually aggressive at the best of times. It went against your better judgement to involve any of the first years. They were too young to be exposed to such danger. Actually, it went against your better judgement to involve any of the team. All you should do, you reasoned, was inform the coaches quietly and keep it hidden from the team.

The longer you stood there contemplating, the weaker you could feel yourself growing, a steady heat rising through your body. You cursed under your breath, a quiet fuck, before raising the volume of your voice. "Just stay here, okay? I'll send the coaches out to help you."

Slowly, you backed away, careful to avoid sending your scent towards him. Your scent was slowly growing sweeter, more enticing. It would cause him to lose his control, a situation neither of you wanted to be in. Judging by the tightening of his muscles and the way he launched a fist into the wall, he had caught a whiff of your change in scent.

"Get away," he growled, a low threatening sound. The spike in his scent told a different story, pheromones strengthening in an attempt to weaken you further.

Your throat felt tight, knees weak as you continued to retreat. Even at the door to the gym, his scent was overpowering. A desperate sound escaped your throat, a high-pitched whine as you collapsed against the door. Footsteps, quick and hurried, echoed from inside, the door being yanked open to reveal Oikawa, the rest of the team on his heels. His lips were drawn, teeth bared at the danger that was hidden from sight. A ferocious growl ripped from his throat at the smell of the alpha in rut.

"Coaches," you gasped, pointing in the alpha's direction. "Alpha. Rut. Get him. Safe."

Iwaizumi shot you a concerned look, picking up on your condition and the overwhelming scent of alpha around you. Oikawa's reeked of possessiveness, rising up to fight against that of the other alpha. Kyoutani's scent was pure anger. He was eager for a fight, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Matsukawa's scent was calm, but domineering enough to add to the scents already assaulting your nose. That was without mentioning the bitter smell of panic drifting from all the first years as they watched in fear.

"For fuck sake," he sighed, kneeling down to pick you up, cradling you to his chest. His soothing pine scent flooded your nose as you buried your face in his chest. A helpless sound escaped your lips as your hands curled into his top. Greedily, you drew in a deep breath, craning your neck up to brush your nose against the scent gland in his neck. Iwaizumi drew in a sharp breath, holding you closer. He looked up, making eye contact with Hanamaki and Watari, and jerking his head towards Oikawa and Kyoutani. "Keep them away from that alpha. I'm taking y/n somewhere safe. Yahaba, get the coaches. Kunimi, Kindaichi, head back into the gym and tidy up."

Iwaizumi didn’t remain long enough to see if the commands he had barked at the team had been followed. In his arms, you were slowly growing more feverish, your breathing coming out in heavy pants. All he could focus on was you. Your nose tickled the scent gland in his neck as you nuzzled against it, finding comfort there. It was a sharp contrast to the scents that had surrounded you previously. Iwaizumi had been the only one to not give in completely to his animalistic urges, his eyes immediately falling on you, his nose sensitive to the change in your scent. His first instinct was to take you to the medical room. However, he knew that you would feel safer at home, within the confines of your nest.

It was fortunate this wasn’t a usual heat. Your body had reacted to the overpowering scent of a young alpha’s rut, preparing you for what may have happened had the young alpha not had so much restraint. It was a defence mechanism, one meant to protect you from what could have been a traumatic experience. Therefore, your body would calm down once you were removed from the situation. As he turned towards the gate, you let out a whimper, “Locker room, Haji. Smells good.”

That whimper was all it took for him to change direction once again, heading towards the room. It wouldn’t be comfortable, but it was clear you craved the scents within there. After all, the team was your pack. You felt safe with them. His mind whirled as he tried to think of how to make it more comfortable. Iwaizumi knew Oikawa had some spare tops in his locker which could help form a cushion. He supposed he could place a couple different training jackets on the floor for you to rest on. His own he would use as a blanket.

Carefully, he placed you on the floor, leaning you against the wall and wrapping his jacket around your form. He brushed a kiss to the top of your head. “Just give me a second. The nest will be ready soon.”

“So hot, Haji,” you whined, tugging at the material of your thin t-shirt. Iwaizumi let out a sigh, scanning the locker room for anything that might cool you down. When he turned back around, you had removed your top and were curled up against the wall. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, ducking his head as he finished laying the jackets down on the floor. Before moving you, he placed a hand to your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from you.

"Um, do you need a cold flannel?" he questioned, and you shook your head, reaching out to hold him, burying your face on his chest.

"No, just need you," you mumbled, pausing for a second before continuing. "And Tooru. And Issei. And Kentaro. And..."

"I know," he soothed, running a hand down your back, feeling the warmth of your bare skin against the roughness of his palm. "I know. The team will be here soon."

"Okay, Haji," you sighed, letting him pick up your weak body and lay you down on the nest of clothes he had prepared. You turned your nose into the t-shirts acting as your pillow, inhaling deeply when the scent of Oikawa hit your nose. Your hand reached out, grabbing loosely onto his top, stopping him from moving away from you. The continual tugging of his top hinted to him what you wanted. He lay down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you back against his chest. As you felt yourself relax, felt your body steadily returning to normal, the door was thrown open.

Oikawa stormed in, coming to a halt when he saw you and Iwaizumi curled up on the floor together. He needed no prompting, joining you on the floor and draping an arm over you and Iwaizumi. Oikawa pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, letting out a pleased purr at the smile that tugged at your lips.

"Sorry about earlier," he mumbled, nuzzling his head into your neck. "Shouldn't have lost control. Should've been there for you."

"I had it handled, Shittykawa," grunted Iwaizumi. "Some of us can keep our alpha in check."

"You're so mean to me, Iwa-chan," whined Oikawa.

"He's not wrong, Tooru," you mumbled, though the kiss placed to his forehead showed there was no ill-will behind your agreement. You understood how hard it was to control your instincts, having fallen afoul to them yourself.

He stayed silent, letting his scent weave through the air around you, twining with Iwaizumi's. Just as you were settling in again, the door was thrown open, revealing the rest of the team. Matsukawa and Hanamaki collapsed onto the floor at you feet, the first and second years surrounding you. Kyoutani laid out behind Iwaizumi, partaking purely to help you and make you happy. Kunimi and Kindaichi curled up on the floor beside Matsukawa, while Watari and Yahaba laid down beside Oikawa. You let out a content sigh, breathing in the various scents.

Matsukawa traced patterns on your ankle with his fingertips, shooting you a lazy grin. "Feel better?"

"Much better," you said, another pleased sound escaping your lips. "Thank you."

"No need," said Kyoutani gruffly, rolling onto his side and propping up on one elbow so he could see your form.

"What are you accepting the apology for?" piped Yahaba, shooting a teasing smirk in Kyoutani's direction. "You did fuck all except getting angry."

"Shut up," growled Kyoutani, though he made no move to throw himself at Yahaba, mindful of you.

You felt a smile appear on your face at their interaction, the familiar sound of their arguing reminding you everything was normal and that you were safe.

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ignitedbynatsu · 3 years

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He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Laxus

A/N: Erik/Cobra will be up next! I’ll probably post it next Tuesday or something like that. Anyway let me know who you want me to do next! I was thinking Natsu or Rogue 🤔 (future me: well that was a big lie 😶)

warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel weak), cursing

genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Erik/Cobra ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel ~ Natsu ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Sting ~ Rogue

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It was supposed to be an easy mission. Go in by morning, get back by noon. For some reason you couldn’t get yourself to focus, often leaving blind spots, but luckily Laxus was always in time to protect you from harm.

You didn’t like relying on others, especially Laxus. It only made your overthinking worse. After all, why would he be with someone that’s not even S-class? You’ve heard the whispers in the guild and Magnolia. Mira-Jane and Laxus would’ve been a much better couple than you two. Even Erza would’ve been a better match, but he still chooses you. Was it out of pity? Did he think you’d get better eventually? Was it a joke? After all, you hadn’t been dating for that long. He could easily change his mind if he saw how weak you actually were.

As your thoughts kept going down the negative spiral, you once again left your right side completely open. Only this time Laxus wasn’t in time to protect you, resulting in a nasty cut that ran across your ribcage.

Laxus finally decided he had enough as he saw his significant other clutches her side, blood soaking through the fabric of your shirt. He electrocuted everyone around, making sure not to hit you.

“I’m sorry-“ You wanted to apologize but quickly cowered at his stone-cold glare

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, (Y/N)? How many times am I gonna have to save you today? Get your head out of your ass and start taking this serious, or I’m going home.” He growled “I don’t need this job. If anything it’s an embarrassment that I still go on such low-class jobs. This wouldn’t have happend if I went with Freed”

The vile words that came out of Laxus mouth, confirmed your already overwhelming fears. You were too weak. You were nothing but a burden to him. The difference in power between you two was enormous. While this job seemed like a walk in the park for him, you still would’ve struggled even if you didn’t have an off day. You wouldn’t have gotten hurt that’s for sure, but you still would’ve been drained afterwards.

“I’ll be better,” You said quietly as you bit through the pain. You recollected yourself and fought off the remaining bad guys, making sure that you were covered on all sides.

All throughout the fight, the pain in your side got worse. It felt like someone was stabbing you repeatedly, but you bit your tongue and decided to ignore it. You didn’t want to look even weaker in front of your boyfriend. After all, it was just a light graze, right?

“How’s your wound?” Laxus asked once you left the job requester’s house with your payment. “It’s fine don’t worry about it”

“Really? Let me take a look” He pressed, but you pushed his reaching hands away “I’m serious, Laxus, it’s just a small cut nothing to be worried about”

That was a massive lie. The cut burned with every step you took. The both of you didn’t even notice that there was still some blood spilling out of it due to your shirt being incredibly dirty from the mud and blood mixed together.

Once back at the guild, Laxus went straight up to Freed, Bixlow and Evergreen, while you went and sat at the table Lucy, Wendy and Carle were seated at.

“How did the job go?” Wendy asked as she sipped on whatever drink she had ordered from Mira-Jane.

“Some cuts and bruises, but the payment was worth it” You joked. The two girls and Exeed laughed at that before talking about something else.

You zoomed out as your wound was taking up all of your attention. It felt as if your heart was beating right where the cut was. With every heartbeat, you had to do your best to suppress a wince.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? You look a bit pale” Carle suddenly asked, snapping you out of your thoughts

“Yeah… I’m going to the toilet” You didn’t make it far, because the moment you stood up you collapsed to the ground, fainting from the amount of blood you had lost.

“(Y/N)?” Laxus called out, panicked, as he saw your familiar figure hit the ground with a thud. He quickly shot out of his seat and was in mere seconds crouched next to your body, picking your head up carefully.

“Everyone, step back!” Makarov ordered as Wendy knelt next to you as well. She lifted your shirt and gasped at the deep cut.

“How did you not know about this?” Wendy asked the older mage as Mira-Jane quickly ran off to get a wet towel to clean out your wound and some bandages.

“I know she got hit, but when I asked her about it, she told me it wasn’t anything serious” Wendy was already performing a healing spell on you while Mira-Jane rejoined to clean out the wound. “She lost a lot of blood, so she’ll need some rest, other than that, I think I healed her”

“I’ll take her home. Thank you, Wendy” Laxus picked you up carefully before saying goodbye to the others and reassuring them he’d look after you.

As he walked the short walk home, he couldn’t help but wonder why you lied to him. Did you not trust him?

He had laid you down in bed and decided to prepare the both of you some food while you were still out cold. This is the reason why you woke up to the smell of something burning. “Laxus?” You croaked as you recognized the all too familiar room you woke up in.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed” He quickly rushed you back. It was a rare sight to see Laxus worry about someone this much, but it was a sight you often got to see when you two were alone.

“What happened?” You asked as you peaked over his shoulders at the steam coming out of your kitchen.

“I wanted to make us some food since you were still out cold, but as you can see, it didn’t really go as planned.” He replied as he scratched the back of his neck with the ever slightest tone of pink visible on his cheeks.

“It was very thoughtful of you, thank you,” You said as you got back in bed with you back rested against the headboard.

Laxus sat down as well, but at the end of the bed, putting some distance between the two of you, signalling that something was up. He made it even more clear when he let out a heavy sigh “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t think it was that big of a deal-“ “that’s bullshit, (Y/N), and you know it” He cut you off before you could finish your excuse. A heavy silence was placed upon the two of you. You were contemplating whether you should let him in on your thoughts or not.

“Do you not trust me?” He asked softly, you had never heard the feared Laxus this vulnerable, it made you feel guilty for making him feel that way.

“No! No, of course not. I trust you with all my heart, it’s just…” You trailed off, at a lost for words once again. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him. Furthermore, you wanted to prove that you were just fine, but you couldn’t think of a believable lie.

“(Y/N), please, tell me what’s on your mind. Was it something I said?” He pressed on.

“What is it that you see in me, Laxus?” You asked softly. “Where is this coming from?”

You sighed, making sure you were 100% okay with letting him in on your insecurities before continuing “You can’t tell me you haven’t heard the whispers on the street about you and Mira. You two would be a much better match. I’m just some weak mage that’s only holding you back. I’ll never reach your level. Not only that, but I don’t even get why you still want to go out with me on these kind of jobs ‘cause it’s as you said, it’s an embarrassment for you to still do these. The fact that I still see them as hard only proofs how I’ll never be good enough to be an S-class wizard like Mira or Erza. I’ll never live up to the standard of being the girlfriend of the powerful Laxus. I’m just… Not good enough I guess”

He listened carefully that every word that left your mouth and realization struck him as you recalled his words. He had made you doubt yourself. “Is that really what you think I care about?”

You looked up at him and softly nodded your head while biting down your lip. Afraid of him starting to laugh at you for your insecurities. “Listen, (Y/N), I wouldn’t give two flying shits about you being strong or not. Hell, I wouldn’t even care if you had magic or not. I fell in love with you for who you are. You are the smartest, most creative, breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Don’t even get me started on that smile. I am deeply sorry for playing into your securities. I was frustrated with myself for not protecting you from that bad guy in time. Please, don’t ever feel like you can’t tell me something because you’re afraid that you’ll come across as weak. I care much more for your health than your pride”

“You love me?” You asked as you looked at him with puppy eyes.

“That’s all you took from that?” He chuckled softly, making you give him a sheepish smile “But, yes, I love you. I know we’ve only been dating for a couple of months and I don’t expect you to say it back, so-“

“I love you too, Laxus. Sorry for making you think I couldn’t trust you.” You said as you inched closer to give him a sweet kiss “So, how about some take out?”

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quaranmine · 3 years

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The Babysitting Game

They say it takes a village to raise a child. Well, Grian doesn't have a child but he does have an egg and a village. That’s basically the same thing, right?

Grian acquires an egg. His friends help him.

No romantic relationships or content warnings. Mainly fluff! Hermits: Grian, Mumbo, Pearl, and Scar. My first publish fanfic since 2016 and my first hermitcraft fanfic :D ao3 link and some inspirations to be linked in a reblog

Words: 2862

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"What if I touched it really quick?" Scar asked.

"No, don’t-don’t touch the egg," Grian said seriously. "Look, I even made a sign! It specifically says ‘Do not touch.’" He gestured to the sign in question, but Scar ignored him.

"Can I rub it?" he said. The man leaned over it, studying the object carefully. Grian hadn’t known where to place the egg when he got it, and it was just sitting on an anvil for the time being. He didn’t even have a starter house yet, but clearly he was going to need something soon if he was going to protect the egg from some of the more . . . mischievous residents of their Boatem village.

“No, don’t touch the egg! Scar-” Grian walked closer, hands outstretched, just in time to see Scar reach out with his hand and pat the egg.

Vworp!

The egg disappeared into thin air.

Dragon eggs had a tendency to do that. It was a survival tactic--Grian didn't really know how it worked, but just as endermen could teleport away from danger, so could the egg if it were touched. Now whether or not Scar was dangerous remained up for debate…

Scar giggled. "Oh, where did you go?" he sang, hunting around the area.

Well, he COULD be pretty scary sometimes.

"Scarrrr," Grian whined, helping him look. "I told you not to touch it!"

"It's over here!" Scar shouted, finding the egg at the bottom of a small slope nearby. "Just one more time…." He reached out again.

"No!" Grian said, slapping his hand away. "Look, you've got to pick it up the right way." He demonstrated, carefully lifting the egg and placing it in a pouch slung over his back. He had hurriedly stitched it together not too long ago, worried that transporting the egg normally might break it. “If you do it roughly, you’ll scare it and it’ll teleport away again.”

"I see!" said Scar.

"Now, please, don't touch the egg.”

"Oh," Scar said. He straightened. "You're really serious about this."

Grian glared. "I am."

"I'm sorry, I just thought it was funny!"

Grian sighed. "It's okay, Scar. It's just--this thing is a baby, it needs to be handled gently! You can't just go around scaring it! What if it falls into a hole or something?" he hissed.

"Oh my god," Scar laughed, "you're its mother now!"

"No, no, I'm not!"

"You are!" Scar cried. He suddenly stopped. "Oh no, didn't you kill its mother?"

"Well it doesn't know that!" Grian snapped. "Truthfully I didn't realize there would be an egg! And I couldn't just leave it, you know! Here, look at this." Grian gently withdrew the egg from its pack, and Scar moved closer. He held it up to the sun. "Look at that."

The sun shined dark red through the deep purple shell of the egg, making it glow within. In the middle, the silhouette of a curled up creature was illuminated. Blood vessels radiated outward, and at the bottom there was a blank space that Grian assumed was air. The egg’s shell was too thick for any detail to be made out, but the processes happening within were clear. Grian was enchanted with it.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

"Wow," Scar breathed. "There's actually a dragon in there! What're you gonna do with it after it hatches?"

"Well, I haven't exactly thought that far--I just want to worry about keeping it safe first. I mean, what do you even do with this thing?" Grian put the egg back in its satchel, and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I suppose you keep it warm and safe but, like, I don't know what else-"

"I could help!" Scar said.

"You were just playing with it!"

"Hey," Scar said defensively, "that was before I knew more about it!"

Grian rolled his eyes.

“What are you guys doing over here?” said Mumbo, wandering over. Grian just knew he’d been up to something, and sure enough, there was a new tree next to his little collection of chests. Grian wasn’t very bothered by it, because he already had a plan to get Mumbo back for it.

“Grian is just showing me his new baby!” Scar teased. “He’s a mom now.”

“I am NOT its mother,” replied Grian tiredly, but he smiled at the sight of the other man.

“A baby?” Mumbo asked, choosing to ignore the rest of Scar’s statement.

“A dragon egg,” Grian answered. “I found it in the End.” He paused for a moment, feeling almost bad. “After I killed the dragon.”

“Grian! You’ve orphaned it!” Mumbo sounded scandalized.

“Why do you all keep bringing that up!?” he defended, glancing between Mumbo and Scar, who both gave him disapproving, albeit playful, looks. “I know you’re Mr. Peace, Love and Plants this time, but we’ve always killed the dragon in every new world!”

“Well, I guess that’s true, but it is a little sad isn’t it? You’re taking care of it but only because you killed its mum.”

“Yeah,” was all Grian said. The dragon always needed to be taken care of in each new world they visited, and while it was always a bit of a shame, he’d never really contemplated it that much. After all, he normally wasn’t the one who fought it--that last time in Evo aside. He didn’t really know what he had gotten into but he felt deeply like he needed to protect this egg. It was like a tug in his chest, drawing him into the egg and telling him not to let go.

“Show him the egg!” Scar said.

“You just want to see it again,” Grian replied, but pulled the egg out of the satchel again anyway for Mumbo to see. The surface of the egg wasn’t smooth, like a chicken’s egg, but bumpy. The purple spots almost seemed to glow, and occasionally little violet particles drifted off of it. Grian felt like he could stare at it in awe all day, and apparently his friends felt the same.

“How’re you going to keep it warm?” asked Mumbo after a moment of admiring it. “That satchel isn’t going to be enough, and to be frank, I don’t see you spending any time sitting on it, even if the mental image is pretty funny.”

Grian rolled his eyes at the comment, but thought about it. How would he incubate it? He may have had wings, but he didn’t know anything about eggs, other than that it was a safe bet to assume it needed to be kept warm. “I'm not sure, actually.”

“Hey, let me design something for you!” Mumbo said excitedly. “I could probably use some redstone and make an incubator of some sort for you.”

Grian smiled. “I’d really appreciate that.”

Asking Mumbo to create a contraption for him--what could go wrong?

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“I’m not wearing this thing, you know.” Grian said, holding the contraption while Mumbo wheezed with laughter in the background. The design that Mumbo had come up with was essentially a backpack with heating elements strung through it, except for one thing . . .

“You-you wear it in the front,” Mumbo choked out, wiping a tear from his eyes.

“Yes, I see that,” Grian replied, unamused.

“Like a swaddle!”

“Yes, I see that.”

Mumbo laughed harder. Grian had to begrudgingly admit that it was well designed, however. It would fit the egg perfectly, keep it warm, and most important it was mobile to ensure that he could take the egg with him. It was thoughtful, especially since Mumbo knew Grian was quite protective of it.

“I’m not wearing this thing,” Grian repeated. “I’m not going to let you all laugh at me while I walk around the server with an egg swaddled to me!”

“I thought you’d say that,” Mumbo chuckled. “Here, you can switch the straps around and turn it into a backpack.” He unclipped the straps and moved them into the new configuration.

“Thank you, Mumbo,” he said gratefully. “This will certainly do the trick.”

“Glad to hear it mate,” Mumbo replied. “Now, while you’re here, may I ask why there is an incredibly tall tree on top of my camper?”

“Sorry, got to go!” blurted Grian, snatching the backpack from Mumbo’s arms and flying off in a burst of feathers.

“That’s unfair, I don’t even have an elytra yet to go chase him down with,” muttered the man as he watched Grian disappear.

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Grian sat in the grass in front of his starter home and rubbed his eyes wearily. He was exhausted. Is this how all parents feel? he wondered. Was he just uniquely unqualified to be one? After all, this was only an egg! It hadn’t even hatched yet and he was already tired of keeping up with it.

Carrying it in the backpack was heavy, and Grian tired out quickly. It was hot on his back, and Grian found himself having to take breaks to avoid overheating. It was also cumbersome, and he found it difficult to build with as it shifted his weight. He almost fell off the roof once while building it! Of course, having wings meant that Grian could catch himself easily, but it had still given him quite the scare. Dragon eggs were pretty sturdy, and would teleport themselves out of danger if possible, but he was still so paranoid about breaking it. And now there was the Boatem Hole to worry about--what if it teleported itself into the void? These things kept Grian awake at night.

But if he left it...well, just like Grian had a tendency to lose items in his chest monsters, he also had a tendency to forget where he placed things. He had been forced to go back and rescue the egg from some place he’d left it more than once, which he wasn’t exactly proud of. What sort of parent forgot their child?

. . . He was definitely not admitting to being its parent.

Oh God, what did I get myself into?

“Hey Grian, what’re you up to?” came a voice, interrupting his thoughts. He looked up and saw Pearl standing over him. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and her hands were in her hoodie pockets. She took a seat on the ground next to him, and followed his gaze overlooking the Boatem village. “What’s on your mind?”

“This--this egg,” said Grian. It sat next to him in its backpack, still radiating heat. “I don’t know what to do with it. I’m just so tired of carrying it around!”

“I have to admit,” Pearl said, “I didn’t expect you to immediately adopt a baby dragon the very next time I saw you.”

“Yeah, well, it was an accident.” Grian groaned. “I don’t know what to do with it now, let alone when it hatches!”

Pearl thought for a moment. “You know, the rest of us are all here for you. The other hermits would be happy to help out, I’m sure.”

The other hermits . . . well of course they would. If it was one thing they were all good at, it was supporting each other. Scar had already taken a particular interest in the egg, although Grian was still a little suspicious of him scaring it again. Mumbo had specially designed an incubator for it. Pearl was visiting him to check up on him and offer help.

All Grian had to do was convince himself to let it go. To let them help.

“I know that but . . .”

“But what? Have you had any reason to believe they wouldn’t?” Pearl asked.

“Well, no.” He thought for a while. He thought of how his friends would lend materials when needed, or how they’d help replace someone’s armor and items if they were lost. He thought about the days where they all teamed up and chose one hermit to help out, and he thought about all the things they did for the good of the entire community without even being asked.

His desire to protect the egg was strong, and putting it into the hands of another person almost felt like simultaneously a betrayal of the egg itself and the biggest leap of faith he could take. But the hermits were good at leaps of faith, because someone was always there to catch you.

“You think it’d be okay?”

“I know it’ll be okay,” Pearl replied. “I haven’t been here very long but from what I’ve seen, I know they’d all help. They wouldn’t hurt it. They might be a little mischievous sometimes,” she said, glancing at Scar’s house, “but they know how important it is and would be happy to help. They helped you before, didn’t they?”

Pearl was right, of course. Nobody on the server had any desire to hurt the egg. He trusted that. If there was anyone that he could trust, it was them.

But how would he get them all to essentially sign up for babysitting?

An idea struck him, and Grian scrambled to his feet. “Pearl, you’re brilliant. Thank you!”

She blinked, a little startled. “Always happy to help.”

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Grian stood back, admiring his work. A near perfect duplicate of the egg that was currently sitting in the backpack slung around his shoulder, but at a much larger scale. It was built out of obsidian blocks and crying obsidian for the spots, and if Grian was pretty proud of how it looked.

If Grian knew anything, it was that his friends loved minigames. And Grian was not above gently exploiting that fact to get a little help--just like barge game from the last world, where he managed to get his friends to help mine out the stone from next to his mansion. Just slap the title of “game” on something and you could get a hermit to sign up for anything.

“Now . . . I just have to write the signs on the inside.”

The game Grian had come up with was officially called Tegg--he needed to stay on brand with his tag games in every world--but he’d mentally been calling it “The Babysitting Game” for a while now. Because that’s what it really was--each hermit who signed up would also sign up to watch the egg and keep it safe. He set to work outlining the rules.

RULE ONE: Protect the egg and keep it safe.

RULE TWO: Keep the egg incubated or it’ll die.

RULE THREE: Keep a close eye on the egg.

RULE FOUR: Call Grian if it starts to hatch.

Satisfied, he wrote out the rest of the instructions. Because it was a game, he wanted to make it fun for the hermits too, so he’d decided to make it like a scavenger hunt. People were allowed to take the egg, provided they adhered to the rules, and were encouraged to hide it and keep it safe. Otherwise, someone else who wanted to have it could get it. The safer the egg was, the less likely for someone else to find it. The winner was whoever had the egg the longest when it finally hatched. Grian didn’t know how long that would take, but he didn’t want to miss it either, hence rule four.

Yep, totally outsourcing his babysitting onto his friends.

Grian squinted at his wall of signs, before placing one final sign at the bottom: Grian will track the game and has final say on points and rules!

“That should do it,” he mumbled. He still wanted to keep an eye on the egg, to make sure that he knew who had it and how many people’s hands it had gone through. After all, he was the one ultimately responsible for it.

Grian pulled the egg out of the backpack and carefully placed it on the ground. He’d somehow made a habit of just speaking to it every now and then--he had no idea if the little dragon could hear anything in there, but he liked to think that it could. “Hey there,” he whispered, and stroked the top of the egg. “Some new people are going to start taking you pretty soon, but it’s okay. They’re going to give me some help and make sure you’re safe.”

He paused, taking in the little room he’d made and the wall of signs he’d written with meticulous instructions for the egg’s care. It may have been the first thing he’d built for this egg, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be his last. A baby dragon was a commitment and for the first time Grian really let himself think about what that meant, beyond just an egg that he had to carry around. Would he house it? Train it? Let it stay by his side? Would he love it?

I think I already do, he thought.

He thought of the hermits--their mischievousness, their pranks, their hard work, their friendship, and their goodness at heart. They were his family, now. What was one more addition?

“It’s okay,” he whispered to the egg. “I trust them all with my life, but more importantly, I trust them with yours.”

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #grian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft fanfic #quara fanfic

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foli-vora · 3 years

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more than words, pt.2

A/N: Really wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction to pt.1 so thank you all so much for your likes, reblogs, kind words and support! I had a few requests to make a taglist so I’ve done it at the bottom - let me know if you’d like to be added! (and I hope I haven’t forgotten anyone) so - on with the show!

Summary: The one person who you thought would be happy for you finally getting with someone decent was your best friend. After all, he had set you both up. Who would’ve thought he’d be the reason it all falls apart?

Pairing: best friend!Benny Miller/f!reader, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/f!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: swearing

pt.1 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / pt.6

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You startle when your phone vibrates on the coffee table, the sudden and abrupt noise of it quick to drag your attention away from the true crime documentary playing across your TV screen. You eye it from your spot on the couch, so far, yet only a mere reach away if you could be bothered to stretch the distance. Your eyes fall back to the TV, happy to just ignore it and address it when you eventually have to move from the cocoon of blankets and pillows you’ve surrounded yourself with, but when the reminder alert sounds two minutes after receiving it, a small voice in the back of your head pipes up, saying it could be something important and you sigh tiredly.

The effort to move pulls a low groan from you and you stretch out, snatching the device from the table and back into the warmth before you could tumble onto the floor and really have something to grumble about.

Hey Benny’s mystery girl, how’s your night going?

The text sends flutters through your stomach, your hands immediately clamming up with a brief wave of nerves. This was the guy that Benny was setting you up with – an apparent very close friend and someone who clearly meant a lot to him. Why did you feel so much pressure to make a good impression?

Blankets, cushions and crime show now forgotten, you straighten up and let your fingers hover over the keypad in contemplation.

Do you play it cool? Act like you have a brimming social life, full of fun and endless options, and are not currently sat at home on a Friday night in your pyjamas watching Netflix, eating an excessive amount of snacks? No. No, you shouldn’t put a false image out there. Honesty is the best policy.

Hey yourself mystery fish. It’s a nice and relaxed night on my end, how about yours?

You leave it at that, briefly wondering if you should quickly chuck your phone on airplane mode, delete the message before it could go through and start again.

Did it sound boring? Is that the kind of image you were throwing out there? Maybe you should’ve acted like you were at least doing something productive. But then… what if Benny was there to call you out on your bullshit, knowing you literally have nothing better to do? He’d gladly do it, too.

You roll your eyes at yourself, wondering why you even cared what this mystery man thought about you and your weekend rituals when you had literally never even met. You were who you were, and that was that. If he didn’t like it, then he could take his handsome face and pretty brown eyes elsewhere.

I’m jealous. Stuck out with the guys and all I can think about is sleeping.

Scratch that. Maybe he was a man after your own heart, after all. A picture of a tray of tequila shots and lemons wedges comes through, another text quickly following which had you giggling quietly to yourself –

I’m too old for this shit.

You grin at your screen, opening your camera and snapping a quick picture of your blanket covered legs, snack covered coffee table and bright TV screen before sending it with a little smirking emoji. You’re not disappointed when he replies almost immediately.

Now I’m really jealous – are those Doritos?

Nacho cheese!

The one and only acceptable flavour. Is that Forensic Files? I binged the shit out of that the other day!

OMG it’s so good!

Surprisingly, your eyes didn’t feel as heavy as you thought they would when your alarm drags you from sleep the next morning. You could even say you were looking forward to waking up, which was not how your Saturday mornings usually played out.

Immediately you reach over for your phone and unlock it, smiling like an idiot at the Home safe :) text waiting for you. You chew your lip as you scroll through the many bubbles of conversation, stomach twisting in delight as you re-read through the topics you managed to bounce through in the few hours of texting before you had to call it quits at 2:14am and send a final – Goodnight Frankie x

You had paced your apartment after that, ringing your hands together anxiously and eyeing the clock as the seconds ticked past, scowling at your reflection in the mirror as you took your worries out on your teeth, scrubbing them much harder than necessary. Was a kiss too much? Is it too early for that kind of thing? You had only literally just started talking. Should you quickly text and say it was an accident? It’s not like you can say you sent it to the wrong person – the message had his fucking name in it.

The sound you made when you got a – Sweet dreams mystery girl x – in return wasn’t even remotely human and the words swirled around your head long after you fell asleep.

The reservations you had originally developed on being set up, yet again, quickly dissipated the longer you and Frankie exchanged messages. There had been no awkward block of nothing between texts, no dragging up mediocre subjects to keep the conversation rolling… it had just flowed so effortlessly, so naturally – something which had never happened before with Benny’s previous candidates. The only other candidate that you had managed to have a comfortable conversation with was Will, and that was only after you had both agreed that there was no attraction between the two of you.

Over text, Frankie seemed funny – quick witted and sarcastic – and often had you snorting into your drink over a comment or joke made at his own or his friends’ expenses. No, you weren’t even remotely hesitant about this anymore. If anything, your evening of conversation just made you that much more eager to meet him.

It’s much later in the day when you finally message him, having kept the temptation to message him at bay while you tidied up, keeping it short and sweet with a, How’s the head? You chew your lip, eyes flicking over the message with thoughtful eyes before quickly tagging a little kiss on the end and pressing send. Not even two minutes later, your phone goes off on the coffee table and the clammy hands return tenfold when you read over the message a good fifteen times.

Can I call?

Shit. Shit. He wants to call? And like… talk? With voices? What if you stutter? Choke? Oh god, your throat’s dry. It’s dry – how can you talk with a dry throat? You can’t. Fuck. Fuck. Drink – you need a drink –

You quickly run to the kitchen, filling a glass of water and swallowing it down as quickly as you could, not at all caring that it half spills down your chin and onto your jumper. You gasp for air when you finish, slamming the glass down and catching the drips of water from your chin with the back of your hand. You slide across your floor as you run back out to your couch and grab your phone, typing a quick reply.

Yeah sure.

Too casual. Was that too casual? Should you have added a kiss? Shit – it’s already sent. It’s fine. It’s fine. He asked a short question, and he got a short answer. It makes sense. It’s fine. You yelp when your phone starts to vibrate in your hand, his contact name flashing across the screen.

Oh God.

He’s calling. He’s somewhere out there, phone to his ear, waiting for you to answer and you’re what – standing in your lounge and looking at your phone, watching it ring, like an idiot? What are you doing?

You inhale deeply, clearing your throat a little before swiping the green icon.

“Hi,”

Oh God, what was that? What was that tone?

“Hey. Sorry – looking at my phone screen and trying to reply was making my eyes feel like they’re exploding.”

His voice is deep, hoarse from his night of drinking, and overwhelmingly pleasant to listen to. It brings a flush of warmth across your cheeks, an electric tingle across your skin.

You laugh softly, “It’s alright. Tequila wasn’t a good idea, then?”

He grunts quietly and your stomach tightens, throat suddenly dry again at the suggestive sound.

“It never is.” He groans, melting into a long yawn and you start to feel a little guilty. Did your text wake him up?

“I’m sorry, I should let you sleep –”

“No! No, it’s fine. I uh – I really want to talk to you… if you’re not busy.” He adds onto the end, almost nervously.

“I’m not busy,” you reassure quietly, smiling shyly down at your lap. “I’m all yours.”

He chuckles lowly, and the sound settles deep in your belly, “Good.”

You don’t understand how conversation could just be so... easy with someone you’ve never met. For a brief moment, you worry you might be talking too much, maybe boring him, but when he keeps asking questions, encourages you to continue, you think that maybe he doesn’t mind, maybe he actually is just interested in what you’re saying.

When dinner comes around, you’re in a fit of giggles as you prepare your food, listening to pots and pans bang and clash on the other end as Frankie prepares his own meal. You cook together, eat together, and then settle in front of Netflix together, debating back and forth on what to watch. The evening melts into night, one movie turns into two, and eventually conversation dies down.

Sometime in the night, you roll over, briefly waking to fix and fluff the pillow under your head when a sound makes you pause. Your head jerks up and you look around, finding yourself sprawled across the couch, and a blanket twisted around your legs.

Glancing over to your phone to check the time, you touch the screen and blink in surprise when you see your phone call is still connected with Frankie, who’s quiet on the other end. You move to press the red button but freeze when a soft snore sounds from the device, and a warm flood of affection grows in your heart and spreads throughout your chest.

He’s asleep.

You listen a moment longer, smiling tenderly when more quiet snores reach your ears. Instead of hanging up, you bring the phone closer, tucking it just beside your pillow before laying your head back down and closing your eyes, letting the quiet breathing soothe you back to sleep.

If the strong butterflies turning your stomach were anything to go by, you were in serious trouble.

Tags: @anu-simps @seasonschange-butpeopledont @withasideofmeg @you-got-me-starry-eyed @emilykjh @peterhollandkait @sara-alonso @starlightsearches @bookishofalder @empress-palpat1ne @shadowolf993 @rosiefridayrogersunday @canyonmirrors @eoz-stuff @blackonemasie @layniapetrovnaaa

#frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #francisco morales x f!reader #frankie morales #francisco morales #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #no benny in this chap #but he's coming

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader / The Parent Trap - Final

Summary: When the identical twins Billy and Tommy Maximoff are sent to the same summer camp, they hatch a plan to get their mothers back together by switching places. Or, The Parent Trap AU.

Read on AO3 - Complete

Warnings: Fluff and a bit of language.

Notes: Tumblr won't let me answer anyone's comments, but don't think I didn't read yours in the first part post!!! Thanks for all the replies. Happy reading. Also, gif is not mine, and is absolutely perfect.

PART I

Wanda was not going to the camp.

Billy and Tommy were not the least bit happy about the news, but she insisted that it was best that they get used to Tabitha's presence in the family. You ignored the part of yourself that wanted to beg Wanda to go, and acted like a grown woman and more importantly, a committed one.

Wanda waved to you from the porch of your house while Nat gave you a wry smile and a look that said "we'll be talking about you the whole time" as you drove off.

At least the drive up to the mountains was quiet, you sang songs on the radio with the boys while Tabitha filled herself with repellent while she complained about the weather.

It was good to be in nature. You and Billy had made it a late summer ritual to spend time camping for a weekend and it was always great fun.

You were optimistic that it would be even more special now that Tommy was present.

- Hurry up, please. We have to arrive before sunset. - You told the three who were following you down the rocky path with difficulty.

- I need to drink some water and breathe, okay? I'll catch up with you. - says Tabitha, looking tired. She sits down on a rock next. You want to reach the place where you're staying before it gets dark, so you just nod in agreement and keep walking.

You have just walked a short distance when you hear your fiancée's scream. You run back the way you came and find her waving her hands in the air as if she had seen something.

- Tabi, what happened? - you ask worriedly.

- A monster attacked me! - she exclaimed with a mixture of disgust and fear, pointing at something on the ground. You looked in the direction and found only a frightened lizard, lying against one of the rocks, and let out a chuckle. Tabi then turned to the boys next to you with an angry expression. - These little brats have something to do with this!

- Come on, Tabitha. Stop it. - You scold her. - We have to go, okay? Hurry up.

You think harmony has improved when you're all sitting around the campfire.

- Those damn mosquitoes seem to like this stuff! - grumbled Tabitha angrily at your side. You frowned curiously.

- Let me see what you're using. - You took the transparent container, and twirled it around in your fingers. Then you sprinkled some on your own hand and smelled it. And then you giggled. - You'll attract all the bugs in the world with this. It's sugar water.

Tabitha let out a disgruntled sigh as she threw the package on the floor.

- Aren't you going to eat dinner? - you ask, noting that she was the only one who didn't help herself to the trout.

She lets out a wry chuckle.

- No, thanks. - She says. - I don't eat that stuff. I'll wait for breakfast. What are we having?

- Trout. - Your children answer in unison in a wry tone. You find it funny but prefer not to laugh.

- Great. - Tabitha rebuts impatiently. And then she gets up and says she's going to bed. You are trying to keep the little bit of trout left from burning, and are slightly startled when you feel Tabitha's hands on your neck. She gives you an open-mouth kiss, and you feel really uncomfortable. You don't notice the look of defiance she throws at your children. - Good night, honey.

- Good night. - You mumble with confusion at such a sudden display of affection.

You end up going to bed very late after Tabitha leaves. Much because your children are extremely more talkative and comfortable when she is not present. And then you spend hours listening to history of the camp and of Tommy, whom you knew so little about but loved so deeply. Maybe you ask too much about Wanda, but Tommy doesn't mind telling.

You send them to their tents as Billy begins to doze off against his brother. You can't help but think about how much you will miss the other half of your family when they return to London.

You awake in fright to the sound of a distant scream. You stumble between the blankets to open the tent, and when you pop your head out, you frown at the image of an angry, and completely drenched Tabitha walking toward where you were coming out of the lake.

You hurry out of the tent.

- Tabi, what happened? - You ask but take a step back when she continues to advance aggressively towards you.

- Here's the deal girl. - she says angrily as she catches up to you. - The day we get married, I'm going to send these brats to the first Swiss boarding school I can find! You choose now, me or them!

- Them. - you say without hesitation, a smile escaping your lips.

- I beg your pardon? - Tabitha asks incredulously.

- Them. - You repeat, then spell it out. - T-H-E-M. Got it?

Tabitha starts flailing in front of you with high-pitched screams and pushes you away. You roll your eyes impatiently and turn back to your tent to pack up.

Tommy and Billy are laughing in their tent but you don't scold them.

You park the car in the doorway while you help the kids down with their bags. Wanda gets out on the porch and walks quickly over to you.

- You are back early. And where is Tabitha? - she asks, frowning. You let out a humorless chuckle.

- We had a little disagreement. - you say as you put one of the larger backpacks on the floor. And then you reached into your shirt pocket and pulled out a ring. - She threw this in my face.

- Damn, I'm sorry. - Wanda said, but she didn't really seem upset.

- Oh, no. It's okay. - You said. - I think she finally showed me who she really was. Nature does that to people. - You remark with a light humor in your voice, and then hand the boys their backpacks. - How long are you two boys grounded anyway?

- Until college. - They respond grumpily as they walk back to the house.

You lean against the car with your arms crossed.

- Are you really all right? - Wanda asks.

- Yes, Wands. - You assure her. - Tabitha really thought she could send my children away from me.

- What?

You laughed humorlessly, and told Wanda about the outburst the other woman had had. The redhead seemed really angry, but you told her not to worry about it, the marriage was undone now, and Tabitha would not be coming back into your lives.

- I think I'd like a drink. - You remark. - But I'm going to take a shower first. Will you join me? - Wanda's cheeks flushed and she raised her eyebrow. You felt your own face heat up and quickly clarified. - I meant the drinks. Later.

- Of course. - She says simply, looking down at the floor. You hurry inside without knowing much of anything to say.

You eventually discover that Natasha is not home when you finish dressing and go downstairs to the kitchen. Wanda is sitting on one of the stools on the counter, reading the newspaper, and lets you know that Nat and Pietro have gone on a tour that she was sure consisted of Natasha showing Pietro places to drink in California.

- I guess dinner will be on me then. - You remark as you open the cupboard.

- Do you cook now? - she asked as she put the newspaper on the counter and leaned her head on her hands to look at you.

- Oh yes. - you say in a slightly ironic tone. - I know how to make pasta. And pasta....

Wanda giggles.

- Pasta sounds delicious. - She says smiling gently at you.

- Of course it does, I'm a great chef. - You joke while separating the ingredients.

When you are finished, you carry the boys' dinner to their rooms before returning to the dining room. The boys comment that you look nice, but you just smile and close their door.

You and Wanda sit on opposite sides and you try not to get used to the feeling of sharing a meal with her. It is so easy and cozy to have her in your home.

- You know you can tell me what you want to say. - Wanda comments after a few minutes since you have been eating in silence. - You don't have to put on your contemplative face and be completely silent.

You bite back a smile on your lips. It was almost embarrassing how easily Wanda could read you.

- What I want to say doesn't need to be said. - You retort with a hint of humor in your voice. Wanda raises an eyebrow in surprise and defiance.

- Try me.

You smile, but feel embarrassed. Then it's easier to roll your eyes around the room and gesticulate while talking.

- I was thinking how nice it is to have you here. - You confess. - How easy it feels, and how good it makes me feel. And I know I shouldn't think so, but I do. Is that enough for you, darling?

Wanda seems shocked, to say the least, by your honesty. Her cheeks redden, but she holds her gaze.

- Yeah, I, too, feel the same way. - she says finally.

You try not to smile so much, and focus on finishing your dinner, while Wanda does the same.

After you have washed the dishes, you mention that drink from earlier.

You take Wanda to your personal wine cellar. You know it's intimate and romantic, and exactly the kind of thing you would do on a date, but it feels so natural that you barely think about it.

You go downstairs to the wine cellar, while you walk with Wanda at your side among the stands, showing her your favorite wines.

- Oh, you'll like this. - You comment as you lead her to a small cabinet. You open the cabinet to reveal dusty bottles. - These are special wines for me. - You carefully grab one of the bottles, and show it to Wanda, while trying not to be too affected by having her so close to you. - This wine I had at my graduation.

- Wow, Peru, 1745. - She comments rubbing her finger on the bottle as she reads the date. You stored the item afterwards.

- This here is the wine I got at Steve's wedding. - You say pointing to the bottle on the far right. And then you bite your lip, deciding on the next one. - And this one. - You pick up one of the bottles from the top. - This one is very special to me.

You handed the bottle gently to Wanda, who analyzed its contents.

- The Avenger, Sokovia, 1421. - She read it with a small smile. - Why is it special?

You smiled at her, your hands in your pockets.

- It's our wedding wine. - You said. - It took me a long time to find it, but now I have every bottle ever produced.

- Oh.

You thought you were too close, because you could feel Wanda's breath against your face. And you were terrified, but you stepped forward.

- We can't... - she whispered as your foreheads touched. You sighed, and then stepped away just as she took a step back. You swallowed the tightness in your throat when you saw the thick tears in her eyes.

- Why not?

Wanda gently shook her head in denial, but she did not cry.

- You don't always have to be so brave. - You told her, feeling your own heart break at the rejection.

- But I do.

And then you heard the sound of the car in the garage, indicating the return of Pietro and Natasha, and the moment was broken. Wanda handed you back the bottle of wine before rushing out, and you wiped the tears from your eyes as you put the drink back away.

And then Wanda was leaving. And it was raining heavily.

You pushed all your feelings to the back of your mind, and remained tender and calm while your children said good-bye to each other, and Billy to his mother. You thought that crying would make them more nervous. And then you hugged Wanda tight before letting her go again.

As Billy and Natasha walked them to the taxi, you let the tears flow. And then you realized that you would not go through this again. You couldn't lose Wanda twice.

You have about a two-hour head start when you arrive in London with Billy. And then you are standing in the doorway of Wanda's house, and you are trembling. Billy holds your hand when you knock.

Erik Lehnsherr is old. That's the first thought that comes to your mind when you see Wanda and Pietro's father. And he seems relatively surprised to see you too, but the shock only lasts a minute, the next he smiles and hugs you tight.

- Look at you, rebenok. - he exclaims happily as he pulls you into the house while grabbing Billy’s hand. - You look beautiful!

When you go in for tea, and you explain that you would not leave Wanda again, you also find out that he helped Billy get Wanda to London and you are immensely grateful. And you talk for a long time, until Wanda and Billy arrive.

- Dad! We are home! - You hear Wanda shouting around the place.

- Hey, Grandpa. - You hear Tommy enter Erik's office, assuming that whoever is behind the desk reading the paper is the man. But it's Billy who puts down the paper, and greets his brother back. - What are you doing here?

- Billy! - exclaims Wanda in surprise as she enters the room. Billy gets up from his chair with a huge smile on his face.

- It took about 5 seconds after you left for us to realize that we couldn't let you go.

- We? - asked Wanda unsure.

You stepped out of the cover of the pylon you were standing on and made yourself visible to Tommy and Wanda.

- We. - You checked with a smile. - I already made the mistake of not going after you once, Wanda. I will never do that again.

- What... what do you expect me to do? - Wanda asks in a tearful and slightly ironic tone, and you begin to walk slowly towards her. - That I say we will work this out? An intercontinental relationship with our children being raised here and there... and we... We pick up where we left off. Growing old together... Is that what you want?

- Yes. - You whisper as you reach for her and lift your hands to her face, wiping her tears gently. - Yes to all questions. And don't forget our happy ending.

Wanda lets out a short laugh, and then you kiss her. It's sweet, and tender, and energizes your whole body, and melts your heart. The kiss is like coming home.

You get married on the same ship where you met. This time Pietro and Natasha are the best man. The cake is very good, and the boys get a stomach ache from eating so much. Steve, Tony, Bucky, Sam, Thor, and many more of all their mutual friends show up at the party.

You think your life has never felt so complete.

#wanda maximoff #wandaxreader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #marvel imagines #the parent trap au #wanda x you #wandavision

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kpop-zone · 3 years

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(G)I-dle making up for slapping their s/o

Prequel

Miyeon

Miyeon could have never guessed how hard it would be to give you time. She just wanted to be close to you again. But she wouldn’t allow herself to overstep your boundaries; not again. So, she tried her hardest not to impose herself on you, even though it was slowly killing her. Usually, you had always allowed her to wrap her arms around you, no matter what you were doing. Now, Miyeon didn’t really know what to do with herself when she was around you. The lighthearted conversations and bubbly laughter in your life had turned into suffocating silence and an excruciating atmosphere and Miyeon was starting to get anxious.

Several weeks had already passed since that disastrous night, but you were still punishing her with ignorance. Of course, Miyeon had known that her mistake needed time to heal, still, she hadn’t expected such agonizing repercussions. No matter how much space Miyeon gave you or how many gifts she bought you in an attempt to show her remorse, you didn’t allow her to get close again. And she began running out of ideas. Was there anything that she could do to make it all better? Or was it too late? Maybe if she were smarter or less selfish, she would have accepted her defeat and left you alone. But she just couldn’t. She didn’t want to live without you. So she had accepted your punishments patiently while desperately holding on to you and feeling how you drifted further and further away. Until she couldn’t take it anymore one night.

You were coming home from work, only acknowledging her with the typical head nod and Miyeon felt the crack in her heart reaching a depth that she just couldn’t ignore anymore. She needed to know if the deep divide between the two of you was conquerable or if you had already given up.

“Do you still love me?”

She blurted out while tears started to pool in her eyes and you stared at her in shock, apparently not having expected her sudden outburst.

“I will leave if you ask me to. But I don’t mind waiting for you as long as there is hope. I just need something to hold onto. I just need to know that you are still willing to fight for this relationship.”

Miyeon added with a shaky voice and you instantly avoided her gaze, making the tears in her eyes spill at last. Your silence was a sufficient answer, even if it wasn’t the one that she had wanted to hear. Although the two of you were only standing a few steps apart, the distance between you felt like an ocean again and Miyeon couldn’t bear it anymore. Abruptly, she turned on her heel to run to the bedroom. Just before she could slip out of your sight, however, your voice caused her to stop.

“I do.”

Confused, Miyeon turned around to look at you while trying to decrypt your equivocal words. When you noticed the confusion in her face, you cleared your throat and took a few steps closer to her.

“I do still love you.”

You clarified, causing Miyeon’s eyes to widen in shock.

“You do?”

She asked dumbfounded after already having accepted her defeat. Slowly, you nodded in response and at a blow, Miyeon felt like the darkness that had surrounded her the past weeks was lifted. Her heart began beating wildly in her chest and a wide smile lit up her face. She wanted nothing more than to run into your arms now, but she didn’t know whether you were ready for that yet. Insecurely, she looked at you while shifting her weight from one leg to the other until you eventually opened your arms.

“Come here.”

You chuckled and Miyeon didn’t need a second to dash forward. With full force she threw herself into your arms and hugged you so tightly that you needed to remind her that you had to breathe.

“I’m sorry. And I’m sorry that I created this mess in the first place. I swear that I will never hurt you again.”

She mumbled against your body, knowing that she would never do anything ever again to drive you away.

“I know.”

You replied before kissing the crown of her head, causing Miyeon to hum happily. This was the only way it was supposed to be.

Minnie

Minnie stared at you at a loss for words. She couldn’t find the answer in your eyes like she had hoped to, but her hesitation was apparently all the answer that you needed. Tears shot into your eyes as you nodded in defeat and slowly pulled yourself to your feet. Minnie watched you with a heavy heart and another wave of guilt washed over her. Why did she only ever make you cry?

Maybe it would be for the better if she let you go...

Conflicted, you lingered for a moment, but when Minnie still couldn’t manage to give you the answer that you needed, you started to drag your feet to the front door. It was unbearable for Minnie to watch you leave. Every fiber in her body told her to block your way, but she forced herself to stay put. For your sake. You deserved a better girlfriend. Only after the front door had swallowed you, Minnie couldn’t hold herself back anymore. She abruptly leaped to her feet and rushed to the door. Her hand hovered above the doorknob as her desire to be with you and her guilt collided inside of her. No matter what she did, it felt wrong. In despair, she slid down the front door and sunk to the floor.

She just didn’t know what to do.

Her whole body hurt, causing the sound of her sobs to fill the quiet room. She felt how she got caught up in a downward spiral. She was in free fall into endless sadness until a strange sound suddenly caused her to freeze. Confused, Minnie’s head snapped up and she looked around. But even through her blurry eyes she could see that she was still the only person in the room. Where was this noise coming from? For a moment, Minnie halted her movements and listened carefully until she was able to make out the source and the location of the noise. It was the sound of sobs. Someone else was crying right on the other side of the door.

Minnie’s heart broke and before she even knew what she was doing, she found herself on her feet, tearing open the door. You were cowering on the floor just like she had a few seconds ago while crying bitterly. On autopilot, Minnie leaped forward and wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s ok, don’t cry. Please don’t cry, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

She cooed soothingly between some of her own sobs. For several minutes, the two of you just stayed in each other’s arms on the floor until your sobs didn’t echo through the hallway anymore. Hesitantly, Minnie leaned back to look at you and her fingers automatically stroked your cheeks to remove the last remainders of your tears.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Please come back inside again. I was being stupid. I wanted to be selfless and let you go, but I can’t live without you. Please don’t go, I promise I will work on forgiving myself.”

She pleaded, having realized that the decision to let you go had been the worst that she had ever made.

“How would that be selfless, dummy? I don’t want to live without you either.”

You exclaimed with a smile tugging on your lips, causing Minnie to sigh in relief.

“So you’ll come back inside?”

She asked insecurely, but you instantly nodded.

“Yes. If you stop acting weird.”

You replied while giving her a scrutinizing look.

“I will. I promise.”

Minnie was quick to agree to your condition before pulling both of you to your feet and into the apartment again. Even if she hadn’t wanted to forgive herself initially, her desire to keep you in her life was still bigger. So she would do anything to make you happy again.

Soojin

“Are you going to keep staring at me?”

You asked annoyed after the room had fallen silent for a while already but Soojin was still sitting right by your side. She just hadn’t been able to bring herself to walk away from you.

“I’m sorry.”

She whispered for the third time tonight and you groaned before turning to your back again. Expectantly, you looked at her, seemingly waiting for her to say more than just those three words. The same feeling of anxiety from earlier washed over Soojin and once more, she averted her gaze from you. What if she said the wrong thing? But she knew that she didn’t have the luxury to take her time with an answer now. You were looking more than just annoyed and if she wouldn’t be able to express her feelings right in this moment, there would be no hope for a reconciliation tonight.

“I’m sorry for everything. I should have taken your feelings seriously. I shouldn’t have slapped you. And I definitely also shouldn’t have run away. But I was just so ashamed of myself; I couldn’t bear to look into your eyes.”

Soojin sputtered before reluctantly looking at you. For a moment, you only stared at her, but then you inhaled deeply.

“I really can’t believe that you slapped me. And then you had the nerve to run away...”

You scoffed and Soojin felt how her shame hit her with full force again.

“I know. I can’t believe it either.”

She mumbled mortified while letting her head hang.

“Is this all that you wanted to tell me?”

You asked after both of you had been silent for a while and Soojin quickly shook her head.

“No! I also wanted to tell you what I should have told you earlier instead of slapping you. I’m sorry for not defending you in the restaurant. But that was not because I agreed in any way with what has been said. It’s just that sometimes I forget that you’re insecure about those things. Because you’re perfect to me in ever single way. So if I talk with my friends about you, I swear to god, it’s only to tell them how breathtaking, smart, kind, caring and thoughtful you are.”

She clarified, feeling how a part of the weight on her shoulders was suddenly lifted off. Maybe you would never be able to forgive her, but Soojin at least wanted you to know the truth behind her wrongdoing. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself knowing that you believed that she thought of you as anything less than perfect.

For a while, nothing but the faint noise of the refrigerator buzzing in the kitchen could be heard and Soojin contemplated what to do next. Would you allow her to sleep in the same bed as you? Should she sleep on the couch? Or would you even ask her to leave the apartment? Before she could come up with a plan, however, you cleared your throat and piped up again.

“I know that you would never make fun of me with your friends. I mean earlier my anger told me that it was a possibility. But even then, deep-down I knew that it wasn’t true. I just wanted to say something to hurt you.”

You admitted sheepishly and for the first time tonight a light smile tugged on Soojin’s lips.

“I’m glad that you know.”

She sighed in relief while finally daring to look into your eyes. She was still ashamed of her actions, yet it felt like the two of you had gotten one step closer to reconciliation.

“Maybe we can talk tomorrow about everything; calmly this time.”

You chuckled and Soojin quickly nodded in reply.

“I’d love to!”

She exclaimed a little too excited, causing you to laugh to yourself.

“Alright then. Try to get some sleep now.”

You smiled softly while pointing at her side of the bed and Soojin’s heart almost jumped out of her chest. Eagerly, she nodded in agreement before hastily discarding the flowers and getting ready for bed as if she suspected that you could change your mind any second. In record time, she found herself lying next to you although she neither dared to look at you nor to close her eyes. What if she woke up and you weren’t there anymore?

“Relax, Soojin. Everything’s going to be ok.”

You suddenly piped up as if you could read her thoughts and Soojin turned her head to the side. Your beautiful eyes radiated a sense of comfort and Soojin’s heartbeat calmed down at last. Everything would be ok again.

Soyeon

Soyeon didn’t even need to think where to go after the door had slammed shut. Her feet automatically carried her to the company that gladly was in walking distance. She hoped that her studio could give her the comfort that she desperately needed. Maybe she could even put all this sadness into something useful and start working on the next album. To her dismay, however, Soyeon didn’t feel the usual itch in her fingers once she sat down in front of her desk and the pages of her notebook stayed completely empty. No matter which keys she pressed on the keyboard or what chords she strung together, everything sounded bland to her. For almost two hours Soyeon tried to write down at least a single line until she was left completely frustrated and simply threw herself on the couch in her studio. She couldn’t concentrate when her relationship -the most important thing in her life- was on the brink of ruin. All she wanted to do was to go home and make up. But she knew that she couldn’t do that. This had to happen on your terms, and you clearly had asked her to give you space. So she needed to abide by your request. Even if it meant that the group had to suffer from it.

After spending a night on a sofa and not sleeping a single second, Soyeon very groggily attended dance practice the next morning. Her members immediately figured out what was wrong and showed her sympathy, but her teachers, unfortunately, were less compassionate. The minutes seemed like hours and in between the angry looks by her teachers and the anxious glances on her phone to check for a sign of life from you, Soyeon felt like losing her mind. She had hoped that you would be willing to see her again today, but after an exhausting day at the company there still hadn’t popped up a notification from you on her screen.

“Relax, Y/N is going to reach out to you.”

Yuqi tried to cheer her up when all of them were grabbing their stuff to go home.

“I don’t think so. It’s over.”

Soyeon replied crestfallen, starting to accept the fact that she had managed to ruin what had been perfect in just one night.

Suddenly, however, the screen of her phone lit up, causing Soyeon’s breath to hitch in her throat. Frozen, she stared at her phone, too scared to get her hopes up. Maybe it was just one of their managers...or maybe it was a breakup text.

“Look at it!!”

Shuhua urged her while pressing the phone in Soyeon’s hand. Shakily, she lifted the device up and looked at the message.

Y/N: Will you be home for dinner?

She read out loud and her members instantly assured her that this was a good sign. Still, Soyeon didn’t want to impose herself on you and decided to leave it up to you.

Soyeon: If you want me to?

She replied before anxiously staring on the screen and waiting for your reply.

Y/N: ...

For an eternity, Soyeon watched these three dots dancing on her screen and with every second that passed, she felt more like losing it. Eventually, however, you decided to end her torture and transformed the three dots into one single word.

Y/N: Yes

Your answer was short, but it made Soyeon feel more than any poem probably could have ever managed. In lightning speed, she said goodbye to her members and rushed home to you. When she reached the front door to your apartment, she typed in the wrong door code three times out of nervousness before finally being able to bolt into the apartment.

“Y/N?”

Soyeon yelled breathlessly as soon as she was inside in need to quiet the part of her that was convinced that you were just messing with her and had already left. To her surprise, however, you stepped into her sight just a few seconds later, making her exhale shakily in relief.

“I ordered from our favorite place. I hope that’s ok.”

You piped up eventually after the two of you had awkwardly stared at each other for a while and Soyeon nodded eagerly.

“Yes! Perfect! We can do whatever you want.”

She replied although she wasn’t really referring to the food with her last sentence. Soyeon felt relieved that you were willing to see her, nevertheless, she wanted you to know that the two of you would proceed in your pace.

“What do you want though?”

You answered while defensively guarding yourself by crossing your arms. Soyeon hated this tension that extended between the two of you and made it so much harder to wear her heart on her sleeve, but she still wanted to try her best.

“I want to tell you how sorry I am and that I know that what I did yesterday is unforgivable. But I also want to tell you that it will never happen again and that I will work very hard to make this right again. If that is what you want too of course.”

Nervously, Soyeon glanced at you, once again waiting for you to end her torture. You, on the other hand, were completely calm and took your time contemplating her offer. Your gaze seemed to burn right through Soyeon’s skin, and she uncomfortably tugged on her clothes while awaiting your verdict.

“Well, I guess I haven’t been really fair yesterday either. So we might do better to just try to forget last night...”

You replied after an eternity, causing Soyeon’s heart to leap in her chest.

“Ok!”

She agreed relieved, not being able to hide a wide smile anymore. There was nothing that she would rather do than to forget last night. She just wanted to go back to where the two of you had left off and the fact that you felt the same was making her happier than anything else in her life before.

Yuqi

“How could you have slapped me?”

You eventually broke the silence, but the disappointment in your voice made the awkward silence from before almost more desirable.

“I-I don’t know...”

Yuqi stammered in reply, because she truly couldn’t make sense of her behavior. She had never considered violence to be a solution for anything and hurting you was one of her scariest nightmares.

“You know the reason I started dating you was because I trusted you more than anyone else and because I felt safe around you.”

You sighed sadly and your choice of words caused Yuqi’s heart to tear in two. Trusted. Felt. Why were you talking in past tense? She needed you to know that tonight had just been a slip-up.

“And I really value that trust. Even if it didn’t seem like it tonight.”

Yuqi pleadingly looked at you, hoping that you were able to see her sincerity, but you were quick to avoid her gaze.

“I don’t know what to believe...”

You mumbled while massaging your temples as if this situation were causing you a headache, making Yuqi feel even worse about herself. She didn’t want you to martyr yourself like that because of her.

“I know and that’s ok! You don’t have to have everything figured out tonight. We can see how the next weeks will go. I swear that I will do everything to try to gain your trust back, but... if it doesn’t work out and you still feel uncomfortable, just say so and... I will leave.”

Yuqi’s last words felt like they were covered with thorns and only arduously left her throat. As much as she wanted to be a good person and give you the space to leave, only the thought of losing you made her feel nauseous. Nevertheless, she planned to stick to her offer and expectantly looked at you to agree to it. You still avoided her gaze, but after contemplating your options for a while, you eventually nodded in agreement. At a blow, Yuqi felt all the tension leaving her body and she almost sighed in relief. She knew though that she was nowhere near to celebrate. She still had to gain back your trust which had to be the most difficult task in the world. Yet, she felt hopeful. Your willingness to let her try to make it up to you showed her that at least some part of you still cared about this relationship.

“Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate this, and I promise that I will not let your second chance go to waste.”

She exclaimed gratefully and you looked at her with a piercing gaze.

“You better not.”

You warned her, causing a cold shiver to run up and down Yuqi’s spine. Suddenly she was hyperaware of what she had to lose, and an uncomfortable, tingling sensation settled in her stomach. She really had to get this right.

“You have my word. Your trust has always been the most important thing to me and knowing that I have managed to break it will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.”

Yuqi admitted with regret and you nodded slightly as if you were satisfied with her answer before standing up.

“I think we’ve said everything that needed to be said. I’m going to bed now.”

You concluded while walking towards the bedroom. Yuqi, on the other hand, kept sitting on the couch, feeling like you hadn’t said everything that needed to be said because she had no idea where the two of you were standing right now. Was she allowed to follow you? Was she supposed to give you space tonight? Indecisively, she wriggled about on the couch for a while until she decided that she should rather be safe than sorry. Therefore, she only walked into the bedroom to grab her pillow and a blanket while feeling your gaze on her before returning to the living room again. With a slight pout on her face, she made her bed on the couch until your sudden voice almost startled her to death.

“Yuqi, I appreciate the gesture, but just come to bed. Otherwise, you’ll only have backpain tomorrow.”

You were standing in the doorframe to your bedroom with your arms crossed and Yuqi looked at you with wide eyes.

“Are you sure?”

She asked insecurely to make sure that this was really what you wanted.

“Yes. I mean you’re not allowed to cuddle, but I’ll survive having you in my bed.”

You replied and Yuqi couldn’t help but to smile a bit. This almost felt like the usual banter that you always had after a minor fight when you were still mad at her but weren’t able to hide your caring nature. Without hesitation Yuqi leaped to her feet and followed you into the bedroom with her blanket and pillow under her arms. All of a sudden she didn’t fell as anxious anymore as before. She was sure that if she only worked hard enough, she could remind you again of who she really was. The love that the two of you shared was one of a kind and Yuqi believed firmly that it was strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

Shuhua

It had taken Shuhua almost all night to calm down again. Anxiously, she had walked in circles in the living room while tearing her hair in despair. How was she supposed to fix this? The look of betrayal in your eyes had burned into her brain, making her believe that the only way to gain back your trust was by building a time machine. As the sun began to rise, however, also the darkness inside of her started to fade and very slowly, she was able to think rationally again. There was no use in panicking; what was done was done. It was highly unlikely that someone would invent a time machine in time to fix this, so she had to try to clean the mess that she had created herself. Therefore, she called her members as soon as it was a somewhat acceptable time to disturb their morning to ask for their advice. All of them agreed that Shuhua was an idiot and that they would kill her if she didn’t manage to make it up to you. But all of them also agreed that the best way to gain your forgiveness was to talk to you when you were ready. Shuhua wanted to convince them that it would be best to persistently show you her remorse as soon as possible, but no one agreed with that. The members told her to let you set the pace and Shuhua very reluctantly gave in to their advice.

Still, she decided that it wouldn’t harm to ask you today whether you were already willing to talk. Equipped with your favorite snacks and a teddy bear, she drove to your best friend’s place because she was sure that you had sought sanctuary there. She figured that her guess had been right when she could hear agitated whispering behind the door after she had knocked three times. For a moment she was worried that you wouldn’t open the door, because she was able to hear the voices for quite some time, yet no one granted her access. Eventually the door swung open though and Shuhua found herself standing face to face with you.

“What do you want?”

You asked quite unenthusiastically and Shuhua physically felt hit by your words, causing her to take a step back. Never had you sounded so cold before, but she figured that she deserved that.

“I’m here to apologize and ask whether you’re willing to talk about everything with me.”

Shuhua tried to sound confident, but her voice more came out as a whisper. Your piercing gaze didn’t really help with her nervousness either, so instead of giving a great speech, Shuhua simply held out the teddy bear and the snacks to you. For a moment, you eyed the gifts before looking at her again.

“Do you think that can make up for everything?”

Defensively, you crossed your arms and suddenly Shuhua regretted having brought such cheesy gifts.

“No of course not. I just thought it would be rude to show up emptyhanded and I wanted to do something nice for you.”

She mumbled while quickly hiding her hands behind her back. Slowly, her nervousness turned into the anxiety again that she had already felt last night as her thoughts seemingly raced with 300 mph through her mind. She felt completely helpless and could not recall a single tip that her members had given her earlier.

“Didn’t you want to apologize?”

You asked eventually, causing Shuhua to snap her head up to look at you after simply having stared into a void for probably a whole minute. She didn’t know whether she was just imagining things now, but for some reason she felt like your gaze wasn’t quite as stern anymore. Your question didn’t sound snappish either, but more like you wanted to help her to regain her composure. Shuhua didn’t know whether she was persuading herself of those things because she was close to having a nervous breakdown, but either way, it helped. Slowly, her thoughts stopped hopscotching through her mind, and she felt somewhat confident to tell you what she had come here for.

“That’s right. I wanted to tell you how incredibly sorry I am for everything that has happened last night. I was wrong all along. And I can’t even tell you what has gotten into me to slap you. I want you to know that I feel terrible. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I would never purposely hurt you...I-“

Shuhua hadn’t even noticed that she had started crying until it became more and more difficult to speak and she could suddenly feel a sensation on her arm. To her surprise she realized that you had reached out to squeeze her arm comfortingly and she had never wanted to be pulled into your embrace more than right now.

“I know that it isn’t in your nature to solve things with violence. But you’ve still hurt me yesterday; more emotionally than physically though. And that’s going to take a while to heal.”

You stated and Shuhua nodded understandingly.

“What does that mean for us though?”

She asked, feeling like she would rather have you break up with her than not knowing what the two of you were.

“I think we should take things slow. I don’t want to break up with you, but I feel like we have some things to resolve before going back to where we were. This whole fight yesterday had to stem from somewhere...”

You replied, causing Shuhua to sigh in relief. She wouldn’t mind taking things slow for a while as long as she was still your girlfriend.

“Ok.”

She agreed and for the first time today, you smiled at her.

“Ok then, it’s settled. Go home now and buy some breakfast on your way. You look terrible- no offense. I’ll text you later.”

You chuckled, causing Shuhua to gasp before touching her face and realizing that it was all puffy. Sulkily, she pouted, but your cheeky expression also made her giggle silently. Maybe the two of you weren’t quite where you had left off yet, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing. Shuhua knew that she couldn’t let something like last night happen again- neither for your nor for her sake. So she needed some time to get to the bottom of it. Maybe she could even be a better girlfriend in the end and that’s all she really wanted: to make you happier than any other person on the planet.

#gidle #gidle reaction #gidle imagine #miyeon #minnie #soojin #soyeon #yuqi #shuhua #girl group reaction #girl group #kpop reaction #kpop #(g)i-dle #idol x reader #(g)i-dle x reader #fluff

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tenkasato · 3 years

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It’s a Start

Scenario: As a humble store owner in Marley, you get the surprise of your life when the nightmare from Paradis, the one acclaimed as their strongest soldier, drops by to buy tea leaves. Needless to say, you were equally surprised he was strangely mesmerizing. Post-rumbling.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x reader

There he was.

The strongest known menace from the formerly thought home of devils, Paradis Island. The indestructible soldier who cut through the wonder boy Zeke like he was cutting butter. The unforgiving soul who personally took down numbers of Marleyan men and women. Now an acclaimed hero of this war.

You expected differently.

Of course, you've heard of his condition. He was not exactly crippled, but not exactly in his top shape either. The man looked quite docile in his wheelchair. Quietly, he examined each tea canister from your shop with a scrutinizing eye.

From where you were standing by the counter, you could make out the barely perceptible downward curve of his lips. He returned the tea leaves before he moved to the next shelf.

From the friends you had from the military, you've heard countless horror stories about this man. Versions after the other, a few more grisly than the other. You supposed you should be terrified that a former enemy had come into your store, even if he was unarmed and injured.

Commonsense told you to keep your distance, but curiosity is one enticing lady who relentlessly whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

When he seemed to be having a hard time reaching for the Ceylon tea, you decided to silence these voices and make your approach.

Levi Ackerman immediately bristled when he sensed you coming. You eyed him for a second before grabbing the said canister and handing it over.

"This one's harvested from Ludwig Orchard," you told him. "If you like strong tea, then this is a good choice."

Levi considered you, one eye clouded over while the other layered with intensity unlike you've ever seen before. Scars decorated his face. One long one stretched from his forehead down to his chin. Even so, he was beautifully flawed. These were such odd words to describe him, but at the moment, you couldn’t think of any other fitting description.

You tried not to be rude by staring, so you shifted your gaze to the canister in his hand.

"I do like strong tea."

You were mildly surprised he had a smooth voice. It was nowhere near gentle, but neither was it gruff like you imagined. In fact, it was nice to listen to.

"But I've bought too many of those types already," he continued, weighing the can in his hand. "I’m trying to look for a milder one and appealing to the taste of most people.”

“I see.”

Giving you a small nod, he handed the Ceylon back to you.

“Are you opening a tea shop around?” you asked.

Levi took another canister from the lower shelf and brought it in front of his face. “You can say that.”

You let him scan the descriptions written behind each choice, wondering whether you should just leave him be. But it wasn’t often that a man like him dropped by in a measly store like yours.

“Why are you still here?” you dropped the bomb.

His hand froze midway in the air. He cast you one wary glance before proceeding on returning the tea. “Care to elaborate?”

“Levi Ackerman, the notorious Eldian captain. Once our sworn enemy. I don’t understand why someone like you would want to stay in Marley after all that’s happened.”

He was left in silent contemplation. You could tell he was weighing the words in his mind. Was it safe to speak to a seemingly harmless store owner like you? Or were you a spy? You knew the volatile situation his people were still in. The aftermath of Eren Jaeger’s rumbling was still fresh in the minds of many.

You sighed, “I’m sorry. That was very intrusive of me.”

“I can't go home,” he said, surprising you with an honest reply. “The unrest in Eldia remains unresolved. In my state, I’d probably be more of a liability than an asset.”

You nodded, crossing your arms and leaning towards the shelf. “I understand. Must be rough staying in enemies’ territories, huh?”

“You could say that,” he shrugged, “Although technically, we aren’t enemies anymore.”

“Do you really mean that?” you said before you could stop yourself.

He raised a brow at you. “What makes you think I don’t.”

“Well… it’s obvious, right? There’s no way we could be friends after just one night.”

“I never said we were.”

“You killed many of my people,” you spat, suddenly feeling the lividity that enraptured your heart just a few years ago. “Bombed Liberio. Slit the throat of my friends. Took many innocent lives of your own.”

A glare crossed his face. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t at all terrifying. Levi placed both hands on the handle of his wheelchair and supported himself up. Eyes widening, you backpedal a few steps when he started limping towards you.

Handicapped or not, you knew he could still effortlessly snap your spine into two.

He stopped a few inches from you, staring you down with a mixture of coldness and despair. You didn’t think anyone could ever stare with such strong emotions. Your blood froze and your heart roared at his proximity, but despite that, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from this enigma.

“Mister Ackerman---”

“Levi,” he corrected you.

“Levi,” you swallowed. “I apologize. I did not intend to antagonize you.”

“What you’re telling me is valid,” he said. “I’m not about to beg for forgiveness because I believe I can never atone for all the things I’ve done, but I’m asking for understanding. Your people tried to annihilate us, and we had no other choice but to fight back for our own survival. Regardless, I apologize. For all the lives I’ve taken.”

You took in his bowed head, closed fists and tightly shut eyes. The sincerity in his voice was hard to miss, but so was the still blazing rage he had for the spilled blood. You doubted the scars in his face and body were the only scars he had.

Such a strong man. Such fragility he also held.

You took in some air and exhaled, “Please raise your head.”

When he did, your eyes connected. With pursed lips, you took a canister of Oolong tea and shoved it in his palm. He looked at it and shot you a questioning glance.

“A peace offering,” you blurted out bashfully, “It’s on the house. I bet people would love drinking this one. It’s a classic favorite around here after all.”

“Are you sure? For all I know, you could be sabotaging my business,” he muttered.

“Business is business!” you gasped, accidentally slapping his arm purely out of reflexes. “I don’t take things personally, besides…”

You flashed him an accepting, genuine smile, “I understand what you’re saying, Levi. I can’t forgive you or your people. The same for you towards us. But this is a start.”

He didn’t smile. He didn’t nod. He didn’t open his mouth to reply. However, the mere softening of his eyes washed you with warmth. Levi tucked the canister under his arm and ambled back to his wheelchair. He was about to turn when you both heard footsteps approaching.

“Levi-san! I’ve been looking all over for you! Gabi said one moment you were beside her, the next moment you vanished.” The young man frowned deeply at Levi, one hand on his hip. “Please tell us next time if you wanted to go somewhere.”

Levi clicked his tongue, “I did, but she was so busy choosing rings at the stall.”

“Rings?” the kid gasped, blushing. He started wheeling Levi to the direction of the exit when he placed a hand on the kid’s arm and turned to you.

He held your gaze, delicately, surprisingly so, “What’s your name?”

Your heart skipped a beat. When you’ve recovered, you laughed, dazed with everything that’s just happened.

“Go out of the store and check the sign. You’ll see my name.”

“Alright.”

“Levi,” you said, “Come again.”

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #levi x you #levi ackerman x y/n #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #slight angst #post-rumbling

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fuwushiguro · 3 years

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@nomadmilk thank you sooooo much for the congrats gorg!! sorry its taken so long to write this, but welcome to bunny life!! hope u have a fantastic shift and enjoy ur time with hawks (he’s super popular at these things!!)

This is part of my Playboy Mansion event which is now closed.

Hawks x f!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, consensual sex, mentions of alcohol, oral (male receiving), fingering, mentions of cum, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation.

Words: 2k

The party was in full swing. Everyone was chatting, laughing, dancing, generally having a great time. So why were you so bored? This is your latest in a long line of Playboy parties. They’re fun, of course they’re fun. That’s why so many people come to attend these things after all. It’s such an exclusive event, invite only and only those in the know get the special pink envelope in the post every time the function comes around. But it’s the same every time, it’s the same smiling, happy faces dancing and drinking every single time. You were bored.

You needed some excitement.

You got more than you bargained for when a trio of bunnies approached you. They cat walked over to you, one slightly in front of the others. These particular bunnies are a group of girls you haven’t really taken the time to get to know. You say hello in passing, but nothing more past that. They looked like they meant business, like they had something to tell you about.

“You do work here, yes?” the leader questioned you. You quirked an eyebrow. Was the outfit not enough of a giveaway? Or the fact you see her almost daily since you both live here. You just nodded, simply. Not sure you’d be able to keep your attitude in check if you actually spoke. “So why are you just sitting here? Work the room, get drinks for the guests.” she commanded. You scoffed.

“Sure.” you replied as you stood to your feet. Before you could get back to work, she grabbed you harshly by the wrist. “Let go of me.” you yelped as you attempted to free yourself from her hold.

“What’s wrong with your fucking face? This is a party. You have the best job in the world, seem a little happy about it.” she scolded as she got in your face. Just as you were about to use your free hand to slap her across her stupid smug face, a third party intervened and snatched her away from you.

“Behave little bunny.” he spoke. Her features instantly transformed from furious to flirtatious.

It was Keigo Takami. You’d seen him around before, but never spoke to him. You’d never been this close to him. Most of the bunnies had a soft spot for Keigo, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He was pretty. A pretty blonde stranger with a splash of mystery. What wasn’t to like? He was a big flirt too; you’d heard several stories exchanged of him from the other girls. He’d fucked quite a few of them, even though it was against the rules.

“Keigo!” she began excitedly, “nice to see you again baby… You wanna go somewhere?” she asked him. He looked over to you, but you paid him no mind. You picked up your cocktail tray and wandered off towards the bar.

“Not tonight.” he simply stated as he followed you.

He tapped your right shoulder and you immediately looked to see who it was, when you didn’t immediately see him you turned to your left to see him smiling. He clearly thought it was amusing, but you were in no mood. You gave him a half hearted smile as you reached the bar, you set your tray down and waited for the bar staff to fill it up with drinks for you to carry.

“Tough night?” Keigo questioned. You nodded.

“Apparently your girlfriend doesn’t like me too much.” you responded. He shook his head, immediately denying the accusing tone to your voice. Keigo doesn’t do girlfriends. Before he lets you pick up your serving tray, he rests his heavy hand on it preventing you from lifting.

“Apologies if this comes off a little forward or… you know… inappropriate,” he began, “but do you wanna come and take a breather in my car with me?”

You knew what he was doing. It wasn’t as smooth of a line as he thought it was. But he was staring into your eyes, you were staring back into the pretty pools of honey that were fixated on you. Your hand was on his as you had placed it there when you initially wanted your tray back. It was silly that you were even contemplating it, but the overwhelming adrenaline from the bitch bunny’s confrontation had your train of thought all over the place. You couldn’t think straight. You couldn’t think what a good and bad idea was. You just wanted some air, you wanted to be out of here. So, you held his gaze and parted your lips.

“Yes.”

☆ ☆ ☆

You left together, and no one seemed to notice. There were so many guests and a large selection of bunny girls, who would care if two people went missing? He opened the passenger side door for you. So chivalrous. You thought to yourself. When he began driving, he put a hand onto your headrest. His face was a little too close to yours as he reversed, he poked his tongue out as he was concentrating. You felt the blood fill your face, warming your cheeks from slight embarrassment. You did your best to turn away and regain your composure. The little act didn’t go unnoticed, Keigo looked at you and smiled.

“Are you nervous?” he queried.

“A little.” you confessed.

He began driving around the back of the mansion. There were so many acres to the yard, only a small fraction was used by the guests for these parties. But still, you’re fairly sure people aren’t meant to drive on the perfectly mowed grass.

“I don’t think you should be doing this.” you told him, but he didn’t stop. Plunging further and further into the darkness of the unlit field.

“Don’t worry babe, me and your boss go back.” he told you. The pet name making you dizzy.

The car came to a stop. Silence. You knew what was about to happen. He knew what was about to happen. But the tension in the air was immeasurable. It was a waiting game to see who’d make the first move. You could barely look in his direction. The tense atmosphere could be cut with a knife.

☆ ☆ ☆

“Good girl…” he cooed. Your throat accommodating seven inches of his fat veiny cock. Your eyes watered, but you didn’t care. His hand rested delicately on the crown of your head while you went at your own pace.

You sloshed your tongue around his erection, stimulating each vein as you bobbed up and down.

“Such a good fucking bunny, aren’t you? My little cock slut.” he praised.

You felt shame that you were just another bunny on his ever growing list of conquests, but in this moment with his cock head nudging your tonsils, you’re finding it difficult to care. When you lifted your head, he wrapped a fist around the base of his shaft and started jerking himself off. He forced your head back to his cock, you let him fill your wet cavern with his tip. You knew he was close, his moaning was like music to your ears.

“Hnng. – fuck – fucking hell sweetheart I’m gonna fucking cum.” he announced. You hummed approvingly. “Gonna take it all aren’t you? Take all of my fucking cum you – jesus fuck - you little slutty bunny, take daddy’s cum.” he pumped his cock a couple of more times before spilling into you with a needy high pitch whine. Thick white ropes filled into your mouth and you swallowed almost instantly.

“Thank you.” you smiled sweetly, showing him the lack of cum in your mouth. He was still heaving from his orgasm. There was a sheen layer of sweat clinging to his skin, little beads dripping down his forehead.

“Fuckin’ hell sweetheart.” he spoke, it sounded like more praise. Like he was impressed with you. The thought of making him proud went straight to your aching cunt. He took a few more moments to settle himself down and regain his composure. When his breathing steadied, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto his lap. He kissed you deeply while you positioned yourself to straddle him on the driver’s seat. He slowly unbuttoned the bottom of your corset, revealing your lacy black panties that resided underneath. He pushed them to the side and ran a single digit up the length of your slit. The feeling made you shudder and collapse your body onto his.

His cock was back to full mast, he used the tip head to explore your folds before plunging into you.

“Hnng… Daddy…” you mewled, earning a scoff from the blonde.

“You’re like that huh? A slut for daddy like that? Get yourself off,” he commanded, “Go on, get yourself off on daddy’s cock.”

You descended onto his length and he sat snugly at your cervix. You wrapped your arms around his neck to steady yourself. He pulled down the front of your corset, wanting to watch your tits bounce as you used him to get off. He used his tongue to dance over your left nipple and a free hand to roll your right one between his finger and thumb. The occasional pinch forcing you to clench around him. You were bouncing on him, taking him so well. He took a moment to look at your face, admiring the way your eyes scrunched and lips pouted as little ‘ooo’ sounds escaped.

“That’s it baby girl, just like that.” he smiled. The sweet pet name was enough incentive to make you pick up the pace. Raising higher and sinking lower on his fat cock, each vein hitting every sweet spot inside of you. You could feel the car rocking. But you didn’t care. No one would know, no one could see, no one could hear.

“D-daddy, oh! Oh daddy! Fuck!” you cried.

“Yeah babe, just like that. Juuuuust like that baby. Fuck you’re such a good slut for daddy aren’t you?” he told you. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of your hips, and you’re sure tomorrow they’ll turn into beautiful blue blooms to remind you of who you belonged to tonight. He started meeting your motions, thrusting up inside you and hitting deeper than you could by yourself.

“Hnng. Keigo! Gonna, gonna cum daddy!” you practically shouted, the feeling of the coil within you coming undone. He couldn’t respond, he had reached his peak for the second time and was soiling your insides. But you didn’t stop, he didn’t stop either. He wanted to fuck his seed further into you, his bruising thrusts were relentless.

“Good girl, you can do it. Doing such a good job f’me.” he told you.

Within seconds he felt your cunt clamp him in, he didn’t think he had anything more to give you but the feeling of your glorious snatch trapping him unravelled him once again. Depositing more of his load into your tight pussy. You collapsed on him once again, moaning into his ear as you came around his cock. You moved your body back slightly to look at him, kissing him deeply. Your tongue massaging his as you carried on panting into each other. You carried on warming his cock, but parted your bodies slightly so you could calm down. He looked down at where the two of you were connected and snickered.

“What a pretty little mess you made.” he commented. When you looked there was a mixture of his cum and your slick stuck to his trousers. You looked at him, innocently batting your lashes.

You had officially made the list of bunnies that Keigo had fucked. But you had a feeling you’d be on an even more exclusive list of bunnies that Keigo wants to fuck more than once.

I hope you enjoyed your shift as a playboy bunny!! Thanks so much for taking part in this event I hope this was worth the wait!! Mwah mwah xxx

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sonybees · 3 years

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under the moonlight ; george weasley

george weasley x ravenclaw!reader

word count: 2,451

summary: applying lipgloss and clipping butterfly clips into your best friends hair. that’s cute. wonder what it would lead to.

warnings: kissing/making out, maybe a few swear words, lack of capitalization, probably grammar mistakes and nothing else i can think of. let me know if i should add any :)

a/n: i tried to make this fic have a gender neutral reader so let me know if i got it wrong at one point. i did not proof read this, i am so sorrydbnd. i would also love to hear some feedback! i really hope you enjoy!

“georgie, stay still.” you said in a jokingly frustrated manner. the story of how you ended up sitting on your bed, in front of your best friend, the person you were deeply in love with and putting some lipgloss on his lips? let’s just say you were bored. all your dorm mates were out, and someone came in just in time. you were honestly very surprised when he agreed but very glad.

“you know i can’t ever stay still.” he started moving around, trying to get comfortable on the bed. “blimey, this is so weird. why does it feel like that?” you chuckled about how adorable he is. you thought about how much you want to cuddle up to him, kiss his soft lips, trail your hands down on his soft skin. you wanted to hold him like he was the most precious thing in the world. well, he is to you. but you knew you couldn’t do any of that. he would never feel the same.

“it feels like what?” you said, chuckles present.

“it’s.” he trailed off and frantically made hand gestures, trying to think of a word for this odd feeling on his lips. “gooey. i don’t know. it’s just weird.” you chuckle again and finally put the tube down.

“now, smack your lips.”

“wait what? smack them? how the bloody hell am i supposed to do that?” he said, genuinely confused. you just laughed and said,

“do this.” you smacked your lips, trying to show him how to do it. he tried to do so but ended up looking like a quacking duck. you broke down to a fit of laughter when george tried to do the same.

“what? i did what you showed me.” he pouted as you let out a little giggle.

“nothing.”

“nothing? nothing, huh?” you shook your head, trying to hold back a laugh as he narrowed his eyes on you. he looked so stupid trying it. still very attractive though. surprisingly, he just kept quiet and let it go.

“do you really wear this everyday?”

“no. only when i want to.”

“which is, everyday?”

“huh, yeah.” you smiled, barely remembering picking up the said tube every morning. you just smiled to yourself but then you realized,

“wait, how’d you know i wear lipgloss everyday? i don’t remember telling you about it ‘til now.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“it’s not easy to miss. your lips are always glossy and shining under the lights.” he said so easily like he thought about it everyday. you were a bit taken aback. but in a good way. he noticed you. he noticed your lips. you were suprised but it made your heart melt. little did you know, he always observed you and your beautiful features like you were an expensive artwork. but you didn’t know that, you were oblivious.

“that’s cute.”

“you think i’m cute?”

“what? no, i said ‘that’s cute’ not ‘you’re cute’.” you replied with a slight panic in your voice. you watched george smirk which led to you getting all flustered, looking everywhere but his face. this cheeky bastard.

“yeah, alright.” oh my, that smirk. you thought you could collapse underneath his stare. you playfully rolled your eyes as an attempt to cover your flustered state and moved on. you stood up to your drawer, putting the tube back in and pulled out a little pouch full of colorful little plastic clips that are wonderfully shaped like butterflies.

“what’s that?” george asked as you sat back down in front of him.

“hair clips.” you looked up at george who was wearing a befuddled expression. “you clip it to your hair. kind of like decorating a Christmas tree but the tree’s your hair.” you explained in an odd but simple way, hoping that you wouldn’t have to explain any further.

“oh, right. i know now. ginny wears those sometimes. wait, are you gonna be putting that on my hair?”

“well, yeah. if you want me to.” you answered, making sure he’s alright with it. he thought about it for a few moments.

“well, sure why not. you seem excited about it so i bet i’ll look pretty.” he said, flipping his long red hair over his shoulder. you laughed at this and continued to open up the pouch. you scooched over to george’s back and grabbed a small tuft from the left side of his soft hair, dividing it into three equal bunches. you overlapped each of the bunches of hair over each other carefully, trying not to hurt the boy in front of you. you created a beautiful loose braid that was small enough to be clipped in with the mini butterflies. you cautiously grabbed the braid, careful not to break it and grabbed a clip while doing so. you held it right on the middle of the backside of his head and secured it with the clip. you were pretty proud of it, not gonna lie.

“are you done yet?” george asked, impatient as always.

“not yet, just hold on.” george groaned playfully as you gathered a tuft of hair from the right side and repeated the process. the tip of your tongue was out due to you concentrating, not wanting to mess this up. sticking your tongue out while you were concentrating was another thing george always noticed about you. he found it absolutely precious but he didn’t say a word about it.

after you braided the right bunch, you held it near the other braid and clipped it tightly.

“ow!” george squealed as he felt the clip against his scalp and the way his head tightened.

“oh! i’m so sorry.” you said as you took it out and held it back in more loosely.

“is that good now?”

“yeah, it’s good. okay, can i see now?”

“no, i’m not yet done.”

“merlin, how long will this take?”

“just wait a few more minutes. it didn’t even take that long.”

“yeah, right. well it felt like hours.”

“no it didn’t.”

“yes, it did.” both of you exchanged an unneeded playful banter over something so ridiculous but this was quite normal for you two.

“alright, shut up. i’m trying to finish this.”

“alright, fine.” you could hear his playful pout through his words.

you collected a few of the clips on your one hand, picking up the ones you were going to use with the other. you grabbed one and secured it near the braid and did this again and again all over his hair. soon enough, his hair was filled with so many colors of fascinating butterflies and you loved it. it was so pretty and colorful. you stood up and went in front of george to adjust the little strands of hair that was on his face. george just sat there, a bit confused but with a huge smile on his face as he saw how focused you were. he found you stunning.

“merlin, you’re beautiful.” he whispered suddenly under his breath but even if he didn’t want it to be, it was loud enough for you to hear.

“what?” you asked, a slight blush creeping on your cheeks. you heard the words he said very clearly, you were just in disbelief. did i hear that right? did he just call me beautiful? i mean he has done that before but this seemed- i don’t know, sincere. these thoughts have been running through your head. does he like me back? no, he’s probably just being nice. right?

“er- the moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?” he stumbled with his words a bit, contemplating whether or not to tell you what he actually thought.

“oh- yeah, it always does.” you answered, a bit disappointed and bemused. you thought you heard him right the first time but you figured it was just your mind messing with you. trying to make you happy and distract you from the fact that he will never like you back. that’s what you thought. you tried your best to brush all of this off but it wasn’t exactly working.

“well, we’re done.”

“finally, that took forever.”

“please don’t start this again.” he chuckled as you said this to him, sighing.

“yeah, yeah alright. i won’t.” he smiled at you and examined your face for a while. your features were refined under the shine of the moonlight that reflected through the open window. you did the same to him, staring at his chocolate brown eyes that glimmered so gracefully. you swore that you felt the space between you two grow smaller and you weren’t against it but you suddenly became aware of what you were doing and decided to snap out of it.

“anyways, c’mon. let’s go look in the mirror.” you stood up and held your hand out, gesturing for him to hold on to it. he abruptly broke out of his trance and grabbed it as he let you carry him up. you then lead him to the mirror in your dorm which was right next to the large bronze arch window. he looked at the mirror and smiled.

“wow, i look cute.” you laughed at this and looked at him though the mirror. he did look cute. so cute. you noticed a strand of his hair standing up so you reached out to it and straightened it out. it was george’s turn to look at you in the mirror. he thought that the way you did everything gently was so telling to your personality. you may be a fierce person but you had a good heart. you stood up against anything that you knew was wrong and you stayed loyal to your loved ones. even though you’re all of these, you were very kind and caring. you had a soft spot. specifically for george.

he turned his head towards you and stared at you. you looked back at him confused.

“what?” you chuckled quite nervously, starting to get self-conscious. you thought there was something on your face so you put your hand up to it and felt around.

“no, don’t do that. there’s nothing on your face.” he said calmly, grabbing your hand away from your face softly.

“then why are you staring at me like that?”

“because.” he hesitated a bit but decided that his feelings were kept for way too long and that now was the chance. “you look gorgeous.”

you thought you were surprised when you misheard that from him earlier but now, you really were. though, you still felt as if he was just being nice to you after you fixed his hair up for him. you decided to act calm and ‘play his little game’.

“thank you, georgie. you look dazzling as well.” you laughed as you turned around to head back to your bed.

“no, y/n. i’m serious.” he said to you, wanting you to listen carefully. serious? what does he mean by serious? you heard him take a deep breath before saying,

“look, okay. y/n, i have liked you ever since i first met you.” you were taken aback. were you hearing this right? if it was another trick your brain was playing on you, you didn’t like it. you’ve had enough of its little lies. but it wasn’t a lie. your brain didn’t make it up. it was true.

“when i first saw you on that train, i thought that you were the most beautiful being that i’ve ever seen walk on this earth. i always thought that you were perfect. i mean, you are so amazing, how could anyone not like you? but when you defended fred and i when we did that prank and when you did it again and again, i knew i was in love with you.” george said with so much passion and sincerity. you stood there in shock, trying to process what you just heard.

“i know it all came so suddenly but i’ve felt that way for a long time now and i just needed to take it off my chest.” you looked at him and smiled. so wide that your cheeks were hurting.

“i love you too, georgie. ever since you helped me on that charms homework that i stressed so much about.” you finally spit it out. you were proud of yourself. and george was pleasantly surprised.

“really?”

“yeah.” you both chuckled at your obliviousness. the thing you both feared the most from happening didn’t happen. you were filled with joy at that moment. that was until he grabbed your hand and walked closer to you. you knew what was gonna happen and of course, you were happy about it but you were nervous. he leaned closer to you to the point where your foreheads touched.

“can i kiss you?” he wanted to make sure that you were okay with it. and you were. you took a deep breath in,

“yes.” that was when you felt your lips touch one another’s. it was that moment when you felt like you were in heaven. like it wasn’t real. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. your lips moved together slowly and fireworks erupted in your heart. you felt butterflies in your stomach. you could taste the strawberry flavor of the lipgloss as you kissed him. you continued doing so with so much love that you didn’t hear the door open.

“oh, dear. sorry for disturbing you.”

“yeah, we’ll just give you privacy.” said two very familiar voices. this caught both you and george in surprise, breaking off the kiss.

“luna, padma, cho. i’m so sorry.” you apologized, feeling shy around your dorm mates for the first time in a while.

“oh, no. it’s alright. it’s our fault.” padma said, slightly smirking.

“we’re happy for you, though!” luna replied in her soft and soothing voice that you loved. both you and george just smiled sheepishly.

“anyways, we’ll get on going.” cho said, breaking off the tension. as your beloved dorm mates left the room, padma winked at you as the others giggled.

“that was interesting.” george smiled.

“yeah.” you bowed your head down trying to hide the clear embarrassment on your face. george lifted your chin and grabbed your face softly, kissing you one more time.

“jeez, do you already miss my lips?”

“i’m gonna be completely honest, yeah. they taste good.” you laughed loudly at this.

“yours did as well. it was probably just the lipgloss.”

“oh, yeah. right, forgot i was still wearing that.”you both laughed and kissed one last time before happily walking out your dorm hand in hand. needless to say, this relationship is the cutest and most chaotic thing anyone at hogwarts has ever seen.

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ending a/n: yay!! i finally finished this fic. it’s very simple concept but i loved it ‘cause it was adorable. i really hope you enjoyed and i hope that you have a great day! mwah!

i’ll be tagging some people who i think would be interested in this (sorry for bothering youdhdj): @georgeweasley19 @audreysmusings @lunalovecroft @boneyw @quadrupledeckertaco @krasivayadarling @cedwardcullen

#george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n #george weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfictions #harry potter #sofia’s writing #let’s all be honest my writing isn’t goodjdjjd #but it’s pretty fun and i love that #this is pretty long idk #let’s see if this makes any sense when i wake up tomorrow #george weasley oneshot #george weasley fluff #george weasley #georgie <3

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mtc-4life · 2 years

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Ok! I have an idea for a request. Feel free to say no. It might seem stupid of me, but anyway... Nemu was, is, a very important piece of Samatoki's life and heart. He would do just about anything and everything for her. And, to me anyway, because of their abuse filled childhood, I think he would do everything possible to make the holidays special for Nemu. So, I guess you could probably call this one a sequel, but what would that first Christmas be like after that meeting in Jyuto's apartment? Could you please write something around that idea?? Thank you in advance!

｡ﾟ･ Christmas with Nemu - Samatoki Imagine ･｡ﾟ

✩ Genre: fluff ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

✩ This post is a sequel of this story in which Samatoki reconciliates with Nemu.

☆ Author's notes: Don't even know how I managed to write this in time for Christmas but here we are. Hope you guys like it and happy holidays!

- Aren’t you done yet? – Samatoki inquired, his hands covered with flour.

- Almost there… – she said, stretching her arm to place the star on top of the Christmas tree – Done!

Nemu took a few steps back, standing next to her brother to contemplate her finished work.

- Good job! It looks great! – Samatoki said smiling.

With the Christmas tree colorfully decorated, the place was finally ready for holiday season.

This was the first Christmas the two siblings would be celebrating together after their reconciliation.

Samatoki’s house had been adorned long before, but given how much his sister loved decorating the Christmas tree, he had undone the preparations before her arrival.

It was a little troublesome to put everything back inside their respective boxes, but her evident joy was worth the effort.

- Now… since everything has been set up, there is only one thing missing… - Samatoki said mischievously.

- And what is it? – she asked curiously.

- My gift, of course!

- It’s not the time for that yet! And don’t you even try to find it! It’s a surprise!

- Surprise, you say…

- Yes, you have to wait until midnight to find out what it is.

- So you’re not telling me?

- Nope – Nemu replied with a devilish grin.

- Then… what if I do… this!

Before Nemu could avoid it, Samatoki jumped in her direction, tickling her belly with his fingers.

Nemu started giggling uncontrollably:

- That’s… not… fair! – she replied laughing.

Samatoki stopped tickling her as he himself couldn’t stop giggling.

After catching some breath, he looked inside her eyes, begging for an answer.

But Nemu wasn’t going to give in:

- No, I’m not telling you what it is – his sister proclaimed.

- Okay, okay… guess I lost this time – he said, raising his hands in defeat.

Samatoki didn’t start this to get an answer anyway.

He simply loved the sweet bantering between him and his beloved sister, the sort of thing they used to do as kids that brought some fun to ordinary activities. Even as they both grew up, he would always find a way of occasionally teasing her.

Samatoki missed that deeply. The years apart took away from him the joyful moments they could've had together.

However, this Christmas everything would be different.

Nemu was finally back.

And Samatoki was ready to enjoy the time with her as much as he could:

- So, since my dear sister won’t give me any hint about my Christmas gift, will she please do me a favor and help me baking cookies?

- You don’t even have to ask for it – she said, walking towards the kitchen – someone gotta clean this mess after all.

- Oops. Sorry about that – Samatoki replied embarrassed.

Nemu chuckled, messing up with his hair:

- I guess some things never change. Now, where have you stopped?

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songficsbyrissi · 3 years

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You’re Mines Still (Erik X Reader)

“They say time heals She can't see her life without me, she's so blind still Fuck that nigga, you can tell him that you're mines still” - Yung Bleu feat. Drake

A/N: heyyyy y’all! Back from the dead again! 🤣 here to drop my shit and dip as always. I’m trying to stop that, I swear. Hennyways, I wanna put a disclaimer here: I have nothing against MBJ. I couldn’t care less about the nigga but I thought it’ll be interesting to have this nigga as the boyfriend, instead of making a character up in contrast to Erik. I think it’s perfect because I’m pretty sure they’re two completely different niggas. And I know “mines” isn’t proper English but I’m going with the title of the song so don’t start with me 😂😂😂 Aight imma let y’all read lol. Hope you enjoy it!

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You were doing it again.

You found yourself observing your boyfriend Michael, and comparing him to your ex, Erik. Right now, Michael came into the kitchen and gave you a swift kiss on the cheek to say good morning. It was sweet and nice but Erik would’ve grabbed you by the waist, pulled you in for a long, juicy kiss, followed by a smack on the ass. You found yourself low-key missing that, but you moved on so you had to let that go.

“Michael?”

“Yes, cookie?”

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes. It was a cute nickname, but ever since you told him your favorite dessert was chocolate chip cookies, here this nigga go, making it your nickname.

You shook your head. “Never mind.”

“You seem so distant, babe. What’s on your mind?” He asked from his seat at the table.

You avoided eye contact with him. “Nothing. I’ve just been tired.”

He snorted at this. “It’s because you work too much. I told you to chill.” He got up from the table and kissed you on the cheek. “Alright, I’ll see you later. I gotta go to the office.”

“Bye.” You said faintly as he walked out of the door. That was another thing. Erik could tell when something was bothering you and knew you avoided eye contact when you were lying. Michael just let anything you tell him slide. At this point, you could have a gunshot wound in your stomach and tell him you were fine and he’ll believe it.

You sighed deeply and got your things together so you could go back to your place. Michael asked you to move in with him, but you knew you weren’t ready for that. Not with him.

On your way to your apartment, you remembered you needed to do some grocery shopping, so you pulled up to the supermarket and pulled out your list of essentials on your notes app. The supermarket wasn’t too busy, thank God. You were able to weave back and forth through the aisles with ease. You got to the soup aisle and the broth you needed was all the way on the top shelf. You looked to the side to make sure no one would see you embarrass yourself. Before you could climb, a man’s arm reached up, grabbed the carton of broth, and handed it to you.

You smiled softly. “Thank you so much. I was about to embarrass myself climbing this shelf.”

“I could see that.” The man replied in a familiar voice that caused you to break your neck to look at him.

“Erik....” you breathed nervously once your eyes fell on him. He was still fine as always. The day you run into him, he would be wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. An outfit that gets any girl’s faucet running. You wanted to sneak a glance, but you stopped yourself because you knew he would catch it.

He licked his bottom lip and looked you up and down. Damn him.

“Hey ma...it’s been a while.”

You nodded, looking down at your shopping cart. “Yeah, it has....”

“You still fine as hell.” Erik cracked a smirk and you were getting more and more nervous under his gaze. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You decided to breathe and ignore his statement. “How have you been, Erik?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, which something he always did when he was nervous. Holy shit, he was nervous around you. Why did that bring a pang of joy into your heart?

“I’ve been chilling. I'm still an architect. Still designing houses and getting people to buy them. It’s been aight. I’ve been successful.”

You gave him a genuine smile. “That’s good. I’m glad everything is going good in your career.”

“Yeah, it is. If only you were with me to see it all.”

You sighed deeply, shaking your head. “Erik-“

“I should’ve never let you go, Y/N. You were a good ass woman and you motivated me. I know I messed up but-“

“Erik, I’m kinda seeing someone else right now.” You spat out, preventing him from continuing the monologue he had going. He seemed taken aback by your outburst. Then came denial, anger, sadness, and acceptance all on his face.

“I’m sorry, Erik but I have a new boyfriend now. His name is Michael and he’s great. I figured you should know that.”

Erik let out a dry laugh in response and held his hands up in defense. “Yeah, you know what? I should’ve. A woman like you, of course, a nigga gonna snatch you up. That’s my fault. I hope he treats you well.”

“He does.” You swallowed hard and pushed your cart forward. “You take care of yourself, Erik. I’ll see you around.”

You didn’t wait for a reply. You just continued pushing until you heard his voice.

“You too, Princess.”

You stopped in your tracks for a bit, hearing that nickname for the first time in forever but you continued on your journey, refusing to look back at your ex.

You wrapped up your grocery store trip and went home. Even while you were cooking for your new man, Erik was still on your mind. You couldn’t help but think about all the times you had with him. One memory came back to you and you cringed. The night you two broke up.

“All you can think about are these damn houses! What about our house, Erik?!?!” You screamed coming closer to him, with your fists clenched. “What about all the shit you promised me?!”

“You’re still getting it, Princess! I promise!” He tried to pull you in a hug, but you pushed him away. All you saw was red. You didn’t want him touching you. You stuck a finger in his face.

“Bullshit! I’m tired of your empty-ass promises! I’m better than this! I’m better just being your damn girlfriend for all these years! It’s either you’re wanna be with me forever or you don’t! It’s that simple!”

Erik gathered up all the anger building to yell back. “No! It ain’t that simple! You just don’t get it.” Your angry demeanor softened at his words and you took a seat on the leather sofa. You wanted to cry because this shit was so fucking frustrating. You looked up at him with all the sincerity you could muster.

“Help me get it, Erik. Please. Because I just don’t.”

Erik took your trembling hands into his larger hands. “I just...I just don’t see myself as your husband right now. I got a lot of shit to work out before I can make that type of commitment to you, ma. I just need you to understand that and stick with me. I’m not saying it’s never going to happen. I’m just saying now’s not the right time.”

As much as you tried to prevent it, it happened. Tears were rolling down your cheeks. Erik began wiping them off, but you backed away.

“You keep saying that. When is the right time, huh? When?” You asked then sneered once you saw that once again, he couldn’t supply you an answer. “Just admit it, Erik. You don’t want to marry me. You don’t want to get a house with me, you don’t want to have kids with me. You don’t...” you swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to say this. “You don’t want forever with me. Now I get it.”

Erik shook his head vigorously as you rose from the sofa and he grabbed your hand. “No, baby girl! You’re not getting it! I love you! I love you so much! Please!”

You used your free hand to wipe some more of your tears. “You don’t love me the way I love you, Erik. I’ve been dying to be your wife, but you don’t want to be my husband. So I’m not gonna waste time with you when I can find someone who will.”

You released yourself from the grip he had on you, both figuratively and literally, and packed all your shit up. Despite the protests and guilt-tripping coming from Erik, you still made it your mission to get the fuck out of his apartment and get the fuck out of his life.

After mourning and healing from the loss of your long-term relationship, you met Michael. He was a nice man who looked similar to Erik but was completely different, personality-wise. Your friends noticed how much Michael looked like Erik, but they decided not to bring it up because they knew you would deny it. You were in denial, convinced it was all a coincidence. Deep down, you knew damn well he looked like Erik.

However, he was nothing like him and you thought that would work out in your favor. It didn’t.

You laid wide awake in Michael’s bed. He fell asleep after one round of sex and you were not satisfied. The sex was good, but one round??? Erik used to go at least 3 a night. Erik also would spoon, but Michael was turned away from you, snoring away. Your phone buzzed on your nightstand and you picked it up to see a text from your ex. You sat up in shock and opened it.

Erik:

Ik I shouldn’t b but I can’t stop thinkin bout u. I never stopped.

You took a deep breath and fixed your thumbs to respond.

You:

I’m with someone else, Erik. U gotta respect that.

Erik:

I do I just don’t like it. Can we at least be friends?

You contemplated your answer, then constructed a text back.

You:

Fine. We’ll be friends.

Erik:

With benefits? 👀

This caused you to stifle a laugh that would’ve been loud enough to wake up your boyfriend.

You:

Lmao no! Just friends, Erik.

Erik:

Lol I’ll take what I can get. Good night, Princess ❤️

After that last text, you were smiling yourself to sleep. It didn’t take long for Erik to invite you to group outings with mutual friends to eventually just you and him. It felt wrong but felt so right at the same time. You were alone in Michael’s apartment once again when Erik hit you up asking if you would like to see a house he built that was being pulled off the market. You agreed since you had nothing else to do. It’s just a house.

Needless to say, The house was gorgeous.

“Shittttt look at this fucking closet!” You cooed, entering the large walk-in closet in the master bedroom, and turned around to look at Erik with an enormous smile on your face. “Erik! You did that shit! This is my dream house! If I had the money, I would buy it right now!”

Erik chuckled with his arms folded. “It’s already bought, Princess.”

You scrunched up your face in disappointment as you stood against the marble island table in the middle of the room. “Ughh for real? I bet they don’t even like it like that!”

“Nah...I do.” He walked up to you slowly.

It didn’t click for your slow ass what he just said. “Of course you like it. You designed it.”

“Nah, we designed it.”

A record scratch went off in your head and you turned to see Erik right next to you. You gazed into his eyes to see an emotion you couldn’t describe. He saw confusion in yours.

“You ain’t noticed how this house is exactly your dream house? Everything you wanted in a house is right here. Baby girl, after you left me, all I could think about you and us and how I fucked us up. I was designing other houses and buildings, but there’s one that was most important to me that I never focused on and that was ours. I remembered our discussions and you didn’t know it, but I took notes of everything we wanted in a house. I finally had the motivation to get it designed, built, and bought.”

Erik built a house for you. He actually listened to you. Even when you thought he wasn’t, he was listening to every detail of what you wanted. You had so many questions to ask, but you were speechless. What were you supposed to say to this?

“I don’t want you to think I was on some creepy nigga shit because I wasn’t. It’s just that this design was gonna go to waste and I was going to let them sell it to the highest bidder, but I just couldn’t. This house was the last piece of you I had left. If I sold it, it was like me officially giving up on the possibility of us. I still had that hope. I’m a stupid ass nigga, I know.”

Your right hand grasped his left hand and he finally spared you a glance to see unshed tears in your eyes.

“I wanted this....from you....for so long. For so long! Why are you giving it to me now?! When I have someone else?!” You threw his hand out of frustration and exited the closet. You didn’t make it far. You just went into the master bedroom and cried your eyes out. You waited so long for this and he’s giving it to you now? When Michael was in the picture? Well, It’s too damn late.

Erik got on his knees and grasped your knees. You stared at him through the tears in your eyes.

“I know you’re building a life with this nigga, but stop. Stop that shit. You know he ain’t the one for you. Fuck that nigga. You’re mines still.” Erik was pleading with you. He began to shed a tear. Holy shit, he meant every word. “Baby, I’m on my knees. Take me back.”

Your ex began planting tender kisses on your knees and traveled up to your thighs, still holding you. Your heart raced at his actions, but you didn’t want him to stop. You missed him. You missed him so damn much. As much as you tried to lie to yourself, you still loved him.

“Erik, get up.”

He obeyed and you took his face in your hands, caressing the sides.

“You’re such a fucking manipulative motherfucker and I hate that I love you so fucking much.”

Erik took your hands into his and kissed the insides. “I ain’t trying to manipulate you, baby. I swear I’m not. I love you and I just wanted you to know that I heard you. You just wanted a nigga to show you that he was serious about you. I get it. While you were gone, I focused on myself and fixed myself because I admit I was dragging my ass with doing that while we were together. It was because I thought you were here to stay so I had all the time in the world to get my shit together. When you left, I saw that I was wrong. I was wrong as fuck.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him keep talking.

“I love you, baby. All I’m asking for is a second chance to make this right, but if you say no, I’ll sell this house and leave you alone for good. I swear on my Pops’ grave, I’ll leave you the fuck alone, Y/N.” His words were so heartfelt. “I don’t wanna go unless you make me.”

You were hyperventilating through your tears, then a smile formed across your face. “Erik, I love you. I love you so much, baby.”

Erik tackled you with frequent kisses on your lips and it turned into a whole passionate make-out session. He planted kisses all over your neck while he unbuttoned your blouse and you could feel his hard dick through his pants.

“Fuck. I missed this. I missed us.” You breathed when his lips met yours, once again.

“I missed us too, baby.” Erik rested his forehead against yours and stared into your eyes with so much love. “Be my wife.”

You backed away from him and furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“You heard me. Marry me, baby. I don’t wanna waste any more time.” He saw the look on your face and his joyful expression turned somber. “You don’t want to marry me?”

You shook your head. “It’s not that, Erik. I always wanted to but just because we getting back together doesn’t mean I wanna rush into a marriage. We gotta fix us first. We can’t even fix us right now because I still have to break up with Michael.”

Erik put a hand through his hands and blew air out of his mouth. “You right.”

“And the way you asked sucked.” You deadpanned but found yourself laughing afterward and he face palmed himself. “Seriously? After all this time, I deserve a better proposal than that.”

Erik chuckled and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “You right. Once again. Imma do better.”

And when he said he would do better, you knew he wasn’t just talking about the proposal.

“You better. I ain’t giving you a third chance. This ain’t baseball!”

This caused him to guffaw, pull you into a tight, loving embrace, and kissed you once again. He had a grin on his face that rivaled the Cheshire cat.

“You’re mines still,” Erik said as a statement and a question.

“Yep. I never stopped being yours, baby boy.”

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