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diavolosthots · 3 years

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Request are opeeeeeen yay

Oh, well, could you please do a comforting scenario with Belphie and a depressed MC that's usually very cheerful but not right now (y'know, because of✨ Seasonal depression✨) with a lot of fluff and love?

Thank you in advance, and thank you also for all the things you write! It is amazing!!!

Requests are not open, this is from last time. Also i love how you go to emo boy for seasonal depression haha

Warning: mentions of seasonal depression

As the Seasons Change (BELPHEGOR X GN!READER)

As if life wasn’t already complicated enough as it is, it also just had to throw yearly change at you. The warm, fun, light, bright, and outdoors-y stuff was suddenly replaced by cold, long nights and tons of darkness. Now, for some people, this was great. Who doesn’t prefer shorter days and more sleep? But to people like you, this just put you into a spiral of moodiness. Everything that you looked forward to in Spring and Summer suddenly got taken away and it wasn’t… it just made you feel bad, you know? Things are dying, animals go into hibernation, and people are dressing more darkly. It’s almost as if the world decided to be emo for 6 months out of the year and as much as that is okay, it really isn't. You liked the sunshine and warm days with the softest of breezes. The beautiful flowers and trees and animals that come out to play. Of course, people also just seemed happier. It’s beautiful, to you. Besides, the Devildom already gave you a shock with its constant darkness but you somewhat got used to it, up until Diavolo decided that he needed to “keep up with the human realm” and decided to bring winter down here. So now instead of dark and hot as hell, it was dark and cold as hell. Seriously, it may not be affecting the demons too much but how did he think his two human and two angel exchange students would react?

Still, you can’t blame it all on Diavolo. The guy was trying to do something nice by bringing a little bit of human into the Devildom, probably forgetting that not all humans react the same way to sudden change and or dark and cold dynamics in general. Bottom line is, you were less than pleased. Your moods spun out of control ranging from sadness to anger to not feeling worthy. It was a confusing time and right now, the most you could feel was ‘okay’. “Lucifer, why don’t demons get weirded out by the sudden change in temperature?” You hoped that the eldest could give you some type of explanation or maybe even a little bit of sympathy so you didn’t think you were the only one, but he only shrugged. “Demons adapt easily. We have to, otherwise we’d be tormented by our own minds.” It wasn’t exactly the answer you were looking for and Lucifer could tell, but it didn’t take away from the fact that that was the only answer you would be getting out of him.

You hated this, genuinely. You even tried talking to Diavolo about it but it seemed to fly right over the guy’s head. “Haha isn’t this fun? I forgot what the cold feels like!” No, Diavolo, it’s not fun. Did you know that some people prefer the cold and get depressed over summer too??? No??? Well, then don’t assume! Of course, you didn’t say that to the Demon Lord because although he himself never scared you, you were terrified of what Barbatos may do had you disrespected the future King like that. You felt alone because even Solomon preferred the dark and although the angels are being of light, they didn’t seem to be affected much by this either. Was it just a human thing? Maybe just a you thing? The more you thought about it, the lonelier you felt and the brothers began to notice your change in behavior. How couldn’t they? They felt bad for you. Beel tried to cheer you up with food, which usually made you laugh, but now you’re just turning away from him.

Belphegor is the only one who somewhat seemed indifferent, although his looks at you lasted a little longer than usual. Usually you’d annoy him with your constant happiness and ability to jump around everywhere, so now that it’s gone, it’s weird that he actually kind of misses it. “Come cuddle with me.” “Belphie I do---!” But he didn’t even care. He just grabbed you and then dragged you up into the attic with him. That’s probably the most exercise he’s done in a while: dragging someone up the stairs, but it was worth it. Kinda. Maybe. “I didn’t ask. I told you.” You rolled your eyes at him because when does he ever ask? He just does his thing and seems endlessly happy with that, although something told you that was the biggest lie.

“I don’t want to cuddle.” Now he’s rolling his eyes, falling down onto the bed in the attic and holding out his arms to you. “Maybe you don’t want it, but you definitely need it. Stop fighting with me.” you groaned but gave in, falling down beside him, trying to keep at least some space between the two of you, but Belphie didn’t care and immediately rolled closer, putting his head on your chest. “Stroke my hair and tell me what’s wrong.” What? See this is why you and Belphie rarely ever hang out. He’s so demanding, so needy, and you swore he rivaled Leviathan at times. Levi would beg you to stay until you would, though, and Belphie would just have a death grip on you. Right now you didn’t know which was worse. “Belphie I don’t… I don’t want to.” “Fine then just hold me, but talk to me.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around him because that seemed like a fair compromise and he was already half on top of you so what’s the point of arguing?

“I just… my emotions are all over the place. I’m sad and then I’m angry. I get annoyed and then I get lonely… it’s because Diavolo changed the damn weather…” You felt stupid for saying that out loud and you could almost guarantee that Belphie thought the same thing, but he didn’t say anything, instead waiting for you to go on. “I just got used to the dark and the hot of the Devildom and now it’s… it’s dark and cold and it feels lonely and empty and I can’t cope with that. He did it to be ‘hip’ or whatever with the human world but he fails to realize that just because it happens naturally up there, doesn’t mean people like that.” “So you got seasonal depression.” You nodded, slowly beginning to let your fingers run over his back while he wrapped himself around you. Well, he more so climbed fully on top of you and snuggled his face into your neck. It tickled a bit so you managed to let out a little giggle, but it disappeared just as quickly.

“Yeah… I was… you know I could’ve gotten used to just having dark and hot all year around but then he goes and does this and I can’t feel happy right now… everything is just so sad and gloomy. Spring just started in the human world and yet Diavolo decides to start late and extend winter…” Belphie snorted, finding amusement in your words. He has his own opinions about his Demon Lord, including the fact that that guy is a huge himbo, but he could never voice that out loud. Not when he knows Lucifer lives under the same roof as him. “He sucks. But you know… this does give you an excuse to just lay with me all day.” And yes, he truly believes that’s a good thing. Why wouldn’t it be? No expectations, just sleep and cuddles. He pulls his head out of your neck and leans up a bit, kissing your forehead before looking at you. “Just stay with me. I can make you sleep until Lord Diavolo decides winter is done. He’s going to get tired of it sooner or later.”

You laughed softly at his proposal, shaking your head a bit. “I don’t know if you’re aware but humans need to eat and drink and you’d have me play sleeping beauty, meaning I’d die due to the lack of food and water in my body.” Belphie only shrugged, laying his head back down and snuggling closer. He was behaving like a baby right now, but a cute baby, who wouldn’t let you go. “I don’t see the issue, but suit yourself.” Of course the Avatar of Sloth wouldn’t see the issue. You rolled your eyes again and then poked his sides before holding him tightly. “You’re warm….” “I know.” Another eye roll but you also couldn’t help but smile. He’s such an idiot but at least you’re not alone right now. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer… for just a little bit.”

Belphie smiled into your neck, kissing it gently before closing his eyes, “I thought so.”

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goodnightyoongi · 4 years

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[Yoongi x fem!reader] pt3

genre: hurt/comfort/fluff

rating: gen

word count: 2,5k

summary: Yoongi and you are childhood friends, but you’re overcome by inability to take care of yourself or your life, lately. He’s right by your side to help you, and you recently discovered there might be something more than friendship between you.

warnings: implied depression, some self-critical thoughts, alcohol, drunken kissing.

Can be read as standalone, but this fic is part of a chaptered series:

Part I: Catalyze

Part II: Flicker

Part IV: Release

Your arms were awkwardly clutched around your midriff as you watched Yoongi rummage around the crowded corner shop, throwing thing after thing into the shopping basket without much consideration.

The two of you were probably a peculiar sight right now. One of you looked ready to hurl any second, uncomfortable about being out in public again, and the other one resembled a small-time burglar with his snapback, dark sunglasses and hoodie pulled securely over his head.

“Just want to remain incognito, is all,” was the explanation he provided you earlier, after you giggled at the sight of him as he picked you up. “Fangirls tend to recognize me a lot...not in the mood for writing a gazillion autographs today.

Your initial reaction to that statement made you inwardly kick yourself. You actually felt a tiny ounce of what could only be described as jealousy when picturing him with all these fangirls – before a rational, inner voice reminded you that you were, firstly, being very silly, and secondly, about to head out with him in just a moment.

Oh, how shamelessly smitten you had become. It had already been a week since he surprised you by kissing you before taking you out for coffee, but there had been no second one yet, and this fact pushed you back into the pit of insecurity.

Maybe you were hoping for too much. You were a commoner, dealing with an array of different issues, and Yoongi was Yoongi. Famous, while you weren’t, and even your friendship couldn’t change this fact.

“Alright, we're almost set...just need to get the – hey, what's up? Are you okay?”

Yoongi had noticed the sickly green pallor of your face, and now his dark irises were regarding you with concern. You forced a strained smile, quickly unfurling your arms.

“Oh, yeah, sorry...I just...I'm not really used to being around people, is all...”

Once again, you cursed the way your voice sounded so frail. And you cursed the way everyday tasks such as shopping were so difficult all of a sudden.

Shopping. It should be easy as pie, but no.

Yoongi was quick to calm you, sneaking an arm around your waist in a bid to chase away the anxiety.

“You're good, hun. It's all good. We're almost done, just sit tight while I pay.”

Some thirty minutes later he swung the door to his apartment in Hannam open, and you scuttled inside, grateful to escape the ruckus of the busy streets of Seoul. Yoongi's gaze lingered on you, wandering to your behind as you bent down to untie your shoes, and this didn’t go unnoticed by you. You were flustered as you straightened out, and he smirked apologetically.

“Oh god, I’m sorry...I was staring, wasn't I...you just...you look really nice today, sweetie. Well you always do, but...”

He paused, stepping closer, and your ears instantly heated up. You’d finally washed all your laundry, and the neat combination of light jeans and a loose white top apparently caught Yoongi's eyes.

“You're the most beautiful girl I know, you know that?”

“No I'm not –“

“Y/N...what did I tell you?”

Yoongi dug warning eyes into you, his arms tight over his chest. You yielded with a sigh. This guy wasn't about to allow one single chunk of self-critical narrative escape you anymore, that much was apparent by now.

“Sheesh, okay, okay...I'll accept the compliment...thanks.”

Yoongi looked satisfied, and a while later you were seated by the kitchen island with a glass of wine in your hand. You sipped it casually, trying your best to seem relaxed and unbothered.

Come on. Pull yourself together.

But you felt on edge, even though you'd been in this exact same scenario with Yoongi a million times before.

Yoongi had discarded his hoodie, and you discreetly watched his t-shirt-covered back as he prepared dinner – just like you had a million times before. And your lower regions stirred just a little as you witnessed the muscles in his arms tense, veins getting more prominent as he cut up some vegetables – just like he had a million times before.

But now was different.

Now your feelings might be reciprocated. You still weren't entirely sure, though, but your sky was illuminated by a big fat maybe.

You cleared your throat, taking multiple distracting sips of wine to calm yourself.

“So um...you guys are just on a break now, then? No shows coming up or anything?”

Yoongi swung around, grabbing his own glass of whisky and stirring the liquid slightly. “Had some stuff scheduled, but I canceled it. I’m taking a few months off, we’ve been working so much this year...so yeah. Have all the time in the world to spend with you, sweetness.”

“BTS taking a break. That's a first. Are you sure the charts can handle that?”

“They’ll have to. I should have taken one earlier. You've been lacking from my life...way too much the past year.”

A blanket of melancholy settled over his face. You wondered what he was thinking. Was he, perhaps, thinking the same as you – that so many years had passed, that so many hidden feelings were harbored and never acted upon, and now the two of you were here.

And maybe about to change that?

Yoongi blinked cryptically, before returning to his vegetables, and your heart performed a series of double somersaults. The bubble Yoongi created for the pair of you was safe, and you never wanted to step outside of it.

Never.

Being in here was easy, here in Yoongi's lofty penthouse, tucked away from the real world with all its scary responsibilities.

Unfortunately, Yoongi decided to poke a hole in the protective layers of said bubble, just a moment later.

“Anyway, so...sorry to bring this up, but...have you given any more thought to return to school...to uni...soon?”

Yoongi's face fell when he saw you turn gloomy following the touchy subject. It had been avoided like the plague the past week, but of course you were aware, even though you just postponed it.

Your mail was overflowing, flooded with reminders of overdue assignments and missed schedules, your phone full of unanswered calls from the guidance counselor.

You didn’t avoid it by choice, but it had just...happened.

“I have,” you answered, gaze lowered. “Well...no I haven't...but, I know. I know I need to take care of it. I'll get kicked out soon unless I do, but...it just feels so overwhelming.”

Your tone was brittle as you hung your head in shame. The truth was you had made attempts to deal with it daily, but it was hard.

“Hey. Look at me,” Yoongi requested when he noticed your dejection. “It'll be okay. You can do it, just need to start small. But you should go see your school counselor you know, explain the situation, and uh…”

He paused a moment, sounding uncharacteristically hesitant. You weren't sure you liked where this was going. You grabbed the glass of wine, chugging the rest of it in one go.

“...I think you should consider seeing a therapist. To talk about this, the struggles you're facing with your mental health and...everything.”

Yoongi's hand had sneakily crept into yours, and he sighed when you instantly ripped it away and pushed your chair back.

“I'm not crazy, okay, I don't need –”

“Y/N.” Yoongi's voice had a sharpness to it now, and it silenced you before you even had a chance to expand on that note. He continued, cautiously, with a hand brushing loose strands of hair out of your eyes as he moved closer.

“No one said that, pumpkin. It doesn't mean that. It doesn't mean you're crazy. But you might be...depressed. And there's help for you, ways to deal with it.”

“I'm not depressed,” you claimed, weakly. An uninvited tear clawed its way out, rolling down before you could prevent it. You angrily mopped your cheek dry, and Yoongi settled a hand on your neck, gently running it down your back.

“Y/N...I know it’s daunting. But you need to figure things out with uni, alright. I'll come with you, baby. You'll be okay. Don't worry about it, we'll handle it.”

You stared at the white marble of the kitchen island a moment, gratitude warming your chest because he said we. You managed a wordless nod, and Yoongi gathered you into a sideways-hug.

“Good. I'll give you a refill of wine, just a sec. Oh, and the stew should be ready soon.”

Yoongi was an excellent chef, but even despite this, eating wasn't the easiest for you, because your appetite had disappeared somewhere unknown the past few months. This fact was neither appreciated nor accepted by Yoongi.

“Come on, sweetheart. Need to eat,” he tutted from across the table, and you sighed, peering out the tall window. The sky was a periwinkle blue, a congregation of soft cotton clouds passing by in the distance, and the view was majestic from up here – it was perfect. You wish you could be too.

But Yoongi shushed you when unnecessary apologies started falling off your tongue, and somehow you managed. Half the plate, with the help of patient cajoling and encouraging nods.

Drinking wasn't hard, though, and Yoongi was the epitome of sweet and gentlemanly as he prepared fresh cocktails for you to sip on during the course of the meal. By the time you moved to the couch you had become charmingly flushed, slurring a little on your words as you thanked your host for dinner.

“You seem a little tipsy, baby,” Yoongi observed, chuckling when you almost spilled your mojito down your chin as you attempted to take another sip. “Want to try a bit of whisky?”

“Oh, hell no. That shit is nasty.”

“It's an acquired taste. You're just too much of a kid still.”

You glanced at him, feeling your body gradually heating up to blazing temperatures. The comfortable buzz traveling through you thanks to the alcohol definitely didn’t help slow it down. Yoongi's lips looked so pink, so soft, his fingers so elegant and inviting when he raised the whiskey glass to his mouth.

You wanted those fingers to wrap around you.

Impulse overtook you, a coil of tightly packaged desire that spurred you into closing the distance between the two of you. The bitter taste of whiskey mingled with sour lime in your mouth as you pressed your lips against Yoongi's, and the kiss was sloppy, but tender. You half-expected him to jerk away, but he didn't – instead he wrapped arms around your waist, pulling you against himself with a possessiveness that made your downstairs regions scream at you to move this forward asap.

It had been ages since you’d been intimate with anyone. Ages. And this was your dream. Your longtime crush, your Yoongi.

Yoongi's hands were all over you, his fingers threading through your hair, his tongue finding its way into your mouth – but when your brain finally caught up, you ripped yourself away, catching your breath as Yoongi's inky eyes blinked at you in surprise.

“What's up?”

“I'm...shit, I'm sorry, Yoongi...I shouldn't have thrown myself at you like that, like what the hell...I don't know what I was thinking...”

You turned away from him, lowering your head into your hands. Once again you’d just assumed that he was game for whatever it was you wanted...and one kiss meant nothing. After all, Yoongi had acted totally blasé since then, like it never even happened.

A hand settled on your shoulder, tugging in a request for you to turn around.

“Yeah you should, dummy. Why apologize, huh? I want to kiss you.”

“Then why haven't you yet?” You straightened up, glaring at him. You knew you probably sounded accusatory and like a brat and you might regret this, but you couldn't help it.

“Why haven't you, since...last week? I mean...I thought you shared the same feelings as me but then you just didn't make a move and I figured –”

“I didn't want to rush you,” Yoongi bit you off, his eyes radiating sincerity mixed with regret. “I wanted it to be your call, and not just...eh, screw it. That was a mistake. I care about you so much, Y/N. I want to do everything right.”

His lips moved impossibly close again. The backdrop turned into smudged colors and vague contours as his warm breath pumped you full of life again, woke your body from its slumber, made you limbs tingly with need. And you could do little to stop it.

The room around swam around you when you parted from him, roughly pushing him onto his back and settling on top of him, your movements jerky and hasty. You eagerly kissed him, arching your back and grinding against his crotch and smirking when you noticed the blatant hard-on forming inside his jeans.

“Wait, hold up, hun...wait a second.”

Yoongi had a firm palm on your chest suddenly, acting as a roadblock, and you couldn’t help but feel wounded as you came to a surprised halt.

“What's wrong? Don’t you want me?”

Yoongi shook his head, violently, his hand moving up to cradle your heated cheek. “God, Y/N. I want you. I want you okay, I want nothing more. But...you're drunk, and I'm not. I don't want to take advantage of you, I need you sober. Okay?”

“You're not taking advantage of me,” you stated grumpily, and Yoongi pushed himself onto his elbows, tilting his head sympathetically. He scrambled into sitting again, but you shied away, still reeling from the rejection when he attempted to haul you in.

“Y/N...baby...don't get any funny ideas. I want you. Your mind, your body. But you've been cooped up at home a long time, okay, alone...and this is still new. We have to go slow, i don’t want to hurt you.”

You grumbled something inaudible in response, refusing to look at him. He moved the curtain of hair away from your eyes, his voice honest and pleading when he spoke.

“Please, hun...don’t take it the wrong way. You’re beautiful, I mean you noticed what effect you had on me, but...I just want to treat you well, and I need you to be onboard and completely clear-headed...because you mean the world to me. Okay, pumpkin?”

“Fine...okay, fine” You relented with a huff, but it transformed into giggling when Yoongi dragged you into his arms, peppering your cheeks with kisses.

“Good. Want to watch a movie? What do you fancy?”

You cruelly picked out a horror flick even though you knew your couch company hated them with a passion, and Yoongi agreed with a sigh, stating “anything for you, hun.” He threw a blanket around you, wrapping it around you snugly and collecting you into his arms as the opening credits rolled on the TV screen.

Silence followed as the lame plotline took off, but you weren't focusing on it. You were trying your hardest to still your beating heart, rays of warmth shooting through you when Yoongi drew you closer in, breathing hot air into your hair as he burrowed his nose into it.

It took a while for you to muster the courage to phrase the question lingering on your tongue, but you finally managed it.

“So...do you want to...”

“Be your boyfriend?”

You were stunned. You actually had planned on asking if he wanted to go for a proper date, but this was much better. Yoongi gripped your chin, turning you towards himself with an affectionate smile.

“Yeah, I do. I’ve wanted to be your boyfriend for quite some time,” he mumbled, before leaning in for a kiss that made you drunk. Drunker than all the alcohol you'd had during the course of the entire evening.

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trensu · 4 years

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Episode 21: The One where the Siblings Know Things

So you know how when you grow up with siblings, they get to know you in really annoying and inconvenient ways? Like, they can just look at you and Know Something is Up when really you want them to mind their own business

Apparently this is a thing even for cultivators in Ancient Fantasy China

It’s pretty great!!!

(for us, not for the siblings in the show)

(they probably just want their siblings to shut up about it already)

BUT WE’RE GONNA TALK ABOUT IT INSTEAD LOL

The yunmeng sibs are reunited it’s all teary and happy and kind of hurt-y

Jyl: we’re all together again. Together forever, the three of us!!

*HYSTERICAL SOBBING*

IT’S A LIIIIIEEE

And NHS interrupts bc ofc he does and he gives us a little hint of wangxian

He reaches out to pat wwx’s shoulder in welcome, but wwx pulls back from it so hard there’s an awkward silence for a minute there

But wwx and nhs are bros so nhs just rolls with it

Nhs: oh, we were all so worried, everyone’s been looking everywhere for you especially jc and LWJ~!

And here jc drags him out bc god forbid anybody mention him having feelings to anybody yeesh

Wwx ends up alone in the room after that and suddenly ~THEIR SONG~ starts playing at a very slow, melancholic tempo

Wwx grabs his flute and gets lost in his head for a bit

And as he’s lost in thought, lwj walks by and sees him sitting all alone in that room

AND HE JUST STANDS THERE

observing him for a bit

lwj why are you just standing there??

LWJ DO SOMETHING

And we get the return of the Bichen Death Grip

You know the one

He does it every time he’s experiencing Emotions over Wei Ying.

STOP DOING THE DEATH GRIP OF GAY YEARNING AND GO TALK TO YOUR SOULMATE ALREADY GOD DAMN IT

(spoiler alert: he doesn’t)

(nobody in this show ever listens to me, what the heck)

Then we cut to the evil wen lair

Boring Plot Stuff happens.

Now we’re back at Qinghe and everyone’s at a dinner party!

NMJ is doing a whole toast to like, honor wwx’s return or smth

And wwx doesn’t even notice bc JK NOT EVERYBODY IS THERE

GUESS WHO’S MISSING

LWJ. LWJ IS THE ONE NOT AT THE PARTY

Yeah, so wwx is getting honored by a sect leader and everybody’s faced towards him to like, take a shot in his name

And wwx is totally oblivious

wwx is ignoring the opportunity to take a shot of alcohol

wwx is ignoring ALCOHOL bc he’s too busy STARING AT THE EMPTY TABLE BEHIND HIM

THE EMPTY TABLE THAT SHOULD HAVE LWJ

LITERALLY EVERYONE JUST CHEERED FOR HIM AND HE WAS TOO FOCUSED ON THE LACK OF LWJ TO NOTICE!!!

Eventually jc gets his attention and they finish the toast and we have nmj interrogating wwx about the lack of suibian

This Becomes a Thing

Ppl are like super offended he doesn’t have his sword

We meet Sect Leader Yao here (and we immediately hate him bc he is the most obnoxious person ever) who starts to gossip about this with everyone else

SHUT UP YAO NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU

And jin zixun chimes in

SHUT UP JIN ZIXUN NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOU EITHER

GOD THEY’RE BOTH THE WORST

Anyway, the only reason any of this is mentioned is bc ppl are already turning against wwx and it causes a Moral Quandary later on for lwj

Moving on bc we don’t want to spend more time on those jerks than absolutely necessary…

We cut to lwj!! He’s alone in his designated room playing the guqin

He’s so focused on playing it well

His concentrated expression is pretty~

I think he’s playing the song of clarity or whatever it’s called (idk, it’s some kind of Magic Music)

Which would explain why he’s so intent on playing it right

BC HE WANTS TO PLAY IT FOR WWX SO WWX CAN GET BETTER

We cut back to the dinner party where everyone’s still gossiping like high school kids, ugh, but we’re tolerating it because jyl starts to give us some wangxian pie

Jyl: where’s lwj? Haven’t you two been getting along well?

JYL KNOWS WHATS UP

Wwx: is that so? (he says bitterly)

(wwx, this is your own fault. If you hadn’t been so mean to him before, he’d probs be there rn)

Eventually wwx gets fed up with the gossiping, snags a wine jar and leaves (yao is super insulted and it’s great)

Now wwx is wandering alone, drinking wine (he’s kind of a drunkard, if you hadn’t noticed yet) and HE SEES LWJ’S SILHOUETTE

Lwj is still alone in his rooms playing the guqin (~BEAUTIFULLY~)

And wwx pauses briefly to watch him

He starts walking away but stops himself a small distance later and makes himself comfortable leaning against some fence nearby AND STAYS THERE LISTENING TO LWJ PLAY

As he’s listening to lwj play, he flashes back to LWJ telling him that his wicked tricks will hurt him

EVERYBODY IS HURTING RIGHT NOW

LWJ IS ALL ALONE PLAYING HIS GUQIN

WWX IS ALL ALONE DRINKING HIS WINE

AND WE’RE ALL ALONE WATCHING THIS GO DOWN

AND THEY’RE BOTH HURTING BC THEY DON’T KNOW HOW TO TALK ABOUT THINGS

AND WE’RE HURTING BC THEY DON’T KNOW HOW TO TALK ABOUT THINGS

Now JC shows up to demonstrate that thing siblings do where they pick up on each other’s moods and get obnoxious about it

Jc: why do you look so gloomy? Is it bc of lwj?

JC KNOWS WHATS UP

Jc: he’s been avoiding you since we split up

Jc: why did you come here to be disliked by him?

WHY DID YOU COME HERE, HE SAYS, WHY DID YOU COME HERE OUTSIDE HIS ROOMS AND THEN JUST LOITER LIKE SOME CREEPY STALKER

Wwx: maybe i’m just bored

(his smile here is NOT his sunshine smile, it’s a very SAD smile. it gave me Depression™ )

Other stuff happens that are plotty and unimportant

There’s a scary bit where jyl get attacked by wwx’s flute but she handles it with grace bc she’s awesome

She’s like, ah, so i guess it recognizes you as its owner, you better name it then

And now wwx’s demon flute has a name. Chenqing

After that, wwx is looking at chenqing thoughtfully as ~THEIR SONG~ starts playing

And we cut to LWJ who grabs bichen and also starts looking thoughtfully at it

LWJ THEN STARTS A FLASHBACK TO WHEN THEY WERE IN SCHOOL TOGETHER AND WWX TALKED ABOUT HARNESSING RESENTFUL ENERGY

LWJ LOOKS SO UNHAPPY HERE

We cut to the evil wen lair for some bizarre reason bc obvs we’re not here for evil wens, we’re here for wangxiantics

After THAT nonsense is done, we cut back to wwx and get to see him fail at meditation. After this he disappears for a bit.

We know this bc there’s a strategy meeting and jin zixun throws a hissy fit bc wwx isn’t there

Lwj is there and is stoically silent throughout it.

Nothing else of importance happens here

We find out wwx is out and about and sort of loses control of the resentful energy when he sees defenseless wens (the good ones!) getting bullied and whipped

It’s scary

Wwx plays his demon flute but doesn’t seem to be doing it by conscious choice

THIS IS BAD NEWS GUYS

IT WILL LEAD TO SAD TIMES FOR OUR BOYS

But for now we cut back to the strategy meeting where nothing happens but we do get some shots of lwj’s face so it’s not TOTAL waste of time

AND THEN WWX MAKES HIS ENTRANCE

DOORS SLAM OPEN WITH A STRONG BURST OF WIND

ROBES BILLOWING AROUND HIM AND HIS HAIR FLOWING MAJESTICALLY

I LOVE MY CHAOTIC BI

LOOK AT HIM

Wwx: yeah, don’t worry about the Plot Device,bros, i got this

Lxc: what are you planning to do?

Wwx: you’ll see in a month~!

After the meeting the lan bros have a scene

We haven’t had lan bro time in a while, and this lan bro time is definitely worth the wait

Lxc: why is wwx so confident he’ll be able to handle the Plot Device?

LXC JUST ASSUMES LWJ WILL KNOW THIS

BC HE KNOWS HOW CLOSE THEY ARE

BC SIBLINGS JUST KNOW THINGS

Lwj: I don’t know

AND IT KILLS HIM THAT WWX WON’T LET HIM CLOSE ENOUGH, WON’T LET HIM IN

Lxc: the deaths at yiling, were they related to the Plot Device?

Lwj: No, lxc. He’s not like that.

HE’S NOT LIKE THAT

DID YOU HEAR HIM?

HE HAS FAITH IN HIS SOULMATE

EVEN AS OTHERS ARE STARTING TO DOUBT HIM

And now our lan bro time gets INTENSE

Lwj: lxc, are there rules already set for everything in the world?

Lxc tells him no, there are no set rules in the world, right and wrong are not always clear

Lwj: if people can’t be judged simply this way, then how do we evaluate a person?

Lxc: what makes us human can’t be judged simply as right or wrong. As we evaluate others, we shall not label them black or white but know their intentions deep inside

SUCH AN INTENSE CONVERSATION

SO VERY IMPORTANT

IT WILL SHAPE BASICALLY EVERYTHING LWJ DOES FROM NOW AND FOREVER

ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO WWX

(who are we kidding, this whole convo was obviously about wwx from start to finish, lxc knows this)

Oh, and now the yunmeng bros show up. They’re walking along the same path as the lan bros and they pause when they see them

More specifically, there’s an awkward pause as lwj and wwx notice each other

AND IT’S SO FUNNY BC JC LOOKS AT WWX AS SOON AS LWJ COMES INTO VIEW

AND LXC LOOKS AT LWJ AS SOON AS LWJ NOTICES WWX

BC JC AND LXC KNOW WHATS UP

THEY BOTH KNOW THEIR BROTHERS ARE HELPLESS FOR ONE ANOTHER

IT’S LIKE THEY’RE WAITING TO SEE WHAT THEIR BROTHERS WILL DO

The awkward pause ends and the two pairs of brothers reach each other and do the formal greeting bow

Once they’re that close to each other, wwx’s attention immediately goes to lwj and lwj’s attention goes to wwx bc ofc it does

BUT THEY SAY NOTHING

NOBODY SAYS ANYTHING TO ANYONE

WHAT THE HECK

COMMUNICATION, EVER HEARD OF IT BROS??

Then wwx drops his gaze and looks away

And then he proceeds to WALK AWAY WITHOUT A WORD????

Lol jc gets kind of flustered here.

He watches wwx walk away and is like ‘?!?!?’

He looks awkwardly at the lan bros, dithers for half a second, and then follows wwx

Now we’re alone with the lan bros again, And lxc is still trying so hard to wingman his bro!! Bc lxc knows whats up

Lxc: lwj, if you’re worried about wwx…

Lwj: not a bit.

And then he walks off! Just walks out on his brother again!!

LWJ I THOUGHT WE WERE PAST THIS ALREADY

THE WHOLE ‘NO OFC I DON’T CARE ABOUT WWX’ AND STORMING OFF

WHAT HAPPENED LWJ

STOP REGRESSING

THAT’S NOT GONNA HELP

Now we’re with the Yunmeng bros

Jc: be honest with me, you and lwj decided to cut ties just like that?

(jc still knows whats up)

Wwx: he’s the one who cut ties, not me!

MAYBE IF YOU HADN’T BEEN SO MEAN TO HIM BEFORE WWX, HE WOULDN’T BE AVOIDING YOU

We cut to lwj who’s walking alone now. Some time must’ve passed but it’s unclear how much tbh

Lwj walks towards a door

wwx’s door to be exact

And he almost knocks on the door

but he chickens out

HE WAS SO CLOSE!! SO!! CLOSE!!!

HIS FIST WAS RAISED AND JUST A COUPLE INCHES FROM THE DOOR

AND HE STOPS HIMSELF???

He just stared at the door and then didn’t knock on it

I’M SO FRUSTRATED WITH YOU LWJ

AND HE JUST TURNS TO WALK AWAY LIKE NOTHING???

Thank god jyl shows up and stops him bc jyl still knows whats up

Jyl: are you here for wwx?

Instead of answering, lwj bows politely at her and turns to walk away AGAIN

(which, rude, don’t leave your future sister-in-law hanging like that)

Jyl: wait, i have a question for you

We cut to wwx who is walking to his room and he overhears lwj and jyl talking about how wicked tricks hurt the mind/body

wwx interrupts and he’s very cold about it

Wwx: lan zhan, what are you telling jyl?

Lwj: wei ying

Wwx: i remember telling you to stay out of our business

GUYS YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW ICY HIS TONE IS HERE

HE’S COMPLETELY FREEZING OUT LWJ, HIS SOULMATE

Lwj’s eyes flicker down for a second bc

THAT

SHIT

HURTED

Then he just turns on his heel and walks away

He walks away quickly

He was fleeing the scene bc it hurt so damn much

Jyl comes to lwj’s defense and tells wwx that lwj was only answering questions she had asked him.

Wwx asks her if lwj mentioned anything about what went down in Yiling, and she tells him that lwj didn’t say anything about that.

We cut to a courtyard or smth and we see wwx chasing down lwj

Wwx: lan zhan, lan zhan!

IT’S SUCH A RELIEF

HE ALMOST SOUNDS NORMAL HERE

And then lwj ruins it by attacking him with bichen

Wwx blocks him with his demon flute (and that works??? for Magic Reasons, i guess??? Pretty sure the flute should’ve been sliced to pieces but whatev)

After a brief scuffle, lwj manages to get bichen at wwx’s throat

Wwx freezes, eyes closed, and waits for the hit to land

Like he really thought lwj would cut his throat open just like that??? WHY DO YOU THINK HE’D EVER HURT YOU?? WHY?? HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

Lwj obviously doesn’t let the hit land

But the tip of his blade stops only a hair’s width away from wwx’s throat

(it’s kinda hot, and i couldn’t even tell you why…)

(actually it’s probably bc of all that exposed neck wwx is showing)

(so open…and vulnerable…)

(…uh, moving along now)

Once wwx realizes he’s not getting beheaded today, he gets all playful. PLAYFUL!! WE HAVEN’T SEEN THIS SINCE BEFORE LOTUS PIER’S FALL!! it’s beautiful, i’ve missed it so much

Wwx: all these months, and you’ve only improved!

Lwj: it’s you who hasn’t improved at all! Where is suibian?”

And for a change of pace, we get to see wwx doing a Death Grip on Chenqing

That’s the end of the episode

SO INTENSE

SO MANY FEELINGS

SO MANY KNOWING SIBLINGS WHO KNOW THINGS ABOUT THEIR BROTHERS AND THEIR GENERAL INEPTITUDE WITH FEELINGS!!

20/10 stars for Siblings manning the Wangxian Ship.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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Time to Waste 12

Good Omens

Link to Chapter 11

Words: 2,070

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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You sat across Beelzebub as they ordered a drink. After the bartender dropped the drink off, Beelzebub decided that it was time to talk.

“I suppose you know what I am waiting for.”

You looked up from your own drink before leaning back in the chair.

“I am assuming that you want an explanation about me disappearing for the past five years.”

Beelzebub didn’t smile. Their attention focused on your face.

“Do you find this amusing? I was worried. Gabriel was extremely worried. A basket case is a better way to put your lover’s behavior.”

You smirked.

“He deserved what he got.”

Beelzebub was slightly surprised by your comment. They had expected you to make some type of comment of loyalty to Gabriel. Now here you were pretty much saying that he deserved to be stuck wondering where his pregnant girlfriend went to.

“I sense all is not well between the two of you. Is the reason that you left? If so what did he do?”

You shrugged.

“He called me a slut after you kissed me. So I guess that I have you to thank for all of this past trouble. Thanks a lot.”

Beelzebub instantly frowned.

“I don’t control that giant oaf that you decided to have a child with! I can’t control his mouth. We both know that it is a black hole where stupid comes from. Why did you take his words so personally?”

You sat your cup down.

“I don't know many women that want to be called a slut by the man that they love.”

Beelzebub nodded.

“Fair enough. From my observations, the two of you seem a little tense. Y/n, I know that you love Gabriel. Anyone who knows anything knows that. You, however, don't ‘have to put with the verbal abuse. If you do take him back, I do think it would be in both of your interests to discuss boundaries. I don’t want to have to hurt him because he hurt you. I think we both know that I could make him cry.”

You nodded. The prince of hell was right on that one! Things were tense! As much as you wanted to rip Gabriel’s suit off and have your way with him. You were fine with the idea of punching him in the face too. You could always ask Beelzebub to punch him?

“Tense is putting it lightly. Ever since I came back, things between us has not been great. We have come so close to fixing things but one of us says something stupid and everything gets shot to hell. I mean literally goes to hell in a handbasket. We are just picking at each other over the stupidest of things.”

Beelzebub wanted to make a snide comment about Gabriel being a giant pompous jerk but decided against it after looking at your face. You looked as depressed as your voice sounded! The prince of hell looked at you and was silent for a moment.

“Do the two of you talk? Share your feelings...that kind of stuff?”

You snorted. What Gabriel and yourself had been doing over the last few weeks wasn’t really “talking.”

“Kind of. Not really.”

Beelzebub looked thoughtful.

“How is he with the child?”

You smiled at that. Despite how poor your relationship with Gabriel was, he seemed to genuinely love his daughter.

“He does well with her actually. There are sometimes I think that he is a little stunned by her. Matilda uses that to her advantage too. If there is something that she wants and Gabriel is clueless about it she can manipulate him so easily. That’s the reason why we keep getting cats. Gabriel can’t tell her no. He just hides them in a closet and tells my father that he’s nuts overhearing random meowing.”

Beelzebub smirked.

“She seems smart...remarkably like you.”

You smiled.

“She is more like her father than you realize. Also, a lot like my own father.”

Beelzebub frowned at that.

“Great, another Crowley!”

That was the last thing that the prince of hell wanted to think about! One Crowley was enough! Beelzebub was relieved when they met you and you weren’t like your father in the slightest. Now here was Crowley’s grandchild who had the same quick wit and sarcasm.

You smiled.

“Matilda is a person all of her own.”

Meanwhile,

Matilda had snuck up the stairs after Gabriel. She poked her head into your bedroom where Gabriel stood to look out the window with a gloomy expression on his face. Matilda sat her cat down before going inside.

“Are you mad because mommy went somewhere with that fly lady?”

Gabriel looked down.

“Not for you to worry about.”

Matilda frowned. She was getting tired of being told this isn’t your concern or you are too little to understand.

“I understand a lot more than you seem to realize, dad.”

Gabriel sighed. The last thing that he really wanted to do was explain to his child why his relationship wasn’t working out with her mother. Being a little kid with that in your brain was sure to mess with you.

“Tilly, I am not in the mood.”

Matilda shrugged.

“It isn’t your fault that you are clueless when it comes to mom.”

Gabriel’s mouth dropped as he tried to consider his words. Now, if was appearing that it was time to argue with the kid.

“I’m not clueless.”

Matilda chuckled.

“If you say so…”

She turned and went back to her cat. Matilda picked the cat up and stroked the hairless cat’s head before turning back to her father.

“Dad, I understand my cat more than you understand mom. King Louis can’t even talk and I can understand him. Mom has practically shrieked at you what she wants and you aren’t getting it.”

Gabriel ran a hand over his face.

“Matilda I am really tired.”

“Well go take a nap!”

Matilda snapped and continued to stroke King Louis’ head. Gabriel, meanwhile, was busy looking at his daughter with a clear expression of unhappiness.

“Matilda, enough. Everything will be just fine between your mother and me. You’re just taking everything too literally.”

Matilda sat her cat down and turned back to her father.

“I take things literally because that is how things are.”

Gabriel was really having enough! Wasn’t four-year-old little girls supposed to be playing with dolls or something? They weren’t supposed to be working out the love lives of their parents.

“Matilda, I don’t have the juice for this…you really need to stop.”

Matilda snapped her fingers and put a cup of apple juice in front of her father.

“There you go.”

Gabriel sighed and stood up.

“Go play with the cat or something...act like a kid.”

Walking downstairs Gabriel muttered something about his life being a train wreck. He was so busy brooding that he didn't see Crowley sitting at the table.

“I would say train wreck is putting things lightly.”

Gabriel looked up with a frown.

“I wasn’t asking you.”

Crowley shrugged.

“You’re talking to yourself is the first sign of going crazy but then again you do get your best advice from yourself so…”

It took all Gabriel had not to blow the demon up. Had it not been for the knowledge that you would never speak to him again if he killed your father he would have.

“Crowley, I have enough problems on my plate without your snide little remarks.”

Crowley smirked.

“Aziraphale is really the one that you would like to speak to when it comes to relations. I would much rather tell you to grow a pair and apologize on your knees to Y/n and just maybe she will take you back ...but you and I both know that you are too cocky of an asshole to do that. Tonight and tonight only, I will turn off my sarcasm and listen to you bitch….and go…”

Gabriel didn’t speak for a moment. Crowley sighed.

“You’re wasting time.”

Gabriel sighed.

“Fine, what is the longest that you and Aziraphale have gone without having sex?”

Crowley raised an eyebrow.

“With each other?”

Gabriel groaned.

“I don’t care if it's with each other or someone else...don’t care.”

Crowley was having too fun with his light torture of the archangel but decided to tone it down since this did pertain to his daughter.

“We have stupid fights but we make up quickly. It definitely didn’t involve any unplanned kids coming along and one of us running away to Hull. That was what...five years that Y/n was away. I think that it's safe to say that you have me beat. Anyhow, I know my daughter. She loves you whether or not she wants to admit it or not. I also know that it's a bit hard for the two of you to fix things with Matilda on your heels. Here’s my advice, wake Y/n up around 4 am when the kid is asleep and make things right.”

Gabriel held his hands up.

“Y/n doesn’t go to bed until like one or two. Are you seriously suggesting that I go to her and ask her to wake up for that? Come on.”

It was Crowley’s turn to be defensive,

“What do you want me to say? You need to be spontaneous. It will help impress her. I get that the two of you are sarcastic. Well, she’s sarcastic and you are clueless. Is it really that bad, Gabriel?”

Gabriel was silent for a few moments.

“Let put it this way. We are having problems in the bedroom department and I am discussing it with you! There is also the fact that my four-year-old is picking up on this too and offering relationship advice!”

Crowley smirked.

“Matilda is very smart. Maybe you should listen to the two of us. You were so jealous when she walked out of the room with Beelzebub today. If you weren’t serious about Y/n, I don’t think that you would have gotten that angry. Now, go be a fucking man and do something about fixing this. You two are making me sick.”

Meanwhile,

Your mind had been in a haze of thoughts of both Gabriel and Beelzebub the whole way home. At least, you were able to determine that your feeling for Beelzebub was clearly platonic. You needed to talk to Gabriel. Both of you needed to turn off the sarcasm and overly active tempers and talk.

Matilda jumping out of the shadows and yelling, “MOM YOU’RE HOME!” broke you from your thoughts. You looked down at your daughter with an amused smile and half yelled “yes and so are you” back.

Gabriel and Crowley stepped out of the kitchen after hearing all of the yelling. Matilda, meanwhile, smiled coyly. Her plan to get the two of you in the same room worked splendidly.

Crowley looked between the two of you and faked a gag. He reached down at picked Matilda up.

“Come on princess, neither of us really want to sit and watch this.”

You waited until the two were out of earshot before turning to face Gabriel. His eyes were watching every move that you made without saying a word.

“I think we really need to sit down at talk.”

Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest.

“I wanted to talk before you took with Beelzebub. Let me guess, the two of you are together now.”

You sighed. Gabriel was jealous. You had the feeling that he was going to get all self-righteous and “archangel-like.”

“You can guess again. Like I have told you before, Beelzebub and I are just friends. I don’t know why you can’t grasp that being the all-knowing being that you are!”

Gabriel held his hands up before reaching out and tentatively took your hand in his.

“Please, I just want us to sit down at talk before Matilda gets away from your father. Can’t you give me like five minutes without one of us losing our tempers?”

You wanted to yank your hand away but you didn’t.

“Fine, we need to get out of here for a bit…”

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dewitty1 · 5 years

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Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy/Other(s), Harry Potter/Other(s) Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: Angst, Alcohol, Excessive Drinking, Drunk Sex, Friendship, Romance, Drama & Romance, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Bottom Harry, Bottom Harry Potter, Top Draco Malfoy, Hung Draco Malfoy, Pining, Pining Harry, charity work, Promiscuity, Infidelity, (sort of), Harry and Pansy are friends, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dubious Consent, Spanking, Choking, Depression, Depressed Harry, Self-Esteem Issues, Addiction, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Rimming, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Bottom!Harry, top!draco, Podfic Welcome Summary:

Harry runs away from responsibilities as if they’re Voldemort reincarnated. He’s decided he wants to be free, and the best way to feel that way is to stay alone. That is, until he crashes into Draco Malfoy. After that Harry learns there is freedom in commitment, relief in responsibility and that happiness can only be found if you allow other people to rely on you. He doesn’t once consider the risks.

This is a story about loving someone so much you lose yourself entirely, but also about being loved so much you almost forget about being lost.

Excerpt:

Needing a moment, Harry excused himself. By blaming feeling cold and wanting a drink he managed to get inside while the others remained to watch the sky light up. It wasn't until Harry nearly sat right on top of the other man that he realized he wasn't the only single one at the party, not anymore. There, on the sofa Harry had been about to throw himself down on, was Malfoy, looking particularly gloomy.

"Did you actually join the couples outside?" Malfoy asked, swirling the ice cubes in his drink.

"Yeah," said Harry with a sigh "won't be doing that again." In fact, Harry had pretty much decided to reinstate his tradition of celebrating new year’s alone, or with only Ron and Hermione the years they pitied him enough to skip out on a party.

“Horrendous holiday, new year’s” Malfoy said, “especially for those of us who are single. At least for Valentines it’s socially acceptable to not celebrate if you’re not paired up”

“Valentines is great for hooking up too” Harry said, smirking at Malfoy. He’d been doing this for years now. Throwing out remarks about casual sex, half-hoping Malfoy would take him up on the silent suggestion. It had worked on quite a few people, but Harry only ever managed to make Malfoy look awkward or resigned.

“Maybe I should take a page out of your book this year” Malfoy said, shooting a mischievous look at him, which for some reason caused Harry’s stomach to flip. He was sure he hadn’t seen that look since their Hogwarts days, and decided that Malfoy had to be very drunk indeed. He had never been one to back down from a challenge though.

“There is no need to take a page from my book when you can simply take me,” Harry said, and immediately regretted it. Who even says things like that, he thought, hiding his red face in his hands. Harry decided that he too was, in fact, very drunk.

“Maybe I will,” said Malfoy, “I’ve heard the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” Malfoy was blushing too, thank Merlin. Harry didn’t think he could do this whole jokey flirting thing unless Malfoy was embarrassed too.

“You’re out of luck with me then, I much prefer to be the one underneath,” Harry said. He immediately reached out for the nearest bottle of alcohol and took a swig, relieved when he discovered it was tequila. It wasn’t that he’d never flirted with Malfoy before, he tended to do that a lot actually. It was more that Malfoy had only ever flirted back three times, and it had always been a subtle thing. There was nothing subtle about what they were doing now. This was flirting, hell it was more. And they were both so horribly bad at it.

“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all year” Malfoy said, and Harry couldn’t stop himself. He snorted, just barely managing not to get tequila up his nose. That seemed to break some mental wall, because seconds later Harry was laughing. Harry at least, was determined he was laughing, because he was definitely not having a giggle-fit.

“Something funny?” Malfoy said, crossing his arms.

“It’s just that we’re so fucking terrible at flirting,” Harry said, still laughing. Malfoy frowned, but it wasn’t long before Harry suspected he was trying not to laugh himself.

“Shut up Potter,” he said, looking ridiculous as he tried to frown and hold back a laugh at the same time. Well, Harry thought, there was only one response to that.

“Make me” he said, deciding that horrible flirting didn’t matter as long as Malfoy actually did make him.

Of course, after Harry told Malfoy to make him shut up there wasn’t really a need to anymore. A tense silence had fallen, where neither of them could quite manage to look the other in the eyes. The air crackled around them, and Harry’s mouth went dry with want as he took in Malfoy’s pale elegant neck, creamy white collarbones, and the barest outline of stiff nipples under his sheer blue shirt. Harry was aching to kiss Malfoy, because then Harry could take him home and get his hands on all that milky skin. But it had to be Malfoy who made the first move. Harry had to know the other man really wanted it. The silence was becoming too intense though, and Harry needed Malfoy to move now.

“Scared?” Harry asked with a smirk, hoping he could spur Malfoy into action.

“Never,” Malfoy said, swallowing, and looking directly at Harry. His cool grey eyes narrowed, and suddenly Harry couldn’t tear his gaze away.

Malfoy grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in. They studied each other’s faces up close, breathing hard, and Harry got the feeling Malfoy was looking for something. He must have found it, because seconds later he pulled Harry all the way in and pressed their mouths together. The kiss was hard and determined, and fantastic.

Fucking finally, thought Harry, and kissed Malfoy back with all he had. He tasted of firewhiskey and cinnamon and Harry couldn’t get enough. Malfoy released his shoulders, using both hands to grab Harry’s hair and pull him in even closer. Harry had to steady himself with both hands on the sofa, meaning Malfoy had complete control of the kiss. All Harry could do was take it, it was perfect. Harry was just starting to consider moving onto Malfoys lap when he heard the door open, followed by voices.

They both pulled away at the noise, but Malfoy’s swollen lips and hungry eyes made Harry want to lean back in. To hell with their friends. It looked like Malfoy was having the same internal struggle as Harry, because he still hadn’t let go of Harry’s hair.

“Floo?” he suggested, and Harry grinned.

“Yes, quick before they all come in here,” Harry said. He didn’t mind much if their friends saw what they were up to, but he was scared they’d somehow kill the mood or make Malfoy too embarrassed to leave.

Malfoy let go of Harry’s hair, and jumped up with surprising speed. Harry thought Malfoy was a particularly good drunk, because he didn’t even wobble a little. Harry wobbled a lot when he tried to stand, but when Malfoy grabbed him Harry was glad he was a clumsy drunk, the warm hands felt good on his hips. They ducked into the kitchen just as Harry heard Hermione calling his name.

“Mine?” Harry asked, as he grabbed the floo powder. They were running out of time now, Hermione would probably check the kitchen first when she didn’t see him in the living room.

“Yours,” Malfoy confirmed, grabbing some floo powder for himself.

Harry had a brief moment to, once again, regret his floo address, before he tossed the powder into the fireplace. “Harry Potter’s super-secret floo address,” he said, making sure Malfoy heard it so he could follow.

After the spinning and banging of elbows was over Harry stumbled out of the floo, only managing not to fall because of the chair he’d strategically placed after one too many bruises. He immediately turned to his fireplace, suddenly scared Malfoy wouldn’t follow him through. It only took a few seconds before the flames turned green though, and Harry sighed in relief. He wanted this. He wanted it a lot.

“Super-secret floo address?” Malfoy said, arching one blond eyebrow. Harry was about to start the ridiculous explanation when he decided he really didn’t want to.

“Never mind that” he said instead, letting go of the chair and grabbing hold of Malfoy.

It was different, kissing Malfoy standing up. Harry was shorter, so he had to tilt his head up. It was also totally and completely necessary for Harry to stand very close, of course. Harry put both hands around Malfoys neck, pulling the other man even closer. Malfoy’s hands were on Harry’s waist, but they were moving, Harry hoped, slowly towards his arse. Malfoys hands felt so warm through Harry’s shirt, and now Harry longed to feel them on his bare skin.

Suddenly the hands disappeared completely, and Harry was about to complain when they reappeared firmly, grabbing Harry’s arse and pulling their bodies even closer. Harry groaned, both at the incredible feeling of Malfoys hands on his arse, and at how his groin was now rubbing against Malfoys. He wasn’t surprised to realize they were both hard.

“Bedroom,” he managed after breaking the kiss. He looked at Malfoy, hoping with all he had the man would come with him. Malfoy was still breathing hard after the kiss, and it took most of Harry’s self-control to wait for an answer instead of leaning back in.

“Fuck yes,” Malfoy said, releasing Harry.

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prevdustinhendrsn · 5 years

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mint chocolate chip (third wheel)

dustin henderson & steve harrington 3.2k - read on ao3

inspired by/bridging the gap between some of the steve/dustin/robin scenes in the s3 trailer!

“Who’s that kid you’re always hanging out with?”

Steve looks up from handing off a strawberry cone to the last in a group of middle school girls. Robin, his coworker, nods to one of the tables near the ice cream shop’s front corner and Steve follows her gaze to see Dustin sitting there slumped over a book, a pile of napkins providing evidence of his already-eaten ice cream.

“Oh, that’s Dustin. We’re, um, friends.” Steve wipes his hands off on a rag and leans against the counter. “You should know that by now. He’s in here all the time.”

“I know he’s in here all the time,” Robin says, sliding the cash register drawer shut with a satisfying click. “I’ve given him like a million ice cream cones. But why do you hang out with him? Doesn’t he have friends his age?”

Steve throws her a look. “Of course he has friends. I know them too.”

Robin narrows her eyes. “Steve, he’s in here four times a week. It’s Friday night and he’s reading. That’s not how the typical teenager with friends spends their summer break. How do you even know him?”

You wouldn’t believe me. “I just…do. His best friend is my ex-girlfriend’s little brother and one of his other best friends is my ex-girlfriend’s current boyfriend’s little brother and –“

Robin shakes her head, holding her hands up in surrender. “Whoa, okay, stop talking. You can just say you’re their babysitter, I don’t really care.”

“I’m not their babysitter!” Steve says exasperatedly. “They’re almost freshmen. I just know them, and sometimes I give them rides.” He hesitates. “We’ve been through some weird shit together, and…it stuck. Dustin’s actually a really cool kid, and his friends love him. You just gotta get to know him.”

Robin raises her eyebrows. “Well, right now he looks like a really cool, really sad kid. And he keeps glancing over here at you. Maybe you should talk to him or something.”

Steve looks over at Dustin. He definitely doesn’t have the attitude of a teenager excited for summer activities with his best friends; he’s reading a textbook, for Christ’s sake. Alone. Not that it’s unusual for him to be reading, but his interest looks halfhearted. He and all his crazy nerd friends used to come here all the time back in the spring when the mall first opened and Steve started working here, but ever since school let out and he got home from camp, he’s mostly been alone. What happened?

“Yeah, I guess I will.” He makes sure there’s nobody in line for more ice cream and then drops his (absurdly stupid) hat on the counter. “You good to start closing up?” he asks Robin.

“I think I can handle it,” she says dryly. “If an apocalypse happens, I’ll let you know.”

Steve rolls his eyes – it’s more likely than you’d think – and steps out from behind the counter, weaving his way through the empty tables until he comes to Dustin’s, set in the front corner overlooking the rest of the mall. His blue patch-covered backpack is slung over the back of the chair, and a plastic soda cup with condensation dripping down the sides sits next to a handful of mint chocolate chip-stained napkins.

“Hey, man,” Steve says, sliding into the empty chair on the other side of the table. Dustin looks up from his book, making no attempt to hide the glumness on his face. His eyes are flat and tired, his expression worn.

“Hey,” he says dully. Yikes. Steve only gets this kind of reaction from him whenever they’re out of mint chocolate chip, and they definitely aren’t today.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Are you blind? I’m reading.” He props his cheek up on his palm and goes back to staring at the book, but Steve can tell he isn’t absorbing a word of it. Maybe he never really even was. Steve leans forward and lifts the edge of the book cover with his finger to check out the title. Algae and Lichens of Antarctica: An Extensive Look. Geez.

“Hey.” He flicks Dustin’s forehead for emphasis and Dustin looks up at him tiredly. “What’s going on, dude?”

He shrugs, and even that looks like a struggle. “Nothing.”

Steve surveys him, wondering what on earth could have got this walking bundle of kinetic energy so down. “I’ll buy you another ice cream if you tell me what’s wrong.”

Never one to turn down free ice cream, Dustin lets out a heavy sigh, folding his arms on top of his open book and dropping his chin on them. “I had a fight with Mike,” he admits.

Steve makes a quiet ahh and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Damn. What happened?” He knows how much Dustin hates conflicting with his friends; he has too big of a heart to handle that.

Dustin slumps even further over his book. “He thinks we’re all grown up now or something, like we’re not allowed to have fun anymore or do anything we used to or some stupid shit like that. He said we’re not kids anymore and it was dumb of me to think we’d just play games in his basement for the rest of our lives, but I already knew that! I just wanted to make this summer as fun as possible because Will’s – he’s –“ Dustin swallows, averting Steve’s gaze, “you know. Moving. And so I thought we could do more of the fun stuff we used to, but Mike thinks it’s all immature and boring all of a sudden.” He looks back up at Steve indignantly. “We’re not even in high school yet!”

Steve makes a sympathetic face. “That’s harsh. I mean, you guys have been through some serious shit. Like, way serious. Shit that no kid should ever go through, but I think that’s just another reason to stay as young as you can for as long as you can, y’know?” He considers, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. “You think it’s because of superkid?” He goes with his usual nickname for El and Dustin usually laughs at it, but all he can wrangle this time is a small smile when Dustin looks up, and it disappears as quickly as it came. A small victory, at least.

He shakes his head. “They’re not like that. Duh, he’s head over heels for her, obviously, but he wouldn’t say stuff like that just because he’s got a girlfriend. He’s not that bigheaded.” Steve snorts, and Dustin goes on, his expression still miserable and gloomy. “It’s just a mood or something. He’s really, really upset that Will’s leaving. But it still sucks ass that he’s taking it out on us.”

“Makes sense. Do the others agree with him, on the whole growing up thing?”

A noncommittal shrug, which practically screams yes.

Steve sighs, and at this point he thinks he should probably stop prying before Dustin feels any worse. He shifts in his seat, glancing over at the ice cream counter. Robin is still back there, going in and out of the supply closet as she cleans things up. He looks back to Dustin, ready to end this conversation and get him to do something fun. “So where are they at right now?”

“Will’s packing boxes, and Max and Lucas have been gone together all day,” Dustin says, and even though Steve can tell he’s trying to cover it up, he’s bitter as hell. “Mike and El are probably practicing their wedding vows…”

He trails off as familiar laughter reaches their ears. The aforementioned Max and Lucas come around the corner, hand-in-hand, and Steve can’t believe how bad their timing is. They actually couldn’t make it any worse if they had tried. They catch sight of him and Dustin at the ice cream shop table and walk over, both of them grinning wide.

“Hey guys!” Max says brightly, a purple shopping bag swinging in her free hand.

“What’s up?” Steve says to cover for Dustin, who’s currently staring at them with a blank expression.

“The mall’s closing so we’re going to the carnival,” Lucas informs them. “Will and Mike and El are all off doing other stuff, so it’s just us. You wanna come, Dustin?”

Dustin shakes his head. “No, thanks,” he says stiffly. “Maybe tomorrow night.”

“Suit yourself,” Max says, oblivious. “See you later!”

She turns around and Lucas lingers for just a second longer, his high spirits faltering at Dustin’s rejection, but then he’s pulled away by Max’s hand and they head off, their eager voices bouncing off the walls of the mall.

“God, that sucks,” Steve notes. “They didn’t even invite me.” Dustin doesn’t answer, and Steve watches his eyes follow the pair of them until they’re out of sight.

Oh. So that’s what’s going on.

“You still like her, huh?”

He fully expects Dustin to deny the charge, but when Dustin tears his gaze away from them, there’s sad defeat in his otherwise irritated eyes. “Maybe,” he concedes. “But it’s not just that.”

Steve raises his eyebrows in a then what is? gesture.

“I’m just tired of being their third wheel,” Dustin sighs, flipping the cover of his book shut. “I know they’re not trying to leave me out but it feels that way ever since they started dating. And it’s the same with Mike and El. It fucking sucks. It’s like I’m losing them all. I’m even losing you!”

“What? No you’re not!”

Dustin makes an oh, really? face. “Look at you, Steve! You’re all buddy-buddy with Robin now. I’ve watched you, you’re like best friends. You guys aren’t going to want to bother with a kid like me.”

“Okay, first off, you’re not losing me. I’m going to hang out with you no matter who else I’m friends with, because you’re cool as hell and anyone who thinks otherwise can go pound sand. Secondly,” he continues pointedly, to let Dustin know he’s offended that he’d ever consider Steve being so shallow (except, wasn’t he, at one point in his life?), “Everyone’s always a little obsessed with their first girlfriend. They’re your best friends though, dude. You guys have been side-by-side through a shit ton of crap. It’ll get better, you know it will.” Dustin shrugs, and Steve decides that’s his cue to move on. He takes a deep breath, sitting up and slapping his palms on the table with finality. “Alright. This is depressing and it’s making you feel like shit so we’re done talking about it. Robin and I are closing up, so in a minute do you wanna go do…”

He trails off as Dustin perks up all of a sudden and looks at him curiously, and though he immediately knows some weird-ass personal question is coming, he’ll answer it if it means getting Dustin out of his funk. The kid does this all the time, and a hundred percent of the questions he asks aren’t anywhere near the ballpark of what they had previously been talking about. He’s just nosy.

“What?”

“Do you still love Nancy?”

His heart stutters. “Seriously?”

A grin spreads across Dustin’s face. “Seriously! I told you about Max, so you have to tell me about Nancy.”

Steve groans. Dustin has definitely come out of his pity party now, in the jarring blink-of-an-eye way that kids do, but not exactly the way Steve wanted. “She’s dating Jonathan, so what does it matter?”

“Come on. I just wanna know.”

Does he still love Nancy? There was a time, after they fought and she and Jonathan…well. He thought he’d never get over her; he loved her so much, so helplessly and endlessly, but he knew there was always going to be a distance between them, however small it was. Towards the end, or maybe it was all along, he could tell she needed someone else, but the thought of her not being his anymore hurt. But there was nothing he could do about it and time went by, and it was something about the smile on her face when she was around Jonathan that made letting go a little easier. It was how they snapped together in a way that she and Steve once did, and then didn’t, and it wasn’t long before he was faced with the painful reality that she was happier now, so much happier. The two of them were a thing of the past, and…that was that.

Not that he doesn’t still miss her from time to time. Not that he doesn’t still feel an old ache of longing for the familiar whenever she smiles at him across the street. But things are different now, and he thinks they're different for the better.

He shakes his head. “Nah. That was ages ago, man. I’m over her.”

“But what about –“

“Nope, we’re done talking about this.” Steve gets to his feet and looks over to see all the shop’s lights off and Robin heading towards them, her hands full. “Pack up your shit, loser. We’re getting out of here.”

Dustin rolls his eyes but his smile stays, and Steve feels a warm sense of accomplishment. There’s an extremely gratifying feeling that comes from being trusted and befriended by this kid, especially when he’s so independent and headstrong. Dustin feels safe around him and he’s not entirely sure if he’ll ever get used to that.

“Alright, gremlins,” Robin says as she approaches them. “Everything’s all closed up and I’ve got a mint chocolate chip for Mister Curly over here –“ she hands Dustin a double-scoop waffle cone with a napkin wrapped around it, “- a rootbeer float for Captain Short-Shorts –“ Steve gratefully accepts the chilly plastic cup she gives him, “- and a strawberry cone for myself because I deserve it. Oh, here, Steve,” she adds, tossing him his horrendous Scoops Ahoy hat with an evil grin. “You left this.”

“Damn. I was hoping someone would steal it and then I’d never have to wear it again.”

“Hey, Dustin, what’s that?” Robin asks, nodding to the heavy book that Dustin’s shoving in his backpack while also trying to keep hold of his ice cream.

Dustin looks up at her excitedly, eager to talk about it. “It’s all about the algae and lichen and mosses in Antarctica, and right now I’m on the blue-green algae section. Did you know that there’s a whole section of south Antarctica where some penguins live and all the ice is completely covered in algae? So it’s like all green and weird-looking.”

“Seriously? That’s awesome. Bet it looks pretty cool up close.” She starts loosening her tie with one hand, occasionally licking her ice cream held in the other. “I’d love to go to Antarctica one day. You gonna be a marine biologist or something?”

Steve isn’t quite sure how many times Robin and Dustin have interacted outside of the standard “Ahoy!” “Two scoops of mint chocolate chip, please,” speech, but right now Dustin is looking at her like she’s the first person ever to speak his language. Steve braces for an awkward Nancy-esque crush, the fleeting kind that all kids get on older teenagers, but as he watches them talk, there’s nothing there. It’s just friendship, and he withholds his sigh of relief. The kid really is growing up.

“Are you guys done? I’m already graduated, so legally I should never have to hear another word of science ever again,” he says, sipping at his rootbeer float.

“Yeah yeah yeah, hold this.” Dustin passes his ice cream to Steve. As he finishes shoving all his stuff into his backpack, Steve leans into Robin, who’s nonchalantly working on her ice cream.

“He likes you,” Steve whispers into her ear. She grins.

“All I did was humor him,” she whispers back. “Kids like to talk.”

“Well, still.” He pauses, glancing at the cone in his hand. “How’d you know I bribed him with ice cream?”

Robin frowns at him. “I didn’t. I just thought he might want it, since he was feeling so bad. What kind of kid doesn’t get cheered up by ice cream?”

Steve stares at her, and she looks back at him questioningly, and…he’s not exactly sure what he’s feeling in that moment.

Like Dustin said, she’s one of his two friends. They bonded pretty quickly over Scoops Ahoy’s shitty uniforms and subpar ice cream and since neither of them have any other friends, they hang out at the pool and do whatever else they feel like when they’re bored and off work. It’s almost funny when he thinks about it – the Steve from three years ago would’ve been appalled at current Steve’s friend choice (and count, for that matter). Robin is completely different from someone he would have chosen all that time ago, but now he can’t even imagine hanging out with someone from back then. She’s nothing like Nancy – she’s open and carefree and funny and a few months older than him and just different. It’s not that she’s taken Nancy’s place – nobody could. But she carved out a new spot for herself, and he likes it.

He’s never regarded her in a romantic way and as far as he knows, she’s never looked at him like that either. It’s so easy to be around her without that kind of tension between them.

Except right now, his stomach is doing a weird swooping thing, and it’s throwing him off because it hasn’t really happened before.

“So what are we doing?” Dustin says brightly, interrupting Steve’s thought process. He blinks, realizing Robin looked away some time ago. He hands Dustin back his ice cream, shaking himself out of it.

“Hm.” He looks around the empty mall. Most of the lights have been turned off, everyone gone home. “I've always kind of wanted to slide down that spot between the escalators.”

Dustin’s eyes light up, and Robin says, “Aw, hell yes. Can I come?”

“Can you handle being our third wheel?” Steve counters when he sees Dustin’s shoulders tense, knowing it’ll make him relax a little.

Robin rolls her eyes. “Please. Being a third wheel is my favorite thing.”

Dustin’s hesitation about her joining them fades away just like that and he makes a face. “Seriously? Do you even know what that means?”

“Yep. That’s what I went as for Halloween in sophomore year.”

Steve chokes on his mouthful of rootbeer and vanilla ice cream, and Robin starts laughing.

“I’m serious!”

“Intentionally?” Steve demands.

She frowns. “Well, no. The girls I hung out with were bitches.”

“Me and Dustin aren’t bitches,” he says haughtily.

“Jury’s still out on that,” she says, a smile creeping up on her face. “Come on, they’re locking the front doors soon.”

She turns away and Steve looks down at Dustin, nudging him in the side. “You good?”

Dustin grins, swinging his backpack over his shoulder and happily taking another lick of ice cream. “Yeah, I am.” He pauses, looking at Steve with an evil glint in his eyes. “Just so you know, Robin is way cooler than you.”

“What – hey! Wait up, assholes!”

Robin and Dustin’s laughter rings out in the empty mall as they dash towards the top of the escalators, and Steve runs to catch up to them. A warm satisfaction fills him up and he smiles to himself. Turns out they were all wrong about who the third wheel in their newfound trio is, but at this point, he’s too happy to care.

@calpurnias @you-wont-lose-me @summer-in-hawkins @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @mikewheeler @formerlyjannafaye @caseyk112 @ahoysailorsteve @jane-el-hopper

#s3 is really coming through with a quality dustin & steve friendship #i know we've only had like ten seconds total of robin content but im already in love with her #steve harrington #dustin henderson #robin #i wish we knew her last name #stranger things #fanfic #stevedustin #anna puts words together

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Unato Kessen Teaser PV

There’s not a lot of information to dissect, but let’s have a look at the question most people have been asking: Where is Ikoma?

Here’s a snippet of information about the initial plot setup for Unato Kessen (I posted this before but including it here for ease of reference):

‘The new story will reunite protagonist Ikoma and other characters who have survived the threat of the Kabane by boarding one of the fortified steam locomotives, Koutetsujou. They form a coalition army with people from other stations to take on the Kabane at Unato, an abandoned seaside fortress. But Ikoma realizes that the Kabane follow commands and act as a group at Unato.’ (source)

From this, we know Ikoma was at Unato, so we can rule out that he was left behind for some reason before they reached the fortress. I think we can assume that Ikoma’s realisation about the new kabane behaviour happens early on in the movie, and that the truth behind it is likely to be the ‘secret of Unato’ that Mumei refers to in this PV. Could Ikoma’s disappearance have happened at the same time? Here’s one option I can think of:

the usual tactics clearly won’t work against the kabane at Unato, and after realising that the kabane are working together and following commands, Ikoma is lost in battle, but instead of being killed he is held as a captive by the kabane

The dialogue from the PV translates as follows:

“Hey Ikoma, do you remember? That day. I remember it like it was yesterday. You made the promise at the shrine with that idiotic serious face of yours. You said I had a place to return to, you said I wasn't alone anymore, and that someone's hands are very warm. You taught me all these different feelings. So, I won't hesitate anymore. I will definitely find out the secret of Unato. Even if I'm alone.” (source)

I don’t think Ikoma is dead despite the RIP Ikoma mood of the PV, but I do think that Mumei believes he probably is (if she knew for sure that he wasn’t she’d be saying something like “I’ll definitely save you!”), and that even if she is keeping a spark of hope alive for Ikoma’s survival, she must strengthen her resolve in his absence in order to find out the truth and gain victory at Unato.

(The other option I considered is that instead of being captured, Ikoma gets wounded badly enough that he can’t participate in the batte and is taken off the front lines, but given the enhanced healing ability of kabaneri, that seems very unlikely. Or, for a third option, also unlikely: Ikoma was overtaken by the virus)

Here’s something interesting from the PV:

This object that Mumei is seen holding. I’m not sure exactly what it is, but my theory is that it’s something Mumei made to give to Ikoma, but he went missing before she had the chance.

The green stone looks a lot like the one Ikoma gave to Mumei, which she now wears as part of her restraint. The dialogue in the PV shows how much Ikoma means to Mumei, and I can easily believe that she’d want to show her gratitude towards him in some way, such as making a meaningful gift for him. Ikoma and his sister found the first two green stones in a riverbed, meaning that Mumei could have found one in the same way.

Here’s the only scene from the PV where Mumei looks happy:

This scene is shown just before the scene above. Although we can’t see it clearly, I think she is making the gift for Ikoma here (she could be holding some sort of knitting needle) and that this is taking place before he goes missing. Her expression is fond, she’s smiling and her cheeks are flushed with happiness at the thought of making this present for him.

In the scene that immediately follows (screencaps above), the lighting is now gloomy and depressing, Mumei is holding the finished gift in her hands but is now unable to give to the person she made it for, and so she tucks herself inside her cloak in her sadness.

I think she’ll get the chance to give it to him eventually, but Ikoma probably won’t be around for much of the movie.

#kabaneri of the iron fortress #koutetsujou no kabaneri #unato kessen #mumei #ikoma #i'm staring at that object and trying to identify what it might be #is it to wear on his metal arm where the stone used to be?#is it a stump cover?#a warm fingerless glove?#lmao send me your best guesses

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