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tatsumessy · 1 year

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~ op men and their pregnant wife: she’s mad at them - series ~

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pairings: Sanji, Zoro, Shanks

warnings: misunderstandings, kissing,

theme: angst - fluff

synopsis: op men doing things to make you upset.

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Sanji all day had been in the kitchen ignoring you for some reason. He was gone when you woke up this morning and every time you tried to talk to him about something he would walk out the room or start a conversation with someone else.

You found out you were four months pregnant a month ago from Chopper who urged you to tell Sanji immediately but every time you tried the timing wasn’t right. But today you felt the need to finally just tell him.

You were all sitting at dinner together and being as petty as he was Sanji sat in between Robin and Nami, you just couldn’t stop them. Your tears started to fall, you dropped your fork out of shook while trying to clean your face but it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Oh no, what’s wrong Y/n? I get it, Sanjis food makes me want to cry sometimes too.” Luffy said stuffing his face with the food that you didn’t eat, Sanji looked like his was ready to jump up and fight Luffy but you just smiled. “Is it the baby?” Chopper whispered in your ear but being the reindeer that he is everyone heard what he said.

“I-I’m sorry Sanji if I upset you.” You wiped your face while standing up and excusing yourself out of the kitchen to go downstairs below deck by the fish tank. The one place that could calm you down, even though you apologized you were even more pissed off than you were sad.

Everyone was still sitting at the table at a stand still except for Luffy of course. He wasn’t maying attention and was only eating but Tobin spoke up out of curiosity. “I’ve been noticing something’s with her lately, like the lack of skin she’s been showing, so it’s because of a baby? Huh. Makes sense.”

Are you that bad of a girlfriend that even the sweetest man on the earth could be upset with you? More tears fell as you cried into yourself while keeping your arms wrapped around your stomach. Footsteps could be heard infront of you but you couldn’t be bothered to look at him, you knew exactly who it was.

His arms pulled you forcefully into his chest as he placed a long kiss on your forehead. “Let me go.” You said trying to pry yourself away from him but he wouldn’t listen, you were to weak from crying and not eating as much as you should’ve for two people. “No, Y/n I’m sorry. I overheard a conversation between you and Luffy last night and I was just so upset with myself that I chose to be petty and ignore you.”

You pushed away from him looking at him with confusion, the conversation you had with Luffy last night was over food. Sanji had made you a snack before going to take a shower and Luffy was trying to eat it, he kept clinging onto you and you said, “I don’t need a clingy man on me.” Sanji is naturally clingy so when he overheard you saying this to Luffy he took it the wrong way.

After explaining that to each other you both say there staring at each other until you started crying once again. Sanji started freaking out once you punched him in his arm. “I thought I really did something to make you mad at me, why would you ignore me l-like that-t.” You whined into his chest as he sat there trying to calm you down, he knew it was the hormones causing you to cry like this but it was still a hard sight to look at.

“I’m sorry my love.” He apologized once again and sat there with you until you fell asleep. He picked you up and brought you back into your shared room so the both of you could go to sleep cuddling each other.

“YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE OF A HUSBAND, FATHER, EVERYTHING ABOVE YOU PIECE OF SHIT.” You yelled at Zoro who stood there with his arms crossed with an annoyed expression on his face.

“I NEVER SAID I WANTED TO BE A FATHER IN THE FIRST PLACE, NOR DID I WANT TO GET MARRIED!” He yelled back, everyone on the ship stood there frozen at what he said. You could already feel the tears brimming in your eyes so before anyone could see you break down you used your devil fruit powers to get off the ship.

You disappeared into town trying to find a place to hide and just opted on sitting on a wooden crate box in the back of an alleyway. Because of how big your stomach was you weighed more than the box could handle and it broke causing you to fall onto the ground. The broken wood pieces scratched at your body but that wasn’t what hurt the most, it was what Zoro said to you.

When you think about it Zoro wasn’t fond of being in a relationship with you either, you wonder why he even married you in the first place. Maybe it’s best if you just leave him to do what he wants, to be free. Just to disappear, maybe he’ll be happy if you do that. The log pose already reset so you were supposed to be leaving an hour ago, maybe they left already which would’ve benefited all of them really.

Not to have a pregnant crybaby on the ship. Thinking back on your argument more tears started to form and as they fell so did heavy rain. You were getting soaked but at least with this you can mask how hard you were crying. You basically forced Zoro into a relationship with you and now he was finally telling you that he wanted an out.

You fell in love with him but i guess he just felt sorry for you. The only thing that could be heard throughout the town was the heavy rain and a group of people yelling loudly. It was your crew, they were looking for you.

The rain was getting heavier and before you knew it your body was over exhausted and you passed out. When you woke up you were in a room and just from hearing the rain outside you were asleep for a few minutes to an hour.

Chopper had run back into the room with a bowl of warm water, he placed a wet towel on your forehead breathing heavily. “Y/n, please wake up. The rain was so heavy when I found you, I brought you to the nearest building to take care of you. You have a high fever and this may prove bad to the baby. If you don’t wake u-” you shifted under the blanket and chopper yelled out in happiness.

“We need to get you back to the ship now.” He said helping you stand up, you were still in a pained daze as he changed into a form to where you could lay on his back. He placed a blanket over you and sprinted back to the ship.

You still got soaked through the blanket as you both arrived on the ship, he took you straight to his office to get your fever down. “Sanji, can you bring some soup for Y/n for when she wakes up.” He immediately started cooking something to your liking, when you finally woke back up Chopper forced you to take some prenatal medicine then forced you to eat something.

“Thank you Chopper. Do you think I could speak with Luffy?” He nodded and ran to go get their captain, Luffy showed up worried for you condition but faltered when he saw your expression. The bowl of soup laid in your lap as you looked up at him with teary eyes. “I think it’s my time to go Luffy.” “What?” He asked in confusion.

“With me about to have a baby and being useless for your crew-” Luffy gripped your shoulders urging you to look at him. “DON’T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT. YOU ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO OUR CREW AND EVERYONE WANTS YOU HERE. Just because you’re having a baby doesn’t mean that you’re going to be discarded like trash. We all have been looking forward to a new addition to our crew, Zoro is just a dumbass who says the wrong things at the wrong times.”

He smiled wiping your tears with his shirt before pulling you into a hug. This was the first time Luffy was serious with you so you knew he meant every word he said. That still didn’t change the fact that Zoro definitely meant what he said. Luffy stayed with you while you ate the rest of your soup talking with you about random things.

Chopper advised you to stay in his office so that he could check on you for the next couple of days and as you laid on your side reading a book the door opened. Thinking it was Chopper you ignored it but the large hand that rubbed the back of your thigh grabbed your attention.

“Y/n, I don’t expect you to talk to me but atleast listen to what I have to say.” You closed the book and set it down back where it was on Choppers desk, closing your eyes you laid there waiting for him to speak. “I love you.” He could see you visibly flinch at his words, “I know I don’t say it much but I do love you. I mean how can I not love you, I can’t even imagine my life without you in it now. Every decision I make I always think about how it’ll affect you.”

He paused and watched as you sat up leaning you back against the wall. Your eyes stayed closed but your arms were crossed over your chest. “I’m scared to have a child right now. We’re pirates always on the move on a ship, I’m still weak in many ways and I fear that I can’t protect the both of you. I’m sorry for what I said, I really didn’t mean it.” He looked down at your lap but your grip on his chin made him look at you.

“You are not weak. I don’t understand why you would even say something like that. I’ve never doubted you for a second in the field. Whose the one with devil fruit powers? Me, I can protect myself even if you weren’t here. But we are a team that’s why I know I can count on you to protect me whenever I need you. But this baby has the both of us as her parents and a whole family who loves them with everything they have. I love you Roronora Zoro.”

You were sitting on the deck in your sundress waiting for your husband to come out from below deck. It was your five year anniversary and Shanks promised to take you out on a date and to make the day feel special but as he walked out with your crew mates drunk on end you realized what was going on.

He forgot. He walked over to you dropping onto his knees and kissing your stomach while laughing, “Why are you so dressed up sweets?” You looked at him with an annoyed confused expression, “Are you serious right now Shanks.” He smiled wondering what you were talking about.

“Babe what is it?” He asked as you stood up walking back inside to your shared room, you locked the door behind yourself and changed into some more comfortable clothes. A knock at the door was heard and Shanks was asking for you to open the door for him but you ignored him and stayed laying in bed while reading a book.

You wanted to go on that date before being put on bed rest but he just had to ruin it, especially on your anniversary. He forgot and was acting childish in a situation you wanted him to be serious in. For a week you ignored him only letting the doctor in on his orders, “How long are you going to keep your husband looking like a puppy dog who lost his bone?” “Cause he did. He promised to take a day out for me for our anniversary, usually I let things like this slide but not this time.” You replied leaning back into the pillow as he checked your stomach making sure the baby was okay.

“Don’t leave him waiting for too long, he might bring the mood of the whole crew down.” He smiled leaving the room and you just laid there forgetting to lock the door, while reading there was a knock and you thought it was the doctor so you allowed for him to come in. It was Shanks, he jumped on the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist as his head laid on your stomach.

“Sweets I’m sorry. I promise I had the whole day planned out but then the guys brought on some new sake and I got distracted. I’ll admit I was in the wrong.” You rolled your eyes at his confession, he saw that and made a fake sad face while pressing his body against yours.

“Don’t do this to me. You know I don’t like it when your mad at me.” You scoffed as he tried to lean in for a kiss but you pushed his face away with the book, “You get nothing, it’s a fair deal. I got nothing you get nothing. Now go.” He started pouting and whether you wanted too or not he grabbed the book and threw it on the ground then interlocked his fingers with yours while attacking your face with kisses.

Giving in you started smiling and ended up giving him the kiss he’d been wanting for days. “I’m really sorry sweets, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” “Mhm sure mister emperor.” He gasped, “I thought I was your husband…”

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butterfliesandwintering · 1 month

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Blind Items - Pt 1

Cillian Murphy x Y/N

Authors Note: The POV changes from all knowing to Y/N’s pop because it feels more natural. I know it’s weird, but I hope you can still enjoy this! The prologue for this series can be found as well, and I recommend you read that first! This is in no way the real Cillian Murphy! Totally fictional! All feedback is welcomed! Enjoy!

Blind Items - Prologue

Summary: Y/N is an artist performing at Chritopher Nolan's new movie premier party. There are many famous actors there, Y/N has only one person she wants to meet, Cillian Murphy, the lead actor of the movie.

Word Count: 1641

Blind Item #1

This A- artist who performed at the exclusive movie premier party could have gone home with anyone, but apparently she chose to take home the much older, leading actor of the new movie.

Allegedly: Y/N, Cillian Murphy

Blind Item #2

This actor of our time was flirting hard with the performer of the night at the Christopher Nolan’s new movie’s exclusive party. But allegedly, he didn’t get to take the artist home though.

Allegedly: Timothee Chalamet, Y/N

Blind Item #3

This actress who’d been seen in many A list films lately was very upset since the guy who she had been allegedly been hooking up with, was flirting hard core with another woman right in front of her.

Allegedly: Florence Pugh, Timothee Chalamet, Y/N

I found myself from the smoking area of the venue. The LA night’s weather was just perfect. I had finished the first gin and tonic a while ago and was now drinking the next one that Timothee Chalamet had brought me. I guess he had overheard my first order and knew what to get me.

“I can’t believe we’ve never met before!” Said Timothee while taking a drag from his cigarette that he had borrowed from you. “We have so many mutual friends, it’s unbelievable” he went on. It was true me and Timothee were around the same age and we did hang out somewhat in the same circles, especially when in New York, but we had never met each other. “I know, it’s weird!” I said. “So when’s the next time you’re gonna be in New York?” He asked looking hopeful. “I actually don’t know, I’m gonna be here in LA for a bit now, and then I’m heading back to London” I said feeling a bit sorry because he clearly wanted to spend time with me. “Ohh, well when ever you’re in town, give me a call, will you?” Timothee said with a wink. “Let me give you my number” he said. I liked that he was so upfront and clearly flirting with me full on. I handed him my phone and he put his number in. He called himself so that he would have my number as well.

To be honest I wasn’t sure if I was interested in Timothee. I mean he is gorgeous and one of my favourite actors, but in all honesty, there was someone else even more interesting at this party…

Timothee was coming on to men it was clear. He kept touching my arm, saying flirty things. It didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, not at all. The opposite, it made me feel good, flattered and a bit hot to be honest. We were still in the smoking area talking when I felt eyes on me. I looked over Timothee’s shoulder and I saw Cillian looking right at me. Florence Pugh had joined me and Timothee and they were having a conversation about something I had lost interest in. My mind was somewhere else now. Cillian was standing there smoking a cigarette with some of his fellow actors.

I walked over to him. “I didn’t know you smoked in real life!” I say knowing he had smoked in multiple of his roles. “Only when I’ve had a few” he said with a wink. My cheeks went red immediately. He turned towards me, away from his friends. “How are you?” He asked, simply. “I’m good, how are you?” I said, not really knowing what else to say. I honestly didn’t know if he was truly interested in how I was, or if it was just for small talk. “Very good, now that I found you again” Flirting, he was flirting with me. “Well if you knew me, you would’ve known that I spend most parties in the smoking area” I said while lighting up a cigarette. “Well tell me more Y/N, I want to know you” he said. “What do you wanna know?” I said with a twinkle in my eye, feeling a bit more courageous myself. “Well, I told you why I smoke, why do you smoke?” He asked pointing his cigarette at mine. “I swear it’s my only bad habit” I confessed throwing my hands up in defence playfully. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that” he said and I could feel him eyeing me up and down.

We finished our cigarettes and Cillian asked me to join him at his table inside. Everyone else was either smoking, at the bar or dancing, no one was at the table but us. We talked like what felt like only a minute but it must’ve been more like an hour. It was very flirtatious, from both sides. He kept touching my leg and I enjoyed it. The conversation went from his recent roles and work to my latest album and everything in between.

“I hear you live in London?” He asked me, even though it was more like a statement. “Yes I do, where did you hear that from?” I asked him curiously. “I might’ve asked around about you” he admitted looking at his shoes, seemingly a bit embarrassed. “Oh I see, I’m sorry I didn’t catch the memo on that we were supposed to ask around about each other” I said now touching his leg lightly in return. “That’s okay, I can tell you everything you need to know, personally” he said with a grin. “I’d like that” I admitted.

I excused my self to go to the bathroom, but it was really to go and find my manager who was my closest friend at the party. I found her chatting with Christopher Nolan out of all people. “Do you have a minute?” I asked her pulling her away from her conversation. “Yeah, what’s up? Where have you been?” I told her about my conversations with Timothee and what was happening with Cillian. “Oh my God! That’s amazing” she said excitedly. “So what’s the problem?” She asked clearly seeing from my face that there was something wrong. “You know, I’ve had a low key crush on Cillian for a while, and in all honestly one of the reasons I wanted to do this show was so that I could finally meet him. But, the last time I heard he was married, and I DO NOT wanna get involved with a married man, I will not be the other woman, or just someone he hooks up at a party!” I said almost stumping my foot. I knew this crowd of people. It was so easy to be some A list actor’s one night stand while they were away from their family. And that was definitely not what I was looking for.

“I’m not saying I have to be his girlfriend, but I will not be just someone’s night stand” I continued, more assuring myself than my manager. Before she could answer Christopher joined the conversation. “You know Y/N, Cillian has been asking around about you after you were introduced” he said. “He seems to have a bit of a crush on you” he continued. I felt like Chris was Cillian’s wingman. “Oh, does he…” I said looking at my manager for some support. I tried to signal her to ask the right questions from Chris. “So… what’s his situation then? Is he involved at the moment?” My manager asked Chris. She was now playing my wingman. “Not that I know of, him and his wife got separated a couple of years ago and I believe they just filed for divorce a few months ago, but they haven’t been together in two years” That was all the information that I needed, and I really wanted to go and find Cillian again and continue our conversation but Chris kept talking and it would’ve been rude to leave now. “Of course he has had some brief relationships since then, but nothing too serious… but, I can tell you he’s really into you” Chris continued. “How do you know that?” I asked “Well first of all, he wanted to know everything about you after meeting you, he’s a great guy, you could do a lot worse” Chris said with a smile.

I went back inside to find Cillian, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to have a cigarette and headed over to the smoking area again. There were far less people there now, I checked the time and it was already 11 pm, I guess people started to head home or to the after party. Timothee came up to me again and we started talking about the after party. He invited me to go with him, but before I could answer I felt someone slightly pull my arm. I turned around and it was Cillian. I excused myself from Timothee and started walking with him to where there were no people around.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked and I was a bit shocked to be honest. I didn’t expect for him to be so frank, but it felt good. “Are you going to the after party?” I asked thinking he was now inviting me to go with him. “To be honest, I’m kind of done with parties for tonight, but if you want to I’d be more than happy to accompany you” he admitted looking a bit tired. “I agree with you on that one, I’m kinda done with parties too” I said. “But I would love to continue this night with you, if you want to ?” He said taking my hand into his. “I’d like that” I said blushing a bit again.

We walked hand in hand outside where the cars were waiting. “You mentioned you’ve never seen Goodfellas” he said remembering our earlier conversation about movies. “That’s right, do you know a place that shows it at this hours?” I asked doubtingly. “I know one, my hotel room” he said. I felt a bit torn. How do I make sure that I am not just a one night stand for this man? “Your hotel room?” I repeated. “Yeah, there’s also 24/7 room service and a great view over LA, and most importantly, there will be someone who wants to get to know you.” He said quietly, so that people around us waiting for their cars couldn’t hear us. I was sold. He wanted to get to know me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this strong of a connection to a person after only knowing them for a couple of hours. Despite of the signals he was giving me, I still doubted if he felt the same.

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smilingformoney · 4 months

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Rickmas 2023: Day 19. Hope | Severus/Persephone

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December 1978

The work for the Dark Lord didn’t stop for any holiday, not even Christmas.

Severus preferred it that way. He found no joy in Christmas anymore. He hadn’t for years, not since his mother - his only real family - had died. So when other Death Eaters were reluctant to carry out orders over Christmas for the sake of family time, Severus stepped up and volunteered to fill in for them, spending as much time as he could carrying out the Dark Lord’s orders.

Including, of course, his one main order: getting information from Persephone Payne. So when Christmas Day approached, he invited her over for Christmas Dinner, knowing as he did that she didn’t have family to go to. Whether they were estranged or dead, she’d never let slip, but Severus knew enough to know she’d be alone for Christmas.

The dinner mostly cooked itself, leaving Severus and Persephone time to sit on the sofa and drink their way through the bottle of mulled wine she’d brought over.

“So, your first post-Hogwarts Christmas. How have you been spending it?” she asked.

“I’ve hardly had time to think about it, I’ve been so busy with tasks for the Dark Lord. A lot of the others are spending time with family so I’ve been covering for them.”

“Is he okay with that? Surely he’d expect them to put him first?”

“He certainly wasn’t happy about it, but he knows raising the next generation of wizards is important, so nobody got crucioed. Especially when I said I’d pick up their slack. He seemed pleased that I was willing to put the cause first. Not that I’ve… got anything else to do at Christmas. I’m all alone here.”

Persephone snorted. “He’d get on well with my boss. Always gives me the Christmas assignments because he knows I’m the only one without a family. I’m glad you invited me over when you did, by the way - the next day he asked me to work today and I had an excuse to say no.”

“Glad I could help,” Severus laughed. “Sounds like your boss is worse than mine. At least he let me do what I want today.”

“And you chose to spend time with me?”

“Yes, of course! I remembered you said you don’t have family, so I thought we could be alone together.”

“Ha. Well, here’s to being alone together.” Persephone raised her glass and drank. “I have to admit, I miss Christmas at Hogwarts. Nothing beats the elves’ cooking. And I usually got the common room to myself - at least until you started staying behind too,” she said with a friendly nudge. “Shame we weren’t friends then.”

“I tried to talk to you,” Severus admitted, fidgeting slightly with the glass in his hand. “But I never had the courage.”

“Was that why you never thanked me for the hot chocolate?”

“…What?”

“The first Christmas you stayed back, I left you a hot chocolate and a note. You never said thanks, so I figured maybe you didn’t get it or you didn’t like it —“

“That was you?!” Severus frowned. “I thought - well, I don’t know what I thought. I didn’t recognise the handwriting. And… nobody knew about my mother. Only Slughorn and Lily.”

Persephone winced awkwardly. “I… may have overheard you telling Lily. And by overheard I mean eavesdropped.”

“But the hot chocolate — how did you know about the hot chocolate?”

“What do you mean? I just thought you’d like it.”

“With cinnamon? From the stall in Diagon Alley?”

“Well, yeah, that’s the best hot chocolate you can get.”

Severus sank back into the cushion, his mind spinning. The mystery of the hot chocolate that appeared on his bedside table that Christmas had always plagued him. Who had put it there, and how had they known about both his mother’s death and the significance of the hot chocolate? And all along it had been Persephone who left it, having overheard him telling Lily — and the hot chocolate was just a coincidence?

“My mother and I used to have that hot chocolate every year,” Severus admitted. “It was something of a tradition for us. Then she died and that very same hot chocolate appeared. I thought - but it was just you being… nice?”

“I know, me being nice is rare.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re always nice.”

“To you. I like you. Don’t like anyone else.”

“…Did anyone ever tell you that leaving hot drinks and mysterious notes next to a person’s bed is not the most efficient way of making friends?”

Persephone laughed, almost choking on her wine, and Severus smiled.

“So that’s why I don’t have any friends! What should I be doing instead? Leaving cold drinks?”

“Well, signing the note would be a good start. I’d have thanked you if I’d known it was you.”

“I was the only other Slytherin there, I thought it would be obvious it was me! Damn, we really did just keep missing each other at school, didn’t we? Lucky that we were both in the Leaky Cauldron last July, huh?”

“Yes, very lucky,” Severus lied. Luck had nothing to do with it. I was looking for you.

“You know, Severus, I… I haven’t enjoyed Christmas in a long time. But this… this is nice. Gives me hope, y’know? That people like you and me can still have merry Christmases.”

“People like us?”

“You know… people without families. I only ever feel lonely at Christmas.”

“…So do I,” Severus admitted. He’d been staring into the bottom of his now empty glass, but now he looked up at her, and she smiled a cautiously warm smile, one which set his heart aflutter.

“Can we do Christmas next year too?” he asked. “At yours, perhaps.”

“Yes! Yes, I’d like that. Even if we get married and end up with our own children, we should still see each other every Christmas. Make sure neither of us is lonely.”

“Deal.”

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December 2000

“Here they come…”

“Oh, no…”

The bedroom door swung open at exactly 5am, and Severus hid under the duvet.

“Dada’s not here,” he said firmly.

“Christmas! Christmas! Christmas!” Ariadne squealed excitedly as she and her twin sister jumped onto their parents’ bed.

“Christmas is cancelled. Dada’s going back to sleep.”

“No, Dada, wake up! Father Christmas put a million presents under the tree!”

“Get your sister up first. Jump on her while she’s asleep. That’s an order from Dada.”

Laughing rather maniacally for a two-year-old, Ariadne raced out of the room, followed by April, and through two walls Severus heard the girls screaming excitedly as they burst into their older sister’s room.

“Those two need to calm down. It’s only Christmas.”

“It’s their first proper Christmas, Sev! And it’s their birthday too, they’re excited. They were too young to understand it last year.”

Persephone rolled over, stretching, as if she’d just woken up serenely and the screaming, bouncing two-year-olds hadn’t bothered her. Then again, she was married to him, so surely nothing could faze her.

“No Grinch this year, you promised.”

Severus sighed. “I suppose. Besides, it’s hard not to enjoy Christmas when I have you.” He wrapped an arm around her, holding her in close, savouring the peace and her warmth until he had to get out of bed and face the chaos of the day.

“Christmases are going to be a lot more chaotic now with those two around.”

“Mmm… I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I’ll tell them you said that.”

“You will not.”

“Better get downstairs before me, then.”

“What - Sephy!”

But she was already up, waving her wand to dress herself; Severus jumped out of bed too, scrambling for his own wand, knowing he was doomed. But even so - being doomed to a happy life with the family he loved wasn’t so bad after all. If only his younger self had known where he’d end up, happy and safe and loved - it may well have given him hope.

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acourtofthought · 1 year

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It seems the Feysand Bonus Chapter is often overlooked in favor of the Azriel Bonus Chapter but there are still some very important points that don't get mentioned enough.

"Or what she'd said about her lingering trauma"

I feel like too much is made of Elain having hobbies and friends in the Night Court. I don't doubt she's trying to make the best of things but we're told right there that regardless of how it looks to the outside world, Elain is still struggling. Things are not quite so happy and perfect for her and that means when we get to her book, she's going to have more to overcome than which Male she'll end up with. There are some who feel Elain already has a great relationship with her sisters, has all the friends she'll need, hobbies, is completely over Graysen and is learning to become a spy through the wraiths and Az, and that's all apparently happened in someone else's book. To me that sounds like any possible trauma that could remain has been magicked away and her biggest internal battle will be her "forbidden" romance (which I don't find very forbidden at all).

"and while I might never run to Elain first with problems or for advice, we had a peaceful, amicable understanding. I found her to be a pleasant companion. I wonder if she'd resent that judgment, I certainly would."

It reminds me of another scene in SF. Feyre told Elain about the pregnancy only because Elain guessed. Feyre chose to share information with Nesta regarding the gender. Yes, she did it because Elain already knew about the baby but Elain didn't know because Feyre wanted to share the news, she found out by default. Just like Elain wasn't part of the ICs meeting when discussing the Trove, she showed up on her own to offer help. I think she overheard their conversation based on my theory that Elain is an Owl Shifter (they have excellent hearing) but regardless, no one seemed that concerned with including her in what was an important conversation. This all goes along with the fact that Feyre as well as others don't consider Elain their equal in a lot of ways. They like her but she's just part of the background. As long as she's safe & appears happy, they don't really seek her out.

"I didn't dare mention that if she had been wearing the enchanted gloves Lucien had gotten her last Solstice, nothing would have pierced them at all."

This seems like a flashing Neon Sign. We have Feyre talking about how a "stubborn rosebush" (Elain is often represented by roses and she's been extremely stubborn in getting to know Lucien) got the better of her and SJM just randomly decides to include this in order to remind us of a gift that Elain's Mate gave her nearly a year ago and how things would have turned out differently for Elain had she been willing to embrace that gift (cough, cough, Lucien).

"Let's focus on helping one sister before we start on the other." "Agreed," Rhys drawled.

Nesta finally got the help she needed in SF. A lot of that came from the work she did on herself, but also Gwyn, Emerie, Cassian, and whether you agree with their methods or not, Feyre and Rhys. No they weren't perfect in how they dealt with everything but I can't fault them for that when even Nesta didn't know what Nesta needed. The point is they wanted to help her and they did the best they knew how even if readers feel they made mistakes along the way.

What I thought was interesting is that in SF, Nesta's "rehab" came in the form of staying with and training with Cassian considering this conversation between Rhys and Cassian in the Novella:

“What about you?” I asked, pulling away after a moment. “Are you … happy?” Shadows darkened his hazel eyes. “I’m getting there.” A halfhearted answer. I’d HAVE TO WORK ON THAT, too. Perhaps there were THREADS TO BE PULLED, WOVEN TOGETHER.

There are a lot of phrases SJM uses for endgame couples, "something calmed", "something restless settled," a "spark" in their blood, soul or chest but what I found that seems exclusive to the Archeron sisters (unless I missed something somewhere) is their bonds are described as "threads".

Feysand: But there was a … thread,” I said. “A tether. (Feyre explaining her death to the Bone Carver. At this point she thinks the thread is the bargain between she and Rhys but Rhys later explains it was their Mating Bond - "In my desperation, I clung to that bond. Not the bargain—the bargain was nothing, the bargain was like a cobweb. But I grabbed that bond between us and I tugged ).

Nessian: The golden threads shimmered and sang.

He’d beheld the truth in her eyes on Solstice, when the mating bond had been like so much gold thread between their souls,

Elucien: “There’s a bond—it’s a real thread,” he said, more to himself than us.

In ACOMAF, Feyre notes seeing galaxies in Rhys's eyes and we also have him thinking of how he needs to "pull threads" and "weave them together" for his brother. At the end of SF, we have Cassian and Nesta together.

Fate seems to have chosen three sisters during a time when there are some major things happening in Prythian and its not a stretch to say that Feyre, Nesta, and Elain were meant to be a Key in whatever upcoming battles they'll all face. Amren suggests as much in ACOSF. Fate also chose Mates for them and while not every bond is a love match, if Fate was somehow involved in everything that's happened so far than I think the sisters accepting their Fates and Mates are key to fulfilling whatever destiny was laid out for them. While they are strong individually, they seem even more so with their Mate by their side. It seems Rhys was up to his usual behind the scenes antics with Nessian and now that they've "helped one sister" it would be time to help the next. It does make me wonder if Rhys will find a way to encourage another close proximity situation between Elain and Lucien.

Choice is always important but in an epic story, so is making the choice to accept and fulfill your Destiny.

#elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #elain and lucien #lucien x elain #acotar theory #sarah j maas #anti e/riel

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the-sharlyan-song · 3 months

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"Please help him" the Sharlayan laid bright lilies on the steps of Nophica's Altar. It had become a tradition of sorts now, and every time he came to Gridania now he stopped in this very spot and said a prayer for his Laurent. It was always a short one, with no names mentioned in case he was overheard. "Help him see I'll never leave him behind or alone."

Moons became other Moons, and days combined with days. He had found his first white tendril of hair just a few bells earlier, and his eyes looked more tired than usual as he watched the subtle breeze blow across the petals and threaten to send his gift spiraling off to the four corners of the Star. Normally when the Duskwight was in this mood he would just go and talk to his sister who would set him right as rain. She knew much about love and sadness but most of all she understood the worry that washed over a person when the person they couldn't imagine their life without was suddenly changed.

This time he chose to keep her out of things. He knew if she heard any of this she would put her own wedding on hold and stop her plans to go to Corethas with Clement and Kovalt, to be there at his side. Viviane had given enough of her life to others, it was time for his darling Sister to have her day in the Sun. She had gone through six Moons of Counseling in Ishgard with one of the Priests to help her with her troubles and in the days recently behind them he had seen such a change in her. Dimitri was happy for her, more than he expressed because his heart was so consumed by worry for his fiance. The worst part was she knew something was wrong he could see it in those expressive blue eyes as she looked at him, but like he had told Clement when the met by accident in the fall, Vi could not be brought into this. It was the longest that Dimitri had hidden anything from his Sister and he was on the edge of considering himself a liar at this point.

"He has served you and yours well." He murmured to the Altar, his hand coming to rest over a sigil he had begun to wear that bore Nophica's marking. He talked to her often now, and he had begun to believe. He had never been a man of faith, but now he would do everything he could to help Laurent, even going as far as to push away years of training about how the Twelve we not real, and perhaps they weren't in the corporeal sense, but every time the Sharlayan stood in front of this altar he felt the presence of Faith and Hope, and it stilled his mind for a little while.

"Remind him I love him." He murmured further, some nights were easier than others, but on this one tears sprung to his eyes and soon left crystalline paths cutting down over his normally pale cheeks. Tonight they were pink from the chill in the air, and he found himself wondering briefly if they would turn to ice on his face as they fell only to shatter under his feet.

"Please?" The word was a struggle "Help Him." Kneeling down he left a drawing of two men kissing near the flowers, their faces unfinished but one had short hair of blonde and the other a deep brown that curled down his back. Then he rose, wiped his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets so they wouldn't get cold on his walk.

Somewhere in Gridania that night a heart ached for its lover and it cried from all the uncertainty that one twist of fate had left on their path.

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 37

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 3016

Warnings: Allusions to sex, some swearing

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks. Also I know I used See You Again in another chapter but I couldn't resist using it for this one too.

Chapter Songs: Radioactive Heroes

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Juliette

For a while, she had slept. The rocking of the boat, the mental exhaustion from the rollercoaster of emotions she'd endured throughout the day, and the physical fatigue from the passionate rounds of reunion sex had knocked her out cold. She'd initially felt bad about making Rooster endure an hour of not being able to touch her at dinner, but Lord have mercy, was it worth it afterward.

Juliette turned her head to admire the man beside her. Dim moonlight danced across his tan skin and illuminated his brown eyes. Juliette frowned, propping herself up onto her elbow. "What's on your mind, Lieutenant?"

Rooster rolled onto his side to face her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Normally, I'd say yes, but I feel like this is going down a dangerous path."

"No, no, it's nothing- I mean, whatever you say, I'm not going to get mad."

"That's not helping."

"How'd you find out Maverick pulled my papers?"

The question took Juliette by surprise. Of all things she expected him to ask her, that hadn't even made the list. "What brought this up?"

"I realized I never asked you. I was just curious."

Juliette glanced down at Carole's ring, a habit she'd swiftly formed whenever she became nervous. "I heard voices in Dad's office, and curiosity got the better of me. I eavesdropped on him and discovered it was Mav. Once I realized what they were talking about, I left. I sat on the porch swing, replaying the conversation over and over in my head, wondering if there was any way I could've misconstrued it, but there wasn't. I knew what I heard. The decision to keep it a secret from you... I hated myself, Rooster."

"Jules-"

"No, it's- it's okay. Because I would've hated myself for telling you, too. On the one hand, if I didn't tell you, I was crushing your dreams. On the other, if I did, I would ruin the relationship with the man you considered a father and probably hurt my own relationship with him. I mean, you found out anyway and ended things with Maverick, but either way, I would've hated myself for the decision."

Rooster gingerly lifted her chin with his finger, forcing Juliette to look at him. "It was an impossible decision. We were all going to get hurt somehow, no matter what you chose. I don't know what I would've done had I been in your shoes."

"Probably would've gotten in a fight," Juliette joked lightly, thinking back to her boyfriend's tendencies back then and desperate to get rid of the melancholy mood. Still, interest piqued, she couldn't resist asking, "Are you thinking about reaching out to Maverick?"

"I know having you in my life and as my future wife that he will be a constant presence. I guess with the knowledge he might die on this mission, I'm-"

"Thinking?"

"Yeah. I know it's not good for me." He chuckled softly, brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I'm considering trying to reconcile with him, but I can't help but think there's something he's not telling me, and I want him to tell me the truth. All of it. Was there anything you overheard in the conversation that might explain it?"

"I don't know. I left so quickly that I barely heard a thing," Juliette confessed, bracing her head on her hand. She thought back to that dreadful day, hoping to come up with some idea to help Rooster, especially if it meant speeding up the process of him forgiving Maverick. Then, something struck her. "I barely heard the end of the sentence, but it sounded like Mav wasn't acting on his own, like someone asked him to pull your papers. I can't be positive, of course. I mean, this was almost twenty years ago, but I remember coming into the conversation and hearing him say, 'asked me.' I didn't think anything of it back then, but now..."

Rooster's face fell into his handsome, brooding expression. Had they been talking about almost anything else, Juliette might've kissed him, but now wasn't the time. She let him mull over her words, patiently waiting for him to speak. Juliette thought about what she said herself, thinking who would ask Maverick to pull his papers, and it took a few minutes before her stomach dropped at the conclusion she came to. Judging by the look on Rooster's face, he arrived at the same one.

"Mom..." he breathed, his features contorting in pain. "Do you think-"

"It's possible?" Juliette lay her head on the pillow, thinking back to all the conversations she'd had with Carole, both before and after she started dating Rooster. There'd been so many, but Jules remembered a few that supported Bradley's suspicion. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "I know your mom was petrified to lose you like she did your dad. She brought it up to me a lot, especially once you announced you wanted to join the Navy."

"Why wouldn't Maverick tell me that, though? Why would he bear the full weight of the blame when he didn't act wholly on his own?"

Juliette reached out and cupped his face, running her thumb up and down his cheekbone. She hesitated to speak her mind but found herself doing so anyway. "You were so hateful to the person who pulled your papers long before you figured out it was Maverick. He knew you'd never forgive him, so if your mom did ask him to pull them, maybe he didn't tell you so you wouldn't resent her in any way."

"She's my mom. I could never-"

"Bradley, Mav was a father to you. You even called him Dad for the longest time. Maybe you wouldn't resent her since she was your blood, but I doubt Maverick would've wanted to risk that. The only way you'll find out is if you ask him." Juliette propped herself up again. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"How'd you find out that I knew Mav pulled your papers? Only he, my parents, and I knew about that."

"Your neighbor at the time, Jessie, she crossed paths with me when I was on my way to my truck. I don't even know how it got brought up in our conversation, but she said something along the lines of how she overheard you on the phone with some guy named 'Mav,' and that you were talking about me, said you were talking about my papers. I put two and two together and lost my head. You... you know what happened after that."

"Wouldn't surprise me if she told you on purpose," Juliette remarked, smiling slightly. "I swear she always had a thing for you."

"Uh, funny story, actually. I did end up dating her for a while a couple of years later."

"What?!" Juliette demanded, her voice going up an octave. "That little bitch! No wonder she stopped talking to me out of the blue."

"She was the girlfriend who discovered the box you sent me stashed in my closet because I couldn't bring myself to open it."

"This might be petty of me, but I'm glad I'm the reason you two broke up. Only fair, considering she's the reason we did."

Rooster laughed, leaning forward and kissing her. "Jessie had nothing on you. Oh, that reminds me..." Rooster stretched across her with his full weight, causing her to groan. Cheekily, he said, "Hey, people are going to get the wrong idea if you keep making noises like that."

"You weren't worried about that earlier," Juliette pointed out.

"I had much different things on my brain."

"You were also thinking with an entirely different brain."

"Very true." Rooster pushed himself off of her and sat up. Juliette joined him, watching as he draped a familiar locket around her neck. "You gave this to me to have a part of you with me while I was on deployment, but now that you're here, I want you to have it back."

Juliette grazed her thumb over the elevated anchor before flipping the locket open. She stared at the photos on the inside. She and Rooster looked so young in the picture, it was almost comical. On the other side were her dad and Maverick, beaming at the camera. Her heart lurched when she realized, not for the first time this week, that in the next few days, the three men residing in her locket might be nothing but ghosts of her past. If Maverick and Rooster both died on this mission...

"Hey-" Bradley gingerly grabbed her chin, forcing Juliette to look at him- "don't go down that road. It's not here yet."

"Two more days..."

"Exactly. Worry when the time comes and no sooner." Rooster leaned over and kissed her. "I think you need a distraction."

Juliette grinned knowingly. "Oh? What exactly did you have in mind, Lieutenant?"

He pushed her back onto the pillows. "I think you know."

***

Juliette stood on the flight deck with the other pilots, waiting for sunrise. With the upcoming mission, the deck had undergone a quick maintenance and cleaning, but it allowed the soldiers to be up top without fear of being run over by a jet.

Today was the day, and eager anticipation electrified the air around them. Well, for everyone but Juliette. She couldn't take her hand off the locket, fiddling with it to curve her anxiety. Halo took notice of it, asking, "Hey, Jules, where'd you get the necklace? It's pretty."

"Thank you!" Juliette bit back a grin. "An old acquaintance gave it to me a long time ago."

"What's on the back of it?"

"An inscription: India Lima Yankee. It's how we used to say 'I love you' without others questioning how we meant it. We were super close friends, but everyone thought we were together every time we said 'I love you' to each other, so we started saying 'India Lima Yankee' instead. Of course, the two of us ended up dating, so it took on a new level of its original meaning."

"Are you still dating them?" Harvard queried, his eyes darting over to Rooster. Juliette's heart leaped into her throat. Did they suspect it? Or were they wondering if Rooster had a thing for her? Either way, they'd be correct, but she certainly didn't want them to know the first one.

"No, I'm not." It wasn't a lie, technically. She wasn't dating Rooster anymore. They were engaged.

Omaha nodded at Bradley. "So, you're not dating Bradshaw here?"

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...

"What on earth would give you that idea?" Juliette countered, faking bewilderment. Maybe she could convince them otherwise. Of course, Bradley would have to put his eyes back in his head...

"You're telling us you're not dating?" Coyote demanded incredulously. "You two are always together, and don't get me started on how you've been spending nights in her stateroom, Rooster!"

"No, we're not. Bradley and I have been friends for what?" Juliette turned to her fiancé, hoping her crinkled brow would convey curiosity rather than guilt at having their relationship discovered.

"Thirty years?" he suggested, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Something like that. Pretty much before we can remember, and I mean that literally. We haven't seen each other in almost ten years, so we've had a ton of catching up to do."

"So, who's the diamond ring from then?"

"Coyote, if you're insinuating what I think you are, I'm pretty sure it should be on my left ring finger, not my right one. Still, for your information, Sherlock, it belonged to someone very dear to me that passed away."

"Speaking of Sherlock and someone who knows things-" Hangman interrupted, sidling up next to Juliette- "do you know who Mav is sending up?"

"You find out in five minutes, and you're asking me now?" Juliette quirked an eyebrow at the handsome aviator.

"I'm antsy. I mean, I already know I'm going up, but I'd like to hear it confirmed."

"For your information, I don't know. I made sure Maverick didn't tell me his choices."

Hangman frowned, disappointed. "What? Why not?"

"Because of the exact question you just asked me. I knew you would hound me if you thought I had an answer."

"Do you have your suspicions?" Fanboy prodded, peering around Hangman.

"Yeah, but I'm not sharing them right now. I'll tell you if I was right afterward, though. If any of you get shot down, though, I will find you, and I will kill you myself, understood?"

"Aye, aye, Captain," Hangman replied impishly, saluting her. The others followed suit.

"We should head down," Bob announced, checking his watch. The pilots shuffled off. Rooster slung his arm around Juliette's shoulders. To their friends, who now knew how far back the two went, it would appear, hopefully, as an affectionate, amiable gesture. In reality, it was Rooster attempting to comfort Juliette when he recognized her stressed-out signals, namely her locket-fiddling.

When the group arrived at the main hangar, Juliette opted to stand in the back. Well, she tried. Maverick called out her name, motioning for her to stand up front with him, Cyclone, and Warlock. He asked quietly, "You ready?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"For the mission? Yes. For who I'm about to send up? No."

Juliette didn't need for Maverick to say the name for her to comprehend who he spoke of. Still, noticing the doubt behind his eyes, she told him, "I'll support whatever decision you make because I know you'll make the right one for the mission."

Squeezing his shoulder, she took place a few feet to his right. Juliette crossed her arms over her chest to hide her shaking hands. Meanwhile, the pilots lined up in rows. Once they were ready, Maverick spoke.

"It's been an honor flying with you," he said, looking each pilot in the eye. "Each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more."

"Choose your two Foxtrot teams," Cyclone ordered.

With no uncertainty, Maverick replied, "Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob."

Juliette bit back a proud smile. She'd guessed the two teams right. Evidently, despite Phoenix's confidence that she'd be sent up, she appeared surprised by the words coming out of Maverick's mouth, if not a little nervous too.

"And your wingman?" Cyclone asked.

Now, Maverick hesitated. He turned his head ever so slightly, catching Juliette's gaze, the silent question in his eyes. She subtly nodded: Send him.

"Rooster," Maverick said, garnering Bradley's confused attention. Juliette let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her boyfriend locked eyes with her, and she offered him a weak smile, but Jules couldn't keep her hand off her locket.

"The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that's required," Warlock informed. "Dismissed."

The pilots dispersed to shake the chosen ones' hands and wish them luck. Juliette stayed put next to Maverick, mainly because her shoes suddenly felt like they'd been filled with cement. Logically, sending Rooster was the right decision. He'd had one of the best track records of all the pilots and came closest to succeeding in the trial runs out of all of them. Emotionally, however, it might've been the most difficult decision she'd ever made.

Think with your head, not your heart, Juliette. She chastised herself, clenching her jaw in an attempt to steel herself. He's got this. He's going to come back.

"Jules," Maverick's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "You okay, Princess?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You made the right call."

"Then why do you look so nervous?"

Juliette glanced over Maverick's shoulder at her fiancé. "Because I know that expression. He's starting to overthink."

Maverick turned around, studying Bradley's reaction himself. Worry flickered across his face. "We'll make sure he doesn't. He won't listen to me, but he'll listen to you."

"With this? I think it might be better coming from you. If he thinks you believe in him-"

"Doesn't me sending him up show that?"

"Not if he thinks you're sending him up as an apology."

Maverick grimaced. "I can't win with this, can I?"

"He's close to reaching out, Mav. I'll see if I can push him to do it without stressing him out further."

"I appreciate it, Jules, but don't risk your relationship with him on my behalf."

"Don't worry about us, Mav. Trust me, we're fine. You should go suit up. You have the briefing shortly."

Maverick nodded but didn't move. He waited until the hangar emptied, then pulled Juliette into a hug. "If I don't make it back-"

"Don't say that," she said sharply. "If you can survive getting blasted out of the sky going Mach 10, you can survive this."

"Jules-"

"No. I lost one dad, Maverick. I'm not losing a second, and I will raise absolute hell to get you back if you get shot down. I'll track you down myself if I have to."

The corners of his lips tugged upward. "I think I might be more afraid of what you'll do to me than the enemy."

"You should be," Juliette declared indignantly, even though it was a far cry from the truth. She shoved her fists into her pockets, nails digging painfully into her palms. "Go suit up. The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you and Bradley can come home."

He hugged her one last time, and then Juliette watched Maverick walk off, her heart synchronizing with his footsteps, adding to the echo in the massive hangar. At least, that's what it sounded like to her with how loudly the blood pounded in her ears. Juliette stood alone, waiting for the pilots and admirals to come back for the briefing. She'd been so confident in her pilots that they could succeed in this, especially having Maverick up there with them, but now, having seen Bradley's expression, the furrowed brow that clearly indicated his deep thinking, and Mav's words from mere moments ago, the cold sensation of doubt crept into her mind.

Someone's not coming back from this.

***

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queenshelby · 2 years

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The Spy (Part Two)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut; Infidelity

Words: 4,389

Two Weeks Later…

Hiding in the corner of the room, you couldn’t help but giggle when, finally, he caught you.

“Found you Y/N” Charlie said with great excitement and you encouraged him to find Ruby next.

Ruby was the master of playing hide and seek and, for all you knew, she could be hiding anywhere. In a cabinet, beneath one of the many beds or even in the lavatory.

You knew you needed to help Charlie find her and when you both scooted through the hallway and ran past Tommy, a smile formed across his face.

“Looking for your sister, eh?” Tommy asked and Charlie nodded.

“Do you know where she is, dad?” Charlie asked but Tommy had no idea.

“Sorry Charles but I do not know where your sister is hiding” he confirmed and you both went on looking until, within seconds, you ran into Lizzie.

Unlike Tommy, Lizzie wasn’t amused by your games and quickly took upon herself to put you into your place. She did so often and belittled you every chance she got. You despised her but, yet, you knew that this was something she felt she had to do as she considered you to be a threat to her marriage.

“Don’t you have anything else to do Y/N?” Lizzie asked before continuing on. “I believe Frances requires help with the washing and the furniture have been awfully dusty lately” she then pointed out.

“Yes Mrs Shelby, I will get to that in a bit” you told her and you wished that Tommy had told her about your purpose at the house rather than make you pretend that you were a maid. Then again, you knew that she was on his list of suspects when it came to the betrayal and this didn’t surprise you. Their marriage was loveless and in shambles. You knew that Lizzie despised her husband but, yet, she wanted to keep him and be looked after.

“I want you to get to it now Y/N. Make yourself useful for once” Lizzie spat in response and Charlie immediately got upset.

“But Lizzie, she is playing with us. Please let her. Dad said it’s okay” Charlie told his stepmother.

“Your father is too lenient with the maids and there is a reason for that” Lizzie said with an irritated voice and, whilst Charlie looked at Lizzie somewhat confused, you couldn’t help but giggle.

It was only recently that you saw Tommy with one of the maids in his office and Lizzie was clearly aware of his indiscretions with that said maid.

“I will need to do some work Charlie. You go and find your sister alright?” you eventually said before making your way downstairs to the laundry room.

When you arrived at the laundry room, you noticed a new maid. Her name was Anabelle and she replaced the maid that Lizzie had fired earlier that day which was something you weren’t surprised by.

That maid had slept with her husband and, if he were married to you, would have done much worse to that woman than just fire her.

But Lizzie was different. She wasn’t a criminal at heart and she most certainly wasn’t strong willed. Tommy dictated what she had to do and when.

She mostly obeyed Tommy’s orders but she also took matters into her own hands if and when they affected her relationship with him. They fought a lot and neither of them were happy with each other. Yet, they stayed in this relationship for various reasons.

You had overheard her talking to Arthur Shelby’s ex-wife Linda once or twice before and realised that she wasn’t with Tommy for love.

Tommy married her after she fell pregnant with Ruby because he was a member of parliament. He had to be seen to be doing the right thing and she saw an opportunity.

Tommy provided financial stability and wealth which, clearly, was something she cared about. She said that she chose this life, it didn’t choose her. But would she bite the hand who is feeding her? You weren’t so sure but gave her the benefit of the doubt for now while you were working on other leads to Tommy’s problem.

One thing was clear however. Lizzie was no match for Tommy. He was bored with her as he needed an equal. Someone more ruthless. Someone fearless. Somone who was like him.

With those thoughts running through your head, you helped Annabelle to fold the sheets which was a tedious task and, when Tommy came to find you, you were rather grateful.

He’s given you a task and, when Lizzie found out that he interfered with her instructions, she was somewhat upset. It was obvious to you that she didn’t like you and, perhaps, she felt threatened by you now more than ever.

Then, when she realised that the somewhat secret task Tommy had given you involved you travelling to London on your own for three days, she was pleased and so were you. You couldn’t stand her presence much longer while, at the same time, you were intrigued and attracted to her husband which you knew would become a problem sooner rather than later.

You saw something in him she didn’t see. He was kind but yet ruthless. He was fearless but also caring. He valued loyalty and yet he demanded that you betray your family.

He was a gangster and so were you. You always had been and it almost got you killed. Just like him, having been close to death changed you and no one quite understood these changes. It was difficult for people to comprehend who you were but, somehow, you felt as though Tommy understood you.

Whilst you worked for him for two weeks, you also spent a lot of time with him, in his office, talking, playing cards and drinking whiskey.

He was good company and he was handsome. His blue eyes often mesmerised you and he slowly began to trust you, asking you for advice on certain business matters.

You knew how to launder money and you knew how to avoid tax. You had done it for a long time for your father’s company and your insights were helpful for Tommy.

But, you also had a task to carry out for him and, whenever you were getting closer to the end goal, Tommy pulled the trigger on the operation. He was cautious and with every day you spent together, his caution grew. Why, you didn’t know, but you would soon find out.

Four Days Later…

It was around midnight as you walked through the door of Tommy’s office. You had just arrived back from London, a day later than expected and peeled off your jacket and kicked off your expensive shoes.

‘Everything alright Love?’ Tommy chuckled, listening to you sigh with frustration.

‘The person who invented high heels should be sent to jail. It’s a crime’ you said somewhat irritated before handing Tommy a stack of papers which related to your father’s new business.

‘You know I don’t care about what you wear around here’ Tommy said as he took the papers from your hands.

‘You don’t, but my uncle in London does. He pays a high emphasis on appearances and I had dinner with him tonight, hence my late return’ you said before pouring yourself a glass of whiskey from Tommy’s decanter.

‘Why the fuck didn’t you tell me, eh?’ Tommy asked, sounding worried.

‘Because you would have talked me out of it’ you said to him.

‘Your uncle is a dangerous man. At least I would have sent backup’ Tommy explained.

‘That would have been too obvious, Tommy. He would have noticed. Despite, what do you care? You are paying me to spy on my father for you and find out who betrayed you and that is what I am doing’ you pointed out to him while undoing your hair and getting a little more comfortable with your attire.

‘I am but you are no use to me if you are dead, eh? So, next time, fill me in, alright?’ Tommy said before telling you that, what you got from your uncle, was good and, indeed, rather helpful.

‘Alright, alight…’ you huffed. ‘So, how is Mrs Shelby tonight?’ you asked eventually after snatching a cigarette from Tommy’s silver packet and asking him for lighter while he looked through the papers.

‘She is well, I guess’ Tommy chuckled while lighting your cigarette.

‘She fired Nancy before I left, so she might fire me too. She already threatened me twice Tommy. Doesn’t that concern you?’ you asked, knowing that you had been spending a lot of time in Tommy’s office before you went away and, of course, she didn’t know that you were simply discussing business with him.

‘She fired Nancy for a reason Love, so don’t worry about that, eh’ Tommy said while lightening himself a cigarette as well.

‘Yes, because you fucked her’ you laughed.

‘Excuse me?’ Tommy said sternly but also somewhat surprised.

‘I am a spy, Tommy. That’s what I do. I spy on people and I watched you fuck her two nights ago. It was quite a sight’ you pointed out and Tommy couldn’t help but gasp.

‘Did you enjoy it?’ he asked with a smirk across his face.

‘Did I enjoy watching you fuck Nancy?’ you confirmed with a laugh.

‘Yes. Did you enjoy watching me fuck one of the maids?’ he asked again bluntly.

‘I did actually’ you said while leaning across his large oak desk, giving him a good view of your décolleté while smiling at him.

His chin dropped and he chuckled once more but, before he could say anything else, you spoke again.

‘It’s late. I need to get some sleep. Goodnight, Tommy’ you winked at him before brushing your hand over his and leaving it at that.

‘Sleep well Love’ he said as he watched you leave his office.

A Day Later…

The following day, you helped Frances and Annabelle with the cleaning of the house after you had yet another fall-out with Lizzie.

That morning, she questioned you about your purpose and her suspicions about you grew.

But Tommy kept telling you to ignore her and you did so the best you could.

That evening Tommy also asked you to come to his office again which worsened the situation especially since Lizzie had been keeping an eye on you.

You had to be careful not to get caught, which was a task that had become increasingly difficult. After all, Tommy and you spent a lot of time together even though your relationship was platonic and related largely to business.

‘Good evening, Mr Shelby. How may I be of assistance?’ you said as you eventually managed to sneak into Tommy’s office but saw Frances in his office also, serving him some whiskey from the new batch that had just arrived at Arrow House.

‘Come in and shut the door behind you’ Tommy instructed before dismissing Frances.

‘That would be all Frances, thank you’ he said and she responded with a quiet ‘yes sir’ and left just as you stepped inside.

‘So, what’s up?’ you asked curiously after Frances left.

‘I’ve got the guns you wanted’ Tommy then said before placing two small pistols on the desk for you along with a leg strap, holster and ammunition.

‘Very compact’ you said as you began to cock them both while assessing their suitability.

‘Just as you requested Love. Nice and small with a harness and a leather strap’ Tommy said and you nodded with a smile before lifting up your skirt and placing the leg strap around your thigh.

You placed the gun into the leg strap all the while Tommy was watching you with wide open eyes.

‘Works fine’ you acknowledged when you realised that the small weapon would hide away nicely beneath your skirt before winking at Tommy.

Of course, you knew that he had been watching you. In fact, he had been watching you for the past two weeks and since you were as abrupt as he was, you didn’t lose any time and asked him a question that had been on your mind for a while.

‘Say, Tommy…would you like to fuck me too? Like you fucked Nancy?’ you asked bluntly and Tommy almost immediately choked on his whiskey.

He had never a heard a woman speak like this before and he most certainly didn’t expect you to be so direct.

‘Tommy?’ you asked as you did not get an answer from him and, eventually, he chuckled.

‘I am serious Tommy. Would you like to fuck me?’ you asked, catching Tommy by surprise. ‘I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me for weeks, so there is no need to be shy about it now’ you then pointed out and Tommy stood up, almost nervously.

‘Yes Love, I would like to fuck you, alright?’ he then said with a deep but yet reluctant voice while looking straight at you.

‘Okay then…’ you responded with while reaching beneath your skirt, removing your newly acquired gun from your leg, along with your panties.

You placed both items onto Tommy desk and looked into his eyes.

‘Then take me Thomas. Fuck me like I am one of your whores, right over this desk’ you said with eagerness in your voice while steadying yourself against the desk.

‘You are serious?’ Tommy asked with surprise and you confirmed that this was, in fact, what you wanted as you reached down between your legs and began to rub your soaking wet pussy.

A guttural moan tore from your throat and you ground your hand against your pussy while Tommy watched you.

He was speechless and it wasn’t until you leaned forward and brought two of your wet fingers to his soft lips that he finally moved and spoke up.

Tommy grabbed your wrist and licked your juices of your fingers.

‘Do you like the way I taste Tommy?’ you asked as he devoured your fingers.

‘I do and you are very wet, aren’t you?’ Tommy said before taking off his gun holster and pulling you in for your first ever kiss. But it wasn’t a romantic kiss. It was a forceful kiss in which both of your tongues fought for dominance.

The kiss ignited a fire inside your pussy, an uncontrollable burning that left you thighs wet and, for the first time in your life, truly needy for someone else.

You staggered against the back of Tommy’s desk while the fire inside of you both was building to a feverous pitch.

You both needed release and you were quick to climb onto his large cedar desk and spread your legs widely for him.

‘I want you to taste me again Tommy’ you said and, with a smirk on his face, he pushed your legs apart further and kneeled.

His hot mouth immediately made contact with your already aching pussy and you let your head fall back and moaned.

‘Right there, Tommy. Don’t be gentle’ you said and Tommy began to suck on your clit with a good amount of force before biting over it gently.

‘You taste so fucking sweet Love’ Tommy groaned and hearing his husky voice made you moan even more.

After a little while, he pushed your lips apart with two of his fingers and then pushed them into you with force, causing you to gasp.

‘Oh god yes, make me cum with your fingers. This feels fucking amazing’ you shouted out as he curled them up a little and made contact with your g-spot.

‘You are fucking soaking’ Tommy groaned in between flicks of his tongue and thrusting into you with his fingers and it didn’t take long for you to reach your high.

He was skilled and reached places no one else had reached before. It was difficult for you to hold back and, after a minute or two, you no longer could.

‘Oh god yes Tommy’ you moaned as your legs began to tremble and your orgasm washed over, causing your fluids to leak from you like a fountain.

‘You made a big fucking mess of my desk Love’ Tommy said after you pushed his head away from your throbbing pussy and you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

‘And I am not even sorry’ you smirked as you jumped down from his desk and Tommy immediately spun you away from him.

You gasped as his arm snaked around your neck and pulled you back against him.

‘I can’t wait to sink my cock into this tight pussy of yours’ he groaned into your ear and you felt his erect cock press against you.

The deep resonating tones of his voice crashing through your mind was like fuel on the inferno between your legs.

‘I cannot wait either Tommy. My pussy has been aching for you’ you confirmed before leaning forward over his large desk and, just after you did, he lifted up your skirt.

‘Hmm you are so fucking wet, dripping all over the floor’ Tommy then said after quickly running his fingers through your slit and you moaned and pushed back against his fingers.

‘I need your cock, Tommy. Right fucking now’ you demanded but Tommy wasn’t ready just yet.

‘Patience Love’ he said before giving you quick slap on each of your cheeks, causing you to gasp.

‘I swear Thomas Shelby, unless you stick it in me right now, all hell will break loose’ you said again before another guttural moan escaped you as you fought against Tommy’s tight hold.

Tommy chuckled and the noise made your knees weak. His free hand slid over your thighs and between your legs. You almost screamed with delight as the heel of his hand pressed down on you hard, desperate clit.

‘Need…you…inside’ you began to moan through a broken sentence but he silenced you again.

‘Shh! We don’t want my wife to walk in on us, do we?’ Tommy asked and you responded with a quick chuckle.

‘Then stop teasing me and fuck me already’ you demanded impatiently.

Just as you responded, you could hear Tommy unzipping his pants and you knew that he was freeing his member.

‘Spread your legs for me Love’ he then said and the flat of his hand moved slightly as his thick cock pressed against your wet entrance until, suddenly, and without warning, he thrusted his length inside of you.

‘So fucking tight. You feel incredible’ Tommy groaned as your pussy offered up some resistance. You were tight but so incredibly wet. Even he moaned when he realised how desperate for this you were for this.

‘Oh god you are stretching me so much Tommy’ you moaned and, then, Tommy’s foot pushed yours to the side and spread your legs further.

‘I want you to fuck me hard and fast. Take me like I am your whore’ you moaned and Tommy pulled your head back so he could kiss you again.

‘You like it rough, eh?’ Tommy asked as he thrusted deeper and deeper into you, repeatedly, filling you up.

‘Oh god yes Tommy. I want you to have your way with me and fill me up. Claim me. Make me yours’ you moaned as your juices tried futilely to push him out through the sheer quantity you were producing in you.

‘Fuck, I can’t wait to fill that tight pussy of yours with my cum Love. Is that what you want? My cum inside of you?’ Tommy groaned as, eventually, he pulled out and you gushed for what seemed like hours before he thrust back inside you.

‘Yes, that’s what I want. I want your cum deep inside my pussy’ you gasped as your breasts were squashed against the desk as Tommy took you from behind.

‘Tommy’ you moaned again and, just as you were going to say something else, you lost your thought as two of Tommy’s fingers pushed somewhere you never thought to feel pleasure from.

‘Shh, quiet Love’ Tommy ordered as you screamed when he filled both of your holes at the same time.

You were experiencing both, pleasure and shock. This was a new sensation but, eventually, you relaxed and let him in, giving over completely to feelings he forced your body to experience with his cock in your pussy and his fingers inside your ass.

‘Do you like this Love? My fingers in your ass?’ Tommy asked in between thrusts.

‘I do. I feel so fucking full’ you confirmed as your scream died on your lips and was replaced by a deep, guttural moan of delight and contentedness.

You were fuller than you had ever been and your virgin ass was being shown to feel things you had only heard in whispered conversations between some of the women you knew.

‘Maybe next time I get to fuck this ass of yours with my cock, what do you think?’ Tommy groaned as he thrust in hard again.

‘Yes Tommy. Harder. Fuck me harder. I want my pussy to hurt’ you barely managed to moan as Tommy made you feel things you had never thought you would experience.

As Tommy’s force and speed increased, another orgasm tore through you. You couldn’t hold back this time and screamed Tommy’s name so loudly that he had to cover your mouth with one of his hands.

You pushed back against him, trying to take more, wanting to stretch yourself on his cock.

‘That’s it, take my cock deep into this tight little cunt’ Tommy groaned as he removed the fingers from your ass and brought his hand up to your throat.

His hand quickly tightened around your throat and you felt your world start to spin and your pussy clenched as you prepared to cum again.

Just as you felt like you were going to pass out through lack of oxygen his hand loosened and your orgasm hit you, hard and fast.

You moaned and screamed again and, by this point, you were getting sore and you wanted him to cum too.

With a devilish grin, you decided to do everything you could to make him cum.

‘I want your cum deep inside of me Tommy. Give me all of it. I need it’ you told him as you put your hands on the desk and lifted yourself up slightly. Then, you began to thrust back against him, taking him by surprise and he moaned loudly.

‘Fuck, that’s it, keep pushing back on my cock Love’ Tommy groaned and that is what you kept doing.

You wanted to feel the hot fluid inside you and him filling you with his cum. You wanted to feel him pull out and know that his cum was dripping out of your well used pussy and you told him, over and over again.

‘Keep that up and you will get your wish Love. I am close’ he then announced and you moaned in delight and thrust yourself back against him again. He moaned again and slapped your ass playfully as you fucked yourself against his cock.

‘I am going to cum deep inside you’ he groaned and you smiled and thrust back again, delighted in how you were affecting him.

‘Fill me up Tommy. I want it…I want all of it. I want your seed to drip out from sore and used pussy when you are done’ you moaned as you looked back over your shoulder, then bit your bottom lip suggestively.

‘Trust me Love, there will be enough for your pussy to leak for days’ Tommy groaned and grabbed your hips with both hands and started pumping faster and faster.

Slamming through orgasm after orgasm, you gave up taking notice, you had hit the point where you were cumming constantly.

Then without warning you thrust back one more time and he collapsed over your back and you felt it. The spray against your walls, the moan against your back and then the kisses up your spine as he pumped in and out of you, slowly now, releasing everything he had inside of you.

He started to pull out, but you clenched his softening shaft with muscles you didn't even know you had.

‘Wait’ you said breathlessly and stated slowly moving backwards and forwards on him, using his cum to lube up his penetration. Then you started moving faster, you weren’t done and, even if he was then you would use him. You wanted to cum one more time. He had shown you the abyss and now you were going to stay a while.

To your delight, however, Tommy grew hard again within less than two minutes and, as soon as he did, you pushed him away from you.

‘My turn to have my way with you now’ you announced as, with one hard push, you pushed him into one of the arm chairs.

‘Fucking Hell Love’ Tommy gasped with surprise as you climbed on top of him and immediately sank down on his hard cock.

His cum and your juices spilled out of you as his hard rod pushed back inside and you began to ride him, hard and fast, taking what you need from him while silencing his moans with your lips.

Orgasm after orgasm washed over you and, eventually, Tommy filled you with more of his seed as you made him cum once more.

‘Are you satisfied yet Love?’ Tommy grinned and you could feel how sore you were down there.

‘For now’ you winked as you lifted yourself of him slowly.

When his cock left your sore pussy, a large amount of his cum began to spill from you and directly on to the soft leather of the arm chair.

There was, indeed, a lot of his seed inside of you and he wanted to see your cum dripping pussy and made you bend forward once more to take a look.

Using both of his hands, he spread your hole apart and watched his cum flow out and down your thighs. Then, he collected some with his fingers and brought it up to your mouth, making you taste it.

‘Hmm, so sweet’ you moaned in approval as his cum tasted sweet and thick and, just before you were done cleaning off Tommy’s fingers, the door to his office opened abruptly.

Within a split second, Tommy pulled up his pants and you covered your most intimate parts with the fabric of your clothes. There was no hiding what you were doing and your eyes widened when you saw who barged inside.

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Angelic Voice

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Words: 700

Request: Hello! I was wondering if you could possibly do a Jason Voorhees (2009 version) x wife reader where he loves to hear her sing so she does while laying on his chest and she sings him how to disappear by Lana Del Rey idk why but the lyrics “Cuts on his face cause he fought to hard I know he’s in over his head but I love that man like nobody can…” reminded me of him😍🙌🏻

Hearing you sing was something that calmed him down. It kept him grounded, and happy.

Your angelic voice gave him happiness.

Happiness was something Jason thought he didn't deserve. Then, you came around.

Arriving to the cam with your friends, little did you know about their sick plans.

Your friends brought you there as bait, they wanted to see Voorhees, the legend. They planned on using you to lure him out, let him kill you so they could see him. But their plan turned on them. They wanted Jason to kill you, which never happened. Your friends told you to meet them by the lake at night, of course you went, you never really understood why did they leave you alone until later.

Jason was watching you from behind a tree, shocked to see such a beautiful and innocent being. He could never kill someone like that.

Instead, he overheard your friends' conversation. Hearing their plan that they meant to set you up. This infuriated him as he killed all of them one by one, of course, you saw him kill, but you still didn't run. When one of the girls was running, she turned to you and told you everything. Once you realized what was happening, your heart broke.

You thought they were your friends yet they wished you dead just so they could see a myth? And now, the myth killed them all.

You were hiding in a cabin, crying silently as you tried not to get caught. You were shaking in fear when you heard him approach, he was standing in front of you, soon he knelt down and looked at you.

You started crying.

"Please." you knew begging meant nothing to him. He will just kill you after all. So, you were more than shocked when his hand touched your cheeks, his fingers, coated in blood, smearing onto your cheeks.

Gosh, you were beautiful.

He was sure he didn't deserve you. But having you around the camp, you brightened up his days.

And after your little wedding ceremony by the lake, he could call you his wife.

He loved you, hearing you sing softly as you worked around your home, made him the happiest man on Earth.

And lately, a specific song made his heart flutter a different way.

"Cuts on his face 'cause he fought too hard

I know he's in over his head

But I love that man like nobody can"

Every time you washed the clothes or cleaned the house, lately the same song all the time.

He liked it.

It made his heart flutter for some reason.

"He moves mountains and pounds them to ground again."

Jason doesn't know but you chose this song, as you loved it so much because it reminded you of him.

You loved him from the moment he saved you from your terrible friends.

"Jason?" you called from the kitchen, knowing he should be around somewhere. And surely enough you heard his heavy steps a few seconds later. "Could you please set the table? I'm almost done with dinner."

As he started to set the table, he started hearing you humming the song again. Then you entered the room and you two started eating.

Those were the only times when Jason took his mask off, and you had to be honest with yourself, it took a long time for you to get used to him. But now, you found him rather handsome. You offered him a smile that warmed his entire body before you started eating. You talked about the things you wanted to do the upcoming week, some gardening and renovating.

Jason knew very well that this meant you'd sing more.

And he couldn't wait.

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hurts so good | twelve (final)

summary: growing up with Park Jinyoung was never easy and things are about to get worse when you’ve been asked to marry him

You sat down quietly across from him and next to your attorney. It had been three weeks since you last saw Jinyoung, three weeks since he agreed to the divorce. You only heard from him when he asked to meet to sign the papers.

“Thank you Mrs. Park for coming to meet us. My client said the both of you mutually agreed to sign today’s papers. Is that correct?”

“Yes that’s correct,” you responded as Jinyoung’s lawyer slid over some papers. Your lawyer intercepts the papers and begins scanning the document.

“My client is generously offering $20,000 a month for the next 40 years or a one time check of $10 million,” he revealed. You stared at Jinyoung in shock.

“No,” you denied. “No, I don’t want your money.”

“Mrs. Park, I urge you to reconsider this. It’s his responsibility to take care of you,” your lawyer reminded you.

“It’s Y/N and I can take care of myself,” you argued.

“How?” Jinyoung finally said. “You have no job, no house. Your father still gambles,” he exposed.

“That is none of your concern. I will figure it out. I will find a job. I don’t want your money. I don’t want to owe you anything,” you continued to explain.

“Just take the fucking money, Y/N! Don’t be so stubborn,” he exclaimed. You glared at him. “I’m sorry,” he sighed, knowing he’s going to lose this battle against you.

“Moving on to the next thing-,” his lawyer began to speak before you interrupted him.

“I don’t want a single thing from him. I’m not interested in what else is on that list.”

His lawyer looked over a Jinyoung, who had his arms crossed against his chest. He sighed again, nodding in agreement. He leans over to the table, “I want to talk to you alone.”

“No. My client will not be speaking with anyone without me present,” your lawyer declined.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be negotiating anything. My lawyer will leave to fix these papers, won’t you?” he instructed.

“Yes, that’s right. Mr. Lee, please follow me.”

“It’s alright. I’ll be okay,” you assured your lawyer. He nods leaving you alone with Jinyoung as he helps prepare the divorce papers. He stares at you in silence as you avoid his gaze.

“You wanted to talk?” you asked him.

He sighed lightly before leaning forwards once again. “This may be the last time we ever speak to each other like this - face to face.”

You gave him a subtle smile, nodding in agreement. “I will always be thankful for you and your family. You saved us and that will never change, no matter what happens between us.”

“I appreciate that,” he said. “Father loved you, no matter how harsh he was.”

You smiled weakly, “He loved you too.”

There was another long silence between the both of you. Now that you think of it, you and Jinyoung never had a peaceful conversation before. If he wasn’t being mean to you, he was yelling at you.

“I know Jisoo came to see you. I know she told you some stuff,” he said softly. “I should’ve been the one who told you and I’m sorry I never did. I’m sorry I never showed you.”

You held your breath. Never in a million years did you expect him to apologize.

“I hope the next person you love, you’ll be better to her than you were to me.”

His eyes began to swell, slightly turning pinkish. “She told me you thought I always loved her.” You looked down at your lap because you knew it was true even if they denied it. “Do you still believe that?”

“Look at where we’re at, Jinyoung. It doesn’t matter what I believe.”

“It does! It does matter. I may have never showed or told you that I loved you but I never loved anyone else. Not once,” he confessed.

“Every time we fought, you always ran to her. You always picked her, sided with her and I was the one in the way. What else was I supposed to think?” you questioned.

Jinyoung sighed. “February 14, 2013.”

“W-what?,” you stuttered with tears in your eyes.

“It was our senior year of high school.”

You remembered now. You had finally mustered enough courage to confess to Jinyoung. You hand-made heart shaped chocolates for him but he rejected you brutally even front of all your classmates.

“The night before - Jaebum stayed up all night making you chocolates. I overheard him confessing to the housekeeper that he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. What gave him the right?” he asked, rhetorically.

“He never told me about this. I never received his chocolates,” you said, confused.

“I was so angry at him. He took my father away from me and now he wanted you! He wanted to take everything...everyone away from me!” he shouted. “I knew I couldn’t let him have you so I had to beat him to it. I had to tell you I liked you before he did.”

“Then why did you reject me?” you asked.

“I had this elaborate plan - to make you fall in love with me, to be together until Jaebum couldn’t handle it anymore and leave. But the moment I looked into your eyes that day, I didn’t have the guts to do it. I couldn’t confess to liking you out of spite,” he revealed. “But what I didn’t expect was for you to confess first.”

“You broke my heart then too.”

“I didn’t know if I liked you because I actually liked you or if I liked you to get back at Jaebum. You would’ve never forgiven me if you found out I confessed out of spite,” he said almost in tears. “I tried so hard to differentiate the two but I couldn’t, no matter how hard I tried. I didn’t know what to do and it drove me nuts. A couple of days later, it finally came to me. I thought if I was meaner to you, maybe...just maybe I would stop having those feelings for you. Maybe I could finally stop thinking about you.”

You stared at him quietly, taking in every word he said. Tears rolled down your face as the droplets of tears landed on the table.

“It worked,” he chuckled, bitterly. “The meaner I was to you, the easier it was to forget you. And every time I did something nice for you, I had to do something ten times worse the next time. Seeing how much pain you were in...it broke me but it always reminded me that my intentions were never pure to begin with. That’s why I always went to Jisoo. I confided in her.”

“Why did you ask me to marry you then?”

“He had already beat me at marriage - marrying the girl Father chose. Nothing would hurt him more than knowing I had you and he could never. I admit I ended up using you,” he revealed as tears fall from the corner of his eyes. You lifted your head up, staring at the ceiling as tears continued to fall down the side of your cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” he apologized.

“H-how can you say you love me when you used me?!” you sobbed.

“I knew it was wrong! I regretted it instantly but it was too late. You needed the money...” he whimpered. “If I could go back and change it I would. I would’ve loved you properly, cherished you..” he begged.

“God!” you whimpered to yourself. “Why did you do this to me?! I was happy! I had a boyfriend!” you cried, angrily.

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry,” he continued to apologize.

“I’m not some fucking reward you can claim when you feel like it! I loved you! I thought if I worked harder, tried harder, that you would start to love me! I was praying you’d change for me!” you continued to shout. “Are you that damaged that you had to break someone else to make yourself feel better?”

“I was 16! I never felt the way I felt for you with anyone in my life! How was I supposed to react? Tell me! What was I supposed to do?!” he shouted back.

You sobbed into your hand.

“I know this doesn’t justify all the shitty things I’ve done to you. You endured things no one should have to experience,” he explained.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Y/N, I’m telling you not because I want you to forgive me! I’m going to sign the papers regardless. All I wanted was to be honest about my feelings for once in my goddamn life,” he said.

You blinked slowly, letting the remaining tears in your eyes fall. You took a deep breath in. “When were you able to tell?”

“Our wedding night,” he answered. “Watching you walk down the aisle in that white dress. You took my breath away and in that moment I knew. I knew I loved you this whole time. It was never about competing with Jaebum. I was just afraid to let myself fall in love.”

“If you loved me so much, why did you sleep with other women? Why did you cheat?”

“Because with them, I never had to worry about falling in love. They mean nothing to me,” he explained.

“But they don’t know that! They think you like them that’s why they sleep with you, Jinyoung.”

“They know I’m married.”

“To someone you don’t love. They think they can Mrs. Park one day,” you sighed. “Stop playing with people’s feelings. Don’t hurt anyone else,” you asked, nicely. You paused, “If there’s one last thing you can do for me is learn to let go. What your Father did to your Mother was unfair and cruel but you don’t have to repeat the pattern. Learn to love the people you’re supposed to love. You’ll find that you have more people on your side than you know.”

“Will you be?”

“Oh Jinyoung…” you called out as you reached for his hand. You gripped it tightly. “I will always be on your side even if I’m not physically there with you.”

There was a light knock on the door. You let go of Jinyoung’s hand and wiped the leftover tears on your cheeks away.

“Come in,” he called.

“The papers are finalized. All that’s left is your signature.” The lawyers handed you each a pen. You scanned through the document until you reached the bottom of the page.

“I know you don’t want money but it will always be here if you need it. You just call me, okay?” Jinyoung asked, softly. You nodded but you knew you would never be calling him.

You uncapped the pen and began signing with Jinyoung following suite until you reached the final page.

This was it. No more Jinyoung.

“If we can do this over again, would you?” Jinyoung asked, spontaneously. “If you knew what you know now, would you still have said yes to me?”

You looked up from the papers and stared at him - taking in all his features one the last time. “Yes.” You scribbled your signature on the last page before standing up. “Goodbye Jinyoung. Take care.”

Four months. Four months of no pain, no tears, no Jinyoung. You moved away from the city to get away from the fast pace lifestyle, the busy streets and the people. You were content here. You spent your days helping an old couple sell fruit and pies in a small shop by a rest stop. The pay wasn’t nearly as much as a corporation but it didn’t matter to you. You could finally be yourself. You didn’t have to worry about being the perfect wife or worry if your husband loved you enough to come home that night. All that seemed trivial here.

“How much are the apple pies?” you hear someone asked. You scurried out to the front to greet the customer.

“They’re $5-” you began to respond before coming to a stop as you laid eyes on the man in front of you. “I- how did you know I was here?”

“I didn’t,” he responded. “I was taking your advice and finally letting go. I gave up my position at the company and decided to move here to live a more simple life.”

“Why here?”

“I-I don’t know...this was the first place I thought of,” he mumbled. “I guess I remembered you saying how much you wanted to move here when it was time to retire.”

“You remembered that?”

“Of course I do. I remember everything you told me even if it seemed like I wasn’t listening,” he explained. “So how much are the pies?”

“$5 each,” you said hesitantly as you handed him a pie.

“I honestly didn’t come here to purposely look for you. I know the last thing you wanted was to see me. I can leave if it bothers you,” he offered.

“No...who am I to not allow you to be here.”

“Okay then. I’ll see you around then,” he smiled before waving goodbye.

You returned the smile and watched him drive away. You thought you would be angry seeing him; maybe even feel hurt. But nothing. You didn’t feel any of those things. In fact, your heart raced at the sight of him.

Maybe this was fate. Maybe it was God’s way of telling you this is your second chance.

Whatever it was, no matter how it ends this time, you knew it wasn’t going to hurt as much as the first.

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prurientpuddlejumper · 3 years

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Cold Hands

Jackson Neill x Reader

For @storiesofsvu’s Fall Bingo! Requested by @detectivebarba. Followed up in Cozy Sweaters

Warnings: NSFW (smutty lines, no smut). Angst, cheating, breakup.

OK, so, my fluffy Jackson fics take place in a world where Sarah never happened or after she & Jackson broke up… But what if they didn’t?

1,800 words

“Here’s another one: ‘Professor Neill is super dreamy. He’s a PILF.’ What’s a PILF?”

“I honestly don’t know. I don’t read these comments. I don’t care,” Jackson replied with irritation. He did, and he does, but he wasn’t going to let some cultist make him out to be an exploitative, charismatic leader.

“But you did ‘eff’ a student, right?”

Jackson laughed nervously under the hot stage lights.

“Any chance you had a sexual relationship with a student you used for a source in your article?” Cal Roberts, the man sitting across the news set from him, raised an eyebrow innocently, reveling in the way his little ace in the hole had Jackson pinned.

“Of course not. That would be unethical.”

“Right, right.”

How the fuck did he find out? When Sarah chose to go back to the Meyerist Movement instead of listening to reason, he didn’t think she would tell anyone. Their fringe movement was dangerous—restrictive to personal freedoms. Letting them know that she was his source would have put her in danger. The fact that one of its leaders knew blindsided him.

He was tense for the rest of the debate, and the cameras picked up on it. He looked like an asshole. The cult won this round as far as the audience was concerned.

As the cameras turned off and the PA came to unclip his mic, Jackson stepped close to Cal and said, low enough not to be overheard, “I did care about her. I do. Tell her I miss her, and I hope she’s OK.”

Guilt over their affair swirled in his gut as he walked off the set—and came to a screeching halt as he ran into you.

You had been sitting in the vacant live-audience area to watch the filming, but you were standing now, as if you’d gotten up to meet him but froze halfway there and were just… staring. Your eyes were dull.

“Who was he talking about?” you asked in a small voice.

Anger he could have handled. His ex-wife was always screaming at him for his screw-ups. But this was something worse.

He could have placated you with lies. Told you that everything with Sarah was before he met you, but you were too clever for that—too interested in his research not to realize when he started using her as a source. Besides, you didn’t deserve to be lied to again. If he hoped to salvage his relationship with you, then you deserved the truth from now on.

“Listen, let’s just… go home and talk.”

You silently nodded.

***

A thick silence haunted the car ride home, punctuated only by the howl of autumn wind through the dark city streets.

On the ride to the studio, you had been so animated, helping him prepare for the debate. You would pretend to be a Meyerist and argue against him so Jackson could practice his response. He put his hand on your thigh, and it was so warm. You squealed at his icy fingertips, but instead of batting them away, you shoved them deeper between your thighs. “Someone has to help your bad circulation,” you declared with a grin. “Can’t let you get frostbite.” He could barely focus on the road.

Now, when he tried to say something… to broach the subject… you only stared out the passenger window at the passing streetlights and bare trees.

He reached out to touch you, but you shrugged him off.

***

Jackson couldn’t have known the deafening chaos of that car ride home. His home, not yours, though you had all but moved in. You’d been planning to make it official when your lease was up, but now you would have to renew it.

You’d have to let your roommates know you’d be staying.

All these little thoughts swarmed through your head like post-it notes caught in a cyclone—reminders of a million mundane plans falling apart and being remade. The logistics of separating two entangled lives. Would you take your houseplant back or leave it in Jackson’s kitchen? There was never enough light for it in your apartment.

If you started thinking about the big things—who was the student? How long? How many nights did he say he was working late when he was with them?—then you might fall apart.

The car was silent, but inside your head was an endless dark roar.

Jackson parked in the driveway, and without a word, you began wandering through the house like a ghost, picking up your things and packing them up in a plastic garbage bag. Half your wardrobe was here. It should take two trips, but if you had to come back… if you had to see him again, and he asked you to stay, you might be too weak. So you’d have to get everything in one trip.

Your feet shuffled lifelessly into the bathroom to retrieve your toiletries when Jackson squeezed through the door in front of you and blocked the sink.

“Stop. Please. Let’s talk about this.”

“What’s there to talk about? I don’t want to know his name.”

The obvious thought was, maybe it wasn’t true. That Meyerist guy would have said anything just to make Jackson look bad. But if that were the case, Jackson would have told you so right away. He didn’t, and he wasn’t even trying to sell you an alternate fiction to exonerate himself. For a cheater, he was honest. Jackson never lied to you, so you used to think. That was why this… this was so unexpected. You never saw it coming.

You tried to get around him, but he kept getting in the way of your toothbrush until you looked at him. “She wasn’t a student. She was participating in one of my classes as a guest speaker. She’s not even enrolled at the university. He made it sound as if—”

“DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT’S THE PART I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH?!” you screamed.

Your anger had been so seething, quiet, you didn’t even realize you were angry until you finally opened your mouth and fury poured out like dragon’s fire. It caught you both by surprise. You shoved past him to grab your toothbrush and marched back out into the master bedroom without another word.

Tears pricked the back of your eyelids. You didn’t like yourself when you lost control like that, especially knowing how his ex had been. How much he flinched at raised voices. Part of you wanted to turn around and hold him, comfort him, apologize. Then you felt sick that that was your first impulse after what he did.

Maybe the bastard deserved it.

“I… just wanted you to know I’m not some kind of… of predator.” He sounded like a child, his voice high and thin.

You turned.

He looked so pathetic standing there in the bathroom with his rumpled shirt hanging off fallen shoulders, his eyes shining wet and desperate.

“Why?” you asked. It was the only question you could ask. The only one that mattered—if it even mattered. You heard your voice breaking as if it were in another room.

“It was just supposed to be research. I chatted her up to learn about the Meyerist Movement… It wasn’t cheating, at first. I never meant to let things go that far. But she was so smart, but vulnerable… I thought I could help her get out. I thought she was ready to leave religion behind, like I did. She was so much like I used to be. Before I knew it, I was falling in love with her. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

Tears escaped your eyes, but you didn’t want them to. You didn’t want him to see you cry over him. “So you love her?”

“No! I love you—I chose you,” he croaked. “It’s been over for a long time. She was only using me to help her research the history of Meyerism. When I realized that...” He took a few steps toward you, but you took one back to stay out of reach.

You let out a bark of cynical laughter. “So I was your fallback? The one who actually cared about you? Supported you? It was too hard having this woman lean on you for help, so you just used me the same way?”

“That… that isn’t—”

“You don’t love me. I’m just a soft place for you to land. If she patiently waited at home for you, you would have left me, wouldn’t you?”

“It was a mistake. The worst mistake of my life. Please...”

“The worst part is, I thought you were better than this. I believed in you. You were always so cuddly and domestic, the kind of guy you settle down with—I thought I finally found a man I could trust.”

“You can. It will never happen again. I’ll spend my whole life making up for it if I have to.”

Unlike the tightly clenched tear ducts on your face, regularly scrubbed dry with the back of your sleeve, Jackson’s tears were freely flowing down his cheeks. He tried to hold you, but you shoved his cold touch away.

It was too late for that. His arms were not comfort anymore.

All you could see was him wrapping those arms around her. All while you were cooking him dinner, being so understanding of his late nights, waiting for him to come home. Never knowing. Never thinking he would betray you.

He must have washed her scent off him. Did he scrub his cock with soap twice just to make sure you wouldn’t taste her on him when you knelt between his knees? Did he think about her hair when he was pulling yours? Imagine her lips wrapped around him?

Was she better than you? Was that why he did it?

Did he finger her the same way, slow and gentle, before fucking her? You wondered if he murmured the same praises, told her she was taking him so well, if he gave that same breathy, “fuck,” just before he came inside her.

Weren’t you enough? What did you do so wrong that he needed to cheat?

Finally, you began to sob. Your whole body rocking, shoulders heaving in big gasping breaths. He took advantage of the moment and hugged you tight, whispering shallow promises meant to be comforting, and you could tell his heart was breaking at the sight of you in pain.

You let him hold you, just for a moment, because it still felt so good—he still felt like home.

But you were sobbing for broken plans. For the apartment lease you would have to renew when you had been looking forward to moving in. For the dog you and Jackson wanted to adopt from the shelter. For the Airbnb you booked in Vermont for leaf-peeping season that would have to be canceled.

His cheating hands felt cold on your back, but you let him hold you a little bit longer, because despite everything, your heart was breaking for him, too.

Because this would be the last time he ever held you.

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Walk You Home (Jeno x reader) angst

A/n : hey. Yeah sorry for the long disappearance. Here is a story that even happened in my dream.

For you @yutahoes for the request on June lmao took me a month, but I hope this is okay

Pairing : Jeno x you + Jaemin

wc : 2415!!

Trigger warning : dead character, supernatural incidents, the ghost is lurking, language

i hope this is good enough

@yutahoes @neopalette @supermwritersnet @multifandomnet

He still remembers the accident in the back of his mind. It haunts Jeno every night how he sees his best friend laying on the emergency bed with a bleeding head and a pair of eyes that lose focus as the paramedics run through the corridors. Jeno still remembers running with them, pushing the dying man with a pretty smile to the operation room. Jeno can still feel Jaemin’s almost gone breath as he tried to send his last will to Jeno. Jeno never forgets the last will Jaemin said before the angelic guy closes his eyes forever.

They were only 21, enjoying their life to the best. Nights spent partying at clubs and fraternities, lunch spent with cute girls and the basketball teams, afternoon spent together as they always did since they were young. Jeno and Jaemin, the duo you always wish to be, an inseparable best friend, the two handsome princes. Everything seems perfect, until the night Jaemin got hit by a drunk driver and Jeno had to watch his one and only best friend let his hand go.

“Jeno?” a soft voice disturbs his daydream and the boy quickly shakes his head.

“Yes love?” He puts on his eye smile when he sees you, his girlfriend for ten months sitting beside him in the library.

“What were you thinking?” you whisper while looking at him to find answers. He is so hard to read and you’re still trying to be able to read him.

Jeno only picks your hand on the table and plants a quick light kiss “Nothing, just what flower to bring tomorrow.”

You sympathetically rub his back and squeeze his hand “Jaemin loves cherry blossoms of course we will bring that.”

Jeno just nods “Won’t he be bored?”

You rub his hair “He loves cherry blossoms, he won’t be bored of it.” you say and turn to face your book to start reading.

Jeno just keeps staring at his hand that you just held, there’s a silver band encircling his finger and when he glances at you, he sees the same ring but in a smaller size on your hand.

It’s Jaemin’s second death commemoration, Jeno misses him dearly but every night Jeno is haunted by the same nightmare.

He plays with the ring in his finger and chooses to distract himself with his phone once his corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of his best friend. Cross out the ghost of Jaemin.

It’s been two years and Jeno can still occasionally “see” Jaemin. No one sees him, his friends just say that Jeno grew up too attached and that he misses Jaemin that’s why his mind kept on seeing things. But Jeno is sure, the Jaemin he sees is the real spirit of Jaemin. He’s always seen looking over you and Jeno and his smile is still as pretty as it can be.

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Jeno enters his apartment, after Jaemin is gone, he chose to move into a studio so he won’t keep getting reminded of the past. But as the young boy closes his door and strips himself to take a shower, his reflection in the mirror made him stop. There he can see Jaemin sitting on the top of his book shelf, but when he looks back he’s not there.

On the mirror, he can see his friend still happily swinging his feet.

“What do you want Jaem?” he snickers at himself for talking to a spirit in his room.

Jeno of course knows there won’t be any answers, but he knows the look in Jaemin’s eyes and he knows his friend wants to say something.

“I will come to your grave tomorrow. I didn’t forget.” he crosses his arms over his chest.

Jaemin smiles but shakes his head

“You keep on showing up Jaem and it’s tiring for me. It’s painful to see you but you’re not here with me.” his frustration that he keeps in his heart starts to boil.

Jaemin remains calm and Jeno laughs at his own reflection “Look at me. I am out of my mind, talking to a mirror. Well, I’ll shower and please if you want to say something show it or say it. I’ll shower. DON’T FOLLOW ME.” he still playfully jokes around about this and Jeno takes off his accessories and then closes his bathroom door.

Jaemin jumps down the shelves and walks around the room, well he is still here despite two years of leaving this world because he had one thing left to do.

Jaemin reaches out for the picture frame of Jeno and him how Jeno’s smile was so genuine back then but now it looks fake and forced.

He doesn’t want his best friend to be sad, and Jaemin has to fix that.

Jaemin sits down and flashes back on three months ago when he was sitting on top of your cupboard. He always does this and he’s grateful you cannot see him or he’ll be called a peeping tom. He overheard you calling your best friend and asking about your relationship with Jeno.

For Jaemin this sounds weird, he sees how happy you are with Jeno but why are you talking like this to your friend.

The conversation he overheard was clear and fresh in his memory.

“I don’t know about Jeno, but he seems to be tired of me.” you spoke to your best friend, Renjun on the call.

“What do you mean? He’s happy when you said yes eight months ago.”

“Yes but eight months he always treated me like I am that special, isn’t that weird?”

“Are you high? All girls want to be treated like a princess. Jeno is doing that to you but you don’t want that?”

You sigh “No, it just seems fishy Renjun-ah. Men usually will show their true self after some months together, we never fight. He always lets me win. Not that I don’t like it, its just like he is just doing a duty. I don’t feel any surprise, everything seems perfect and planned.”

Jaemin scrunches his eyebrows and almost falls from the cupboard when you suddenly look in his direction.

The guy finally left after hearing the rest of the call and since he’s been coming over to see you for almost one year and a half, he always listened to whatever you were sharing that Jeno never knew.

What Jaemin finds fascinating is that Jeno never knows that you felt something weird about the relationship.

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Jaemin glances over to the countertop near Jeno’s bed and notices the silver ring with your initials in it. He reaches over but passes through it. He sighs and keeps his hands to himself “(y/n)” he whispers to himself as he looks at the ring with big eyes.

The bathroom door opens and Jeno comes out of the steam with wet hair and red eyes.

Jaemin quickly disappears, had Jeno been crying?

Jeno grabs his phone that lights up with a reminder. “Text (y/n) good night,” the reminder says and he obediently unlocks his phone to type in his message.

Jaemin never notices this because well he never pays attention to his phone. But if he knows this, he’ll be furious.

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The two of you park the car near the picturesque scenery where Jaemin’s resting place is located. Well, if Jeno is his long life best friend, you are Jaemin’s high school friend.

Both of you take turns, you go first to the grave, plucking out some wild grass while trying to tell Jaemin that Jeno is doing well and that you miss him. You don’t spend too much time as you know Jeno will have more to say.

“Wait in the car okay, lock the door.” Jeno kisses the top of your head as he brings the cherry blossom to his best friend.

“It’s been two years,” Jeno started “And eleven months with (y/n). I am so sorry that I have to tell you this Jaem, but.” Jeno pauses. He looks around trying to find Jaemin.

“But I cannot do this any longer. It’ll only hurt her more. I am sorry Jaem.” Jeno gives a stroke on the stone and leaves not long after.

Both of you drive in silence, it’s uncommon since you try to respect Jeno’s emotions for you know it must be hard for him.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks before making an exit on the highway.

You look at him “I have to get something for mom, but it’s going to be a hassle to bring a car and find parking space there.”

Jeno didn’t give you a chance to speak anything else when he just cuts you with “Oh we can park my car and I’ll walk with you there.”

You want to deny him and say no thank you, but dating Jeno for 11 months, you know it’s hard to make the man change his mind.

“Okay, thank you. I was about to ask Renjun to accompany me but if you’re not busy then yes please come with me.” you calmly thank him and Jeno just nods his head.

You observe his face from the side, isn’t he jealous? Shouldn’t he be jealous? How come his face doesn’t show any change of emotion?

You bite your lips and tune the radio louder as both of you enter Jeno's living space.

He parked his car, goes up to take his bus card and soon after returned by your side with two caps.

“It’s sunny, you would want to wear this.” he puts it over your head and you just smile. Maybe he really is attentive and full of care

The market district was full of stands and you were looking through some types of textile. Your mother is a designer and she makes custom made dress, it’s your job to find the textile she wanted.

Jeno just stays beside you. Admiring how professional you look. If Jaemin is here, he knows that man could help you pick. After all, Jaemin is more suitable to be your boyfriend than Jeno is. He shakes his head to clear his mind. Lately he’s been thinking of crazy stuffs

“We’re done.” you say after pocketing the card your mom gave and you hold his hand. Jeno was surprised “Oh where’s the stuffs let me bring it” his other hand reaches over you to usually take over the stuffs you have but he found nothing.

You giggle “They will send it home Jeno, it’s too heavy if we have to carry it home. Now come on, let me treat you to coffee. You seem out of your mind.” you say goodbye to the vendor and drag your man to a coffee shop nearby.

“Here’s your americano.” you hand him the coffee and he questions you “Oh we’re not sitting down?”

You shake your head “You look tired Jen, let’s go home okay.” you rub his hair and take his hand into your palm.

Jeno can see Jaemin on the corner of the shop smiling at him, but his smile was different. Jaemin looked sad.

“It’s our bus come Jen.” you wonder why he’s always day dreaming lately but you won’t force him to answer you.

The bus ride was quick. Both of you are living close to each other, so usually you will separate at the bus stop or he’ll walk you home.

The walk was filled with light talks like him asking what you will do after this and you just ask him about his cats.

“We’re here.” he softly lets go off your hand that he’s been holding.

You smile “Thank you, goodbye, get home safe.”

He nods “I’m gonna watch you go inside, so hurry and go in.”

He waits as you turn your back to enter the apartment.

You wave back at him and he blows a flying kiss to you.

“See you tomorrow.” you yell before disappearing and Jeno smiled.

Jeno turns around and questions if he misses you already.

“Goodnight, good bye, see you tomorrow” he chants to himself, repeating what just happened.

In a few hours, it’ll be the long-awaited weekend

I’ll pick you up so sleep in

And let’s meet at that place at 2pm,

Jeno whispers to himself “to break up.”

He feels a lump on his heart been taken away and he can walk home with a lighter steps. On his way to his apartment, he enjoys the breeze and thinks that it’s time to end the lie.

Once he steps into his apartment, he sees Jaemin once again greeting him, this time with a small smile.

Jeno raises his brow, he doesn’t know what that smile means.

“I am breaking up with her. I am sorry.” Jeno speaks up

Jaemin nods

“You loved her, and we once made a promise that we will fulfil each other’s last wishes.” Jeno took off his cap

Jaemin just keeps staring at him, wanting him to continue

“And I did your last wish.” he tosses the cap to the bed “You want to date (y/n), but you didn’t get the chance. I did all of the things you wanted to do with her as a boyfriend.”

Jaemin still smiles but pitifully

“I brought her to your favorite place, accompanies her when she studies, text her good night and good morning daily, I followed her shopping, I walk her home and I tried loving her like how you would, but Jaemin it’s not fair if she knows this and my feelings are tired of pretending.”

Jaemin nods slowly and Jeno feels bad

“But sorry Jaem, she can’t keep living in a lie.” Jeno takes off the ring and puts it down

“Sooner or later, she will know that the J here stands for Jaemin and not Jeno. and that will happen tomorrow.”

Jeno sits down and buries his face in his hands. He pulls at his hairs, feeling confused, happy and sad at the same time.

He feels a warm touch on his shoulder and when he looks up behind his watery eyes, he sees Jaemin sends him the best smile he ever sees and he looks peaceful. Slowly as Jeno tries to hold his friend for the last time, Jaemin fades and disappears completely into thin air.

Life goes on, Jeno stop lying and finally Jaemin can leave in peace and you? You finally know the answer why your guts keep telling you that this looks odd.

end.

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outerbankspreferences · 3 years

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I don’t know why you love me - Rafe Cameron

Word Count: 3080

WARNINGS: I went into a bit of detail with his drug problem. If that makes you uncomfortable it’s all italicized so you can skip that part and you shouldn’t be confused.

REQUEST: Could you write an imagine where Rafe's long time girlfriend says that she sees herself marrying him to Sarah and Rafe overhears. He is super damaged thanks to Ward so he doesn't believe it really and starts to distance himself. A sweet ending please?

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It was a Sunday afternoon in the Outer banks. Things had calmed down a lot. You were over at the Cameron household helping Sarah make decision on her engagement party. John B had finally popped the question to Sarah with your help. You helped him make sure the ring was the right size and helped narrow down spots. You were so happy for the two of them. You and Sarah had grown close over the years of dating Rafe. She was always there to support you when things got hard with his withdrawal in the beginning. She was your shoulder to cry on when you didn’t want to break in front of him.

“Rose wants to know who were inviting. Apparently, she wants to have it at the country club.” Sarah sighed slamming her head down on the table. John B had just walked through the door. “Oh god, what did I just walk into.” He asked wondering if he should try and dip out.

“Your fiancé is trying to narrow down the guest list. Who do you want to invite John B?” You ask him to look through the list you already started. It only had Sarah’s family and extended family. “If you don’t want to have it there Sarah you don’t have to. It’s your engagement party not hers.” You look at her.

“I know but I don’t know where I want to have it, and we can’t wait to long.” She told you as John B came over rubbing her back trying to be comforting. “If you want to babe, we can look at some places tomorrow. Take your mind off the planning for a bit.” John B suggested trying to be helpful. Honestly, he knew nothing about planning a party and just left it up to you guys. If it were up to him, they would be partying on the beach like old times. “That’s a great idea, did you put the pool cover back on when you were done? I don’t want dad getting pissed again. I listened to him complain about it for like a week.” Sarah asked him. “I did not cover the pool, because your brother is still in there swimming and I didn’t want to drown him this time.” You all laugh. John B and Rafe’s friendship had always been rocky but has gotten better in the last couple of years. He even asked his permission to marry Sarah which you thought was adorable when Rafe told.

Rafe was no longer swimming he got out of the pool and was putting the cover on it. He had started to collect the things from outside. You guys hung out there all the time because your apartment didn’t have a pool and the beaches were always crowded this time of year. He was walking towards the door when he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard his name.

“I can’t wait to plan all this stuff with Rafe.” You say more to yourself but both Sarah and John B hearing you. “Did he propose to you?” Sarah almost yells out loud. “Say it louder Sarah, I don’t think they heard you across the street.” John B scolds her. “No, he hasn’t proposed. I wish he would though. After everything we’ve been through, I’m ready for the next part of our life. I just don’t want to freak him out.” You say gushing to Sarah all about the plans you wanted to have with Rafe.

Rafe couldn’t believe this. He thought he was the luckiest man on earth when you agreed to go out with him. He was still recovering from his addiction, but you were there for him. You knew about his drug addiction, everyone on the island knew about it. You never brought it up to him though. You knew he would tell you when he was ready to let you into that part of him.

~FLASHBACK~

It wasn’t until Sarah called you one day saying that Rafe was in the hospital. You’d never driven faster in your life. When you got there, he was thrashing around screaming. You asked Ward what happened, and he told it that he must have gotten a bad cut of drugs. He had been clean for a while and you couldn’t understand what would cause him to relapse, as far as you knew things were going great, you guys just started talk about getting a place together.

“I don’t understand what would cause him to relapse?” You ask looking at Ward. He shrugged his shoulders, it looked like he could careless about his son. “I don’t know, that’s what addicts to Y/N, they relapse. You should have thought about this before you started dating him. He’s not worth it. You’ve got so much going for you, don’t let him hold you back.” You couldn’t believe what he was saying. Rafe was in danger and he didn’t even care. “He wouldn’t be damaged if it weren’t for you Ward. You broke him. All he ever wanted to do was make you proud. You pushed him to this. What kind of father pushes their son over the edge like this? He needs help because of you. I will not leave him the way you did, because where I come from you don’t give on family like that.” You tell him in front of everybody in the waiting room. You knew it wasn’t your place to say these things, but you were so upset. You tried to walk away when Ward grabbed your arm, “you don’t understand what its like Y/N, on this side of island we have a reputation to uphold.” You look him dead in the eyes. “Clearly you want the wrong reputation.”

You sat by Rafe’s bed all night holding his hand. The nurses gave him some medications to calm him down and finally took the restraints off. He looked so peaceful sleeping, you wondered what he was dreaming of. The doctor had come in to talk to you about what happened. He explained everything that had happened and that they found traces of LSD in the coke he took. It was a new mix on the island, and if it had been a while since Rafe last used his body probably wasn’t used to it.

Rafe finally woke up looking around, taking in his surroundings. That’s when he saw you in the chair next to him. You had a blanket covering you with a book in your lap. He couldn’t remember what happened. He only remembered the fight he got in with Ward. He just lost it. Ward was telling him that he wasn’t good enough for you. That Rafe needed to get his life together. He told him that he was holding you back, and you deserved more then a low life drug addict like him. He cursed himself for changing his emergency contact to you when he broke his arm last summer. He moved his hand, and it woke you up. You eyes flutter open adjusting to the brightness of the room. You smiled at him.

“Hey handsome, how are you feeling?” Even after everything you just watched he was still the most handsome person ever. You were quiet waiting for his answer. “I have a headache, what happened?” He asked you. He was confused and groggy from the medications they gave him. His voice was hoarse from all the screaming. “You had a bad reaction to some drugs you took. They were laced with LSD, Sarah called me, and I got here as soon as I could. It was bad Rafe, you were scream and thrashing around, but it’s okay now. The doctors took care of you they gave you some meds to help counter act the drugs in your system.” You explained to him.

Just then the doctor comes in. “Mr. Cameron, glad to see your back in order son, how are you feeling?” He looks through Rafe’s chart. “It’s just Rafe, Mr. Cameron is my father, and I feel tired, I have a headache too.” Rafe told the doctor you got up to leave, but he grabbed your hand. “I’m not going far love; I’m just giving you guys some privacy.” You put your hand on top of his. “I know, I just want you to stay please.” He looked at you with scared eyes. You couldn’t imagine how overwhelming this was on him. You sat back down, and the doctor continued talking. “I have looked into some rehabs on the mainland Rafe. You’re still young, you can turn this around. I have a friend who runs one for men your age. I can get you in if you want.” He looked at the both of you. Rafe looked at you as if looking for confirmation. “You need help Rafe, they can give you the help you need. I’ll help you as much as you want but I’m not a professional.” You tell him your honest opinion. You would support him with whatever he chose. “If I go to rehab when do I leave?” He asked the doctor. “I can get you on the ferry in the morning. The sooner the better. You’re normally there eight weeks but you can stay longer if you need.” The doctor looked at the two of you.

Rafe agreed to go to rehab with your support. It was the longest eight weeks of your lives. You stayed in a hotel over on the island paid for by the Cameron’s to make sure you could be there for him. It broke you to watch him go through withdrawal. He was sick all the time, but the treatment center worked, and he got clean. You guys ended up getting an apartment together afterwards and Rafe kept up with his required therapy.

Looking back on it, Rafe couldn’t believe you stayed with him. He didn’t know if anyone else would have. So, when he overheard you talking to Sarah about getting married to him, he couldn’t believe you. All those times Ward told him he wasn’t good enough for anyone he believed him. He figured you were just staying with until you found someone better.

Rafe was distant the whole way home. He didn’t say much in the truck, but you just figured he was tired from being outside all day. When you guys got back to the apartment, he went straight to take a shower. You knock on the door, “Babe you want me to join, I could use a shower too, I smell like chlorine and it’s giving me headache.” When you go to turn the knob its locked. “I won’t be long Y/N, you can shower after me.” He responded through the door. You heard the shower running, it was weird he said that he loved showering with you. He always said he loved the intimacy of it.

This behavior continued on and off for weeks leading up to the engagement party. Rafe was always making excuses that he busy, he was with Topper, he had something to do with his dad, Wheezie needed to be picked up. It got to the point that you guys only talked at night and even then, things were different. He would cuddle you, but it wasn’t the same. You thought maybe it was the engagement party, he hated getting together with extended family because his father always brought up the business.

It was finally the night of the engagement party, it was going to be a nice dinner, and photos then back to the Cameron home for an after party. You had picked Rafe’s suit up from the dry cleaners along with your dress. You were wearing a simple form fitting dress. You didn’t want to outshine Sarah on what was supposed to be her night. You were finishing the last bit of your makeup hollering out to Rafe. “Alright babe, I’m all ready to go.” You walk out of the bathroom putting your earrings in. Rafe was sitting on the couch flipping through his phone. He looked up at you and normally he would tell you how beautiful you looked but he just stood up heading to the door.

The drive was quiet, music playing softly in the background. Rafe didn’t look over at you once. It was making you insecure, did you wear the wrong thing? Did you go overboard? Was it the wrong suit? You guys made small conversation the rest of the way. When you got to the restaurant you sat next to Wheezie, and Rafe sat next to John B. They talked all night but Rafe didn’t say anything to you. When you tried to put your hand on his thigh, he moved it off. You didn’t understand what had gotten into him.

The pictures didn’t go any better. They did some family ones and then just some of John B and Sarah you took that as your opportunity to pull Rafe a side and mention something. “Is everything okay Rafe?” You ask as soon as you guys are way from listening ears. He gave you a confused look. “Everything’s fine.” He replied not saying anything after. “Oh really because you’ve been distant for weeks. You’ve barely said two things to me all day, did I do something?” You ask concern lacing your voice. You looked in his eye searching for any kind of emotion. “Look can we not make this about us Y/N, its Sarah and John B’s night. We can talk about it later.” He snapped at you. He walked away not saying another thing about it.

Once you guys got to the party you went your separate ways. You were talking to Kie and Sarah laughing about something they said. You looked around for Rafe and didn’t see him anywhere. “Where’s Rafe Y/N? I haven’t seen him all night.” Kie asked looking at you. You looked around, “your guess is as good as mine. He’s been distant the last couple of weeks, I don’t know what’s wrong with him.” You explain to the girls. They both agreed it was weird for him to be acting that way.

The DJ started playing some slower songs. Kie went off with Pope dancing and Sarah left with John B. You scanned the room looking for Rafe. You feel someone’s hand on the small of your back and it causes you to jump. You turn around and it’s just him, “sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughs a little. You lean into his touch. “That’s okay, are you enjoying yourself?” You ask him. “Yeah, it’s not that bad of a party.” It was the stupid small talk again.

That’s when the DJ started playing your guys song. “Rafe it’s our song, let’s go dance to it.” You grab his hand pulling him out to the dance floor before he could protest. You wrapped his arms around your waist, yours going around his neck. He kept distance from you though. You had finally had it.

“For Christ sakes Rafe, what is going on with you. You’ve been avoiding me like the plague. Did I do something? I don’t know what I did but I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you. Are you not attracted to me anymore, is there someone else?” You start to ramble on. Rafe couldn’t believe you thought you were the problem. “It’s not you Y/N its me.” Rafe cut you off. “Well, that’s just great Rafe. Real cliché of you.” You said to him walking away. You walk onto the porch with him following. You prepared yourself for what you were about to hear.

“Just tell me Rafe? Is there someone else?” You ask him looking down tears forming in your eyes. “What? No, there’s no one else.” He said to you nonchalantly. “Then what is it?” You ask, ready to break. Rafe took a deep breath. “I overheard you talking to Sarah. When you told her that you were ready for the next step. You told her you wanted to marry me, and I don’t know why. For the life of me, after everything I’ve put you through, I can’t understand why you love me. I don’t know why you want to throw your life away on a count of me.”

He wasn’t looking at you anymore. He was looking out onto the water. Watching the moon bounce of the waves trying to calm himself. You walk up behind him placing a hand on his back. “I love you Rafe, that’s why I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” You turn his head so he’s looking at you. He had had to see you meant every word you were about to say.

“I love that you remember my coffee order, even though I change it every week. I love that you make sure my shows are recorded when I forgot them. I love that bring me coffee when I’m working. I love the look in your eye when you just wake up in the morning. I love the sound of your voice when you tired and hung over. I love spending lazy days in bed with you. I love all these things and more. I’ve grown to love your faults, and your positives Rafe Cameron. And I’m sorry if I freaked you out with what I said to Sarah, but I’ve never loved someone like I love you. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. But then I look into your beautiful blue eyes and I’m not scared anymore, because I know when I have you, I can do anything.” You told him with tears in your eyes. He was almost crying too; he took you into a bone crushing hug. You guys stayed like that for while just swaying to the music softly playing the background.

He finally pulled away you. Looking into his eyes you could tell he had cried a little. When he spoke, it was a whisper even though you were the only two out there. “I love you too Y/N. I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don’t want anyone else.” He kissed you with all the passion he had in him. You kissed him back with just as much emotion. “Okay, but I want to elope because I can’t plan another party.” You tell him after pulling apart. He laughed looking at you, “Deal.”

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cursestothemoon · 3 years

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I Won’t Say I’m In Love

Fred Weasley x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

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Warnings: Language, suggestive themes

Word Count: 2569

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(i found the picture on google, there is a name on it but other than that i am not sure who owns it. I do not.)

The leaves, newly fallen from the on coming of Autumn, crunched under the feet of hurrying students. Hogwarts had begun it’s new school year, witches and wizards were hurrying from boats and carts to get into the castle and catch up with friends. Just outside of the dining Hall was a sea of students, chattering with friends, everyone staying in clumps of like colors.

Gryffindors stayed with their own, as did Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs were the ones to intermingle the most, having friends in almost every house. Then there was the house of Salazar Slytherin, a proud bunch, robes of green tightly knit together leaving no room for outsiders or stragglers, not that the other houses (excluding Hufflepuff) thought highly enough of the green and silver house to make friends.

Y/n L/n, a proud member of Slytherin stood proud with her friends and housemates. Her chin was held high, a playful smirk painted delicately on her features as she listened to Blaise Zabini give a recount of his summer holiday. Blaise had always been a nice boy, his mother was a beautiful woman who was familiar with the front page of many high end wizarding fashion magazines. Then there was Lily Webberforth, another pureblood from a family of wealth, she was in Y/n’s year and a cherished friend.

“Father said he’d be purchasing a new peacock for the manor, though he couldn’t decide between albino or not.” Draco informed.

Draco Malfoy had wormed his way into the group during second year, a good kid...when he wanted to be, but absolutely snotty otherwise.

“Y/n, how about you wear my jersey for the first game of the season?” Adrian Pucey asked, arm slinging around Y/n’s shoulders making her internally cringe.

She was never a fan of being touched and Adrian seemed to be all for it when it came to her. They were in the same year and he’d been trying to convince Y/n to make it official since third year. She preferred to play with him rather than commit to him. It was easier that way, being able to differentiate her feelings from an early age, she knew she didn't particularly like him, but they had a few good nights and now she can’t shake him. He had become rougher over the years, harsh and controlling with an affinity for blackmail.

“No my clothes are just fine, Pucey, thanks.” She shrugged off his arm as Lily snickered at the exchange, finding joy in giving Adrian a look that told him ‘better luck next time’.

Adrian, not the biggest fan of rejection then turned to Lily in hopes of getting a jealous rise out of Y/n.

“What about you, Lils? You’ll wear my jersey won’t you?”

Lily shook her head, “I’m on the team with you, clear why you're not in Ravenclaw isn't it?”

Y/n laughed at the comment and moved to stand next to Lily, away from Adrian. Luckily, he got the message, for now, and left to find Marcus Flint.

“Have you seen the twins yet?” Lily asked, leaning closer to Y/n to make sure she wasn't overheard.

The girl gave her a questioning look before asking, “Why would I go looking for them?”

“Their hair’s come in nice, looking a bit shabby last year, remember?”

“Yeah, they’ve finally cut it?”

Lily shook her head, her eyes glowing with excitement, “Even better, it’s grown out a bit longer. Real nice looking, George looks rather well I’d say.”

“I always figured you had a thing for him.” Y/n laughed.

“Oh please, you and I both know that you love how much attention Fred gives you.”

Y/n tried to respond, really she did, but she was both out of words and interrupted by Lily again.

“Look, here they come.” Her voice was quite as she nudged her head in the direction behind Y/n.

Y/n turned slowly, in no rush to give Fred Weasley the satisfaction of having him know they were talking about him. When she did finally meet his eyes she couldn’t help but agree with Lily, his hair had grown out quite handsomely and he seemed to have reached an impossible height, well over the six feet he towered at in the previous year.

“Ladies.” They greeted simultaneously, Fred eyeing Y/n as they neared.

She gave a silent nod to them as Lily vocally greeted them with a reserved, “Hey.”

“News is that the first match of the season has our houses against each other. Shame isn’t it, Poppet? You can’t cheer for me.” Fred asked, arms crossing in front of his chest and lips stretching to a smirk.

Anyone could tell Fred was proud of his large frame, as a beater he worked hard for his toned arms, and thick biceps but his height was a complete natural gift bestowed upon him by the gods and he wouldn’t waste their generosity.

Y/n snorted, “Oh yeah, makes me feel empty inside when I can’t cheer for you, Weasley.”

“I know, no need to tell me. I fill you right up don’t I?”

The comment made her sneer at him, but she was unable to say anything back as her house was called into the Great Hall for the beginning of the year feast. Fred watched her leave as George poked fun at his inability to charm his way into her heart with innuendos and sarcasm.

It annoyed Fred, it was common knowledge that you had been with a few guys, some people even going as far as giving Y/n an undeserved title for it. Unfortunately, common knowledge happened to be a common rumor made by people who disliked her. Fred didn’t know this however and her constant rejection made him wonder, what did all those other guys have that he didn't?

Y/n and Fred had a back and forth relationship, neither being afraid to throw jabs at the other with the underlying tone of flirtiness yet both of them knowing the line not to cross. Fred thought she was ethereal, the way she seemed to glow as she walked through the halls had him weak in the knees. Her voice was buttery and soft, a velvety quality that seemed to grasp onto each of his heartstrings. Fred was head over heels for her and he hated it so he used sarcasm and a condescending tone to combat his feelings. Over time this developed into a false belief that he really didn’t like her, she was cunning, sly, and so easy to hate when he couldn’t love her.

Lily and Y/n sat in potions class, potion already brewed and completed as they gossiped in hushed tones and watchful eyes.

“So, anything new with Weasley?”

Y/n didn’t need a first name to know who her friend was referring to and she groaned.

“No, and there never will be.”

A loud groan emitted from Lily’s lips, “When are you gonna stop lying to yourself? I can see right through you.”

“There is no chance, no way that I’d ever fall for him.”

“You’d never fall for him or you’d never let yourself?”

The following silence was just as good of an answer as any, and Lily gave her a smug looking knowing she had won the argument.

Class ended shortly after that exchange, Y/n and Lily now having a free period chose to hang out in the room with the goblet of fire, watching as people put their names in. It was only last night that Fred and George had voiced their complaints quite loudly at the age restriction and Y/n was excited to rub it in Fred’s face that she was of age. Of course she wasn’t going to put her name in the goblet, she had better things to worry about than some tournament.

Lily and Y/n entered the hall at seemingly the wrong time, seeing as Fred and George had run through the doors leaving the girls in their dust. The whoops and hollers from bystanders made Y/n roll her eyes much to Lily’s amusement.

“How can you not be annoyed by their arrogance?” Y/n asked incredulously.

Her friend shrugged, “They are amusing.”

Y/n ignored the comment as they neared the twins.

“It’s not going to work.” She sing-songed loud enough for them to hear as she walked by.

Fred and George heard the comment and made a b-line for her and Lily. Fred plopped down behind Y/n, his face turning to meet her eyes, George doing the same to Lily.

“You don’t think that, do you Lily?” George asked Lily with a feigned look of childlike innocence.

“Come on, Poppet, have a little faith in me.” Fred said, a sarcastic look of pleading falling over his features.

For extra effect Fred jutted out his bottom lip making Y/n laugh at his ridiculousness, and oh how he loved to have her attention to himself.

“It’s incredibly dimwitted.” Y/n answered.

Lily nodded, “See that there?” She pointed to a white line around the goblet as she continued, “it’s an age line. Dumbledore drew it himself -”

“Meaning something as pathetically dimwitted as an aging potion isn’t going to get past it.” Y/n finished.

Fred tsked as he shook his head, “That’s why it’s so brilliant.”

“Because it’s so pathetically dimwitted.”

The twins stood up abruptly and Y/n’s eyes followed Fred’s figure. The way his jaw flexed as he drank the potion and his hair flopped when he jumped down from the bench with George made Y/n lose grasp on her emotions for just a moment.

He was good looking, she couldn’t deny it. Fred Weasley seemed to be built by the gods, his hair burned as that of Ares’, and his face chiseled to the likeness of Apollo. But Y/n had been there and done that with pretty boys, all of them were the same and wouldn’t give in to another one. She refused to let herself fall for him, afraid of the repercussions of really loving him.

The fire let out an angry growl that brought Y/n’s mind back to that room and what was happening, with good timing too as she then watched George and Fred get thrown a few feet in the air and land away from the age line. They sprouted long grey beards and got into a tussle on the floor.

The sight made Y/n giggle before she quickly regained her composure and acted as unbothered as possible making Lily roll her eyes. It would’ve been a fairly enjoyable time, regardless of what Y/n would’ve told Fred, but Adrian Pucey walking into the hall made her shrink in her chair as she grimaced.

“Go, don’t think he’s seen you yet.” Lily whispered, eyes trained on the other Slytherin.

Y/n nodded and hugged the walls as she made her way to the door, hopefully, unseen. She celebrated too early, and her face fell as she heard the unmistakable tone just as she made it through the doors.

“Running away from me?” Adrian called, his smirk evident in his words.

She stopped, turning to look at him as she spoke, “Don’t be so surprised. You ought to have realized by now your company isn’t wanted.”

“Come on Y/n, give us a chance. You know you want to.” He said coming closer to her.

“Really, Adrian, I don’t.”

Adrian reached out to pull her under his arm and forced her to walk with him, the act making her tense up but he didn’t seem to mind. He leaned closer to her ear, his breath hitting her skin making her incredibly uncomfortable.

“You’re mine, you know that don’t you? And no fucking ginger is going to get in my way.” He growled.

“You’re disgusting.” She spat, eyes burning with the anger of Hephaestus’ greatest fire.

Adrian laughed as he leaned closer to Y/n’s ear making her give an uncomfortable shiver, “Careful, darling, your feelings are showing.”

“Miss me, poppet?”

Fred Weasley’s voice was chipper and cheery as he greeted Y/n in their first class of the day. He had just woken up and it showed, his red hair looked as though it was hastily brushed through with his own fingers and his eyes still a bit puffy. He looked positively endearing as he took a seat at his table with George, just behind Lily and Y/n.

“Ridiculously.” Y/n mumbled, not looking up from her Herbology book.

“We’re only a few weeks in, what could you possibly be studying for?” Fred asked as he leaned over his desk to catch a glimpse at what you were looking at.

You glanced at him momentarily before looking back at your book, “Just giving myself an idea of what to expect.”

“Not a bad idea.” George said, considering doing it himself.

Fred gave him a funny look before turning his attention back to the girl in front of him, chin resting on his hand propped up by his elbow on the desk. She wasn’t paying attention to him, instead focusing on the book in front of her. She was slightly to the side allowing Fred the perfect view of her face without giving her the satisfaction of knowing he was staring at her.

Y/n’s hair fell in gentle waves down to kiss the top of her hips, she had fring that framed the length of her face and parted in the middle that was incredibly voluminous. Her eyes were focused with intense determination as she read, face relaxed as she was completely absorbed in what she was doing. Fred noticed early on that she rarely laughed, a genuine, eye crinkling, giggle but instead always had a look of unbothered casualness. He couldn’t understand this, not in the slightest, seeing as he was sure he had smile lines forming already.

He wanted to know more about the ethereal Slytherin, he craved it with everything in his being. Something about her drew him in, held him in place and refused to let him go.

Deep in thought, Fred failed to notice her eyes now looking at him with a curious glint and her hand coming out to poke him with her index finger.

“Alright, Weasley?” Her eyebrows were furrowed and Fred shrugged off the bubbly feeling he got in his gut.

He smirked, “Aw, do you care about my well being? Georgie hold me I may swoon.”

George laughed and shook his head at his brother, Lily joining in on the laughs as she watched Y/n’s face contort to one of distaste.

“Oi, Freddie’s got himself a girlfriend.” Lee Jordan, a close friend of Fred and George’s called from his table on the other side of the greenhouse.

Fred gave a short chuckle, his defenses coming up instantaneously as he tried to ignore the burning of his cheeks. And maybe if he hadn’t been so keen on putting down any and all rumors of him having feelings for Y/n he would’ve noticed the shy smile that graced Y/n’s lips as she turned her face away from the boys.

But alas, he didn't, and instead opened his mouth to shout over to Lee.

“My standards aren't that low, mate. I’d just as soon shag a goblin, Godric knows they’d be less bothersome.”

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couchpotatoaniki · 3 years

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One Year ❣︎ One: Holidays Aren’t For Drama

Chapter Summary: San has finally found you after five years of searching, and he wants you for himself--though not knowing how to do it just yet. In the meantime, you’re having fun hanging out with a friend on the plane to Jeju.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Fem!Reader Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, lotta crack and stupid shit ngl Chapter warnings: swearing, stalking Word count: 1.2k+ A 365 Days parody

Previous: Prologue For the rest of the series, click here

Speech in bold means they’re talking in Korean

Speech in italics is whatever the reader wants their native langue to be that’s not Korean or English

Speech without either means they’re talking in English

You were glad that you were sat next to Yunho on the plane since you needed good vibes that your boyfriend couldn’t really give you. Too sucked up in his own life, which make him the worst person to sit next to Yeosang.

Thankfully, Dominic was terrified of the boy so he was silently scrolling through his phone. That left Mingi to annoy poor Seonghwa the whole trip.

“Oh, you bitch,” Yunho mumbled, picking up four cards from the deck beside him. To pass the time, you and the tall boy decided to play a game of Uno.

Chuckling, you threw down a yellow 2. effectively ending the round. “You know, for someone of your profession, you’re really shit at cards.”

“Maybe because I’m playing against your devious ass.”

“You love my devious ass, don’t lie.” Scoffing, he gathered the cards and began to shuffle them before you ripped them from his hands. “Oh hell no. I know for a fact you’re gonna rig it.”

“I tried last time, and you still won,” he huffed, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair before using the other to take the deck again.

Yunho wasn’t really your friend to begin with. More so Mingi’s, but that had not stopped the two of you becoming just as close. Seonghwa and Yeosang too; you had meet them through the sweet-hearted boy, and all three had quickly become an addition to your short list of loved ones.

In fact, out of the six of you, Dominic was the odd one out.

He didn’t know the secrets you shared, the things you did without his knowledge. Nothing that would directly harm your relationship, no.

To add to that, the five of you were like a family, looking out for each other, and the boys weren’t very font of the guy you had chosen to date.

Then again, compared to the last one, Dominic was much better.

Every year, the boys and you had decided to treat this time as a holiday away from the all the work you do, to treat yourselves for living another year. So you all splurged out and did something big.

How you chose the destination was fairly simple; one of you would throw a dart at a map of the world--blindfolded, obviously--and wherever it landed, you all went there.

It’s what led to the fun cruise in the Pacific the previous trip, and this part of Korea for this current one.

Though, Jeju was one of the places on your bucket list. You were more than excited to go and sight-see. Already, you do plenty of that for your job but never really get the chance to stop and pay attention.

To relax with friends and have fun.

You were going to Jeju for leisure purposes.

San was going to Jeju for you.

Yes, he was originally going there for work, to deal with a bit of business that had gone awry. But then he saw you, quickly crossing the road, from his vehicle.

Decided to follow you, see where you were going and with whom.

At first, he was a little pissed to know that you were travelling with five men, you being the only woman. Most likely scenario, one of them was your boyfriend.

But that information had no longer mattered, because you were going to Jeju. On the same flight as him.

San didn’t like to admit in believing in fate, but if that wasn’t it, he didn’t know what would be.

Hongjoong--who was stood beside him in the middle of the airport by now--was concerned over his strange behaviour. Even the slightest shift that seemed out of the ordinary, he immediately became suspicious.

That’s why San knew it was stupid to try and lie to him.

When he pointed out to you, telling him to look, it only took the older boy a few seconds for him clock on. “You’re shitting me...”

“I’m not, Joong. She’s here. She’s really here.”

“San,” the now-blue-haired boy began, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention, “look at me. You can’t. It was five years ago, and not to mention, you’re already with--”

Shoving his hands off his shoulders, the mafia boss glared at his second-in-command. “You don’t even like Dae anyway!”

No, Hongjoong hated that crazy woman to his very core. She was bad for his friend, but the boy was too caught up in filling the hole you somehow managed to carve to even care.

Had it been any other, the short man would have let San do his thing, but his current girlfriend was one of the heirs to a rather big mafia herself. Being with her involved politics, and being with her for nearly five years brought more trouble than you were worth.

But Hongjoong knew that San wouldn’t listen to him. Not when he’s like this.

The only thing he could do now was damage control.

The two males--San mainly--had stalked the six of you, deducing who meant what to you. Didn’t like how cosy you were with either of them, but specifically disliked the guy who had his hand wrapped around your waist.

Then there was the other guy, one of the really tall ones, with black hair--streaks of green and grey running through it--and a loud voice. Party animal, the two thought. He was particularly close to you too, sending playful hits that were definitely reciprocated. Hopefully, he was just a friend...

The other tall guy--the blonde one, with puppy-like eyes--seemed more reserved yet somehow still as energetic.

Next tallest was s black-haired fella. Clean and lean--smart-looking, with soft (but somehow sharp) eyes.

Finally, the last guy. The one who rarely spoke, with a silvery grey mullet that surprisingly complimented his pale skin. There was something about him that Hongjoong couldn’t pin down. Something familiar...

The most obvious odd thing was how you and your supposed ‘boyfriend’ were of a different ethnicity to the other four. Confirmed when the two men overheard you speaking in a completely different language neither of them were used to.

“Fuckin’ language barrier,” San grunted as he realised there was yet another obstacle in his way.

“Fuckin’ good-lookin’ people,” Hongjoong laughed, scanning the six of you.

Being in business class was usually a comfortable experience, but right now was the most excruciating thing possible for both of them. San constantly bombarded the elder with questions and worries about you.

Couldn’t even send Hongjoong back there since his newly-dyed electric blue hair would have captured too much attention. “What’s the point of you if I can’t even get you to spy on people,” the younger huffed. “Dye your hair back to black when we get to the villa.”

“Oh, shut up,” Hongjoong spat with gritted teeth, already beyond annoyed with the man’s behaviour. “That’s not even my job. And you come at me with having unusual hair, but you look like Frankenstein’s Bride with that lock of white with the rest being black.”

Groaning, San looked at the entrance of the business area, hoping for some other miracle to occur and you would peer out. Desperation filled him, wanting to see you again. Etch your newer features into his mind once more.

“Who do you think those other guys were? Her boyfriend’s friends? Her friends? Colleagues?”

“Probably her friends, since they all seemed pretty close to her.”

“Ugh.” San buried his face in his hands, still not liking the sound of that.

“It’s the 21st century, dude. Girls can be friends with guys--and that girl is friends with those guys. Get used to it.”

“Don’t wanna,” San mumbled, puffing out his cheeks as Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at his tantrum.

“Listen, dude, you can’t confine and control her. Doing that’s only gonna push her away--if you’re actually serious in pursuing her.”

“Of course I’m serious!”

“Then you need to plan this out carefully. And you need to think of it fast, since I doubt they’ll be in Jeju for long."

The younger male scoffed, running his tongue against the inside of his cheek as his confidence grew and cogs in his brain began moving. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely come up with something.”

Sighing, Hongjoong looked out of the window, into the peaceful, empty ocean they flew above. What exactly had he done?

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A True Friend for a Werewolf

Hi everyone, here’s the third in a series of drabbles that shed some light on my MC, Cato’s relationships with the canon characters of HPHM. I’ve written pieces for Talbott and Badeea. It’s Chiara’s turn now. For a while, we didn’t know what house she was in. She was revealed to be Hufflepuff in the sixth year. Chiara’s life and personality are defined by her biggest secret: she’s a werewolf. Very mysterious, she is. But unlike Talbott, she also faces social rejection and shame if her status is disclosed, not just government interference. In time, Cato grows to build a very close friendship with Chiara based on trust and a vow to look out for each other and keep their secrets safe. Just beware, this post is longer than the others as I provided some background and more details to help build the foundation of their bond. Enjoy!

Chiara Lobasca was born to an affluent family. Her father was an arithmancer and her mother was extremely skilled with memory charms. Due to her knowledge of the spells, she was employed by the Ministry as an Obliviator, responsible for solving violations of the secrecy laws by wiping the memories of muggles who were aware of the incident, as well as knowledge of magic in general.

As a young child, Chiara ran afoul of the infamous werewolf, Fenrir Greyback. She was bitten by him and became a werewolf too. He attempted to recruit her for his army, which sought to take over the wizarding world as revenge for oppression against their kind. Fortunately, her parents were able to stop him and send him packing before their daughter could be influenced by him. Chiara, aware that she got lycanthropy from her encounter with the cruel Greyback, was extremely scared that he had gotten very close toward taking her away from home and doing who knows what to her. Sheltering their daughter, they chose to keep it private that she was a werewolf, knowing of the large negative stigma and laws that would make it hard to live with her condition.

The Lobascas managed to live stable lives for some time afterwards, but the expenses of procuring Wolfsbane potion to help Chiara get through her transformations put strain on the family’s finances. She eventually befriended a neighbor named Selina, who wasn’t intimidated by hearing she was a werewolf. They were good friends until the former saw Chiara after she transformed. Selina was horrified and never talked to her again out of fear. Her memories were wiped by Chiara’s mum so she wouldn’t have to live haunted by the memories. It was from this incident that Chiara became a more guarded person, being very cautious over who she let into her circle.

She was sorted into Hufflepuff upon arriving at Hogwarts. Her secret meant her life and she understood that if it went out, she’d be in great danger. Chiara’s greatest fear was the fact she was a werewolf becoming known at school. Inside though, she remained the sweet, goodhearted individual she was before she was infected with lycanthropy. Between classes, she would help out Madam Pomfrey with work in the Hospital Wing, her dream of becoming a healer. It was there she first met Cato.

While Chiara found the Ravenclaw boy to be a kind soul who valued people, they remained only acquaintances for a while because of her previous experience with her former friend. They said “Hi!” or even waved to each other when they passed in the halls, but Chiara tried to avoid conversation as much as possible. Cato wondered why she was like this, but he had a feeling that she had something she didn’t want to share, so he respected her choice. It was early into their third year that they got closer.

Cato, Penny and Chiara were all in Herbology when a boggart emerged from its hiding spot. It took the form of a werewolf. Hearing Penny’s shouts, Chiara ducked under a table and fled from the greenhouse when the boggart was repelled. Her memories of Selina finding out she was a werewolf were triggered by the incident. As a result, she became less like her usual self and isolated herself more from her peers. Both they and her professors caught on this and grew worried. Penny was concerned too, and she sought her best friend Cato to try to speak to her roommate and find out what’s going on.

He was advised by Penny not to mention her to Chiara, as she is worried that her encounter with the boggart may create a rift between them. Cato was worried too, as he hadn’t seen Chiara in the hospital wing much after the ruckus in the greenhouse. He first questioned Madam Pomfrey on her whereabouts. She suggested he look in a cupboard down the hallway she uses to store medical potions and other supplies separate from Snape’s classroom so that students wouldn’t touch them during classes.

Cato went to the cupboard, quietly muttering "I hope you're in there, Chiara." A door opens and her, recognizing him by his voice, ushers him in and quickly shuts the door. Chiara explains that she has to tell him something, needing someone outside of her house that she can be able to trust with the information. He learns of a rumor that she overheard about a first year who was attacked by a mysterious white creature in the Forbidden Forest which was believed to be a werewolf. The victim is believed to be a Gryffindor named Pippa MacMillian as she was reported absent from Astronomy the night the attack took place. Hearing this made Chiara desperate. Afraid of what could happen if people started thinking she was the creature, Chiara wanted to tell somebody she knew who could be able to help her solve the mystery.

Together, she and Cato sought out Pippa, who couldn’t recall anything the moment she was attacked in the woods. With the help of a memory potion, she was able to explain that wasn’t sure if her assailant was actually a werewolf. Claw marks on the arm prompted the assumption it was a lycanthrope. Chiara was very relieved to hear this. The three of them dispelled the rumors with Penny’s help, who was also happy to learn the good news. Cato and Chiara became friends after the case was solved. They talked more, especially when they were assigned together in classes such as Herbology. She was still careful with how deep the conversations got, but entrusted Cato with her secret, knowing she could depend on him.

Eventually, their bond would be put to the test. Chiara introduced Cato to an acquaintance of hers, another werewolf named Remus Lupin. She revealed how she shared some of the wolfsbane potion she received from the school to aid in his plight. Lupin was poor and had to keep moving and changing jobs every once in a while to prevent people from finding out he was a werewolf. He stopped accepting wolfsbane from Chiara as it was now time for him to keep moving on. Before leaving, he reminded her that the full moon would be out that night.

That night, Cato and Chiara were playing gobstones, where they opened up a bit more about each other’s lives. She quickly left after remembering Lupin’s warning about the Full Moon. Urgently looking for a safe place to transform, a greatly worried Cato followed her to the Training Grounds. She was about to tell him to run. But it was seconds before she shifted into her werewolf form. Instead, she told him to not let her hurt anyone. As she transformed right in front of Cato, he covered his eyes with his hands, tripping and falling on the ground. When he looked back up, Chiara was now a large werewolf with white fur. She was menacing, but there appeared to be some hesitance in her motion. Cato pulled out his wand, got up and with it behind his back, he called out at her “This is not who you’re really like Chiara! Remember, you’re my friend! You can count on me!” Chiara pauses for a moment, halted by what he just said, but then becomes aggressive. He calls out “I’m sorry! I have to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or anyone, for you! Cato casts Flipendo but the jinx misses and the transformed Chiara strikes him, knocking him back to the ground. His arm is now hurting from the hard blow, but he remembers the Banishing Charm he had learned from Charms a few days ago. Teeth-clenched from the pain of his arm, Cato aims his wand at the werewolf as she closes in to him, his eyes now brimming with tears. He mutters out “Depulso” in a stressed, worried tone. A mass of bluish-white energy explodes from the tip of his wand, blasting the werewolf Chiara several feet away from Cato.

She gets back up on her feet and stares at Cato. A twinkle gleams across her eyes and she makes out a weak smile, before turning away and running back toward the Forbidden Forest to wait out the rest of the night. The morning after the fight, Cato joins Chiara in the artifact room to catch up on the night before. She, although surprised, thanks him for standing by her and not running away when she turned into a werewolf. She then explains why she was keeping her distance all this time, recalling the incident when her neighbor found out what she looked like as werewolf and asked her mum to Obliviate Selena so that she wouldn’t have to live in fear. Chiara was then reluctant to make friends as she didn’t want to harm others through her lycanthropy. Now confident enough to face her fears, she fully opens up to Cato.

He presents her a photo he recovered from the Training Ground after the fight. It was a beautiful color photo of the sun setting over the Black Lake, with Hogwarts Castle in the foreground. Chiara lets Cato keep it as gratitude for his help, and tells him that Lupin gave it to her. The photo was taken by Lupin’s friend James Potter, both of whom were part of the Marauders during their years in school. Cato learns from Chiara that the message of the photo is “The morning will always come.” They immediately give each other a big hug, Cato still holding the photo in one hand. She remarks “This is for not giving up on me. Thank you, Cato!" He answers “Anything I can do for my friends. They’re like family to me.” Chiara then said “I’ll always be able to make it through even the darkest night, so long as I have the support of my friends.”

They were best friends after those events, and continued to be so well into adulthood. Eventually Cato would retire from the high-adventure lifestyle of curse-breaking, looking for a more stable job he enjoyed that could also support his wife Penny and their two sons. He was hired as a healer at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Working with Penny and Chiara, Cato and they would often reminisce about their past adventures in school and as young adults. He continues to keep the photo Chiara gave him back in Hogwarts as a token of their friendship.

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