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15-dogs · 3 years

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hugger |n.s.|

pairing: newt scamander x reader

summary: you begin to develop feelings for newt, your employer, and accidentally do the one thing he hates: hugs (super super fluffy! pining, friends to lovers, takes place in between fbawtft and fb:tcog)

warnings: extremely minimal swearing, getting injured (nothing serious!), a niffler giving birth (?)

guide: (Y/N) = your name, italics = flashback

word count: 2.1K

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb LMAO i rewatched fantastic beasts and unearthed my 8th grade crush on him which gave me this as a product! i hope you like it!!

“Denied again?” you asked Newt. He gave you a curt nod as he paced towards the Kelpie pool.

You frowned; he always seemed to get quieter after he returned from the Ministry. It had been his third attempt to regain his international passport and, of course, his third run in with his brother, Theseus. And you knew how complicated their relationship was. Newt never really talked about Theseus, except for the offhand comments he would make about him.

So far, all you had gathered about the mysterious Scamander was that he was tall, an Auror, and quite the hugger. You nearly burst out laughing when Newt had mentioned that last little fact about his brother as if it were reason enough to dislike him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Scamander, but that just doesn’t seem like something to hate a person over.”

Newt exhaled in quiet laughter as he pet a Mooncalf, grabbing some treats from the bucket he held. He flashed a kind smile at the Mooncalf before turning off and dropping the bucket to the ground, staring you down from across his basement.

“You haven’t met Theseus, then.”

Newt refused to meet your eyes as he joined you in caring for the Leucrotta. You chewed your lip— perhaps you were making a mistake, talking to him so plainly. He was your employer, after all. You weren’t there to help him make nice with his older brother.

Yet, you continued to speak as if you were a personal acquaintance of his. “What I’m trying to say is you’re an incredibly kind, sweet person, Mr. Scamander.”

That got his attention. His head slowly raised to meet yours, and when he saw you were already looking at him, he looked away. But that did not deter you.

“You refer to yourself as these creatures’ mother!” you announced with playful exasperation. That got to him, a soft, harmonic chuckle escaping his lips. “You have such a big heart. I suppose I’m just a little shocked that hugging is the disqualifier.”

Newt’s smile faded as he processed your words. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, thick with emotion. He then shook his head as if it would drive the feelings away, pointing you off towards another creature in need of care.

“Well, what are you going to do?” you prodded, making your way beside him. “Try again?”

“Yes,” he stated with a nonchalant shrug, “that’s exactly what I plan on doing. And I’ll keep at it until I get that ban lifted.”

You snorted. “I can see why you were a Hufflepuff— dedication like no other, Mr. Scamander.”

Newt glanced up at you with a lopsided grin that had your stomach flipping for a moment. The tips of your ears began to heat up and you prayed to Merlin that your hair covered them.

You had known for a while that you had feelings for Newt. It started cultivating inside you with every adoring smile, every impassioned statement, every quiet appraisal. It had soon grown too big to go unnoticed and you knew you were in far too deep.

“Quiet now, quiet now,” Newt whispered to the little Bowtruckle, “mum’s here.”

You were padding down the steps from his apartment, reading the instructions on the back of a potion vile. He had advised you to get it from his medicine cabinet for your headache but you weren’t entirely sure that you picked up the right one.

“Mr. Scamander…” your voice trailed off at the sight of his maternal tendencies.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, “but change can be a good thing. On you hop.” He continued to pet the small and pouty thing before placing it into the makeshift nest he had created, where it was welcomed by the rest of its friends.

That small moment, seemingly insignificant, had caused you to completely fall for Newt. His soft, green eyes fell upon you with a gentle, questioning look at the potion you held. You nodded, answering his silent question without actually telling the truth because, if Newt could be as seemingly perfect as he was day in and day out, you could suffer with a headache for one day.

“Prepare the ointment, please.”

You raised the large container of ointment that you had mixed together in preparation for Newt’s return. “Don’t have to ask me twice, Mr. Scamander.”

He nodded his head towards a desk where you placed the container down.

Newt began to take off his trademark royal blue coat, flinging it onto a desk as he conversed with you about your work. “How has Molly been?”

You eyed the pregnant Niffler which was milling about in its cage. “Quite well, actually. She’s due any day now.”

“And the other Nifflers?”

“Niffler-y, as always,” you joked, earning a smile from the sandy haired man before you.

“Lovely.” Newt finally turned around, examining your state. “You’ll join me, won’t you? Kelpie’s are easier with two people.”

“Right, yes, of course.”

“Brilliant.”

You undid the buttons on your blouse with haste so that you stood in your pants and camisole, pulling your hair from your eyes as you prepared to hop into the pool. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d done this, but each time had your nerves thrumming with anxieties that something would go wrong.

You spun around as you took a step towards the edge of the pool, standing shoulder to shoulder with Newt. He extended his hand without looking down, taking yours in his perfectly rough ones, your mouth instantly going dry. Newt looked over at you, so incredibly close that your noses nearly brushed against one another. He nodded and so did you, both hopping backwards into the pool.

Your camisole popped up from the sudden force and Newt quickly looked away as you tucked it back in to the best of your ability. As soon as you were done, you splashed some water his way, striking him in the chest. His eyes went wide with amusement as he did the same to you, hitting you square in the face.

A small wave knocked the two of you back under, the Kelpie swimming its way towards you. You and Newt managed to grab a hold of it, barely staying on as it bucked you two up and down.

After about the third time the Kelpie lept from the water, you cemented your grip. You let out a loud whoop as the cold air kissed your wet skin, Newt also cheering beside you. The Kelpie dove deep under the water, preparing to rocket you two up. As it breached the water, Newt sent you a disarming smile that had your hands subconsciously loosening. As the Kelpie snapped back under the water, you were thrown off, your body just narrowly missing the stone columns of the pool and splashing with a loud crack in the water.

“(Y/N)!” Newt cried out. His voice was drowned out by the water and by the fact that the pain from the fall had you slipping in and out of consciousness. It was the last thing you heard before you passed out, deep under the water.

You awoke to smell of a savory broth soup flooding in from the room over. You looked around the familiar space, soon realizing that you were sat on Newt’s couch, a blanket tucked firmly up to your chin. Your cheeks grew warm as you inhaled the scent that was distinctly him, scolding yourself for the childish crush you had developed.

You adjusted yourself, sitting up to see a tray of tinctures on the table beside you with a note that read, “Please take these when you wake! Newt.” You followed his orders, slugging them back with a wince at each unpleasant taste.

But then you heard a strange noise from the basement. It was a mix between a squeak and a whine, concerning enough to pull you from your cozy spot on Newt’s couch. You stood up and peered around the corner, hearing a soft, offkey hum ringing from the kitchen where Newt most likely was cooking his dinner. The sound of his voice warmed your heart and you almost, almost, got up to speak with him but you figured you had caused him enough trouble for the day. So instead, you headed into the basement by yourself.

You gripped the railings on the stairs with immense force, hoping not to fall over. Your body felt sore which you could only attribute to your accident earlier. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, peering around when you were met with a pained cry from the Niffler cage. You ran up to it to see Molly the pregnant Niffler whimpering in pain as another Niffler nudged at her stomach.

“Oh, Merlin,” you muttered, “you’re about to give birth, aren’t you, Molls?”

As if Molly could understand you, she let out a loud squeal.

“Oh, Merlin. Time to put that Hogwarts education to the test, I suppose,” you mumbled to yourself to give yourself the confidence you needed to deliver the little Niffler babies.

You snatched the pair of gloves from beside the cage and tugged them on tight, casting a spell so they’d perfectly fit your hands. You unlocked the cage to take Molly out, moving her into a small tray with bedding in it.

“Okay, Molls, you got this. Mum’s here.”

You rubbed her stomach in small circles, feeling the baby— no, babies— squirm around. One thing was for certain: you needed Newt.

“Mr. Scamander!” you called upstairs. No response. “Mr. Scamander, please!” Still no response. “Merlin’s beard, Newt! Get down here!”

No later did you hear heavy steps growing louder behind you. “(Y/N)! You’re awake! Are you okay-”

You didn’t have time for his rambling. You sent a panicked look over your shoulder, meeting his wide eyes. “Molly is giving birth. Triplets.”

“Merlin’s beard.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it in contemplation. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s a fighter, I’ll tell you that.”

“What can I do to help you?”

You whipped around. Apparently you’d be delivering the babies. You took in a sobering breath, steadying your shaking hands.

“Something shiny, some snacks, and a towel.”

Newt scrambled around the workspace as fast as he could, dropping the items in front of you. You laid out the towel and snacks beside Molly, massaging her stomach as you felt the babies start to move more than before. It was time. You pulled the shiny object out from behind your back, dangling it above Molly’s head as she delivered three adorable Niffler babies, so distracted by the object that she didn’t realize that she’d given birth. You escorted the babies onto the towel, allowing them to nibble on the snacks as you stripped the gloves off.

“Merlin,” you murmured to yourself in astonishment, “Merlin! I just…”

Newt’s smile was so big it nearly split his face. He nodded, sharing in your excitement. “You did,” he assured.

Completely forgetting about professionalism, you hopped onto him, engulfing him in a tight hug while you laughed melodically. Newt’s thin frame stiffened in your grasp. You gasped, jumping off of him with your hands up.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Scamander. No hugs, I forgot.”

Newt simply stared at you, searching your eyes. You gulped as he took a step closer to you.

“Theseus tends to believe that a hug is just as useful as an apology, so I don’t quite like hugs for that reason.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

The corner of Newt’s lips twitched upwards, looking around before meeting your gaze. He took another step forward before taking you in his arms. You began to wonder if he could feel your heart pounding in your chest, whether he assumed it was from adrenaline or knew that it was him that drove you mad.

“You should be proud of yourself!” He pulled away to look in your eyes, his arms slinking downwards to rest around your waist. “And, please, (Y/N), no more with the Mr. Scamander business. I’d like to think that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

If professionalism was damned before, it was most certainly damned now.

Merlin, he was so close, you couldn’t help yourself. With your arms wrapped behind his neck, you pulled him into a long overdue kiss. Your heart thundered in your chest but you were too focused on the way his lips melted perfectly into yours, the way he kissed you back with such hunger and vigor that you had to hold onto him tighter, the way you began to smile as he attempted to figure out where to place his hands.

You pulled away a moment later, Newt following your lips with unpleasant surprise. All you could do was let out a soft chuckle as your cheeks turned pink.

A teasing grin grew on his lips that had your stomach flipping. “I’m positive now that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

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idk-maybe-i-did-it · 3 years

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Scars: Year six, Chapter one

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Breif mentions of self harm, heavy swearing, self deprecation

Remus Lupin had been hammered ever since he set foot in the building, from escorting First years to classes and assiting teachers with their problmes to disiplining missbehaving students at all hours of the night and taking too many courses to count.

Godric Gryffindor, he just wanted to take a damn break.

The teachers were piling them with homework and the lectures were so extensive. Not to mention the fact that he hadn't been able to see her all week.

I'd been two weeks since he bumped into her father and yet he still couldn't get his words out of his head. Stupid mutt. To make matters worse the full moon was in two days and all he wanted to do was kiss her in the rain. But no, he had to sit at a stupid desk until he finished writing the rest of those essays, was done drawing an accurate picture of a Doxy, had finished writing down all of the poison antidotes from his Advanced Potions textbook (and the ingrediants required to make them). To top it off though, he'd had prefect duties earlier that evening and his head was absolutely pounding.

It was around three in the morning when Y/n came back into the common room and fell onto the couch nearest a fire. She kicked her boots off and loosened her tie before she even began to settle down. His love looked as if she'd just ran through a twister. Her hair was a tangled mess and her clothes were wrinkled and torn. He couldn't help but question where she'd been. He had to endure three classes without her and even more with her but he hadn't caught even a glimpse of her at all that week.

Remus missed her horribly and yearned to simply sit with her on that couch for a few moments before she went off for bed.

He almost started to cross the threshold to reach her when that little voice in the back of his head began to speak again. He almost told himself to shut the bloody hell up, but then he thought about how stupid that would be, telling yourself to shut the bloody hell up. So he turned around in his seat and tried to concentrait on what he was writing on the piece of parchment but found it rather hard to focus when N/n was exchanging her button-up shirt for one of his sweaters, he found it quite difficult when she began to brush through her hair with a comb and pulled it into a bun at the top of her head (he thought she looked to be wearing a hat with it that way) and started to yawn.

She hadn't noticed that he was even sitting in the common room until she looked over and saw him staring doe eyed at her. For moments they simply looked at each other. But then she was grabbing her satchel and her shoes and making her way towards his table.

Some part of Remus wanted to break down and cry and yell at her to go away when she plopped down in that chair besides him. But he found, yet again, that he prefered her company much more than he prefered the company he recieved in his head.

Her skirt was so wrinkled, Godric he wanted to steal his mothers iron and steam the thing until all of the wrinkles came out of it. It irritated far more than it should have. Wrinkles in clothing, he absolutely hated them, Remus's mother used to laugh when he would spend chunks of his day ironing clothing in the sitting room.

The young woman beside him had pulled out three glass vials filled with a redish liquid that he recognized to be wolfsbane. Remus knew he should've been paying more attention to his homework and the potion but he just couldn't stop looking at her, wouldn't stop.

" Y/n."

She turned to him then, stopped rummaging through her satchel and actually looked up at him with those beautiful e/c eyes.

Remus went to reach a hand out to grasp her chin but then stopped abruptly, his voice unnatrually quiet, " Can I just look at you for a moment."

She bobbed her head once and then his hands were on her face, caloused as they were.

He was holding her face in his hands again, her face felt cool to the touch, as if she'd been outside for a good while beforehand, and there were purple circles beneath her eyes. Anyone would say that there was no need to look at her for too long because she looked nearly the same as before, but to him, no, to him she looked bloody brilliant and as long as she was sitting next to him he wouldn't stop looking at her face. It felt like ages had gone by since he'd held her, since he'd even seen her, so for the chance to arrise before him just then, he didn't hesitate to hold her in his grasp, even if it would last only a moment. A moment was all he needed, a moment of salvation.

" I've missed you Remus."

Her eyes flicked up to his and she scorned them for something, anything to let her know how he felt, but she found nothing other than shadows pooling in his irises.

" I've missed you too bunny."

His voice was nothing other than a mere whisper but she loved the sound of it either way. He hadn't uttered a single word to her since those two weeks after the incident at James's house.

" Then why haven't you come back to me yet?"

He tried to retract his hands from her face but found that she was grasping his wrists to keep his hands attached to her jaw.

His eyes flicked up to hers and she held his gaze while he answered her question.

" Because I hurt you and I'm afraid I'll hurt you again if I come too close."

He shuddered, his shoulders shook and he hid his face.

" I know it's four in the morning but do you want to do this homework together."

Remus laughed lightly, a somehow light sound.

And he said, sure.

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Godric fucking Gryffindor, his head was spinning and he didn't even know if walking straight was still an option.

Remus didn't know why he stayed up that late knowing damn well had duties in the early morning hours but what he did know was that he really fudging regretted it.

He'd been ushering children to class and seperating unseperatable tongue-tied couples all morning and if it wasn't bad enough that he was really bleeding tired, it was as if the universe just had to give him a splitting headache too.

So splitting, in fact, that James had to 'escort' him to Madam Pumfrey to give him a potion to take that did the exact opposite of what it was supposed to do and so for the rest of the day he was excused to lay in bed.

There was absolutely nothing to do.

Remus's head was spinning but his thoughts were clear as day and he knew that he wanted company.

He ended up curling under his blankets in a sweater his sister had given him and tried to sleep.

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Sirius Black face planted onto his bed and landed on a pile of homework instead of the soft pillows he'd hoped for.

It wasn't until after he'd gotten through with the first two pages of work that he noticed Remus napping.

Remus finally got that company he'd asked for, but it wasn't the company he'd wanted.

He simply went back to sleep, not knowing that Y/n would come by soon afterwards to give him the lunch that he'd missed earlier.

She gave it Sirius and turned around on her heel to leave when she felt a hand grasp her wrist.

" N/n I'm begging you, help me with this disastrous pile of work."

He was on his knees, an arm draped over his brow in a pretend faint.

In a swift motion he gathered her hands in his and began pouting.

She knew he was one of the smartest boys in school but they were all exhausted as shit, and she knew that if she didn't help him with the work he'd be more behind in all of his classes than she had been when she first started the year.

James had been helping her catch up her charms and re-learn some of the more important spells in his free time. He was like-what would you call it ?-a tutor. That was exactly what James was like now, her best friend and her tutor.

The boys were all so smart but they were all so bloody stupid.

Her and Sirius ended up fifteen minutes late for their next class, even though they'd been given more free time as sixth years, the group still found that all of the extra time they'd been given was spent mostly on homework and worrying about the Dark Lord and less on pranks and having fun.

Any amount of spare time they'd had in the previous school year was something for them all to cherish, of course they all were still pranking and going off to Hogsmeade for candy but they now had little time to enjoy doing such things.

They were always the brightest group of sorcerers at Hogwarts, they just had to work three times as hard now.

While they were studying Sirius noticed Y/n hadn't been paying any attention to Remus and she smiled more. She always tried to catch his eye, always had been trying to make sure he was okay and well rested but then in that moment, he rejoiced at the fact that she didn't glance his way, it was his way of knowing they were getting better; she didn't have to glance his way if she'd already talked to him, learned of how he was doing.

Whenever they rushed off to class after all their time studying, she kissed Remus's cheek and blew out the candles in the dormitory before she ran off with Sirius.

Sirius didn't let her know, but he saw Remus smile before he closed the door behind Y/n. It warmed his heart to know his lad was smiling again, if only for a moment. _____________

Remus steered clear of her for the rest of the week, only letting her within his sight after the full moon's destructive wave had been over with.

Well, he didn't really let her within his sight, he more or less woke up to her sitting on the edge of his hospital bed, lathering the countless wounds littering his body in the same goo he used ever other day to help the bruises heal over. He felt her fingers delicately brush over his scarred forearms and side and neck and he basked in the pain.

He heard Madam Pumphrey slide open the curtain to his bed to help Y/n wrap his wounds and to give her the medicines to give to him when he awoke.

It wasn't until after she'd left before Y/n spoke.

" You're awake." She said with a frown on her face.

He watched her wash her hands and he watched as she sat back on the edge of his bed.

She tapped the crown of his chest.

" You know, your chest rises with a different rhythm when you're awake."

Was it not Madam Pumfrey but her bandaging his wounds every full moon and other instances? Was it not the Madam but her who left Wolfsbane by the side of his bed the days before the full moon? Was it not himself but her who had been making him feel better every full moon?

When he had cried afterwards and found his favorite chocolates on his bedside in the middle of the night, when he knew the others would be asleep, was it her who had placed them there? None of the teachers would know his favorite bedside flowers were Periwinkle and Blue Delphiniums nor would any of them know they'd always calmed him down after the full moon. None of them would know of his favorite chocolates.

Oh Godric Gryffindor he was a bloody idiot to have thought that Madam Pumfrey had been patching him up for the past month.

Every stupid time he had came in and slept after opening one of his wounds, every night that he had spent with a sore ass in the bloody hospital wing and it was her who had been fixing him up.

What a fucking idiot.

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make-me-imagine · 4 years

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🦇 13 Days of Halloween: Day 2

🦇 << With appearance from Gary. (if you know, you know)

Prompts: “I think that scarecrow just moved” and “I’m not a witch”

Requested by: ‘Jay’

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader + Dean, Platonic

Gender: Neutral Words: 2,823

Triggers: Mentions of death, victims, fighting, injuries, choking (not the kinky kind), etc, typical Spn stuff.

Supernatural Tag list: @kaashi ; if you’d like to added let me know!

Notes: Ranking of Halloween theme = 6/10; takes place during Halloween, but not necessarily Halloween specific. Just kind of spooky lol.

If you’d like to check out 2019 and 2018′s 13 Days of Halloween, as well as my 2017 general Halloween/Fall stuff here are the links: x2017x, x2018x & x2019x

“Why are there always so many more cases during Halloween?” Dean asked, annoyance in his voice as he looked at the news report of the most recent case you took up “I mean, this is like the fourth one this month”

“I’m assuming it’s because monsters can blend in more during this time” you said casually as you looked over a case-file.

“Y/n’s right” Sam agreed

“Yeah, well it’s annoying as hell, we need a break” Dean sighed as he stood up, walking to the kitchen “We’ll leave in an hour” he stopped at the kitchen turning back “Lets hope this one doesn’t involve any clowns huh Sammy?” he asked, smirk evident.

You looked at Sam just in time to see him try and hide the fear that crossed his face as he cleared his throat, trying to ignore Deans comment. You smiled, reaching out your foot and tapping his, gaining his attention “You know he’s just teasing you”. He just nodded, trying to smile at you.

As you arrived at the most recent crime scene, you looked around as Sam and Dean talked to the police. Looking at the area where the most recent victim was found, you frowned as you noticed an unusual amount of straw littering the parking lot. You noted it in the back of your mind, though you knew it could be nothing, possibly just where a hay truck could have stopped.

“Hey” You turned seeing your boyfriend approaching you “Anything?”

“Not really, an unusual amount of straw, but it could be nothing. You?”

Sam glanced at the straw littering the lot “Hmm. Uh, not much unfortunately, the security cameras blanked just before the crime and came back on afterwards.”

“Seems like a bit more than a coincidence” Sam hummed in agreement.

After a long day of interviews and research, you found out there had been a similar string of deaths the previous two years during the same time, twelve deaths each year, the final taking place on Halloween night. On your current case there were five known deaths, and one missing person.

The three of you had also found out that all of the recent victims had all visited the same farm over the last week and a half. Which you were now on your way to visit.

“The connection to the farm might explain the straw at the crime scene” you thought out loud at you pulled off the side of the road, near the farm.

“So, crazy farmer?” Dean suggested as he and Sam got out of the car.

“Might not be a monster at all” Sam said as he opened the door for you.

“Human or monster, they still killed four people” you said.

Approaching the farm, the sun was getting lower in the sky as it reached early evening, the farm house was old and falling apart. Around the property you saw various pinned up old scarecrows in each field, as well as old Halloween decorations littering the pathways.

All three of you carefully scanned the area, the overgrown fields baring no vegetables, a tall overgrown wheat field that clearly had not been harvested in a long time. “Not much of a farm. No vegetables, no animals. Why would anyone visit it?” you observed.

“Good question, let’s ask her” Dean commented, gaining both yours and Sam’s attention. Following Deans gaze you see a middle-aged woman with curly hair sitting on the porch. She’s already staring at you as she rocks back and fourth in her wooden rocking chair.

“Welcome!” she called out as you approached.

“Ma’am” Sam greeted as you walked up the porch steps, all three of you taking out your fake badges “We hope we’re not disturbing you but we are investigating the recent deaths in town, as well as the most recent missing persons case, and we found out that all of the victims had visited this farm and we thought you might have some information for us”

“Oh is that so?” she asked, surprise in her voice “Well, I get a lot of visitors but I do remember faces fairly well, so if you have photos?”

“What exactly do your...visitors come here for if not the farm?” you asked, gesturing to the barren fields.

“Oh, no, that farm hasn’t grown profit since my husband died last year. I’m an apothecary” she smiled.

“Like a witch?” Dean blurted out, making you and Sam give him the side-eye “Uh, I mean no offense in that, I just mean, don’t apothecaries sell...potions?”

She laughed “No no, not potions, just...herbs, soups, and medicine that some might see as potions, or ingredients for medicines and other uses, but -” she laughed before her eyes locked with Deans “I’m not a witch” she smiled, though, there was something behind her eyes you could quite place. You just knew it gave all of you an uneasy feeling.

“Right, of course not ma’am” Sam recovered before taking photos out of his pockets “These are the victims, do you recognize them?”

She looked at the photos for a few moments humming to herself “Yes, I recognize all of these people, he, I believe” she pointed at one of the victims “Bought medicinal herbs for tea, I believe he said he had a bad cough, and the others just bought various teas and herbs, if I am remembering correctly that is” she smiled before leaning back in her chair.

“And what about this woman?” you asked showing her a photo of the most recent person who went missing.

“No, no I don’t know her” she shrugged looking back up at you “I’m sorry I cannot be of more help”

“Thank you ma’am, if you have anymore information or questions please contact us” Dean said, handing her a card, which she took with a smile.

“Have a lovely day you three” she said with a smile as you left.

When you got closer to the car Dean glanced back at the farm, the woman was now gone “I don’t know about you two but she gave me the creeps. We should come back this evening, check out the farm” You and Sam agreed as you drove off to kill some time.

As the sun set and it got dark, you, Sam, and Dean snuck back on the farm, wanting to check out the nearby stables and work sheds. After having done more research on the farms owner, whose name you found out was Regina Stormson, you grew more suspicious, for two reasons. One, her husband died like she said, but his death turned out to be quite similar to the recent deaths, and occurred at the same time as the deaths the previous year. And two, she was apparently eighty-seven years old, which was unusual seeing as she looked no older than forty.

As you got prepared by the Impala, sticking a spare knife in your belt Sam stepped over to you “Are you warm enough?” he asked eyeing your thin jacket.

You smiled at him “I’m fine Sam”

He nodded “Remember to be careful and call out for me if anything happens”

You chuckled quietly “You know I have been a hunter for a few years now Sam”

He smiled at his own protectiveness “Yeah, yeah I know, I just worry”

“Yes, you do, and it’s sweet” you smiled before pressing a quick kiss to his lips before you all headed toward the farm.

Sneaking past the main house, you made your way into the first barn. Looking around, the barn was full of hanging herbs, flowers, and small fabric bags, that looked remarkably like hex bags.

Dean fiddled with one in his hand “Not a witch my ass” he scoffed. “So what are we thinking? Twelve sacrifices around Halloween every year to stay young?”

“Sounds logical enough, and definitely like something an evil witch would do” you muttered as you looked at a small bladed tool on a table “And it might be thirteen deaths if her husband counts as a sacrifice”

“Maybe he got in the way, or found out what she was doing” Sam suggested.

You walked over to the doorway, your eyes scanning the outside fields, your eyes double taking to movement from the corner of your eye. Eyeing a scarecrow on its post and seeing no more movement, you turned away, thinking it must have been a bird that moved.

Making your way to the stables, it was no surprise when you found the body of the most recent missing person. Dean sighed as he finished checking their pulse, they were dead.

“Okay, lets get to the farmhouse and finish this”

Standing in the doorway, you hear a sound behind you. Turning quickly you see the same scarecrow from before, only this time, it was now facing you, rather than facing the farm as it had been before.

“Guys” you said, your heart pounding. There was fear evident in your voice as the boys turned to you, seeing you staring out at the field “I think that scarecrow just moved”

Sam and Dean shared a confused and somewhat frightened look as they appeared at your side, eyeing the scarecrow “How do you know?”

“It wasn’t facing us before” you said “I know it wasn’t”

Sam’s hand found it’s way to your back “Lets head back to the house now”

You and Dean nodded as you left the barn, all of you keeping an eye on the scarecrow. You took your eyes away as you scanned the rest of the farm before stopping suddenly when you notice something.

“What is it Y/n?” Sam asked as his hand found it’s way back to your back like before.

“When we were here earlier, I noticed that there was a scarecrow in every field. Now there isn’t” you observed.

The boys looked around, there eyes grazing over each field. Four fields in front of you, two scarecrows missing. Hearing rusting and a snapping sound the three of you spun around, finding the previous scarecrow now missing. Five fields total, three scarecrows missing.

“Go” Dean said as he pushed you and Sam towards the house.

You all took out your weapons, as you quickly made your way towards the farmhouse. Looking at the distant house, you could see a shadow in the window, a figure watching you from the window. She knows you’re here.

Hearing more rustling and snapping, you turn just in time to see the final two scarecrows dropping from their posts with thuds. Turning past a barn you all stop in your tracks, two tall slumped over scarecrows blocking your path. You raise your guns, all of you knowing they probably wouldn’t do anything.

“We need to get to the witch” you spoke quietly, just as you did, both you and Sam felt something grab your shoulders as something pulled you back, both of you being thrown to the ground roughly by two more scarecrows.

Dean fired his guns at them, the bullets having no effect as they passed through the straw bodies. The two scarecrows from before grabbed onto Dean. Fighting the scarecrows, you and Sam pulled away from the two that attacked you.

Turning, you see that Dean managed to push away the two scarecrows that attacked him “Go!” you yelled at Dean as the scarecrows blocked yours and Sams path.

Dean hesitated for a moment before he turned, and running for the farmhouse, knowing he had to get to the witch. Before the two scarecrows could chase after him, you shot at them, to gain their attention.

Turning towards you, the four scarecrows now surrounded you and Sam as you tried to fight back, your knives and guns doing nothing to wound them. Instead, you reached into the exposed straw body of one of the scarecrows, deciding if anything, to tear it apart.

But the witches spell made them strong. Which you found out as a scratchy wood and straw hand wrapped around your throat lifting you off the ground.

“Y/n!” Sam called as he struggled to get to you, three of the scarecrows attempting to pin him to the ground.

You scratched at the figure, knowing you couldn’t hurt it, as you struggled to breath you remembered you had a lighter in your pocket. Reaching into your pocket, choking for air, you managed to pull the lighter out, shoving your hand inside of the scarecrows body, you lit the lighter, failing the first few times.

The grip around your throat lightened when a bright light grew from inside of the scarecrow as you managed to light it on fire. As the fire grew the scarecrow lost strength, letting you go. You gasped for air as you rose, running over to Sam. Jumping on one of the scarecrows back as the continued to punch and hit Sam, you lit it’s cloth casing on fire as it began to burn.

As it quickly burned, losing whatever strength it had in it, Sam, understanding, took a lighter out of his pocket. The scarecrows however, seemed to have some form of consciousness, as they grabbed his arms, stopping him from lighting them on fire.

Just as you were about to help him, you felt something grab your arm, flinging you into the barn, throwing you through the barn doors and inside. You heard Sam yell our for you between grunts as the two scarecrows left continued to attack him.

Looking up, you see it’s the first scarecrow you noticed, it was also bigger than the others. You cursed yourself, knowing you had dropped your lighter when you were thrown. You looked around, standing and grabbing a pitchfork, lunging it into the scarecrows body to hold it back.

The scarecrow continued to step forward, the metal forks going through it’s body along with the rest of the pitchfork. You let go before kicking it back with your foot and running toward the doorway.

The scarecrow was fast as it reached out grabbing your shirt and pulling you back towards it. Flinging you into the wall again, various metal tools fell off the wall and onto you. Looking back at the scarecrow you see it lifting the pitchfork, ready to stab you.

Rolling out of the way as the pitchfork is stabbed into the ground, you move to run, but instead the scarecrow grabs your foot, dragging you back. You grunted in frustration as you turned and kicked at it again, grabbing a nearby wrench and throwing it, knowing it would do nothing.

The scarecrow began lifting you off the ground by your ankle as you struggled against it’s grip. You could hear Sam calling from outside as he still struggled with the other two scarecrows.

Your body turned enough so that you were now facing the scarecrow. You looked into it’s blank face just in time to see it raise it’s other hand, inside of it’s grip was a small hand scythe. Your eyes widened knowing it was going to plunge it into your body.

As it rose it’s hand you closed you eyes, calling out desperately “Sam!”

Just then, Sam burst through the barn doors, seeing the scarecrow holding you up by your leg, ready to plunge the blade into your body.

“No!” he yelled as he moved forward, knowing he wasn’t going to make it, as the scarecrow finished raising his hand.

Just as the scarecrow was about to bring down it’s hand, you heard the sound of distant gunshots, coming from the farmhouse. The scarecrows hand froze, and suddenly it’s whole body went limp, both you and the scarecrow falling to the ground.

You grunted at the impact as Sam made it to you, quickly pulling you away from the scarecrow and into his lap. As you sat up, you eyed the now lifeless scarecrow. Letting out a sigh you leaned your head back onto Sams chest as he ran his hand over you head, sighing out in relief as well.

A moment passes before you heard Dean calling out as he ran towards the barn. He appeared in the doorway, his eyes scanning over the still burning bodies of the scarecrows you and Sam had killed. He walked into the barn, seeing you and Sam, along with the limp scarecrow body in front of you. He looked at Sam before nodding his head in assurance that it was over.

Rising from the ground you groaned in pain from having been thrown around, Sam had some cuts and scratches, both of you would definitely have some bruises later. Dean got some scratches and small bumps from his scuffle with the witch. But you were relieved you were all alright.

As you slowly made your way out of the barn and back towards the impala you sighed “I never liked scarecrows, they’ve always been creepy”

Dean chuckled as Sam wrapped his arm around your waist before commenting “They’re still not as bad as clowns though”

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ladyideal · 4 years

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Solace

Pairing: Eomer x Gender Neutral Reader!

Word Count: 1404

Warnings: Fluff, some canon violence

Summary: Eomer comes at your doorsteps, more times than you'd like.

A/N: Ummmm. Surprise? I found a prompt, but didn't expect to write it all in just 2 hours. It was also supposed to be a drabble, but I guess that's not happening. Yeah. I'm gonna be writing for LOTR for some time, and some Hobbit if I can magically conjure up inspiration. So look out for... random posts? I know this isn't my schedule, so I'll try to return to it. Prompts from here.

(Gif not mine)

Throughout all of Middle Earth, the cattle you and your parents raised were notoriously famous and prized for their superb quality and taste. So much so that, all races from all directions would stop by, often having to be put on a waiting list.

Even the royalty that governed Rohan from Edoras would send envoys to the monthly markets in search of your stall. This month was no different.

"So this is the famous stall Uncle Theoden ordered from," An unfamiliar face reached your stall, gazing interestingly at the prices you've set up.

You shrugged. "I'm afraid you'll have to wait, good sir. My father has promised a good portion of the meat for the King and family."

"Surely, they wouldn't mind if I take a piece," The stranger stretched out a hand to unveil the pieces of steak from within.

With a rag, you swatted away his hand. "I'm not afraid to chop off that hand of yours, if you continue."

He eyed you for a moment. "I could have you arrested for saying that to the Third Marshall."

You straightened up, doing your best to stand your ground. "Marshall or not, I'm afraid stealing from anyone is frowned upon, Prince Eomer."

The brunette merely grinned at being recognized. "Aren't you supposed to bow or something?"

You snorted. "Not when said prince of Rohan doesn't have respect for even his own people," And pretended to be busy. "Besides, aren't you supposed to be bothering someone else?"

"I'm surprised. Most people would fall over themselves to do what I want," He arched an eyebrow, daring you to continue.

"Then I'm not like other people, Prince Eomer," You glanced to the side, where an eager line was forming behind him. "I'm busy, m'lord. My father wants me to close the stall early tonight, and head back home before the sun sets. So either-."

"I'll take the portion for my uncle. He's been waiting patiently," Eomer interrupted.

What an infuriating jerk.

With narrowed eyes, you rummaged around your pack before finding the prepackaged meat. "Here, all yours. Anything else you would like?"

"Thank you, this is all I need," He took it, paying no mind when his fingers grazed over yours. "Perhaps I may be bold and ask for a name?"

You made a showing motion at him, ready to take on the next, albeit visibly impatient, customer. "It's stamped on the back."

Sure, it was supposed to be your father's seal on it. It was just a matter of not being able to find the stamp some weeks ago, before it was decided on yours.

So with a fluttering of your fingers, you continued the rest of the day without any trouble. When the day was done, you settled back in the small cottage, and forgot about the matter with the prince.

Until the letter came.

Your first thought was to throw it into the fireplace. The brat of a prince couldn't just waltz into your life however he wanted to. You had a business to help run, and to tend to.

To be able to put food on the table, fine. For anything else though, nope.

Your curiosity won out. So with a resigned huff, you opened the heavy letter, half expecting it to be a joke of some kind. What surprised you, was an apology first of his behavior from earlier in the week, and that he asked for a retry, in becoming fast friends.

With a hmph, you threw the letter to the side, hoping to forget about it as you had other pressing matters to tend to. After all, you didn't raise quality meat without any daily tending.

You sneaked at the letter.

Then again.

Just this time.

Before you knew it, you kept correspondence with him over months at a time. He was the nephew of the King, which kept him busy as he patrolled the borders with his Rohirrim by his side. At times, his letters would take weeks to arrive and even once, a straight month.

Danger, he spoke, lurked too close to the borders. To you. And for that, he apologized that the letters would be infrequent and sparse. That he was returning to Edoras to speak with his Uncle about the growing boldness of the orcs.

You agreed, so it came as a surprise when a mere two weeks later, a Rohirrim pounded on the door a few hours into the early morning.

With your sleepwear on, you shuffled over to the door, rubbing your eyes as you cautiously peeked out.

"Y/N is it?" The Rohirrim spoke curtly, the green flag fluttered gently beside.

"Yes, that's me," You spoke sleepily. "What in Valar's name do you want? It's the middle of the night."

"It is about Prince Eomer."

Spurred by the words, you woke up the rest of your family with a loud screech. Over his shoulder, you watched as a company of men and horses crested over the hill, exhausted and even some carrying wounded.

Fires were started, food was delivered, extra blankets and pillows were brought out, and even your sister tended to the wounded with her bandages and potions.

Yet there was no trace of Eomer.

As the hour rolled by and the Rohirrim was made comfortable not far from the cottage, you ventured out with a bowl of medicine, intent on finding the leader of them all. After some drunken directions and a few side eyes thrown your way, you found the Third Marshall asleep on his cot.

You felt bad to wake him up, but it was necessary.

Setting the bowl quietly beside you, you turned back to the sleeping figure, only to find the business end of the spear pointed at your throat.

“Shh, it’s me, only me," You tried, breath hitching as you gulped, turning your gaze at him.

Recognition dawned on him, and he immediately dropped his weapon, letting it clatter on the grass without a care.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He apologized, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his face. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"What happened, Eomer?" You breathed, inching closer to him now that the man wasn't about to kill you.

He took your hands into his, and gently patted it as though the motion itself could make his predicament go away.

"Y/N, we've been exiled."

You blinked, not trusting your hearing.

And again.

"Your uncle exiled you?" You spoke, inching next to him until your shoulders touched. "He can't do that to you. You're the heir now. That's not possible."

"He's the King. As long as Grima Wormtongue sits by his side, I have no say," He gripped his spear again. "I can not return, for it would be my death if I set foot ever again."

"Then stay, stay here for a bit. Let your men heal and rest," You offered, glancing up at him.

His eyes were hard, gazing into the night. "Rohan is my home, Y/N. I will protect it at all costs." A pause. "Even if my men and I are exiled for life."

Unconsciously, you laid your head on his shoulder. "It'll be okay, Eomer. You've got me still."

The prince stilled as he wondered what you were doing. Only seconds went by before he dared to look down at your figure, surprised. Both him and his sister lost their parents at an early age, and was thankfully taken in by the King. He was groomed to become the Third Marshall, but nothing more as Theodred was the next in line.

Not him.

With a heavy heart, he sighed. "Thank you."

Wrapping an arm around your waist, Eomer turned his gaze back to the distance before slowly nodded off to sleep in the embrace.

"I love you," He mumbled.

"I love you too," You answered, maneuvering him around so he could sleep on your lap instead. "I'm sure that’s too much for you to understand right now, but I’ll be here the next time you wake up, and I’ll tell you again. I’ll keep telling you."

Snatching the blankets off his cot, you covered him and yourself. Then laying down on the grass, you listened as horses nickered amongst themselves and watched as the stars twinkled above.

Trouble was brewing, however, you'd do whatever it took to keep your prince and love, away from it all, even for just a few short hours.

Chomps Everything: @asraime @mournthewicked @bluesclues-1234 @aspiring-ginger

#eomer #eomer x reader #eomer of rohan #gender neutral #gender neutral reader #lotr #lotr fanfic #deb writes

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years

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Earning Trust Doesn’t Come Without Its Struggles PT. 4

An Adrian Tepes (Alucard) x Reader Story!

Warnings: Explicit Language Author’s Note: Honestly I don’t even have anything to say lol. Enjoy! -Thorne

The morning after (Y/N) met Adrian marked a new month, which she was all too happy to start, except he wasn’t. He spent the first week actively ignoring her, and she knew why, but it still pissed her off to no end. The second week, (Y/N) decided that she wasn’t going to be ignored any longer, which is why she decided to start with breakfast. She climbed the stairs, Cezar at her heels, and when she reached the top, she strode to Adrian’s door, knocking at it. “Adrian, it’s time to get up.” No reply came from inside and she cocked an eyebrow. “Look pal, I can wait out here as long as it takes, but I’m gonna keep knocking until you do open the door.” True to her word she raised her knuckles, rapping quickly. After a few seconds of uninterrupted thumping, the door swung open revealing a disheveled and glaring vampire. (Y/N) wore a grin as she placed her hand on her hip, eyeing the bedhead. “Good morning Sunshine. Did you sleep well?” His glare seemed to darken as she added, “Breakfast is ready. Come downstairs.” Adrian scoffed at her before slamming the door shut in her face. (Y/N) blinked in shock then felt her eye twitch as she griped, “I know he didn’t just do that.” Narrowing her eyes, she began knocking again; a few seconds passed by then he threw open the door and grabbed her wrist, hissing,

“Stop that!” She jerked her wrist back from him and countered,

“Then don’t slam doors in my face like a child throwing a tantrum!” The two glowered at each other before she took a deep breath and calmly said, “We have things to do today, so you’re not going to sleep in until lunch. It’s nine in the morning. Get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast.” Not waiting for his response, (Y/N) spun on her heel and marched to the stairs, calling out, “If you’re not at the table in ten minutes, I will come back.”

When she got back to the kitchen, she busied herself plating their food, and as she turned to the table, Adrian walked in. (Y/N) offered him a smile as she placed the dishes down. She pointed to a seat. “I assume you’re at the head of the table, so I’ll sit here.” As she moved to sit down, he shifted past her, pulling the chair out for her; she smiled as she sat down. “Thank you.” He grunted in response, sitting adjacent to her. He looked down at the plate then asked,

“What…is this?” (Y/N) glanced down then puzzled,

“Zacuscă on Tara Paine?” She picked up her toast. “There wasn’t any Telemea, so I used Feta instead.” Pausing, she asked, “Oh my god, you’re not one of those that can’t eat cheese and milk...are you?” Adrian’s eyes shot up and he replied,

“No…I just…wasn’t expecting so much to eat.” (Y/N) nodded in satisfaction as she took a bite, chewing for a second, then swallowing.

“Well, my uncle always said that breakfast was the most important meal of the day.” She gestured for him to eat. “Besides, we have a lot to do today, so we’ll need strength.”

“What do you mean, ‘we’?” (Y/N) smiled as she took a sip of her juice.

“You’re gonna help me clean the observatory, and then we’re going hunting.”

“And why am I going to help you?” She eyed him and quipped,

“Because you’ve spent an entire week cooped up in your room and it’s good to get out and do something once in a while.” He rolled his eyes as he ate, muttering,

“I wonder what the reason is for me staying in my room. Perhaps it’s the human who won’t leave my home?” (Y/N) stared at him with an unimpressed look before going back to her breakfast and retorted,

“At least I don’t mope like a child who’s been punished.” She could feel his glare against her head but she paid him no mind, adding, “I need you to help me lift the bookshelves and apparatus that have fallen over and move them back into place.”

“Why? I’m not using the observatory.”

“I am. And I’m not strong enough to lift those things on my own.” She took another sip of her drink. “And, helping each other will be a good bonding experience!” Adrian scoffed.

“So you can gain my trust only to turn around and stake me?” (Y/N)’s eyebrows shot up and she grumbled,

“I don’t blame you for making a conclusion like that, but damned if you don’t leap far.” She wiped her hands on her napkin. “Again, I don’t plan on killing you Adrian.” She stood from the table and pushed her chair in before placing her dishes in the sink. “Since I cooked, if you will, wash the dishes. When you’re done, join me in the observatory, please.”

She patted Cezar on the head as he curled up in the corner of the room before moving to the telescope at the end of the room, beginning to pick up the scattered books and papers. A few minutes went by then she heard him enter and she looked up, watching as he walked over to her, quietly helping her. (Y/N) placed the books and paper on a table then swept the shards of glass into a pile. Adrian pulled one of the apparatus up straight, then paused, looking at the table that she’d been working at for the last week and half; he gently traced the words she’d hurriedly scribbled across the parchment, remarking, “Being an alchemist seems like an incendiary type of profession for a woman.” (Y/N) huffed as she placed another set of books on the table.

“Believe me Adrian, you’re not the first to tell me that.”

“Who was?”

“It was my uncle in fact. The very one who taught me alchemy.” She walked over, uncapping the alembic to check its contents. “I’m not just an alchemist. I’m a physician too.” Champagne eyes regarded her carefully as he asked,

“You’re a doctor?” (Y/N)’s face pinched and she shook her head, reaching over to add another ingredient to the alembic.

“Not a doctor-doctor. More like a doctor’s assistant. I can treat wounds and conditions, but I’m not advanced like other people are.” She glanced over at him. “I’d always wished I could’ve met Doctor Tepes before she was murdered. I heard her skills were legendary. I could’ve learned a lot from her.”

“She wasn’t an alchemist though.” (Y/N) tipped her head side to side, arguing,

“Technically, one who practices any form of medicine or healing is an alchemist. What is a mixture of medicine but simple alchemy? Those that carry alchemy titles are usually developing potions of destruction rather than those with doctoring titles who are developing medicines.” She paused, then stirred the mixture. “I’ve been trying to develop a way to make a poison known as ‘The Quiet Death’, but I’ve never been able to get the right ingredients.” Her fingers moved in a familiar flow, twisting knobs, and stirring.

“Why?” (Y/N) chuckled as she placed a dish in front of the opening.

“Because a good half of the ingredients aren’t native to Wallachia. I’d have to travel the seas to find them.”

“What? No, I was asking-” Adrian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I meant why do you want to make a poison like that?” She looked over and reasoned,

“Because I’m an alchemist? And the best way to prove you’re good at what you do is to make something that only a few of the best in your field can make?” She went silent for a second then mumbled, “Perhaps mentioning that you want to make an extremely fatal poison to a paranoid vampire isn’t the best thing to do.” (Y/N) glanced at him, reassuring, “Don’t worry, if I was going to poison you, I’d give you something that would incapacitate you, then shove you out a window.” He gave her a look and she waved a hand. “But really, I want to make the poison because it would prove that I’m a capable alchemist.” He cocked an eyebrow but kept quiet and she dropped her gaze to the dish that had filled with a thick, dark liquid. Smiling, she picked it up and brought it to his face. “Smell.” Adrian recoiled slightly and she rolled her eyes. “This isn’t the incapacitator, Adrian. It’s a salve. Smell.” Keeping a cautious gaze on her, he leaned down a sniffed it, and she watched his face relax. “See? Smells good, doesn’t it?” He nodded.

“It does. I can smell eucalyptus in it. What type of salve is it?” (Y/N) winked at him.

“Good nose Adrian.” She lowered the plate and scraped the salve into a small container. “It’s an inflammation reducing salve. It contains eucalyptus, aloe vera, coconut oil, honey, and lavender in it.” She handed him the bottle. “Here you go.” His eyes drifted from the bottle to her and he asked,

“Why are you giving me that?” (Y/N) shrugged.

“Because it’s tradition to give gifts to people who are sad.”

“Since when? And I am not sad.” She grinned as she placed the bottle in his hand.

“Since now, and yes you are. You’re so sad that you make onions cry.” Snickering she walked past him. “Now come on, we have a deer to hunt.” She spun on her heel, walking backwards as she asked, “Does this castle have an armory?” Adrian nodded, careful to keep a distance between them.

“It does. What do you need from it? Are you planning on fighting something?” (Y/N) winked.

“I’m no good with swords but I can shoot a quail out of it’s nest at two hundred yards.” He cocked an eyebrow at her declaration.

“That’s quite a feat for a human to complete. You said we were hunting earlier. Why?” She placed her hands on her hips and responded,

“That didn’t exactly sound like praise Sunshine. I’ll have you know that I’ve trained in archery just as much as I have alchemy. I’m deadly from afar.” (Y/N) huffed. “And we’re hunting because we don’t have any meat and consuming meat is good for the body. Besides, I’m getting tired of dried-” She cut herself of with a gasp as she placed her foot backwards but didn’t land on firm floor. (Y/N) flailed as she fell backwards, and on instinct, shot her hands out to grab onto something to stop her fall. A warm hand curled around her wrist and jerked her forward, sending her tumbling forwards instead of reverse. She fell into Adrian’s chest, her free hand curling in his shirt as she sunk down to her knees. The hand around her wrist uncurled, moving to her back, rubbing softly.

“Are you alright?” (Y/N) nodded, placing her hand to her chest, feeling her heart pounding underneath.

“I-I’m fine. Thank you.” He moved his hand to her shoulder, pulling her away so he could look in her eyes and proceeded to admonish her.

“You need to watch where you’re going. If I hadn’t been here to catch you, you’d probably be in a heap of broken bones and bent limbs at the bottom of this staircase. There’s nothing in this castle that could hurt you, but that doesn’t mean you should go and find something to do so.” (Y/N) felt her neck disappear into her shoulders as she mumbled,

“I haven’t been reprimanded since I was a child.” Adrian raised an eyebrow as he pulled his hands away.

“Then perhaps I need to treat you as if you were one.” She glared at him as she straightened her tunic.

“There’s no need for such an extreme.” She paused and murmured, “But…you’re right…I should’ve been watching where I was going.” For a moment, neither of them spoke, then he rose to his feet and offered his hand to her. (Y/N) took it, letting him help her up, then he said,

“Follow me. I’ll show you the armory.” She blinked in stunned silence then smiled and chased after him.

A Few Hours Later:

She didn’t even look at him as she plucked twigs from her clothes. “This is your fault. I hope you know that.” He grunted at her as he pulled leaves from his hair.

“You’re just as guilty as I.” (Y/N) scoffed.

“I wasn’t the one who shoved us both into ravine.” Adrian turned, glaring at her as he spat,

“You were going to shoot a doe.” She met his eyes, defending,

“No, I wasn’t!” She plucked another twig from her shirt. “I saw the doe cross in front of the buck just as I was about to loose my arrow. I was un-knocking the arrow when you shoved me!”

“And you pulled me with you!”

“Because I was being shoved into a ravine!”

“You were going to shoot the doe!” (Y/N) threw her hands in the air as she stomped up the stairs.

“Oh, you’re the most insufferable vampire I’ve ever met!” She listened to him scoff as he climbed the steps behind her.

“Well from one insufferable being to another, you’re one to talk!” She spun around as she reached the top step, glaring into his eyes.

“I am not insufferable! I am perfectly sufferable, thank you very much!”

“I’m glad you’ve recognized the fact that being around you is suffering in itself.” (Y/N) felt her eye twitch as she resisted the urge to roundhouse kick him back down the stairs and she turned on her heel, marching to the bathroom.

“You are an ass! A giant ass.”

“You have nothing but insults, have you, (L/N)?” She glared at him over her shoulder.

“These insults are about to be joined by molotovs if you can’t learn to be nicer!” (Y/N) turned as she came to the bathroom doors and reminded, “Like it or not Adrian, you gave me one month.” He crossed his arms over his chest and inquired,

“And what does that have to do with this?” She narrowed her eyes and hissed,

“Perhaps in that time I can teach you to be civil!” Not waiting for his response, she shut the door and twisted the lock. Grinning she turned her back to the door, only to stop in her tracks as her jaw went slack. “Wha-How-You!” Standing in front of her was the very vampire she had locked outside. (Y/N) pointed to the door. “How did you get in here?! I locked that!” Adrian crossed his arms over his chest and informed,

“Contrary to your belief that I only stay in my bedroom, I’ve lived in this castle my entire life. I know every entrance and secret door in this place.” Turning his back to her, he gripped the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head; (Y/N) recoiled, blurting,

“What are you doing?!” Adrian leaned over the large tub, pulling one of the handles.

“Taking a bath.” She scowled as she marched up to him, listening to the water fill.

“Uh, no you’re not! I was in here first!” He whirled around, purposely showing his canines as he dared,

“Are you going to stop me?” (Y/N) clenched her jaw as she glowered at him and after a second, he turned back around, unbuttoning his pants. Her eyes shot to the ceiling as he shucked them off and stepped into the tub, sinking down until his shoulders and head rose above the water; he smirked at her and quipped, “When you leave, shut the door, please.” (Y/N) dropped her gaze from the ceiling to him, and with a burst of sheer spite she yanked her tunic and pants off, slipping into the tub at the opposite side. She flashed him a look that irked him, because all it screamed was, ‘I win’, as she sassed,

“If we were playing chess, I do believe this would be ‘checkmate’.” (Y/N) propped her feet up on the rim, stretching herself out until the water lapped her neck. She let out a sigh as the day’s tension began melting away. “I know the Roman’s used bathhouses, but whoever built this tub was a genius. It’s a shame that with the fall of the Roman’s, hygiene went with it.” She looked over at him, but her eyes quickly fell to the angry red marks lining his arms and chest. Feeling golden eyes boring into her she quickly diverted her gaze to the window, watching the sunlight fall across the forests.

“If you’re curious, ask.” (Y/N) cleared her throat, murmuring,

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about Adrian.” He scoffed.

“You’re a terrible liar (L/N).” It wasn’t the insult that made her frown, it was what he said after, with such a tone of self-loathing. “You saw the scars. Aren’t you curious to know how I received them? Intrigued to ask who gave them to me?” (Y/N) swallowed thickly and glanced back at him, this time, only staring into his eyes and not at his body, admitting,

“I do want to ask. But I’m not going to. Your scars are yours alone. The incidents are not mine to know until you have deemed me ready to hear them.” A stunned silence filled the space between, and she bemused quietly, “Though we are in a rather intimate setting, so I’m sure it’s as good a time as any.” Adrian huffed, a small smile crossing his lips, and the two stared at one another for a moment before they burst into laughter. When they calmed, he recounted,

“The one across my chest was given to me by my father over a year and a half ago…the ones on my arms, legs, and torso were given to me by the corpses outside.” (Y/N) drug her eyes over the ones on his arms, examining the jagged lines running up his arms. She shifted, stretching her hand out, but stopped when he tensed, and she softly requested,

“May I touch them?” Adrian watched her like a hawk as he raised his arm, allowing her to run her fingers across them. She caressed the raised skin, whispering, “They’ve healed nicely…well, as nicely as scars can…” (Y/N) peered into his eyes and avowed, “Tu es superstes. Scriptum super corpus.” Golden eyes widened at her words and she squeezed his arm as she rose from the tub. “I’m going to change then start dinner. I hope you’ll join me when you’re finished.” Wrapping the towel around her waist, she unlocked the door and slipped outside, closing it behind her. Adrian stared at the door for a minute then placed his hand across his chest, whispering,

“You are a survivor…written on the body…” A frown crossed his lips, and it deepened as his heart gave a heavy thump.

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stevenuniversetanzanite · 4 years

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Someone Must Get Hurt (Cordelia x Reader (Part 2))

This is set during around and through coven so she’s still Cordelia Foxx technically.

Summary: Reader joins Miss Robichaux’s swearing she would keep her main power to her grave. She doesn’t expect to fall for the Headmistress.

Note: This story was inspired by my vague memory of the soul eater in the x files episode the gift. Subconsciously also inspired by a great fanfic which I will insert the link as soon as I find it.

I’m not American so any odd spelling, phrases or inaccuracies. I apologies for in advance. This is my first Cordelia x reader.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Cordelia’s mother forced all the students to go to some holy place that our order. They never made it to the fountain because Nan walked off. None of the students were invested in seeing some holy water feature, so a free tour of some famous racist woman’s house that was cooler than outside didn’t seem to bad. If your going to stay in New Orleans for a while might as well know the culture behind it even if it’s disgusting to hear about.

Walking back to the school, you lagged behind hearing a boy crying out for his mother. You slipped away from the group scoping around for the child. People were passing him paying the boy any mind. You crouched down to the boy who was clutching his arm close to his body.

“Are you alright?” Of course, he isn’t, why would you ask that? you thought. “Where’s your mother?” The boy shrugged. “Can I see your arm?” As you suspected, it was broken. You looked around for someone who looked like they could be his parent. Your attention when back to the wailing boy. “Shh~ It’ll be okay,” you weren’t sure you should do it. How were you going to explain your mysteriously broken arm? The child looked so broken and he doesn’t have his mother to help him. Screw it. “I can help you with your arm.”

You rest both your hands on his wrist. He flinched. You closed your eyes, focusing on the wound on his hand and wishing it away. You knew you alleviated the pain from him when your arm aches. You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “Thank you,” the boy pulled into a hug, squeezing the living daylights out of you. “You’re a superhero.” you chuckled.

“Now let’s find your mother.”

You stumbled into the school half an hour later, welcomed by the sound of the Headmistress shouting at her mother. You shut the door quietly wanting no one to catch you sneaking back in. You had no idea what that’s about, but you wanted no part of it. Your bed sounds wonderful right now. Wrapped up in a blanket watching some YouTube sounded good.

“She’s back,” Nan notified them.

You cursed under your breath preparing yourself for the wrath. The clomping of high heels approached you. You froze as the younger blonde rushed over to you to make sure you were okay.

"Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?"

You giggled out in response to her checking over you.

Her mother at the end of the hall with the other girls crowded behind her eavesdropping. Fiona was unenthused but it didn’t appear to be directed at you.

"Jesus Christ, Cordelia," Fiona said. "She's not a child. She can take care of yourself."

"It is my responsibility to look after these girls. Yes, she may not be a child but that doesn’t mean she should be left alone. She doesn’t the people or her way around. What if she went to the other side of town?”

“She’d be fine,” Fiona said. “She knows more than she lets on.” Oh god, what does she know? "So why did you sneak off?" You can’t leave it at that, you thought. How else am I meant to figure out what you know?

“A kid lost his mother; I was just trying to help. I’m sorry I caused so much concern.” That last part was for Cordelia. No one else cared about your absence.

“Of course, you go missing doing something boring,” Madison said.

“Was the kid returned?” Cordelia asked.

“Yes.” Cordelia smiled pleased with what you did. "The woman gave me her business card." The woman looked less happy at that but tried to hide it. "She owns a florist in town. She said if I ever needed flowers for something, she would make me an offer I couldn't refuse. Anyway, everything turned out fine, I'm back at the school unharmed. Now what's for lunch.” You say as a distraction to spot Cordelia from checking you over, you couldn't let her find out about your arm. Cordelia nudged you in the direction of the other girls. She wanted to talk to her mother some more.

Later that day, you were in the greenhouse snooping through the books for pain relief. You had found one on natural medicine. Ibuprofen wasn’t strong enough to kill the pain of your now bruising arm. The book was poorly written leading you to believe it was terribly translated to English. You always had a fascination with herbal medicine but had never had the chance to give it a go until you moved here. You found on for a potion that could be stored up to year after making it. It could be convenient to have some around for when the pain came back- that’s if it works in the first place.

You began to collect the ingredients when you heard your name. You were too jumpy for your own good. It didn’t help that you had gotten so involved in what you were doing.

“Shit Delia, you scared me.” Delia? You’ve never called her that aloud before. That’s one of those things that’s meant to stay in your head. She barely knows you. You can’t go calling people by nicknames. You’re not Madison.

Being so in your own brain, you didn’t notice her freeze in place after calling her the shorten name.

“You could say it was payback for earlier.” Cordelia said after a second closing the door behind her. You were in a room alone with her alone. Oh god, what do you do? How do you act normal? She’ll notice something is up for sure. “I didn’t expect you to be here.”

You stared at her blankly. An awkward silence fell among the two of you. “Yeah,” You said still making direct eye contact.

“Do you want me to go?” she asked.

“No!” you squeaked. You leant forward to try and stop her, but you tripped over a pot plant. Great. Just great. She wasn’t close to you, why did you try and stop her. She appeared next to you. You couldn’t tell if she teleported or if you spaced out long enough for her to get there. Time was slipping away from you.

“Good because I didn’t really want to,” she admitted. “You’ve been here for almost a year and I know nothing about you.” She offered to help you, but you declined. Instead you picked up your freshly picked leaves and headed over to wash them off.

“There’s not much to know.” You turned your attention to the plant you got the leaves from; you didn’t have enough if you were making twice the batch.

If you didn’t look at her, maybe you could get through this.

“Don’t say that,” she said. “I’m sure there’s more to you.”

“Thanks?”

She grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look at her.

BOUNDARIES. BOUNDARIES. Your mind screamed, but you didn’t mind. All you had to do was lean in, she was so close. You were probably a blushing mess; thank god the others aren’t seeing this. She’s so much prettier up close. Her lips were probably soft and tasted like Chapstick. You bet you could run your hand through her hair and for it to be tangle-free. It wouldn’t stay that way for long if she was yours. There was so much you would love to do to her, but she’s your teacher and married!

“Y/N?”

“Hmm~” You shook yourself out of your thoughts and out of her grip. You cleared your throat. “Sorry.”

“No need to apologise, sweetheart,” Sweetheart? Why did she call you sweetheart? “What are you making?” You nod your head towards the book on the workbench. “A pain reliever?” Her tone conveyed worry. “Did you get hurt? I swear if you lied earlier I-” She would go nothing and you both knew it. The worst that would happen is she would scold you and then she would fawn over you. Has she done that to anyone else? You couldn’t recall.

To ease her concern you fabricated a lie, “I thought about having a natural alternative to the pills inside.” You took your collection ingredients to the workbench and started to prepare them. “They never seem to work on me,” the last part was muttered but Cordelia heard. “Do we have ginger?”

“I have half of one from this morning or would you prefer a fresher one?”

“Half should be fine.”

“What do you need done to it?”

“Diced.” Going back to the recipe you scanned the method, “Is this going to be chunky? Eww.” Cordelia laughed. She pulled out a knife and started to chop the ginger. “You don’t have to, I can-”

“I’d like to.”

She made you scoot over so she could sit on the wooden crate turned highchair. You didn’t want to stand the whole time, so you made do with the materials around. Your shoulders were pressed up against each other. You were glad she was on your left if she touched your right one your true incentive for doing this would be revealed. She helped you prepare the rest of the ingredients while you tried to work as best as you could with your left hand leaving the other rested on the book. You led her through what to do as you had the book and she had never made this one. She helped you set up a beaker to cook it in. You joked saying you expected her to pull out a cauldron or something. As time went on, you grew more relaxed in her presence.

“How do we know if it works?” You asked.

“Someone will have to try it.”

“Well, bottoms up,” you downed a serving of the potion. There was too much ginger for your liking. You waited a minute for it to kick in. Your arm began to feel numb. You hummed as you re-read the book. You landed on some fine print at under a picture. Cordelia was eager for a response. “I think tingly,” you cringed at your word choice. “Oh~ They shouldn’t have put that in the fine print.”

“What?”

“You’re meant to strain and say the chant in reverse, otherwise it becomes a numbing agent. How the fuck does that work?” Cordelia shrugged. “Still useful though. Do you have anything to bottle this up in?”

The two of you bottled the concoction and placed them aside.

“I had a lot of fun doing that with you, would you consider taking lessons on this if I offered?”

“I don’t think the other girls would enjoy it.”

“I was thinking more on the lines of one on one.”

“Sure. Make it a date.”

#cordelia goode x reader #cordelia x reader #cordelia foxx x reader #cordelia goode image

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oneshotnewbie · 5 years

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Can you do a oneshot where Kara is tidying b!d's room because it's a mess and the younger one promised she would tidy it herself when she comes home from university but Kara wants to take it in her hands since she has superspeed and b!d would be too tired. She finds a letter to Jeremiah even tho he is gone for years now and she opens and read it? She starts crying and then Akex comes home and comforts her?

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The once neatly tidy and always decent big room of yours, with its own little bathroom and a small balcony overlooking the National City Park was now a mess since you started to go to the medical school and you didn’t have the time and energy to clean it up.

Every time you promised Kara and Alex, yours sisters with whom you were living with, to clean your room when you got home but you never made your promise real. The constant tests you needed to learn for or the homework you had to do for the next day got in your way.

You were not lazy, on the contrary. You kept trying to put the things back from where you took them out, trying to create order, if only piece by piece and even if you were only at the desk and in bed, mountains full of things stacked in spite.

At some point it was enough for Kara. Not because she got angry, no. She was crazy about tidiness and nothing could be cleaner that it already was and she saw how done you were after you came home from school. You didn’t allow her to take it into her hands. After all, it was your four walls.

Nevertheless she did it anyway. She felt it was right. Not because she was your sister and wanted to relieve you of a burden but because she had super speed and it would be much easier for her than you had to fight through it.

She started with you freshly laundered clothes that were stacked on your couch. Carefully the blonde ordered everything in your closet, ironed the shirts and blouses you mostly needed for meetings before she also hung them in the closet. Your dirty laundry that you had accumulated in your hamper, she flew up to the bathroom and threw it directly into the washing machine.

Once again arrived downstairs, she put your make-up that you used every day in your vanity cabinet and cleaned the wide full-body mirror, wisely to not tear down the photos of you and your sisters and friend that hung on it.

The pillows on your couch were again carefully lined up next to each other and had the kind in the middle of them formed in a kind of heart, it was always Kara’s symbol.

Kara continued with the desk, where she cleaned only the vacancies because she was afraid to throw you off the train of learning. Papers lay on piled over books and all sorts of highlighters lay scattered on the table. Where you the only one who had a look through this chaos.. As you always said to your sisters, ‘it was an organized mess’. Even Kara had no idea how you managed it.

The energy cans and empty coffee cups found their way into the trash and into the sink. Once flown back up to the bedroom, she picked up your new favourite bedding and sheets and covered your bed with it, hoping you wouldn’t be mad at her doing that for you.

Just as she was about to lift the mattress to put the bed sheets over the corners, a letter you had recently hidden between the slatted frame and the mat you wanted that no one ever saw, flew right towards her and stopped by her feet.

Of course, Kara had immediately stopped her work and sat down on the unfinished bed. She wrestled with herself, refusing to open this letter and snooping around in your privacy but got more tensed as she turned the letter over and the name of your father appeared on the white rectangular envelope with thick black letters.

You were just like Alex, couldn’t handle it when he disappeared until today. Your sisters were older than you and understood earlier what happened, but you still didn’t. Nightmares still plagued you and many times you were still seen floating in the thought that he would come back. You always covered the table for one more person when it came to family events; the sock with the “J” was still waiting at the fireplace every time before Christmas. You were still buying presents for him and every time your hoped that he would be standing at the door on your birthday or sending you a card.

But that was never the case.

Everyone knew how much you fought day after day; everyone looked at your agony and the eyes that were red the morning after a night of mourning to ask God to bring him back to you. And you knew that Kara had heard everything every time. But nobody said anything anymore.

Your sisters had tried several times to talk to you about it, but you locked yourself away from them when the topic came to the surface again.

With shaky hands she opened the envelope after all. Some notes with your writing were pulled out and she took another breath, wondered if she really did the right thing before she readjusted her glasses and decided to read the letter.

“Dear Dad,I miss you so much.There are so many things I would say to you now, especially as I would like to hug you again and get your warmth and everyday kisses on the cheek. I have managed to live my dream, daddy. I am officially a medicine student; do you remember when I first told you about it? I was sitting on your lap with my broken doll, watching you fix her with all the stuff you could get in your garage. I hope you’re proud of me for making it all, even though I was hoping you would be there and walk me through all of it.. Alex and Kara are fine, they take good care of me and are the best sisters I could wish for. They support me wherever they can. Apropos, did you know that Alex is now the director of the DEO? Unbelievable but I am so proud of her! And Kara? She has won the politzer and has become a wonderful reporter with her own flesh and blood interspersed with everything she does. I’m so proud of her too!Dad, there are so many things I want to tell you. But my head is so full of thoughts and my heart is so heavy with feelings and I don’t think I could ever talk about it with both of them. Not that I don’t trust them, they just have so much to do and I don’t want to lose Alex in this down spiral when she needs to face your disappearance again. It was so hard to help her get out of the first one and it almost costed us our relationship.I cry a lot and every time I hope that you will dry my tears but you can’t see them. Going on without you is a nightmare. Your strength has been my strength so far and your advice has been my help. But now you’re gone. I miss you but I know that you are well where you are now and that you take good care for yourself. After all you have done for your family and you had to go through, you have earned your peace. Recently I painted a picture of you with the technique you once taught me. I hope you like it.I want to give you my promise that I will take care of the people you love and make sure that this family stays together in your interest. I want to thank you for your unique love, which I will never again experience in this form. She was one of the best gifts in my life. Thank you, for everything. I love you. Your little Y/N.”

With a sob, she flipped over to the next letter and looked at the picture you had previously mentioned. She was sure that you had used the charcoal pencils that Jeremiah gave you years ago when you started to draw more and more pictures in your free time.

The individual lines of your father’s potion, which you made from his profile, and the shades and floods of grey/black shades that blended into each other made a beautiful picture and she was amazed at the progress you made in drawing.

She put the papers on her lap and let the tears run wild. She knew that you didn’t feel well about your dad and there were often days when you wanted to be alone and not talk to anyone, but she didn’t know that it was so stressful for you.

“Kara? Kara, where are you?” the blonde heard a dark and rough voice before she wiped away her tears and looked up. She saw the redhead who was walking through the door and more tears started to fall.

“Y/N will kill you if she sees you clean- What’s going on? What happened?” she asked in shock, immediately dropping her bag to her feet before kneeling in front of Kara and putting her arm on her legs.

But the once so though and young woman didn’t answer, just held the papers in front of the older sisters face and buried hers in her hands as Alex took the letters away from her.

She scanned this briefly; her eyes reflected the tears she tried to suppress. Your words reminded her so much of her own words she tried to find for all of her pain and it hurt even more knowing that you had to go through it too. She readjusted herself, recently sitting on her knees she was now in a cross-legged position.

Instantly Alex threw the letters on the floor when loud and terrible sobs came from her opposite. Her arms supported her and she stood in less than a few seconds in front of Kara, putting both hands over Kara’s head and pulling her to her stomach. The blonde clasped her tightly and buried her face in the red-heads shirt. Again and again Alex stroked the back of the young alien and tried to calm her down.

But nothing seemed to help until the older one broke away from her and took her up, carrying her to the couch and laying her down on it while she also lay down next to her and pulled Kara over to her.

Kara listened to the older woman’s heartbeat and calmed herself down slowly as she followed her thoughts and enjoyed the closeness of her sister.

She was grateful to Alex that she understood without words and didn’t force her to speak. Was the disappearance of Jeremiah also an open gaping wound for her? She knew that she would wait until she opened herself, ready to talk everything.

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peachymilkis · 6 years

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NURSE!JIN HOGWARTS AU

- fluff with the tiniest teeny tinest amount of angst

- roughly 2.5K words

-pls enjoy

this is my first one and im starting with ma boy jin cuz im going in age order

pls don’t judge me im new to bullet scenarios

anyway lets get on with it

okay so basically kim seokjin was a star gryffindor whilst he was in hogwarts

perfect grades

head prefect

everyone loved him

and he loved his school

he was always interested in nursing

mostly because his six best friends always ended up in madam pomfreys hospital wing thanks to their rambunctious adventures

so after graduating and two years of training seokjin went on to become a nurse at hogwarts

madam pomfrey absolutely adored him

one day after tending to a first year ravenclaw had accidentally fallen off of their broom and sprained their ankle madam pomfrey called seokjin to her office

“is something the matter?” the young man asked the head nurse in a questioning tone

He was rarely ever called to her office so he became worried if he had accidentally done something wrong

“you know, my dear boy, im just getting too old for this job. i think its time for me to retire.”

seokjins facial features visibly sulked

“no what do you mean? whos gonna be head nurse now? nobodys better than you! youre the best nurse in all of wizarding history you cant just leave!”

poor boy pleaded with his heart

madam pomfrey had become like a mother to him so it did make her sad to leave but the poor thing was too tired to go on

“actually that’s what I want to talk to you about. I really would like it if you became the head nurse”

ma boys jaw dropped to the floor

“me? head nurse?”

what?????

“yes you!”

and like that seokjin was appointed as the new head nurse of hogwarts

news spread like a wildfire all over the school

of course how could it not spread when every student was head over heels with the beautiful wizard

so much so that students would feign injuries just for the chance to be up close and personal with him

now this is where you come in

you were in your final year at hogwarts

ready to graduate and get out of there to get on with your life

obviously you too have heard of the ethereal nurse and the news of him becoming head nurse

you were only two years younger than him so you had had him in a few of your classes when he was still a student himself

you seldom spoke with im but you spoke with him enough to know how naturally flirty he is without even trying

when you two were paired he would always manage to send you a wink or blow you a kiss

you always thought he was weird but that may or may not have been you denying the fluttering of your heart every time he did that

then again you saw it do it to his friends all the time so you quickly got rid of any feelings you may have felt for him

when he graduated you thought that you finally wouldn’t have to deal with seeing with him

even though it did make you a little sad to see him go

but HA you were so wrong

you would sometimes catch him in the hallways

one time he looked back at you and you could’ve sworn he sent you a little eye wink

you quickly walked away and dismissed the thought

one day your in the great hall eating breakfast with you best friend

fifth year ravenclaw jeon jungkook

he also happened to be one of the six best friends of kim seokjin that were earlier mentioned

“i swear i thought he winked at me earlier but its so absurd so im sure im seeing things now.”

you exclaimed to the ravenclaw

he looked at you with this knowing look that you were completely oblivious to

“who knows y/n maybe he likes you or something”

you felt a blush creeping up your neck

“yea right. even if he did wink at me, he winks and blows kisses at other people all the time.”

you scoffed

theres no way he would ever have feelings for you

but the thought still lingered in your mind

Jungkook managed to notice the blush creeping onto your cheeks and smirked

your best friend may or may not have started plotting something

a few days later whilst you and jungkook were walking to lunch

two oddly cheery six years named park jimin and kin taehyung ran towards you two

“y/n jungkook we have to visit hagrid right now!”

jimin grabbed onto your arm and like that all of you ran off to visit hagrids little hut

you were confused but knew better to question the hyper boys who also happened to be your best friends

taehyung knocked hard on hagrids door until hagrid finally opened it

“ey slow down there buddy.”

“hagrid we heard you got a pet dragon!” the hyper hufflepuff yelled

hagrid quickly shushed him and pushed us all inside his hut

“who now told you? it was meant to be a secret!”

“i found out actually! i caught you at diagon alley

said jimin the proud slytherin

hagrid let out of sigh of relief

“at least it was only you who saw.”

“can we see him!?” jungkook asked excitedly

“oh why not?”

hagrid gave in after seeing four puppy faces staring back at him with hope in their eyes

he took out his baby pet dragon

you reached out to pet it but guess what

he got scared and bit you

you yelped and brought your pointer finger to your chest

you looked at the bite mark

“y/n are you okay!?”

“oh no what do we do!?”

“bad Herbert!”

the voices started fading away

oh no youre fainting

well fuck

everything went black

now back to ma boy seokjin

he was having a pretty calm day

no one was in the hospital wing at the moment

but then all of a sudden in come running three male students along with a hagrid and a girl in his arms

“jin hyung we need help ASAP!”

“hyung y/n fainted after being bitten by a baby dragon!”

at the sound of your named jin quickly got to work

“lay her down here ill take care of the rest.”

you pushed everyone out of the hospital wing and focused on getting you all better

a few hours later you opened your eyes

you looked around and realized you were in the hospital wing

you remembered what happened before fainting

“damn Herbert.” you muttered to yourself

you heard a chuckle causing you to jump out of shock

you looked over and realized that you were not alone in the room

jin had actually been sitting on the chair beside the bed

no he hadn’t been watching you while you were sleeping

what???

that would be totally preposterous

lmao he was totally watching you

for a good hour

not in a creepy way tho

your cheeks reddened when you realized how close he was so you quickly sat up

“are you feeling better y/n?”

you nodded still not making eye contact with him

“yeah kind of. my finger still really hurts though.”

jin nodded and got up from his seat

“well the good news is that i managed to get the venom out of your finger. the bad news is you cant do anything with that hand and i have to make sure its all good so you have to stay here for at least three days to recover.”

THREE DAYS?!?!

“what!? three days!?”

theres no way you would survive being alone with jin for the next three days

may i also include that it is friday and those days there are rarely any students that come for injuries

jin laughed this weird windshield wiper laugh that you found oddly cute

“is it that bad spending three days with me?”

YES

“no its just.. you know, it’s the weekend and all..”

you quickly made up a lie

“don’t worry y/n. i will make the next three days as fun as possible for you.”

he gave you this smile with a cheeky little wink that had your heart pounding against you chest

oh lord were you in for a treat

day 1

you were awoken to an entire cart of candy beside you

“mister kim what is all this?”

“ew mister kim sounds weird just call me jin.”

“but anyway. these candies were sent to you from jimin, taehyung, jungkook, and me!”

a big UWU

you smiled happily and excitedly

“aw my best friends are so swee- wait you too?”

jin chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck

damn he looked good

wait what

“well yea, theyre my best friends too so basically that makes us best friends by assotciation!”

another big UWU

your cheeks reddened and you let out a shy smile

“well thank you.”

jins nervous smile quickly transformed into a relieved smile and he started walking away

you don’t know what came over you but

“would you like to join me? these are too many for me to eat on my own and i don’t really like eating by myself. i could use the company.”

you stared at him hopeful

his heart started pounding with delight

“yes of course!”

and basically the rest of the day was spent with you two talking and getting to know each other and eating all the delicious and mysterious snacks that were gifted to you

day 2

jin had woken up extra early with a happier smile and a skip to his step

he walked into the hospital wing and saw you still fast asleep

he walked over to you and brought the blanket over your shoulder as it was a little chillier today

he watched over you for another few minutes with a fond smile on his face before getting back to work

you had been awake for a bit before jin walked in but you freaked out so you pretended to be asleep

so basically you witnessed what happened

your face was so red it’s a surprise jin didn’t notice lol

you wondered throughout the day why your evil best friends hadn’t even bothered to visit you

you definitely didn’t start planning a kill list

later that day you really needed to pee so you got up to go to the bathroom

you started turning the corner when

BAM!

smack dab into jins chest

his first reaction was to gab you before you fell back

so basically you were against his chest with his strong arms holding you tightly to his body

you both stayed like that for a few seconds before you both made eye contact

quickly you both jumped back and started coughing awkwardly and looking anywhere but at each other

“i uh, gotta pee bye!”

you ran to the bathroom faster than a snitch

you slammed your back against the stall door and clutched onto your chest where your heart is

jin stayed still as a rock after you ran off

his face was stuck with the biggest grin that not even any medicine or potion could wipe off

he could still feel your body against his

you could still feel his body wrapped around yours

it felt right

obviously you pushed your feelings back

you fervently avoided jin for the rest of the day

it wasn’t easy but you managed

jin on the other hand wanted to talk to you so badly

he realized he would give you your space though

neither of you could sleep that night

day 3

jin managed to get a good three hours of sleep that night

he would’ve slept in lowkey if he wasn’t determined to talk to you

you on the other hand ended up falling asleep at around 7 in the morning

jin practically ran into the hospital wing at 8 in the morning to find you still sleeping

you ended up sleeping until 3 in the afternoon

you were awoken by jin when he was checking in on your finger

immediately you sat up

you looked up at jin and immediately regretted it

both of you froze again

jin looking down at you with his hand around your tiny wrist

you, sat up on the bed staring into his eyes that were basically traps

your faces were mere inches apart

“y/n”

the way he said that had chills running down your spine

it was just so breathy and his voice was lowered and it was just uGH

you then coughed and immediately looked away

jin sighed and slowly reached his hand under your chin

he carefully and cautiously turned your face to him

without a word he delicately planted his lips onto yours

your eyes opened wide as his closed into the kiss

after a second or two your eyes closed as well and you reciprocated the kiss

he pulled away and looked into your eyes

“y/n i have to tell you something.”

you were still in shock of the kiss but his sentenced immediately brought you back

you turned your face and coughed, trying to remember how to breathe cuz apparently you forgot

“y-yeah what is it?”

you tried sounding as normal as possible

you failed

“i like you.”

your jaw dropped

“huh?”

“i know its really sudden but i really like you and i have for the past four years.”

“wait what? am i being pranked? theres no way. you were always so popular and come on you were a Gryffindor and you were always so flirty with everyone and-“

jin cut you off by laughing

you stared at him dumbfounded

“why are you laughing!?”

“y/n i was never flirty with anyone that wasn’t you, or my six other best friends, who are all male. i know you never noticed but i loved sending you winks and kissy faces because seeing your face redden and run away was just so cute. but i never confessed while i was still a student here. i was a coward.”

you finally eased and let out a chuckle yourself

“wow a cowardly gryffindor. who would’ve thought.”

jin let out a laugh as well and scratched the back of his neck

a nervous habit of his, you’ve noticed

“anyway, is there any way you could give this coward a chance as your boyfriend?”

your heart was beating hard as you smiled shyly

“after you let go of my wrist though.”

jin looked down and realized he had been holding on the your wrist this entire time

he blushed and let go

“oops.”

what a cutie!!

“wait im getting a chance!?”

you nodded and he smushed you in between his arms

once again

it felt right

you were both startled when you heard the doors slam open and in come three boys clapping and holding a big cake that read

‘CONGRATULATIONS ON FINALLY DATING (took you long enough)’

which resulted in jin letting go of the hug and chasing after them

as jin was chasing taehyung and jimin, jungkook ran over to you and gave you a big hug

“so i see my plan worked!”

you pushed him off of you and glared at him

“what plan?”

“my plan to get you into the hospital wing ofc!”

“so you all got me bit by a baby dragon!?!”

oops

and with that jungkook runs away as well

“JEON JUNGKOOK COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!”

and like that had your life become even more eventful

ughhhhh idk how i feel about this but pls give me some feedback and might post a namjoon one next depending on how i feel lol thanks for reading

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authors note: I know I said this would be out earlier but what can I say I tried~ This bio is for the characters in my bts vampire au “Too Sweet”. If there are any questions feel free to ask! Enjoy💕↠ Too Sweet

Kim Seokjin, a Pure Blood:

Jin is from a wealthy aristocratic family and has an impressive career as a doctor. Ever since he was young he knew there was something off about him, he wasn't quite like the others. When it came to blood, he was never controlled by it like the other Vampires, he didn't even crave blood on the full moon. Over the years he retained that quality, which allowed him to fit into society much easier than he otherwise would. After graduating college he went on to be a surgeon and hematologist. Soon he became known as one of the best doctors in his specialty. Like his father once did, he manages a vampire-human university. Jin grew up with Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung and a Jungkook as they all attended the same school. Even though they were all separated by a few years a strong bond was built through their many years with each other. Feeding is something Jin goes into slowly with a lot of thought, being that he studies blood, he is fascinated by the way it works and what makes it so unique.

• Empathy. Jin has the ability to interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without having to read apparent symptoms, allowing him to understand and discover if one emotion is hiding another. He can attack you in a personal and emotional way since he knows exactly what emotion is flowing through you and can use this knowledge any way he pleases.

• Healing energy. He can manipulate healing energy and heal his inflicted bite wounds as well.

• Hypnosis/Neuro-Linguistic Programming. He is able to affect or directly influence your mind to his commands with some convincing.

Min Yoongi, a Pure Blood:

Yoongi grew up in a strict household, for a while his life consisted of going to school and practically living at the hospital. His rare condition disables him from consuming any type of human blood. If he happens to ingest even a small amount he can become sick and feeble. Blood from an average donor can leave him with intense migraines for days at a time along with dramatic drops in energy and strength. Ever since he was young he was constantly being stuck with needles and examined by countless doctors in hopes that they could help him, but none of their efforts were permanent. As soon as Jin graduated his university he begged Yoongi’s doctors to let him take him as a patient. Through Jins studies he found an ancient remedy to help him live more comfortably, vampire blood, more specifically Jimin's blood. It's well known that giving Vampire blood to an ill Vampires can help cure many different sicknesses if consumed correctly. He hasn't been able to find a cure closer than Jimin and you. As far as symptoms after being bitten, there's a chance you'll suffer from some of the symptoms he has, he'll even link to your consciousness by accident if he's not paying attention. For Yoongi, Feeding is a private gesture depending on the vessel and feeding cycle. He rather feed in private situation, for him, the more personal the feeding the better.

• Dream manipulation - He has the ability to create, shape, enter and manipulate the dreams of oneself and others, including modifying, suppressing, fabricating, influencing, manifesting, sensing, and observing dreams as well as nightmares, daydreams, etc. He can produce and modify dreams, bestow nightmares or lucid dreaming, entrap people in REM sleep, and nurse emotional health.

• Mind Link - Imprinting, Mental Link, Psychic Link, and Telepathic Connection/Link. He has the power to link minds with anyone through a close bond.

• Hypnotic eyes - He can put others in a suggestive trance upon eye contact, the effect may take a few minutes to work or happen instantly. While in the trance, the person becomes highly pliant to his will.

Jung Hoseok, a Pure Blood:

Hoseok is one of the more peculiar vampire breeds; he seems like sunshine and flowers until he starts fiending for blood. Hoseok lived a normal childhood, unlike most of his peers at the university he didn't live in an all vampire community, he went to a human school. As a Vampire, for him, the mere thought of sinking his fangs into tender flesh makes him crazy. It's addictive. He is prone to overfeeding due to needing large sums of blood to satisfy his hunger. When Hoseok hasn't had much blood he behaves aggressively, he doesn't care who you are as long as your blood smells good he's drinking. When Jin needed her to give blood for the first time he happily volunteered, having a donor that's never been fed from only heightened his need to be the first. His breed has traits developed during childhood when feeding. If he's feeding he's most likely touching you somewhere, whether it be your arms, hands, hair, anything he can get his hands on; it’s just natural to do that. The toxins released when feeding leaves people with Munchausen syndrome. You might start convincing yourself that you're sick physically, mentally, etc but it doesn't last for more than a few days. But in exchange for a bit of your sanity, he does have the ability to heal you physically during the feeding. Feeding is a sporadic event for him, he does it when he feels like it and many times the vessel isn't even sure what happened after.

• Empathy - also called Empathic Perception/Sense. The user can fully interpret and replicate the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms, allowing them to understand introverts or discover one emotion is actually hiding another. They can attack someone in a personal and emotional way since they know exactly what emotion is flowing through themselves and can use this knowledge to play against them.

• Healing energy - The user can manipulate healing energy, capable of restoring anything to its optimal health.

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Kim Namjoon, a Pure Blood:

Now Namjoon seems to have the most fun being a Vampire; I say that because he uses his abilities more than anyone else. His special abilities mainly come from his mother. She’s been a phycologist for troubled Vampires and donors for many years before he was born. Her profession led her to make Namjoon study hard, not that she had to force him. As his abilities got stronger he was able to tap into others conscious with ease. As invasive as it sounds, he has no shame doing it, he claims it was for research or something like that but nobody buys that. His ability to mess with your mind doesn't go unpunished; the more he uses it, the least control he has over it. It's not permanent but for a while, he won't be able to change control it. Namjoon is known to assert his dominance in every situation he sees fit, he knows what he knows and if you wanna call it to pride so be it. It's now a pretty well-known fact that Y/N has the best blood they've ever encountered, that makes him just as curious as everyone else. After being bitten by him it's not likely you'll have any symptoms after. Feeding is enjoyable for him and the vessel, if you like not being able to control yourself then he's the Vampire for you. During feeding he can immobilize your movements and coax you into a compliant mindset, pushing you until you're at the edge.

• Mind Control - also Brainwashing, Manipulative Hypnosis, Mental Domination, Telepathic Manipulation. The user can control the minds of others with targets being completely subject to their mind control. If the victims were placed into a semi-conscious state, they may not have any recollection of the previous actions that they performed while under its effect.

• Telepathy - The ability to read the thoughts of, or to mentally communicate with others.

Park Jimin, a Hybrid:

Jimin is one of the most sought-after kind of Vampires because of his background. His mother has love manipulation and his father has mind control manipulation, etc. He is affected by the crescent moon rather than the full moon because of his mother. “The lovers of blood” is what they call vampires like her, and he inherited more qualities from than his father. Just like the others, he releases a kind of venom when he bites, his mimics a kind of love potion. If you’re bitten during his height of feeding you will most likely intensely crave to touch, love and give blood without any sort of context. Jimin is very aware of himself and tries to lay low so he doesn't do something he'll regret. He does take certain medicine to calm his natural urges but if he misses one it's over. If he's under the influence of the moon and he finds you suitable he'll do whatever it takes to drink from you, seduction is normally the go-to for him, and it always works. After it's all said and done a wave of guilt washes over him as if he had just violated something sacred. You, on the other hand, will feel just like he did. It was close to lust but not as physical. Feeding is more pleasurable for him than anything, it's a blurred expression of hunger, greed, love that he doesn't normally get to act on the way he really wants.

• Love Manipulation - also called Affection Control, Affection Manipulation, Amokinesis. He senses and manipulates all aspects of love, of himself, creatures. Whether by increasing, decreasing, causing or otherwise channeling love, even turning the emotional energy to a physical level.

Kim Taehyung, a Hybrid:

Taehyung’s mother doesn't have any abilities, aside from being a Vampire; so, he inherited most of his father's mannerisms and abilities. Being a younger Vampire, he does tend to ‘play’ with his food. Being playful is what he's most guilty for when it comes to feeding, the others were always suspicious of Tae; he was a bit of a troublemaker. He and Jungkook play pranks, do mischievous things together; it resulted in them being scolded my Jin or whichever Hyung could catch them first. When Tae was younger he loved the way people bent to his will, depending on how he spoke. He realized he was an early bloomer in discovering his abilities, he had the power to convince and control others with his voice. It comes in handy when getting his way with vessels like you. You'd have to experience his feeding first hand to understand it; he's childish but he can flip in a second. When Feeding it's important he doesn’t get distracted by the things around him(he feeds in front of others often), but if he does become distracted he gets frustrated and a bit forceful with whoever he’s feeding on.

• Autohypnosis - He can compel you by speaking, you are unable to disobey; the seemingly cogent commandment is far too compelling. During the full moon, he can even persuade you into hurting/killing yourself or even flip around the sense of logic.

Jeon Jungkook, Part Human Hybrid:

Jungkook was born into a very powerful family that has a lot of influence in the Vampire community and he is set to be the president of his father's empire. His parents are concerned about him but they’re also at ease knowing he is in the capable hands of Seokjin. Jungkook is the only Vampire in the university that is part human but seems genetically perfect(his mother is half human, making him 1/4 human). The complicated part about mixing humans and Vampires is that the offspring are prone to genetic oddities and many other problems; because of that, he is rarely able to feed directly from the source. There is a stigma around part human hybrids; some say they’re psychotic or savages but Jungkook has never been quite like that. Sadly, he is constantly torn between his human and Vampire side, never really knowing how to force the two into harmony. Jin created a medicine for his condition and he takes gets two injections a month to dull the headaches and take away any taste for human blood. The symptoms he gets from the medicine can vary between him wanting human blood to despising it, so it’s really a gamble with him. Jungkook is very manipulative, he can have you willing to let him feed in seconds if he really wanted to. But Jin would never allow it. Jungkook has the tendency go overboard. Overdrinking is normal for his age but he can drink from until there’s none left and not even notice. Since he’s never had the chance to do it freely, feeding is merely one of his fantasies. He is hoping one day he could make that thought a reality with you...

• Subconscious manipulation - He can manipulate everything hidden inside him or others subconscious, including ideas, wishes or desires, traumatic memories, painful emotions, etc. This allows him to manipulate the hidden aspects of the mind in various ways, for example, arrange memories as one desires, awaken secrets and information hidden deep in the subconscious, and give shape to emotions or thoughts hidden inside the mind. He can erase what resides in the subconscious (like the ability to choose right from wrong) and leave only what they deem "important" making them very strong or very dangerous.

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