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Magical Girl in Gotham (Platonic)
Part 1 Part 2 part 4
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You drift between the world of conscious and unconscious, the Dream world and the waking world
For once you felt yourself dream, seeing the images of all those who had filled your once lonely life with joy
At point in your life you forgot to just sleep, to finally rest and not to worry for the next day
You were always so preoccupied with getting rid of a new batch of Shadowmites the next night or school or rent that sleep felt more like a chore
Wasted hours to be doing something important despite how Rigel told you it was unhealthy to avoid it
So for now you sleep and you enjoy it as you occasionally sense the distant feeling of someone sitting at your side
When you eventually do wake up your met with the sensation of warm blankets (compared to your thin ones) and a hand pressed against your forehead
When your eyes flutter open you see the sight of Jason, surprise in his face as you look up at him
You can’t get a word out before he’s hugging you tightly, mumbling “Jesus don’t ducking scare me like that. Thank whatever god there is that your ok”
He stays that way for a minute and you soak it up, noticing how he was wearing the uniform of red hood but without the mask
It doesn’t really surprise you but it now makes sense as to why you had a vague sense of familiarity when meeting him
That also answered who the rest of the bat crew was
When he pulls back he sees your stare down towards the large red bat symbol on his chest. “I had the feeling you rich people were crazy, but not crazy enough to be vigilantes to be honest. Seems like those online forums were right about you guys not being normal” whatever worry fades away at that comment
His laugh is loud and seems to echo out into the hallway through the opened door, footsteps quickly make their way towards the room
Damien bursts in, an unfamiliar teary look in his normally composed eyes
Jason has barely any time to pull a few feet away before his younger brother is repeating what he had done earlier
Damien’s gripping you as if he was afraid that when he pulled away you’d suddenly disappear
You hug your friend back, noticing the rest of the family peak in and be somewhat agast at the sight
Turns out you have a lot of explaining to do and so do they
Bruce/Batman himself is honestly disappointed in himself that you’d been doing this for years yet he had not even fucking know about it up till now
Even more so that Jason and Dick knew and didn’t tell him that an actual child is running around at night killing mystical creatures
He actually apologies to you personally that he should’ve noticed, but you quickly shoot that down telling him that was kinda what you didn’t want
Like him you set out on this mission to do it practically alone, you never intended to make friends along the way but somehow you did
He now knows why he saw himself in your eyes, you were him when he started off. Someone who was blinded by their goal of protecting others that they did not care for themself
He asks again if your parents know and now you answer honestly
You didn’t have any. You lived alone in a crappy apartment and barely got rent in on time
You see the looks given by all of his sons, how it goes from you to their dad and then back to themselves
After finding this out Bruce probably teaches you some more self defence since you only taught yourself through experience
He’s a good teacher, finding out what your strong suits are and helping you improve rapidly
Your style of fighting is a lot like dancing. Fluid motions and carefully placed steps, turns and pirouettes to dodge, quick attacks that happen within the blink of an eye
Your not like Jason or dick who can take large hits and can brute force their way though things. Your more agile and graceful
Bruce at some point helps make a schedule for you to properly balance your nightly duties and going to school
It’s much better than your own lol
Kinda feels better that most of the villains in this city absolutely love you and would protect you but also kinda worried cause they would literally kill for you
The only villains he actually trusts you with is the Gotham sirens and maybe Waylon on a good day
You’ve cause him to get so many extra grey hairs after hearing what you eat on a daily basis
How do you the energy to run around Gotham every night while surviving on cup noodles?!??
One time y’all appeared at a McDonald’s it was all over Twitter in the matter of minutes cause you have a cute magical girl and then Batman looming beside them as you asked for a nugget meal and ice cream for him
Sometimes he’ll be beating a villain and you’ll briefly stop by and everything is out on pause as you say hi to both
Honestly it’s the funniest thing for bystanders to see especially when you say hi to John or Tim the goon
Your Twitter famous and you don’t even have Twitter
Clark is texting Bruce why “Batman”, “magical girl” and “McDonald’s” is trending on Twitter
Damien is kinda upset at first before realizing that would kinda be hypocritical and now he has more of an excuse to spend time with you
Two besties just chilling on a rooftop of Gotham while Riddler sulks in the background
He definitely gets protective over you even though you can handle a lot of stuff on your own
It’s mostly out of the fear of losing you. You serve as a symbol to him, a sign that his life has changed for the better and he’s truly happy
At first he doesn’t like his brothers hanging around you but comes to accept it. He was just kinda scared you’d like them over him and forget him
Has a constant glare and only you can decipher his actual emotions
Your his translator for poor Gordon. Like Damien says something mildly insulting and then your like “he means to say he likes your tie and you did a good job out there. Keep it up 👍 “
Your his impulse control from threatening people and breaking bones
He probably pressures Tim into making you a com
At some point he tells you about his grandfather and mom. That turns out be a interesting conversation especially when learning there’s just a magical life giving pool somewhere under Gotham
He’s such a little shit to people who make comments about your outfit
He’s tearing down their entire self esteem
God help the poor soul who decides cat calling or making weird comments about you cause it’s on sight for him
Bruce had to hold both him and Jason back from “having a polite talk” with the guy. Bruce does allow glaring and yelling though
Y’all probably become a duo that Gotham Twitter freaks out over
Like, people be now using you two as “bestie goals” and you do a double take when someone mentions it at school
When you once took him over to your apartment he visibly does a double take and asks how you live like this
Brags to his brothers all the time about how he’s your best friend so he’s the favourite (he is)
Ra’s Al Ghul is more confused than Clark when he gets reports his grandson suddenly is seen with that “magic girl?” He’s also gotten reports about and the two of you are building the Lego bonsai set on a rooftop
You got him into Lego and he now has his entire room full of them and boobytrapped
Dick has unfortunately been a victim to this
Jason almost kneeled over and died again out of worry when he had brought you half dead back to the manor
So it’s safe to say he’s very realized your ok and now also basically under the protection of the rest of the family
He may still have some grudges against Bruce but he does admit that he can teach you better than he could in most places
But what Bruce can’t teach you is how to shoot!
Yeah so…he had you use your magic weapon and turn it into a gun form and has you practice with him
Most villains audibly sigh in relief when seeing the two of you together cause that means their chances of a bullet lodged in their side or spine being crushed is better
Takes you on his motorcycle and it’s super fun
He gets you your own personalized helmet even though you can technically make one via magic
Y’all quote so much shit from books that Tim has begun to catalog it
Scary dog privileges number 3
Sometimes while on duty he’ll stop by at a few cute looking stores and buy you stuff he thinks you’ll like
You don’t tell him you have more than enough pens as he gifts you one with a cute topper
He swears to god if that fucking clown even breaths near you he’s dead and there’s nothing Bruce will do to be able to stop him
Damien would cheer on in the background if that happened
He kinda helps Damien realize and process that it’s ok for you to have other friends and that they won’t be stealing you away nor will you replace him
Both have a lot of emotional baggage and who better to help unpack that than him
Takes a lot of convincing to do so first
Loves the what we do in the shadows tv show and WILL make you watch it with him cause no one else will…along with rue Paul’s drag race
They say red hood now has a handmade bracket
Dick is so joking about how he and Jason knew you first to Damien and Bruce
100% tries to convince you to have your costume to match his for at least a night , if you do so he’ll be supper giddy and get soooo many picture
Your half convinced he has a scrapbook somewhere from how many photos you’ve seen him snap of Radom moments
He sometimes mentions Barbra Gordon and it’s giving you vibes
Keeps showing up while your trying to have a peaceful dinner at the iceberg lounge, penguin shoo’s him away calling him a pesky bird
He always replies back that “but your the bird here aren’t you?, in the wing-” And almost gets shot every single time
He seems kinda embarrassed when people joke about his dump-truck, whatever that meant. You just assume he fell into one or something and don’t get the actual meaning
By god he tries to keep your innocence in tact. There are so many creeps in Gotham and he does his best to protect you from them
There have been situations he’s covered your ears and sent out death glares that can make some of the worst villains shiver in fear
Might’ve let Jason break a guys arm once cause he kept making gross comments. Never told Bruce about it but kinda knows he’d get a slap on the wrist
Audibly makes a gasp when you use a cartwheel in a battle and has a proud big brother moment while clasping a hand over his heart
While your hunting for shadowmites he occasionally drops by to give you something like a smoothie for energy
Loves talking with you about the juiciest hero drama he’s heard within the week
Your not sure how he learns all of what he heard but he was a way
Will watch whatever show or movie you want no matter what age range it was intended for. Like he will watch pretty cute or sailor moon and get super invested to the point he’s buying merch for both of you
He now has a sailor Venus keychain and a matching sailor moon one for you
Definitely has mock fake lightsaber battles with your magical weapon and his batons
He always lets you win but you don’t need to know that
When this happens he also does the full 9 yards to make his “death” as dramatic as possible
Piggyback rides galore with This guy cause he finds it fun and uses it as some sort of weight training
Speaking of which you and Damian have sat on his back while he does pushups. You and Damien made the logo millennium falcon set
Brice walked in and then walked right back out
That happens more than most would assume
When he has video game tournaments with Jason and Tim, he gets you and Damien to be the referees
What he doesn’t know is that Damien is kinda bias to whoever didn’t annoy him that day
Meaning Dick is kinda on a loosing streak as of late compared to either brothers
Has already begun placing photos of you and the family on the wall
Alfred did a double take when he first saw it but then just smiled and went on with his business
Both you and him help Alfred with cooking
Sometimes he goes to really crappy stores and buys all the cheap bootleg hero figurines
Once they make one of you he’s gonna beg you to make your uniform match it for a night
Dear god he has so many nicknames that some villains are now gonna start mocking him by using them with you
He looked really upset when two face called you one of them and then laughed at how his face scrunched up
Tim buys you a proper phone so he can now text you at midnight lol
Even sets up a Twitter account for your hero persona and its now followed by most villains within the city lol
People now joke that at this point your gonna reform most of them before Batman can
Speaking of jokes he sends you memes constantly. Lien you’ll wake up with at least 2 unread messages from him that are just memes he found
He thinks the funniest are the cursed pictures of his family with shit like “bottom text” or “Sœp”
He’s kinda that guy you can go to talk to about anything cause he will 100% know it even if it’s the most obscure piece of media ever
In his spare time he watches those 5 hour long essay videos for fun as background noise
Please watch documentaries with him, doesn’t matter if their lighthearted or serious cause he just wants someone to watch with him
Speaking of which, if you do this with him he builds the most elaborate pillow forts known to man
Please encourage him to at least get 6 hours of sleep a night,the bags under his eyes are already bad enough
Won’t object if your ask to paint his nails or style his hair. He probably finds it somewhat relaxing especially if you talk to him about something while doing it
He rambled a lot about whatever he’s fixated on at the time, you don’t have to respond but just show him your listening and he’ll feel really happy
Totally brags about getting the feeling you were more than what you seemed lol
He sometimes secretly uses the bat computer to watch Netflix or Crunchyroll and play horror games. He says it adds ambiance to the experience
You walked in while he was playing phasmophobia and he screamed
He once used axe body spray and no one will let him live it down, he has his head in his hands as Jason recounts the story
Everyone dreads April fools cause of him and he’s recounted to you his various escapades
Your favourite is when he programmed the Batmobile’s honk into playing “Barbie girl”
He plays video games with you constantly. Doesn’t matter what game you wanna play cause he will find it
On patrol he’ll text you to see how your doing and if you need either him or anyone else to stop by
Else tells you to stay hydrated despite the fact he’s being a hypocrite
He patrols Twitter somehow while being a vigilante and gives people the ban hammer if he finds them being creepy
There is no mercy from him and they’ll have their account temporarily banned or in some cases deleted
He acts all innocent about it as well
Alfred is honestly just happy your ok and now have their support during your night duties
Like he knows your on good terms with most villains but it still gives him an extra layer of comfort that you know you can rely on them for help
Like mentioned before he already planning your room out before Bruce even signs those papers. He finds out what style of room you’d like, interests, favourite colour and goes to town on that interior design
He still packs you lunches but now he has added more foods that give more energy and protein
Whenever you try to help him out with anything other than some cooking and giving Bruce his tea/time coffee he will deny it
You have enough stress as it is you will not put more on your shoulders
Bakes a lot of fresh sweets with even fresher berries from his and Damien’s secret garden
Whenever you don’t go to Harley’s for getting wounds patched up he does it for you
At this point he’s probably more qualified than 50% if Gotham doctors with the amount of fatal injuries he’s stopped
When Bruce gets kinda worried that you hang out with like 50% of the villains in the city he reminds Bruce of Selina and Talia
That shuts Bruce up real fast
Sometimes at night you catch him doing grocery runs, you help him carry bags back to his car
He sometimes talks about his family, growing up and watching as things rapidly advanced from that of his childhood
It’s pretty interesting, especially considering the batcave is filled with super tech that would go for millions
Once again your half convinced he’s some sort of immortal/god in human form with the amount of patience he has
Along with the fact he somehow balances cleaning an entire mansion and batcave
How he does this no one knows
God help anyone who gets on his bad side cause he’s pulling out the umbrella to teach them proper manners
Example, the guy who thought it would be a good idea to heckle you about wearing a skirt
That man is scared to walk the night knowing he’s still out there
Eventually one night as you made your last rounds across the city and said hi to Waylon along with drop by the iceberg Lounge you end up back in the batcave
It’s peaceful as usual, even as you go up to Bruce who has his mask pulled off with a soft smile
He holds out a paper, pen in his other hand that he offers to you
You nod with a smile and take it, signing your name down on it
Gotham is definitely in a stir when everyone wakes up to the news that Bruce Wayne had adopted a new child
Bruce got at least 1 individual call from each justice league member
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When I Am King, You Shall Be Queen - Silk & Cologne Cinderella AU
An AU fanfic set in the S&C universe - link to AO3 (X)
Chapter 1: There was a girl
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Female OC Spidersona!
Words: 2.1K
Warnings: PG for character death.
Summary: Dive into this alternate universe where Lisa and Miguel's lives are a classic fairy tale.
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Once upon a time, there was a girl named Lisa. She saw things not how it was, but how it could be, with a little bit of music and magic. Her parents only seemed to influence that mindset, and to them, she was a princess.
Sure they didn’t have an actual royal title, or a castle, but they were the rulers of their own little kingdom. They lived in a cottage estate at the edge of the forest across town, where their family lived for generations. Starting as farmers and merchants, they raised animals and grew crops until in recent years they had branched out and found their own musical talents.
They still keep the animals, as they are part of the family, of course!
“Now, now, Ms. Hen, save some for the rest of us!” a young 7 year old Lisa laughed as she tossed some food out to the chickens, watching as the mother hen swooped in and snatched some extra crumbs.
“The coup causing trouble again?” A voice called out to her, and Lisa turned, the skirt of her pink spring dress twirling as she laid eyes on a woman with long curled brown hair and sparkling green eyes.
“Momma!” Lisa cheered as she set the bag down and ran for her mother. “How was rehearsal today?”
Her mother, Lady Kendrick, was a well known opera singer, deemed the best in the kingdom, and her father, Lord Kendrick, was an aspiring composer. Lisa from a very young age aspired to follow in their footsteps.
“Oh it was so much fun!” Lady Kendrick exclaimed as she knelt down and caught her child in a hug. “I was practicing one of your fathers songs.”
Lisa’s eyes beamed excitedly before a loud ‘CAKAW!’ noise caught her ear as she turned to see some of the chickens startle, losing a few feathers as a young, strongly built man narrowly avoided stepping on them. “Nugget, Clucky, don’t scare Mr. Stacey like that!”
George Stacey, or Mr. Stacey, as Lisa called him, was one of the staff that worked and helped keep the estate running. He was our estate’s guard, or loyal knight as Lisa imagines him, but when he wasn’t patrolling and protecting their kingdom from intruders, he was helping feed the animals.
“Are you alright, George?” Lady Kendrick called out to him.
“I’m fine!” Mr. Stacey laughed in relief as he set a bag of seeds down. “I don’t know how Lisa compels them to listen to her.”
“How’s the Miss’s?” Lady Kendrick asked him.
“She’s due any day now.” Mr. Stacey smiled proudly as he kept feeding the chickens. “Fingers crossed it's a girl.”
Lady Kendrick smiled brightly at their family friend.
“Do you truly think they can understand you?” Lady Kendrick asked Lisa as she turned back to her daughter.
“Do you, mother?” Lisa asked in response, a curious glimmer in her eyes.
“Oh, yes, I think they can understand and speak to us.” Lady Kendrick smiled brightly. “If we only listen to them. It’s how’ve looked after them.”
“But if we’re looking after them, who looks after us?” Lisa asked curiously as her mother sat down at the steps and pulled Lisa into her lap.
“Why Fairy Godmothers, of course!” Lady Kendrick booped Lisa’s nose, making her giggle. “They watched over me, and they’ll watch over you too.”
“Well, if you believe in them, I will too!” Lisa laughed with a proud smile.
Lady Kendrick invited Lisa back inside where they ventured to the hobby room where Lisa began her private dance lessons for the day. Her mother always helped her practice whenever she didn’t need to go out into town. Lisa was learning the waltz when the bells chimed from their small bell tower and Lisa’s eyes lit up as she shared an anticipating glance with her mother.
The ringing of the bells could only mean one thing.
“Papa’s home!” She cheered as she sat up from her mother’s lap, and bolted into the house.
Lord Kendrick was often called away to perform abroad. His music and fame were slowly becoming well known in the far reaches of the globe. Despite being overly proud of his success, Lisa always missed her father terribly when he was away, so it made their reunions all the more sweeter.
“Lisa! Janet! Where are my girls?” A happy-go-lucky voice called out from the front courtyard of the house as Lisa pulled the heavy door open.
Emerging from a carriage was Lord Kendrick, dressed in a fine navy blue suit with matching gray trousers and black leather boots. With tousled black hair and bright brown eyes, as soon as his gaze landed on his daughter, he knelt to the ground and greeted her with open arms.
“You’re back!” Lisa cheered as she jumped into his embrace.
“Oh, I missed you terribly, my sweet!” Lord Kendrick laughed as he stood up to his feet and spun her around.
“Where did you go this time?” Lisa asked him as he set her down gently on the edge of a fountain.
“Oh, the city of Rome. It was beautiful, you’d absolutely love it there.” Lord Kendrick grinned, a charming smile on his face, one that would rival that of a prince or even a king.
“Can I come with you next time?” Lisa pleaded excitedly.
“I’m afraid only when you’re a little older.” Lisa pretended not to notice as her father’s coach man snuck something into her father’s hand before he quickly hid the object behind his back. “But I hope this surprise compromises for that.”
Her father knelt down as he whipped his arm out, handing Lisa a beautiful crafted box. “What is it?” she asked.
“Open it, and you’ll see.” Lord Kendrick smiled, encouraging her.
Lisa carefully turned the lock before pushing back the lid and was elated when music started playing from the box. Spinning on a small dial was a miniature figurine of a prince and princess dancing together.
“Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly
Lavender's green
When I am king, dilly, dilly
You shall be queen
Who told you so, dilly, dilly
Who told you so?
'Twas mine own heart, dilly, dilly
That told me so~”
Lisa listened to the melody carefully and her lips curled into a bright smile before she glanced up at her father. “That’s the song you wrote for mother!”
“You like it?” He asked her, eyes beaming with pride.
“I love it!” Lisa exclaimed happily.
“In Rome, they call the music box, carillon.” Lord Kendrick explained with an admiring gaze.
“Carillon.” Lisa repeated as her father applauded her.
“Very good!” Lord Kendrick stood up, before suddenly standing up. “Have you been practicing since I’ve been gone?”
“My Italian or my dancing?” Lisa responded back with a soft chuckle.
“Both!” Her father grinned before offering her a gracious bow. “Mia signora, posso avere questo ballo?” - My lady, may I have this dance?
“Sì, mio Signore!” Lisa stood up from the fountain, offering her father a courtesy.
The two danced together to the melody of the music box as Lady Kendrick looked on fondly from the front door.
All that was, was as it should be. They were considered the happiest of families to love each other as they did so. But darkness could come to any kingdom . .
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11 year old Lisa sat nervously in her chair in the main foyer of the estate, sitting next to the door leading into her father’s study. She fiddled with the music box her father gave her in her hands, debating whether or not to open it as she didn’t want to disturb them in the other room. But she needed something to try and calm her nerves as she waited, and she had done a lot of waiting.
Last night after putting her to bed, her mother suddenly collapsed, becoming very weak. Lord Kendrick urged Mr. Stacey runs into town and brings back a doctor, and fast. Everything after that for Lisa was a blur, her mind blank as she barely got a wink of sleep after that.
It was the wee hours in the morning, and the sun had just started coming out by the time the doors suddenly pulled open. Lisa jumped in her chair, setting her music box aside before looking over to see the doctor emerge with his bag, her father trailing behind him. The doctor gave Lisa a sympathetic look with a firm nod, and Lisa knew something terrible was happening.
She may still be learning the ways of the world, but she couldn’t tell when bad news was brewing, and it was only then did Lisa realize that other members of their staff were anxiously awaiting in the main room.
“Thank you, doctor.” Lord Kendrick offered the man a firm handshake, his knuckles bone white before Mr. Stacey showed him out. He looked over towards the faces of his staff before turning to Lisa, trying to keep a strong front as he offered her his hand. “Come dear.”
Lisa stood up from the chair, the ruffles of her yellow flower dress, one of her mother’s favourties because yellow was her favourite colour, swayed with each step as she cautiously reached for her father’s hand. He squeezed it tightly, offering her a brave smile before he led her into the room.
Her father’s study was filled with instruments, his sheet music scattered about the floor and a writing desk at the far corner of the room. Near the window where sunlight beamed down almost angelically was Lady Kendrick, laid back on her father’s chair bed, a blanket draped below the waist. She looked gravely ill as she took slow breathes, holding her head with her hand as if she were fighting a vigorous headache.
Their footsteps were light as the pair approached Lady Kendrick, and her mother’s eyes seemed to shine a little brighter at her presence as her father held her shoulders firmly, yet comfortingly.
“Lisa. . .” Lady Kendrick breathed out her name with a tired smile. “I want to tell you a secret, okay?”
Lisa could see the tears that had swelled in her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, her fingers curling into fists to compose herself. “Okay. . .”
“This secret has helped me through all my trials in life, and I pray that it helps you in turn.” Lady Lisa extended her weary hand, and Lisa’s smaller petite hand took it.
They weren’t as warm as yesterday.
“Always remember; Have courage, and be kind.” Lady Kendrick proclaimed, her larger fingers curling around Lisa’s hand, squeezing tightly. “This is the greatest magic to ever exist.”
Lisa could feel her lips star to tremble, her eyes beginning to sting. Why was she saying this?
“You have more kindness than anyone can ever possess, and it can be very powerful.” Lady Kendrick implored, her eyes becoming teary again.
“It can?” Lisa asked her softly.
“Of course. Have courage and be kind, my darling. Can you promise me that?” Lady Kendrick smiled softly.
Something was definitely wrong. Lisa could feel her heart pounding in her chest, hear its being in her ear drums. Lisa nodded her head softly, words suddenly failing her.
“Good. I–” Tears welled in her mother’s eyes as Lady Kendrick looked over towards Lord Kendrick who looked equally as teared up, trying to stay strong for their daughter before her gaze fell back on her. She gulped for air, trying to shove down as much dread as she could as her voice wavered. “I must go very– unexpectedly, and soon, my love.”
That did it. That was all Lisa needed to hear until tears of her own started streaming down her cheeks. A soft whimper fluttered from her lips as her father’s grip on her shoulders tightened ever so slightly. Her vision blurred and every time she blinked to clear her vision, more tears were set free.
Her worst nightmare was coming true.
“Can you ever forgive me?” Lady Kendrick asked.
Lisa’s body trembled along with her voice as she managed a shaking breath. “Of course I forgive you.”
Lady Kendrick reached out her other hand and that was all the invitation Lisa needed to fall into her mother’s embrace, as she cried into her chest. The soft caresses from her mother did nothing to muffle her sobs as her father leaned in as well, engulfing them both in an embrace as he whispered pure love and devotion into their ears.
Through it all, her mother’s passing, the funeral, her burial, one phrase repeated itself into Lisa’s head over and over.
It’s happening again.
Lady Kendrick was buried in a private cemetery on the outskirts of town with her belated husband, and Lisa’s birth father. Time passed, and as Lisa grew up with her step-father, pain turned into memory. In her heart, Lisa stayed the same, and kept her promise to her mother. Have courage and be kind.
That is where our story begins.
But there is another who’s part plays an important role, and that’s who we’ll meet next.
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Wreck My Plans
Written for Several Sunlit Daylights, the Taylor Swift x Hinny Collab we all need, organised by @ginwiz
Prompt: Based on Evermore/Folklore. I picked 'Willow' (It could have been Speak Now if Harry showed up a few months later lol)
This is 8K words so it may be easier to read on AO3 but also below.
It could not be worse timing. How could he possibly know? How could he have such awful timing? She was engaged now, he had been gone for two years and just as she was taking a break from her relationship, from her fiancé, and staying over at the Burrow, that is when he showed up, in the middle of May.
She just had a good cry with her mum and expressed her doubts and worries about Gabriel when Harry walked in through the back door as if he had just been there the other day. He looked healthy, he looked happy.
“Uhm, hi,” he said hesitantly, looking between the two women.
Neither she nor her mum moved. She could not have moved if she wanted to, her eyes focused on his green ones, staring back. He swallowed.
“Harry, you’re back!” Mrs Weasley said with feigned enthusiasm. She engulfed him in a hug.
“So good to see you, Mrs Weasley,” he said and she could tell he was being genuine.
She hated how much he looked like a man now, he had lost the boyish charm that Gabriel still held. Gabriel, fuck. Harry couldn’t be here, not now when she was already on the edge of cancelling every plan she ever had. She composed herself.
“Hi Harry, how are you?” she asked politely.
Harry appeared taken aback by her polite tone. “I’m … good. You?”
“I’m great.” It could not have been more of a lie. She glanced at the clock and saw it was two already. “Crap, I got to go.” She shot up from her chair. She had promised Gabriel she’d come by at two to pick up some items. She turned to her mum. “I won’t be long.”
Mrs Weasley offered her sympathetic smile and she dashed out of the door.
She apparated to his apartment. They had been barely living together for six months, all her stuff hadn’t even made it in there yet. She knocked on the door.
Gabriel opened the door carefully.
“I am sorry I am late, we had … a guest,” she said, walking past him and into the bedroom.
He stood in the door opening as she gathered more of her clothes. She threw everything into her bag.
“Honey, please, can we at least talk?” he tried.
She shook her head. “I need more time.” She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked through the living room, picking up some more of her items.
“Is this really about that girl? We weren’t exclusive then… I didn’t know…” His face dropped. “I feel like you have just found a reason to doubt and you’ll cling to it.”
She walked to the door and turned around to him. “You don’t know anything,” she snipped and walked out.
Ginny apparated back to The Burrow and found Harry in the garden. She decided to bite through the bullet and just talk to him, clear the air.
“I believe congratulations are in order,” Harry said carefully.
“Don’t.” She let the bag drop on the ground, as if to emphasise exactly why.
“Your mum only said you were engaged, I didn’t know-” he told her.
She nodded. “She is trying to save me some pride, I guess. Nothing happened, I just… I need more time. I can’t be making decisions so quickly.”
Harry reached out to her hand and electricity ran through her when he lifted her hand up. He looked at the ring on her finger for a moment.
“I mean most women would be won over by a ring like that alone,” he said.
She pulled her hand out of his grip. “Shut up.” They started walking towards the orchard. “My affection can’t be bought.”
“No, it can’t.”
“Where have you been?” Ginny asked, trying to get the attention off her.
“Here and there, all over the world,” he told her and then he started speaking of some of the places he had been. Secret wizarding communities in the desert, magical waterfalls, mythical creatures and wonderful places.
“Sounds like you had a great time,” she said.
“I did,” Harry agreed.
“So you are not staying then,” she deduced, looking at him carefully.
“No, I just figured I was overdue a visit. I went by Ron and Hermione’s first.”
“They must've been glad to see you,” she commented with a smile.
“So what is the deal with your fiancé?”
Ginny sighed, she really didn’t want to talk about this with Harry. “Nothing, he is fine, he is a good guy.”
“But?” he asked.
“I don’t know. We started dating eight months ago, moved in with him six months ago, engaged for one… I suddenly felt like there were too many changes, like I’m not myself anymore and … “ She stopped, something was gnawing at her that she could not place.
“Do you love him?”
Ginny stopped in her tracks, surprised by his question. “He is a good man.”
“Do you love him?” Harry asked again.
“Harry, you don’t get to do this, you left.” She hated how her voice almost broke at the end of her sentence.
“This isn’t about me,” Harry defended himself, as if he genuinely wanted to save her upcoming wedding.
“Isn’t it?” she shot back. “You chose to go off on your own.”
“I needed some time to myself.” He looked down apologetically. Then he glanced back up. “Travel with me.”
“What?” she asked warily.
“Come with me, travel, see the world a little. I can show you the most amazing sights, the most remote places in the world, magic beyond belief.”
“I am engaged,” was the only objection she could muster. Her head felt empty and suddenly disappearing into the wilderness with Harry sounded all too tempting. It shouldn’t be, it was more of a gamble than marrying was, but something about it sounded far too inviting.
“What do you want?” Harry asked her.
“The more you say, the less I know,” she told him honestly.
“Give me a month. Let me show you things for a month and then you decide. You can come home whenever you want after that but give me a month. If you want to get married to…”
“Gabriel.”
“Right, then you do that. No strings attached, no hard feelings. I just think you need a getaway as much as I did two years ago.” His green eyes were so warm, so caring as they focused on her.
“Harry, it’s you and I… how can I go and return to Gabriel…” Ginny knew well enough if she left with him, she’d never go back to Gabriel, even if she returned after a month.
“Like I said, it’s no strings attached, we can have separate beds, whatever. I am just offering you a little escape.”
She wanted to beg him to take her hand and wreck her plans. “Okay, wherever you stray next, I’ll follow.”
Harry’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
She nodded. “You’re right, I need a little escape.”
Harry ran a hand through his hair for a moment as he thought. “We can leave tonight.”
“Okay,” she agreed immediately. She didn’t want to change her mind, she didn’t want her parents to stop her.
“I need to go arrange a Portkey. Just wait until after dark and wait for my signal. If you wait by your bedroom window, you’ll see me,” he said, piecing together a plan.
She should be more scared to take off to a strange place for a month after thinking about it for less than ten minutes, but she was not. She wanted to feel like herself again, and Harry always knew how to bring out the real her.
---
She shot up from the window sill when she saw the wave of his wand at the end of the garden. She left the envelopes on her nightstand. One for her parents, explaining she was alright but she took off and one for Gabriel with her engagement ring, asking him not to wait for her if she wasn’t back in a month.
She grabbed her backpack and her bag and silently walked down the stairs, conveniently half her items had already been packed. She shrunk one bag to fit into the other, carrying nearly all she owned with her as she walked outside.
Harry smiled reassuringly at her. “Just in time.” He offered the Portkey to her and she grabbed onto it too.
A minute later she felt the tug behind her navel and they were whisked off. When she felt soil under her feet, she let go of the Portkey. There wasn’t much to see in the moonlight. They seemed to be rather high up.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“The Azores, Mount Pico,” he said looking around before his eyes landed on a spot a little higher up. “Up there.”
They started walking further up the mountain.
“Have you been here before?” she asked, looking at the ground to make sure she didn’t trip.
He shook his head. “No, but I made some friends in the wizarding travel community, they know the most peculiar spots on earth.”
Ginny’s eyes fell on their destination, a small mountain hut. “That’s cosy,” she commented.
“Don’t worry, it is bigger on the inside.”
---
Mrs Weasley stood in her daughter’s bedroom, clutching the letter in her hand. She had heard some noise and when she went to check on Ginny, she found the room empty but then she noticed Ginny outside in the moonlight. For a moment she thought Ginny was going to see Gabriel again.
She glanced down and saw the envelopes and saw one addressed to Gabriel and one to her and Arthur and her stomach dropped. She grabbed the one for her and ripped it open.
Mum, dad,
I am so sorry to leave like this but I need to get away for a while. I promise I am alright. If I still want to get married, I will see you in a month. If not, I promise I am still okay.
I love you tons, give my regards to my brothers,
Ginny
Mrs Weasley looked up, her heart pounding and looked towards the apparition point. She already had a sneaking suspicion who was involved in this getaway, but when the Portkey lit up both their faces, she got confirmation, Ginny was with Harry. In some way that comforted her. If she had to go, with Harry she’d be okay, Mrs Weasley hoped.
With the letter still in hand, she mindlessly walked back to bed. She put the letter down on her nightstand and got back under the covers.
“Everything okay, Mollywobbles?” Mr Weasley asked softly.
She hesitated but then she handed him the letter. He sat up and took out his glasses, reading by the light of his wand.
“We should stop her!” Mr Weasley said.
She shook her head. “I saw them leave. She has gone.”
“Them?” He paused. “She’s with Harry, isn’t she?” He didn’t sound particularly surprised.
“Yes.” She sighed. “She can take care of herself,” she reassured herself more than her husband.
“The wedding is off then.”
“She didn’t say so but… she was even reluctant about the honeymoon with Gabriel and … Harry was here for less than 12 hours and she took off to Dumbledore knows where. We both know what’s going to happen,” Mrs Weasley said.
He nodded. “The heart wants what it wants.”
“She better not disappear for two years, I will have her head, and Harry’s too.”
Mr Weasley kissed her temple. “She’ll be back.”
---
Harry woke her up far too early, his side of the bed already vacated.
She grumbled. “I did not sleep long enough.” She sat up and stretched out.
“The sunrise is supposed to be wonderful. And that’s the beauty now, we are free, can get back into bed after the sun has risen, we can nap the afternoon away, we make the rules.”
Ginny wasn’t sure if he was still trying to sell her on the idea. She did not comment on it. Harry stepped into his shoes and shrugged his coat on and went outside already. Ginny joined him five minutes later, still half in pyjamas. She paused at the door and looked at him. The gnawing feeling had gone and she wondered why she couldn’t feel about Gabriel that way, she had really tried but she knew before she held onto that Portkey that it was no use. She sat down beside him on the short deck in front of the hut, the sun just coming to peak over the horizon. Harry handed her a mug of tea wordlessly. It felt nice not to have to fill every silence. She could never stand silence with Gabriel, they were never quite comfortable. With Harry, she had never needed many words to understand him and the silences were always pleasant.
The sun crawled a little higher and the whole world seemed to bathe in an orange glow, and they were on top of it, even higher than the clouds. She could make out the green fields below between the clouds and where the island ended into the sea. It was breathtaking.
Harry looked at her and he laughed. “Oh, you look like you’re on fire.”
She looked amused at him, her brows furrowing.
His hands lifted her hair. “Look at that,” he said, showing how the sun illuminated every single strand of hair as it fell through his fingers. She looked up at him, she had forgotten how much he loved her hair. She felt tears well up in her eyes and she chuckled at herself, that something so silly in a moment like this could bring her to tears.
Harry observed her silently. She ducked her head to get away from his prying eyes. He carefully wrapped an arm around her in comfort and she leaned her head against him.
“You’ll be okay,” he offered, looking back at the sunrise.
Ginny wondered if he understood what she was sad about, but she didn’t know exactly either what made her so sad. There was a hole in her chest and it needed mending, and it was mending.
When the sun had risen, Ginny stood up. “Back to bed.”
She peeled her layers off and plopped back on the bed, already feeling sleepy again.
“We could do the summit in the afternoon,” Harry mumbled beside her with his eyes closed.
“Apparate?” she asked.
“I always find walking rather refreshing,” he replied.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Several hours later they reached the peak of the mountain after a good two hours of walking and climbing.
“Ooh, I feel a little lightheaded,” she commented as she halted.
Immediately Harry’s hand came around her arm to make sure she was steady. She took a few breaths and nodded, confirming she was okay. Harry let go and looked around now.
“You know, the person who recommended this to me, he told me to be wary of the Wrackspurts up here.”
Ginny turned to him. “You’re kidding?”
Harry smiled. “100 per cent, I am not.”
Ginny sat down on the bench and Harry joined her. He offered her the water bottle and she took a sip from it.
“How is your first travel day going?” he asked her.
“Really good,” she confirmed.
Harry looked glad, so glad she was happy to be there. She moved, it happened so naturally and she was kissing him. Harry kissed her back without missing a beat. It had been years but it took them no time at all to find their rhythm again. Harry’s lips were warm and steady against hers in the fresh mountain air.
She leaned away, Harry’s cheeks flushed.
“Now I am lightheaded,” he commented.
“Those are the wrackspurts, Harry.” She patted his knee and pushed off the bench.
A few minutes later they started their way back down. Ginny ran past Harry when she suddenly lost her footing and dropped down and out of sight. Fear ran through her veins but then she hit the ground. She must have fallen less than two metres down but she couldn’t see the path anymore.
“Gin?!” Harry let out in pure panic.
“Ow!” she let out, to let him know she was okay. She pushed off the ground, ignoring the stinging pain in her left hand. She pulled herself back up to the path to find Harry crouched on the ground, covering his eyes.
She peeled his hands off his face and smiled. “Still alive.”
“Don’t ever do that again! I thought you died!” he let out, standing back up.
“I’m alright, Harry.”
“Less than 24 hours and you already fell off a mountain, unbelievable!”
He wasn’t truly upset but she knew it must have scared him.
“I will try not to do that again,” she said as they resumed their way down.
“You bet. Our next destination will be flatter, I can guarantee that.” He shook his head.
When they got back, she showered. Harry’s eyes fell on the scrape on her hand when she came out of the tiny bathroom. He immediately pulled her to the table. He took out his wand and started mending her hand until it was completely gone.
“You should have said so,” he told her softly.
She shrugged, then noticed how close they were sitting. She leaned in and kissed him again. His hand carefully rested against her cheek. She was becoming aware Harry was not initiating anything but willingly followed. He was letting her decide.
He leaned away first this time. “Do you have any other injuries?”
“No.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure?”
She stood up and turned around to show she was fine. “Or do you need to see under here too?” She half-heartedly raised her shirt.
Harry frowned as he looked at her. “What about sex?” he asked. “With Gabriel, I mean.”
For a moment she thought he had suggested having sex. “Oh. Well…”
“Not waiting for marriage, was he?” Harry poked.
“No, he, huh, he had strict rules about it, worried it would influence his performance,” Ginny explained as she sat back down.
“Performance?” Harry almost laughed.
“Of Quidditch, you prick!”
“He plays?” Harry asked. “Wait, is this Chudley Cannons’ Gabriel?”
“Yes!” Ginny said.
“He’s got that boyish charm, doesn’t he?”
Ginny nearly grumbled. “He does. Ron liked him but then when I started dating him, Ron suddenly didn’t find him good enough.”
“So typical of Ron, I hope Gabriel didn’t take that personally,” Harry said.
“Only a little. He is used to being liked by everyone.”
“Why don’t you play?” Harry asked her.
Ginny bit her lip. “I was going to try out this year but if you are the girlfriend of… suddenly no one takes you seriously. Didn’t even get to try out.”
“Damn, Gin, that sucks.” He sounded sorry about it.
“Well, it is what it is,” she let out.
Harry nodded, deciding to drop it. “So your sex life was…”
“Mediocre at best. Even off-season and all those rules…” She smiled in amusement, at how ridiculous it sounded now. “Once I came onto him two days before a game and he flipped out at me, it was the biggest fight we had.”
“Strange guy,” Harry commented. He had every opportunity to slander the guy, but he didn’t.
She looked at him. “Would you have sex with me?” She tried to sound casual.
“Today?”
“Yes,” she said without a doubt. “Just because, like old times.”
He locked eyes with her. “Sure.”
“That was a quick reply,” she said, her cheeks burning.
“Well yeah, it’s like ‘Do you want chocolate cake?’ ‘Yes’,” he said without any reservation
She looked up at him. “I am chocolate cake?” she asked.
His hand came to the rest against her face, his thumb on her chin. “No, you are treacle tart.”
He stood up and pulled her up too. His hands came to her waist, taking the lead, perhaps understanding she needed that. His hands bunched up the fabric of her shirt and pulled her to him. He kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. His hands went under her shirt, sliding up her back.
“You can check if I have any more injuries,” Ginny said against his lips.
“I will,” he said, leaning down to kiss her neck but he found the height difference much too big. Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up. “Better,” he commented, resuming to kiss her neck and exposed collarbone.
Harry placed her on the bed, shedding his own clothes before he joined her. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I just assumed you’d have a little more reservations, all things considered.”
“Harry, I think we both know my upcoming wedding is a lost cause,” Ginny admitted out loud for the first time.
“Then what is this about?” he asked.
“You, me, and making up our own rules,” she said, her hand roaming his chest.
“I like your rules,” he commented and then he kissed her again as he pulled her closer.
And sex with Harry was deliciously uncomplicated. They barely spoke, and let their bodies lead and that worked out perfectly. Harry’s body still felt so familiar to her after more than two years in a way that Gabriel’s never did.
She didn’t expect the tears after. She sat up. “I’m sorry. This isn’t about- this isn’t about you, I don’t know why-”
Harry sat up too and pulled her into his lap. He held her and remained silent.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“Gin, it’s okay.” He rubbed her back. “It’s normal. When I left I cried a ton at first. Your body lets go of a lot of pain when you are free to feel them.”
“You cried into some poor woman’s lap?” she asked through her tears.
“That would have made me feel better,” he agreed.
“All by yourself?” she asked.
“I had things to sort through and I never stayed somewhere long enough. Most places were pretty remote. And women just seem to travel less on their own for some odd reason.”
“Oh, I wonder why,” Ginny said sarcastically. She rested her forehead against his chest and sighed, letting the tears trickle down her face. “You know, Gabriel, apart from the schedule, certain positions were off-limits.” She snorted at it too.
“What is that good for?” Harry replied.
She shook her head and looked up. “Maybe he was afraid to pull a muscle. I really don’t know.”
Harry reached out and wiped her tears. “Better?”
She nodded. “Yes. Did you find any more injuries?”
“Ah, yes. I believe your right ankle is a little sore.” He pulled on her right ankle.
She wiggled it. “I suppose a little. I didn’t notice it before.”
“Give me my wand, I’ll heal it too.”
She got off his lap and reached out for his wand. When she turned back around, she caught Harry looking. “Oh, I know, I should lose some weight around the hips. Courtesy of no quidditch.”
Harry grabbed his wand and his brows knitted together. “This perfect curve?” His hand ran down over her hip. “Doesn’t need to go anywhere.” He met her eyes and then realization hit. “You know, I am starting to like him less and less.”
“He really is a good guy, he just has quirks.”
“Look, sex schedule is weird but … acceptable. Not unheard of for athletes. Telling you to lose weight, is unforgivable.” He shook his head. “Your ankle, miss Weasley.”
She offered her leg and he took it.
“Would you have taken his name?” he asked as he put his wand against her ankle.
“No, his name is far too known, I didn’t want that.”
“You’re right, Weasley isn’t known at all these days,” he responded with a smile.
“Oh, well. You know that’s different. Nothing quite knocks it out of the park like Potter, though,” she said.
“Haha, yes, that’s true. Though I have to say internationally, it is a name they’ve only vaguely heard most of the time. Of course, if I come across Brits…” His thumb ran across the joint. “How’s that?”
“All fixed.” She looked outside. “Should we catch the sunset too?”
“We certainly can. I’ll heat up pasta and we can eat outside.”
“So that’s it? You just choose what you want to do, when it pleases you?” Ginny wondered.
“Pretty much. If there are things I want to see, I do that but the day doesn’t matter. If I want to sleep in, I do so. No appointments, no nothing… Most of my arrangements are last minute and most solo wizard travellers do it like that. There’s an index you can check on popular listings: what is free, what is recommended. You let them know when you leave so someone else can use it. That’s it.” He shrugged.
“Incredible.”
“Okay, pasta.” Harry got up and stepped back into his clothes.
She stood up and slowly got dressed. She hated her hips just a little less when she pulled her trousers over them. Less than 24 hours ago she was home, having dinner with her parents. She knew they must know she had left by now. She hoped they weren’t too angry about it. She’d be back, eventually.
They walked outside and around the back of the hut and sat down, each with their bowl of pasta as the sun sunk behind the horizon again.
“Lumos,” Ginny said, putting the wand between them to illuminate their immediate surroundings when it became too dark.
“Well, your first 24 hours are up. You’re still alive. It was a close call but… “ He grinned.
“It wasn’t that dramatic,” she replied, setting her bowl aside.
“No, just disappeared off a cliff. Imagine if I had to go back to your parents and explain that.”
“In that case, I think you’d be better never setting foot in England again,” she told him with a smile.
Harry nodded. “Yes, I think you’re right.”
“If,” she paused. “If Hermione is pregnant, we need to go home.”
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, looking unusually confused.
“Well, she hasn’t said, but I believe they’re trying for a kid,” Ginny told him.
“Trying for a kid?”
Ginny blinked. “Merlin, Harry, do I need to spell that out for you too?”
“No.” He looked thoughtful. “I didn’t expect that. They didn’t say.”
“Hermione didn’t tell me either but I just… caught a vibe. They’ve been together for a while now, I guess it makes sense.”
“I guess it does… You’d think they’d get married first.”
“But marriage is such an old-aged institution that is only meant to keep women at home, Harry,” Ginny said.
“Hermione said that, didn’t she?”
Ginny bit her lip, trying not to smile. “In front of my mum, who nearly cried. She’ll shut up if she gets grandbabies instead I suppose.”
“And now she must suffer another cancelled wedding,” Harry said.
“We have been talking about that the last few days, I think she already knew it was no good, without you showing up. I think she was just waiting for me to realise that on my own,” Ginny said and she felt more tears well up but she pushed them back. She left a mess behind at home. Poor Gabriel got all but two sentences from her. “But George will marry soon I think.”
“To who?” Harry asked.
“Oh dear, I have to give you some updates I guess. Angelina.”
“Huh.”
“If I think of anything more you should know, I’ll let you know.” She rested a hand on his knee.
“I guess I do miss out on some things.”
Ginny laughed. “Well, you almost missed my wedding, how tragic.”
“Would you have invited me?” he asked curiously.
“If I could get a hold of you perhaps. I hadn’t considered invitees yet,” she said. “We should get inside.”
Harry nodded and stood up. She picked up both their bowls and walked back to the front of the hut. She tossed the bowls in the sink and charmed them to wash themselves. She took her coat off.
“Is that my hoodie?” Harry said.
She turned around. “Oh, is it?” She glanced down at it as if it was the first time she had noticed. “If you want it back, you’ll have to take it off me.”
Harry stepped to her. He was about to pull it off but then he pulled on the collar and glanced inside. “Naked under there, aren’t you?”
She kept her face straight. “We’re all naked under our clothes, Harry.”
“Ah, are those the rules of your game then?” he asked.
“You catch on quick,” Ginny said.
And Harry didn’t object, he couldn’t be further away from abiding by a schedule. He pulled the hoodie off her, took her into his arms and kissed her passionately.
“I’ll let you choose the position,” he breathed.
She chuckled. “Good.”
This time she did not cry.
She rested her head on his chest.
“I’m really glad you came with me.”
Ginny took his hand and entwined their fingers. “You’re going to make me watch the sunrise again tomorrow, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
They watched every sunrise and sunset for a week. They travelled around the island. Every sunrise he’d make jokes about her hair in the sun and in response she’d kiss him. As they were leaving they first apparated to the wildflower field at the base of the mountain.
She walked through it, her fingers dancing around the flowers.
“Time to go, Gin,” Harry said, glancing at his watch.
She ran back to him and took the Portkey while also picking up her bag.
“This will be a longer one, don’t let go too soon.”
She nodded and waited for the Portkey to start glowing.
She let go almost immediately when she landed and bent over, almost hurling.
“Sorry, longer ones are harder, you get used to them too.”
She took a few deep breaths. “That was deeply unpleasant.”
Harry offered her water and she took a few sips.
“Okay, that’s better.” She looked around. “Where are we?”
“Chile,” Harry supplied. “There is a magical colony of penguins nearby.”
“Ooh, penguins!” she let out excitedly, immediately forgetting her previous nausea. “I love those.”
“Yes, I knew you would.”
The month flew by in the blink of an eye. They were currently in India in the middle of the rainforest and the birthplace of the phoenix. She’d see one almost every day.
Harry sat down beside her as they looked over the clearing.
“That’s it, your month is up today.”
Ginny looked at him. “It is.”
“So, what’s the verdict?” Harry asked her.
“Harry, you can’t be serious.” How could he doubt what she wanted?
He shook his head. “I promised you, one month on your terms, no strings attached.”
“You’d think I’d have this wonderful month with you and then go back to Gabriel?” she asked.
“I’m not saying it wouldn’t break my heart. I’d let you though.”
She sighed. “I don’t want Gabriel. I want you.”
“Do you want to go home?” he asked.
She leaned into him. “Not yet.”
He reached beside him and showed her a Daily Prophet.
“Happened to have one at the store I visited for potions. I wasn’t going to buy it but then I saw your name.”
He handed her the paper and she took it carefully. He pointed at the article.
“ Gabriel Dunlow to take a short time off from the Cannons. One can only assume this is in relation to the sudden unexplained disappearance of his fiancée, Ginny Weasley. ” She paused there. “He must have realised I am not coming back.” She read on. “While her absence raises concern, there is no evidence of her being reported missing by her family. This just two years after the mysterious disappearance of the Chosen One, who has not been seen since. Though there is no news of either of them, they are assumed to be alive. Neither Mr Dunlow nor the Weasley family was available for commentary. ” She folded up the newspaper.
“You okay?” he asked carefully. His arms came around her waist and he kissed her neck.
“It’s fine, I knew that was going to happen.” She let Harry trail kisses down her skin for a while. “When I go home, are you going to take off again?”
He halted for a moment. “No, I’ll go home with you if you’ll have me.”
“I have no place to live, but other than that,” she replied.
“We can figure that out when we go home.”
“Are you done travelling then?” she asked, turning to look at him.
“Almost.” He smiled. “At first I needed some time, to deal with my own shit. Then the last year I have been looking for something… to fill in the hole in here,” he said, pointing at his chest.
“Did you fill it?” she asked softly.
“It is filling, slowly but surely. It will continue to do so if you’re here.”
Ginny smiled fondly at him.
“I am happy to travel for as long as it pleases you, then we can go home.” He kissed her lips.
“I am having the time of my life with you, I still want to travel for a while. My heart hasn’t been this light in… a very long time.” She was about to kiss him but noticed his eyes were on a spot behind her.
“Was that there before?” Harry asked, pointing towards the centre of the clearing.
Ginny turned around, it looked like a red rock. It definitely had not been there earlier. They both stood up and walked to it.
“Is that a phoenix egg?” Harry asked.
“Should we take it?” Ginny wondered. To leave it there seemed entirely irresponsible.
A phoenix whistled overhead and it swooped down when they looked up. It landed carefully beside the egg, then pushed it towards them gently.
“Oh, okay, momma phoenix, no worries,” Ginny said, bending down and picking up the egg, looking carefully for the phoenix’s reaction. As soon as the egg was safely in her two hands, the phoenix took off again.
They both quickly walked back to their cottage. Harry made a little nest from clothes and Ginny placed the egg in it.
“This is an interesting development,” Ginny commented, observing the egg as if a phoenix was about to sprout from it.
“I guess it makes sense. Phoenix must have sensed the fire you have,” Harry commented.
“Or maybe it knows you are as likely to die from dying as a phoenix does.”
Harry frowned. “That’s one way to put it.”
They took two chairs and kept sitting by it, not sure what else to do with their egg.
Ginny looked at Harry. “What was your intention when you asked me to come, did you have hope for us?”
“I knew leaving was selfish, I didn’t expect you to wait for me. I just… saw how lost you were when I arrived. I knew I loved you too much to ignore it, I wanted you to feel better and I know what worked for me.” He smiled. “I didn’t have hope necessarily, but then you… “
“Pulled you into bed?”
“I was going to say kissed me but that too. I think you were ready to move on from Gabriel, you just needed a little push, and that push was me.”
“Or,” Ginny started, she stood up and sat down on his lap. “You just showed up at the right time and I was ready to fall in love with you all over again.” She kissed along his jaw.
“The egg,” Harry objected half-heartedly.
“It’s right over there, it will be fine,” she argued, unbuttoning his shorts.
The egg would not hatch for several more days.
---
“Are you ready?” Harry asked on Christmas Eve as they stood in front of the Burrow.
She nodded. “Yes.”
They walked through the door.
“Hi, mum,” Ginny said as she walked into the kitchen.
Mrs Weasley immediately dropped everything she was holding and rushed over to her, hugging her tightly. She grabbed Ginny’s face between her hands. “Are you home?”
“Just for the holidays,” Ginny told her.
Mrs Weasley looked a little disappointed. “I am so glad you’re here.”
“Me too.”
“Did you go by Gabriel?” Mrs Weasley asked.
She shook her head. “We only just arrived. I’ll go see him before we leave, tie up the loose ends.”
Mrs Weasley patted her cheek. “You look wonderful.” She turned to Harry. “Ah, our lost son, home too.”
“It’s Christmas,” Harry argued, though he had not appeared last Christmas or the one before that.
“Go on, they’ll be happy to see you.”
Ginny walked into the living room and beamed as she looked over her whole family.
“Okay, you have ten minutes to update me on any major life events,” she spoke, crossing her arms.
Every single one of them whipped their heads around. Then she hugged every brother and then Hermione and Angelina too, Fleur got a hug too, just this once. She took a long time hugging her dad.
“Well, Angelina and I are engaged,” George said happily when they all settled down again.
“Oh, congratulations!” Ginny said. “Though I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“I think you’re the only other one with a major life event, Ginny,” Ron said with a look towards Harry.
“You mean the whole disappearing act?” she said.
“Yes!”
“Well, that’s all there is to it. We’ve been travelling, it’s been really good,” she offered.
“Harry, is your jacket making noise?” Charlie asked.
“Oh!” Harry said. He took out the phoenix, who was definitely too big to fit in a normal jacket pocket and placed him on the table. “This is Mambo.”
“Godric, is that a phoenix?” Charlie let out excitedly.
“Who names a phoenix Mambo?” Angelina wondered.
“Ginny, of course,” Ron said.
She grinned at him, he never really forgave her for calling his owl Pigwidgeon.
“Where the hell did you find one?” Bill asked.
“It was gifted to us by another phoenix, we assume his mother. We hatched the egg and well, here we are.” She petted Mambo under his chin. “You are a good boy, aren’t you? Let’s see if Mum has some veggies for you to nibble on.”
She stood up and Mambo landed on her shoulder.
“What in the oversized-chicken-hell did you bring into the kitchen now?” Mrs Weasley let out.
“Hey! This is your very first grandchicken, Mambo, be nice to him.”
They returned to the living room a few minutes later. Mambo flew to Harry’s shoulder and settled down there.
As they stood up to go to the dining table, Harry stopped her. “So, uh, when are we telling them we accidentally got married before the Sun Gods.”
Ginny shrugged. “Perhaps after dessert.”
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Ginny knocked on the door of Gabriel’s apartment. It took a minute but then the door opened. He looked at her in surprise.
“Hi,” she carefully tried.
Gabriel opened the door further to let her in but he did not speak. She walked to the couch and sat on the edge.
“I know I owe you an apology for leaving like I did, so that’s why I am here,” she said.
“And you expect me to forgive you?” he jabbed.
She shook her head. “No. Still, you deserved one.”
Gabriel laughed humorlessly.
“I had a lot of emotional turmoil. I should have realised far earlier we weren’t going to work,” she admitted.
“We could have, had you stayed,” Gabriel told her.
“No, Gabe-”
“Don’t call me Gabe,” he interjected.
“This never would have worked. I was chasing the idea of a man like you and in turn, I dismissed your flaws at the expense of myself.” She looked at him as the anger flared up in his eyes.
“My flaws?! So this is my fault?” Gabriel said, standing up and pacing, too agitated to sit down.
“We weren’t a match. I made sacrifices I never wanted to make because I thought that was what I was supposed to do. That isn’t me though, I don’t want to make sacrifices for someone else and stop feeling like myself. I’ve learned to set my own rules, my own boundaries.” Hindsight had shown her exactly where it went amiss.
“You never made sacrifices for me,” he said bitterly.
Ginny shot up. “How dare you! I gave up everything for you! Every relationship choice was an ultimatum for you. Move in with me, or. Marry me, or. Every day of our lives was planned around your life, not mine. Never me. I gave up quidditch to be with you!”
“As if you’d ever make professional,” he scoffed.
It was a slap to the face. “You never even saw me play.”
Gabriel’s jaw clenched. “So you are going to pretend this isn’t about him ?”
“It isn’t.”
“So you haven’t been off for months with the Harry Potter?” Gabriel said.
“Gabriel.”
“Or is that just a groundless rumour that you were off together?” He challenged her with his eyes.
“Yes, I’ve been off with Harry,” she admitted, there was no point in lying.
“Right. You accuse me of all these things but when Harry shows up and begs you to take him back, you run at him!”
She had come to apologise, but he was pushing her. “He didn’t beg, he didn’t have to. He offered me some time away from everything, to take a breather and I took it. I had to spend less than ten minutes with him to realise that you and I were wrong in every way.”
Gabriel grimaced. “I wouldn’t expect to live up to the great Harry Potter.” He stepped closer to her. “He left you, he broke your heart. Him you can forgive of course. Well, I am sorry I didn’t kill some dark wizard.”
Ginny grabbed onto his collar. “You don’t know what he has been through, he deserved to take all the time he needed. He never asked me to wait.” She was determined to make it sting now. “I didn’t need to forgive him, he never made me any promises. I was all too glad to let him touch me in ways you can’t even imagine as soon as we were alone and I can assure you he has never objected once, whatever hour of the day... You, however, don’t have the right to talk about Voldemort.” She forcefully let go of his collar.
“Don’t call him that,” Gabriel said.
“Are you a child?! Voldemort. That’s his name.” She shook her head. “You really don’t understand… you don’t know what I went through, what he went through. You were too busy throwing quaffles through hoops in France because god forbid a wizarding war got in the way of your quidditch career!” She walked towards the door and turned back around. “You don’t know the darkness I’ve seen.”
“You were a child when he came back to power, how could you-” He must have seen her reaction, how the colour drained from her face.
“You don’t know me at all, do you?” She reached for the door handle. “You should open a history book, you may be surprised to find my name right along with my boyfriend's.”
And she left without looking back, she summoned Mambo and he took her home.
She briskly walked into the living room and then halted and closed her eyes. Harry came down the stairs and unwrapped her scarf from her neck and pulled her coat off her shoulder and then scooped her into his arms. He sat down on the couch with her.
“He is such a dickhead.”
“You don’t have to see him again,” Harry said, kissing her temple. “It’s done.”
She nodded and got comfortable on his lap. “He said things today… unforgivable. Some were about you.”
“I guess that was to be expected,” Harry replied.
“Oh dear,” Mrs Weasley said when she saw the sight. “Do you want some hot chocolate, darling?”
“Yes, please,” Ginny replied.
She walked into the kitchen behind her mom.
“Do you know where you are going next?” Mrs Weasley asked as she put milk on the stove.
“We were thinking Australia, but we’ll see,” Harry said.
“So you never stay somewhere long?” she asked.
“Usually about a week, just to see a few things. If we like it we stay longer. We stayed three weeks waiting for Mambo to hatch and grow.”
Mrs Weasley nodded.
“I am sorry I didn’t come back after a month… it was too soon.”
Now she smiled. “Ginny, I never expected you to come home after a month. Not for Gabriel anyway, I already knew that. Not when you were with Harry. It was inevitable.”
“You think so?” Ginny asked as Mrs Weasley placed a mug in front of her.
“Even when you two were not together, before Harry left, you always were kind of together. You’re drawn to each other naturally, always have been.”
Ginny looked at her mum in surprise.
“Yes, I knew perfectly well what was going on after the Battle while you helped the Ministry clean up the remaining Death Eaters.”
Ginny glanced at Harry with a smile. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Not my business. It was a complicated time.”
Ginny nodded. “It was.”
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“It’s been a year,” Harry said to Ginny around mid-May, who sat atop his stomach.
“What a year it’s been,” she said. “I guess that makes it our anniversary.”
“I guess it does.” His hands curled around her hips. “How do you want to celebrate?”
She glanced down at him. “I mean…” She cocked her head.
“Anything else?” he asked.
“Nope.” She bent down and started kissing her way down. She started on his jaw, then his neck, collarbone and chest. She loved Harry’s little hums of appreciation. “Any way you want to celebrate?”
“Treacle tart.”
Ginny looked up. “Okay.”
Harry grinned at her. “You’re treacle tart, darling. I was playing, do continue.”
Ginny softly bit into the skin of his stomach and then sucked on the spot, determined to leave a hickey.
“Marking me as yours again, are we?” he commented, his hand running through her hair.
“You’re mine.” Ginny kissed his inner thigh and his breath hitched.
“You know what we should do in the coming year?” Harry said suddenly.
“Tell me.”
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Ginny pulled her shirt on as she talked. “So we have about five more stops to do and then we go home .”
“I think it’s time,” Harry said as he watched her get dressed.
“For what?” she asked, pausing to look at him.
“Pregnancy test, sweetheart,” Harry said with a smile while raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, you think so?” she asked.
He nodded. “Your boobs are… bigger. I am pretty convinced at this point that you are pregnant.”
She glanced inside her shirt and looked. “What month are we?”
“February.”
Her head shot up. She tried to recall the last time she had her period. She went into her bag to retrieve the muggle test they had picked up. “Well, I don’t think we need the test then, I don’t think I have had my period since before Christmas.” She took out the test. “Be right back.”
She held onto the test and crawled into bed again with Harry, making herself the little spoon. Harry put his arm around her. She held up the test and looked at it intensely.
“It needs a few minutes, glaring at it won’t make it go any faster,” he commented.
“If this turns out positive, it will be just like we planned, we can get settled into our own place and then get ready for the baby,” she said excitedly.
“It will be positive, I just know,” Harry murmured, kissing her cheek. “So before Christmas, that’s three months already.”
“That would be my best guess,” Ginny said. “Oh, it’s coming in.”
They fell silent as the lines coloured in. Ginny grinned and turned around in Harry’s arms. “We are having a baby.”
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The first of May came around, five years after the end of the war. Ginny and Harry landed in the garden of the Burrow with Mambo.
Harry steadied Ginny. “You good?”
“Alright, darling. Let’s go.”
Together they walked into the house with excitement.
“Mum? Dad?” Ginny let out.
She could hear noise in the living room and her dad walked into the kitchen.
“Ginny!”
“Hi, dad. You can’t hug me yet, I’m holding a little surprise,” she said, peeking from behind Harry. She really didn’t want to spoil the surprise.
“Molly, Ginny is here!” Mr Weasley called. He looked at her. “How are you?”
“Splendid,” she told him.
Mrs Weasley could be heard coming down the stairs. Mr Weasley intercepted her before she could go hug Ginny.
“They said they had a surprise,” Mr Weasley explained.
“I didn’t expect you home, especially since tomorrow…” Mrs Weasley trailed off. They all knew what tomorrow was.
“We’re coming home, for good, less travelling,” Harry said.
“Oh!” Mrs Weasley said excitedly. “Is that the surprise?”
Harry grinned. “No.” He stepped out of the way.
Ginny stepped forward, opening her poncho that acted as an extra layer to hide it and showed off her 6-month bump. “Surprise!”
Then the hugs came and the tears.
“So you are really staying?” Mrs Weasley asked as they sat at the table, drinking tea
“Yes, we will still travel some but we will be home the majority of the time. You’ll get sick of seeing me,” Ginny said, feeling a little tearful.
“Never, that will never happen,” her dad said.
“Actually we were wondering if we could stay here for a few weeks until we find a place for ourselves.”
“Of course, you can stay as long as you like,” Mrs Weasley said. “So do you have plans of getting married as well?”
She looked at Harry and back at her parents. “How do I put this…”
“Ginny.”
“We will get officially married at some point… we have more or less already been married five times. We discovered so many different wedding customs, you would not believe,” she said with a chuckle.
"Married?"
"Well, not legally, but yes. The first time was an accident."
Harry smiled at her. “We could have backed out of that one if we really wanted to, I guess.”
Ginny nodded. “Could have.”
“Are you going to the memorial with us tomorrow?” Mr Weasley asked.
“Yes. I think it’s time,” Harry said.
Ginny took his hand and squeezed it.
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the fiorello post
@a-tired-bass asked about my Thoughts on this guy yesterday so i figured i might as well make an entire post about The Trials and Tribulations of Fiorello Operacharacter (who shows up only briefly in the barber of seville and then disappears), The Personality I Decided to Give Him, and then My Silly Attempts At Operatic Matchmaker Because The Composers Are Dead And Cannot Stop Me.
SO (for those unaware) fiorello is count almaviva's servant who appears at the very start of the barber of seville and then dips like fairly immediately afterward. given the count tasked him with what is a relatively pretty weighty mission (corral the townspeople into helping him woo the girl) and brought fiorello along w/ him to seville in the first place, we can get the sense fiorello is a pretty high-ranking servant, if not the count's head servant. usually, fiorello isn't ever seen or mentioned after the first ten minutes, and his absence carries into the marriage of figaro (which makes sense, as fiorello doesn't exist in the figaro plays and thus wouldn't have been around before rossini's barber of seville premiered).
fiorello's entire appearance is very weird. such a character didn't exist in the original play barber is based on, and there doesn't seem to be a reason for why he'd need to be there and after he leaves, he's never seen again. HOWEVER, if we go look at the original libretto in its entirety, we find that fiorello DOES in fact reappear in a very short, frequently-cut scene! in which he points out how badly his boss treats him and resolves to eventually leave. (this scene is super rare to find and is nearly always cut- although it remains intact in the ponnelle film version, which you can see below at around the 41 minute mark:)
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and THERE'S the character's true purpose: to foreshadow that the count is, in reality, kind of a shitty guy (as we'll come to see in the marriage of figaro) AND to set up the idea that the count will be in need of a new head servant. fiorello is a continuity point for those who had seen mozart's opera, similar to marcellina/berta's aria that sets up the dilemma she eventually faces in marriage of figaro.
outside of this little spot at the top of barber, fiorello has made other occasional appearances in the figaro-verse. he appears in one of the versions of the fanmade figaro play the two figaros (remember the two figaros? well don’t it’s not that good) as one of the count’s other servants. he appears in this one weird loose adaptation of the barber of seville, which gives him a particularly interesting charcater detail: fiorello actively looks down on figaro and resents him until figaro convinces him into allyship:
then there’s the weird covent garden marriage of figaro from the early 19th century, from back in the day when opera translations were incredibly loose and therefore often changed the plot (this is where we also got the berlin don giovanni where ottavio Fucking Dies and the scandinavian love triangle magic flute i heard about once and never again). among other things the marcellina subplot is erased, barbarina becomes susanna’s rival, antonio gets an aria, and fiorello becomes figaro and susanna’s close friend who helps them stop the count. try this on for bizarro world size:
over time it seems people have gotten less and less interested in fiorello as a character, and now he’s mostly just a footnote.
anyway, so i took pity on him! and decided to give him a concrete personality.
i used to write a webcomic based on operas (it was bad LOL it is not seeing the light of day ever again) and i was made to reconsider this guy because he showed up in that for continuity's sake. since then i've had fun figuring out what kind of guy fiorello should be. i decided to make him the 'anti-figaro' of sorts, turning a lot of fig's traits on their head in order to set up what fiorello would be like. (i like the idea of fiorello initially resenting figaro and it being hilariously one-sided on his end, so that carries over here.)
here's what i think he's like. primarily he's a silly little guy. he has a gloriously tacky fashion sense and absolutely would be a dandy if he had the money for that kind of thing, but he doesn't, so instead he just embroiders stuff on his coats. he's very kind and patient, although this often turns into complete naïveté and letting others kind of walk on him. (even though he's nice that doesn't mean he's above pettiness. were he a little more socially aware he would love gossip.) fiorello tends to act as though he cares more about social conventions than he actually does. he's also incredibly genuine- the man cannot tell a lie to save his life. he's an extrovert and always eager to please, if a bit of an attention seeker... which makes him a good servant but also annoying to some.
anyway, after figuring all that out, i thought 'that's funny! he and leporello from don giovanni would get along! and they have similar names and are both basses what if they dated. that would be funny. as a joke. funny.' and then unfortunately i i thought about it hard enough that i ended up liking it unironically and now in my heart of hearts sometime after their respective opera plots they find each other and get together.
whatever. cringe but free. and that's the story of how i adopted this guy who has like 11 lines in the opera and no friends.
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The start of something new
Summary: Had this idea of Fred starting to date a muggle girl. Thinking about making it into parts 🥰
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Y/n glanced up at the clock above the door to the bar she worked in. A quarter after 9. She then looked around the dimly lit, crowded room. No flash of red hair in sight.
Her heart sank, and she wasn’t sure why she kept getting her hopes up. It had been over a month now since the cute, tall, red headed boy had been back in after coming in every Saturday night right at 9 for months.
She hadn’t been able to quite put her finger on why she was so drawn to him. He was handsome, yes, and very funny. But she didn’t exactly know him very well, and yet she still felt that they had a spark between them. Every night that he would come in, he’d make sure to catch her attention and tell her jokes or show her “magic tricks” in between her serving other customers. A few times she had sat and had a few drinks with him and his twin brother after her shift ended, but he had never made a move on her. Y/n had decided the next time she saw him, she’d make the first move. Unfortunately he hadn’t been in since.
Sighing, she thought to herself that he must have found someone else- a reason, to keep him from bars on Saturday nights. To keep him from her.
“Hey, y/n, can you grab me some more glasses out of the kitchen please?” Y/N’s coworker called from the other side of the bar, filling the last cup with beer and handing it to the guy in front of her.
“Sure,” she replied breaking out of her thoughts and turning to go get the glasses.
Walking out of the kitchen, she was so startled to see Fred sitting at the bar she almost dropped all of the glasses in her hands. Composing herself, she put the glasses back in their designated spot and walked over to where Fred was sitting.
He was looking around the room, and like he had felt her presence he looked up into the girls face and smiled. “Hello, love.”
“Hey there, stranger.” She replied smiling back at him.
He raised his eyebrows at her, “ah, so you’ve noticed my absence hmm?”
“I have to admit you’re a hard person not to miss. What are you having tonight?” Fred always tried new things every time he came in.
“Do you remember that one I got last time? I really liked it.”
Y/n reached under the counter and began pulling out the ingredients for his drink.
“You really do pay attention to me don’t you?” Fred asked grinning.
She felt her cheeks get hot, a little embarrassed to be called out. If he only knew.
“I’ll take two of whatever he’s having.” George said sitting in the seat beside Fred, saving y/n from having to come up with a reply. “Need you to come be my wingman, mate. Just started talking with that pretty blonde over there. Told her I’d get us some drinks.” He then said to Fred.
“Come on, Georgie, I told you I wanted to come here to see y/n.” Fred whispered, barely loud enough for y/n to hear.
Hearing that Fred wanted to see her and the promise she had made with herself to make a move the next time she saw him gave her the courage she needed. Handing them their drinks she looked at Fred and said, “I get off in two hours. Wait on me? I’d love to actually spend some time together out of this place.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds great!” Fred said, and it was his turn for his cheeks to redden. He hadn’t meant for her to hear his whisper to George.
As the two stood up to go find the girl George had met, y/n said, “wait a sec.” And poured Tequila in a shot glass and handed it to George. “Liquid courage.” She said laughing.
He raised the glass and said, “cheers!” Before downing it.
She watched the two turn and disappear into the crowd of people, before they were completely out of view, y/n saw George clap Fred on the back and heard him yell, “way to go, mate!”
Two hours later, y/n clocked out and went to search for Fred. She found him leaning on the wall alone in the front of the bar sipping his drink.
When he spotted her he smiled his perfect smile that sent butterflies fluttering in y/n’s stomach.
“Where’s George?” She asked looking around to see where his brother had went.
Fred laughed, “he went home with the blonde about thirty minutes ago.”
“Good for him. So… do you want to get out of here?” She asked nervously.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Fred said sitting his drink down on a nearby table and holding out his arm for y/n to take.
She took his arm and together they walked out of the bar and into the street.
“Alright, where to my lady? I’m not to familiar with the area, so I’m in your hands.” Fred said giving her a smirk.
“My apartment isn’t too far from here. We can go there. So if you aren’t too familiar with the area, how come you’ve come to the bar so often?” She questioned.
Fred’s cheeks turned pink and they walked down the sidewalk for a few minutes before he answered, “My family doesn’t live too far from here either, but we never really came over here to do any shopping. You know George and I like to have a good time and when we came of age we thought we’d check out the bar. And… after meeting you, I wanted to keep coming back.”
At Fred’s confession she tucked herself closer into him, and held on tighter to his arm. She made him feel so comfortable. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in quite a long time.
“So where have you been lately? I started to wonder if another girl had snatched you up or something.”
This got a loud laugh out of him, and y/n loved the sound of it. Loved even more that she had caused it, like he had made her laugh so many times before. “Nah. Sorry it’s been so long. George and I have been really busy opening up our shop. This is the first night out we’ve allowed ourselves to have.”
“Oh you opened a shop?! That’s awesome. What kind?”
“It’s a joke shop.”
“Of course it is. That’s perfect for you two. Where’s it at?”
“A little place near London.”
“I’d love to see it sometime. I love all your magic tricks you’ve shown me.”
Y/n thought she saw a glint of amusement in his eyes as he replied, “there’s more where that came from.”
“Here’s my apartment building.” She said gesturing to the tall building they had stopped in front.
She made her way into the building with Fred following behind her. They went up the elevator and to the third floor, where they stopped at a door labeled number 34 and y/n pulled her keys out of her pocket and unlocked her door.
Y/n sat her things down on her kitchen counter and watched as Fred looked around her small apartment.
“It’s not much..”
“I think it’s nice, very cozy.” Fred smiled at her and picked up one of the many candles she had strewn across her work station to smell it. “You make these?”
“Yeah,” she replied walking over to him, “just a hobby of mine.”
“Which one’s your favorite?”
“This one.” She said walking over to her living room and picking up the candle on her coffee table. Fred followed her and she offered it to him to smell.
“Vanilla. And something else?” He asked.
She nodded, “and brown sugar. It’s my favorite smell. I use it for everything. Some candles, lotion, soaps.”
“I like it.” He smiled and set it back down on the table.
“Sit down.” She said gesturing to the couch, and he did. “Want something to drink?”
“Sure. Whatever you’re having.”
Y/n disappeared into her kitchen and a few minutes later return with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Sitting down beside him, closer than she had meant to- but glad that she did, she poured them both a glass.
The two talked and drank well into the night. They talked about their families and friends, work, their dreams, and even past relationships. The two were so comfortable with each other that it felt like they had known each other their whole lives.
At some point the pair had laid a blanket and pillows in the floor in front of y/n’s fireplace to lay on. Y/n now had her head resting on Fred’s chest and she was laughing so hard at the story he had just told her about the time he and George had pulled a prank on their younger brother. Fred couldn’t help but reveling in how good this felt. To be laying here with the girl of his dreams. He ran his fingers through her hair, which was soothing to her. She had closed her eyes and her breathing had started to steady, like she was about to fall asleep. And then Fred began to come back to reality. This beautiful girl didn’t know he was a wizard. She thought his magic tricks were just that. Tricks. What would she think if he told her the truth? And it wouldn’t be fair to her to keep this going in the direction it was heading without telling her the truth.
“Y/n?” He said gently.
“Hmm?” She replied not moving or opening her eyes.
“It’s getting late, and you’re tired. I think I should head home.”
She opened her eyes now and sat up, “you could stay.. if you want to.”
He leaned up on his elbow, brought his other hand up to brush her cheek and smiled at her. “As much as I would love that, we’ve both had a lot to drink. I think next time would be better.”
“So there will be a next time?” She asked raising her eyebrows at him and bringing her hand up to touch his on her face.
In response, Fred sat up and brought his lips gently to hers. His lips were softer than she would have imagined, the kiss was sweet and he tasted and smelt like cinnamon, but it was over far too soon. He broke away first and her eyes fluttered open as she felt his thumb brush across her bottom lip.
“I’ll see you again.” He said as he stood up and grabbed her hands to help her up too.
They walked hand and hand to the door and when they reached it y/n put her hand on his cheek now and looked into his eyes. “Don’t stay away so long this time.”
“I promise.” He answered. And they kissed again. Much more passionate this time. She slightly opened her mouth, inviting his tongue inside. He broke away first again and leaned his forehead against hers and started to laugh. “I have to go now or I never will.”
She laughed too. He finally let go of her and turned to walk out of the door.
“Wait, before you go..” she said walking to her kitchen counter and grabbing a pen and paper. He watched as she hurriedly scribbled on it before walking back to him and placing it in his hand. “My number, so you can text me.”
***
The next morning Fred overslept and he hurried to throw some clothes out and went to join George in their workshop.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty. I take it your date went well?” George said as he heard his brother enter the room.
“Went bloody brilliant. I shouldn’t have went.” Fred said slumping down in his chair and running his hand down his face.
George turned to look at him now, “you know that makes no sense right?”
“She gave me her phone number to text her, George. I’ve never even used a phone. We’re from two different worlds. It won’t work.”
“Wizards and muggles get together all the time mate, what are you talking about? Plus you said she seemed really open minded.”
“Still. With You-Know-Who back and us being in the Order, I’d just be putting her in danger.”
“She’s in danger either way, Freddie. All I’m saying is, this is showing me life is too short to not do what you want.”
“Yeah. Well anyways I figured out what we could do with that amortentia since we didn’t want to sell it as a full on love potion.”
Realizing that Fred didn’t want to continue the conversation George sighed in defeat. “Okay. What?”
Fred took out his wand and materialized everything he had seen in y/n’s apartment to make candles.
“We can put some in candles. And then you’ll have the smell of whatever attracts you.”
“That’s brilliant, mate! Let’s get to work.” George said clapping Fred on the back.
The two got to work and when the first candle was made George handed it to Fred and said, “Well, does it work? What’s it smell like to you?”
Fred brought the candle to his nose and sniffed. It took him a minute to figure out all the smells and laughed when he realized.
“Well?” George asked.
“Oh it works. I smell pumpkin pasties, fireworks, and vanilla brown sugar.”
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Hi! Can I request Yamichar for "Touch Me Like You Do" with prompt 18, please?
Hiya anon! Of course you can request this, now this is the SFW version, and the 18+ version is HERE (MINORS DNI), and I hope you enjoy~!
Word Count: 1,548 (Original Word Count: 2,895)
Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of "Romantic Moments", SFW
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Yami quietly made his way to the meeting room at the Magic Knight Headquarters, he wasn’t sure why he decided today would be the day he showed up early to a meeting, but it was. He slowly came upon the meeting room, and eventually pushed the door open, when his eyebrows shot up in surprise to see who was on the other side.
“ Prickly Princess?” He asked when he saw Charlotte Roselei sitting in her seat with her head in her hands, her head shot up and looked at him with surprise on her face.
“ Yami? What’re you doing here so early?” She asked, the surprise on her face bleeding into her voice, Yami closed the door behind him and walked over to where she was sitting. He placed one hand onto the table and the other on the back of her chair.
“ Well, I thought I would take a page outta braid boy and hard nose’s book and show up early for once,” Yami answered simply and with a small shrug. “ But, what’re you doing here so early? Usually you like to have a cup or two of tea before coming here.” He added curiously, and he watched her blush a bit before she let out a soft sigh.
“ I needed somewhere quiet to think, somewhere I wouldn’t be bothered by my girls,” She admitted softly as she put her hands down onto the table. Yami frowned a bit and tilted his head in confusion.
“ What? Are your girls bothering you or something?” He asked, he knew her squad members could be a little…pushy when it came to Charlotte’s life, but he also knew they only had good intentions.
“ No, yes, well, kind of,” Charlotte sighed in frustration. “ It’s just that…what happened last night has been weighing on my mind and… don’t know.” She added as she leaned back in her chair and pinched the bridge of her nose, he frowned a bit more before the memory of the night before popped into his mind.
Yami and Charlotte had just gotten back from one of their weekly dates, and as he was telling her goodnight, Charlotte stopped him and asked if he would stay with her. He remembered agreeing before she pulled him into a kiss, and just as they were about to enter her room to continue what they were doing, they heard someone shout for Charlotte.
It had been a couple of her squad mates.
The two had jumped apart and tried to compose themselves as the girls apologized for interrupting, but she and Yami waved the apologies away. The mood was lost, so Yami gave her another kiss tonight and promised they would pick up where they left off another time.
“ Is it because we were interrupted last night? I told you I’d make it up to you.” Yami said, and he watched her nod in agreement.
“ I know, and it isn’t just about what happened last night,” She began with another sigh as she looked up at him. “ It seems like anytime we try to have a romantic moment together, we’re always interrupted. Whether it’s at my Headquarters or your Hideout. It’s like they all have this sixth sense and something in their brain tells them ‘oh, looks like the Captains are having a moment, maybe we should go and interrupt them!’. It’s just so frustrating!” Charlotte exclaimed in exasperation as she put her head in her hands again.
She had a point. It had been a while since they were able to have a romantic moment together, and anytime they were even close to having one somebody or something came up, and it would automatically kill the mood between them. He almost chuckled, perhaps their squad members did have a sixth sense.
Yami suddenly looked around the meeting room. They were completely alone in here, and he didn’t sense anyone else’s Ki nearby. So maybe…?
“ What if we pick up where we left off last night here?” He asked, and he saw Charlotte snap her head up and turn it in his direction. He turned to face her and saw her face was as red as a tomato.
“ H-Here? In the meeting room?!” She asked in surprise and Yami shrugged.
“ Why not? We’re the only ones here, and will be for a while, and there isn’t anyone in the area that’ll bother us. So why not?” He asked, he watched her blue eyes search his grey ones, his tone was serious, but there was a softness to it, he didn’t want her to feel pressured into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with.
Charlotte turned away from him as she got lost in thought. He had a point, this was a good opportunity, but it was also embarrassing. What if they got too caught up in the moment and someone walked in? Or how would she be able to look the others in the eye during a meeting when she would know what they did in here, on the meeting table? Her face turned even brighter red at the thought.
Suddenly she felt Yami pat the top of her head, making her look up at him, he had a gentle and warm smile on his face.
“ It’s alright, Prickly Princess,” He began softly as he continued patting her head. “ It is a crazy idea, and I pretty risky, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have suggested it. We can just wait until tonight, when you come by the Hideout.” He added as he moved away from her and began to go towards the door, and Charlotte quickly jumped up, surprising them both.
If any other man had said those words to her, she would take it as a guilt trip, but because it was Yami…she didn’t get that feeling from his words. He never did or said anything that made her uncomfortable, especially during romantic moments, he always followed her words and her lead. And always made sure she was safe and comfortable, even at his own expense.
“ I…I don’t want to wait until tonight!” She suddenly exclaimed, her face still red, and she had her eyes closed. “ It feels like we’re always waiting and being patient because of this, that, and other reasons. And I’m tired of waiting and being patient.” She added as her fists clenched at her sides.
“ I want to do this…and I want to do this now, with you,” She finished softly, and she opened her eyes as she heard Yami walked toward her.
“ Charlotte, you don’t have to force yourself to do this,” Yami told her softly as he put his hands on her shoulders. “ We can just wait-.”
“ I already told you, I’m tired of waiting, and this might be our only chance to be alone together, so I don’t want to waste it.” She told him firmly, and Yami noticed her eyes held a seriousness to them. “ But, if we do this, I have one condition.”
“ We do it in there,” She suddenly pointed, and Yami followed her finger and blinked a bit.
“ Uh, that’s a broom closet.”
“ It is.”
“ It’s gonna be a tight fit with the two of us in their y’know?” He pointed out, and she grinned a bit while giving a slight shrug.
“ We’ll make it work, and while it may be a broom closet, we’ll have a lot more privacy in there than out here. And…it’ll be less embarrassing.” She muttered, at least if they did that in the closet instead of out here, she would be able to face the other Captains calmly during meetings.
“ So what do you say? Is that…alright?” She asked as he turned back to look at her, Yami nodded.
“ That’s fine with me,” He agreed with a smile as he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. “ As long as you’re sure.”
“ I’m sure,” She assured him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her to deepen the kiss.
The two made their way to the broom closet that was on the other side of the room, their lips only parting until they made it to the other side of the room. Once they were outside the broom closet, Yami pulled Charlotte into another passionate kiss as he opened the door and close it firmly behind him.
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Later
Yami and Charlotte sat quietly beside each other during the meeting, their faces appearing calm and collected on the outside. But on the inside, Charlotte was a mess as her mind kept going back to what they did inside the closet. And his words of ‘’Shh, We’ll get caught”, repeated over and over in her head.
Yami was smoking his second cigarette, his mind also going back to the closet. He already smoked one cigarette right after they left the closet, and then as his mind drifted during the meeting, he felt like he needed another.
The couple glanced at each other out of the corner of their eyes, and faint blushes appeared on their cheeks. Even though they were both a little embarrassed that they hadn’t been able to wait until later that evening, they didn’t regret what they did, although they did feel bad for the custodian.
They would have a big mess to clean up in the closet.
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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!
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Join in the Slime
By: Symphopan
[Recording Start]
Pan: Ok it's on. *Ahem* So this is Pan documenting Incident: 0508. Class: Crystal grab. Subject is Ms. Tess Ashton, previously Ted Ashton.
Tess: Come on! Let me out please.
Pan: Beginning report. About 3 weeks ago, I detected a high reality surge from one of the worlds. After tracking it, I discovered that a Reality Crystal had been uncovered but had been used. So I went down there to see what happened. That's when I ran into Ted and a group of his friends.
Tess: I know you can hear me.
Pan: *Sigh* The Group had found it by pure happenstance. They didn’t really seem to know what they had in their possession. After a bit one of them did figure out what it could do after accidentally blasting a wall. They then took turns seeing what else the Crystal could do, some changed into animal hybrids, others gave themselves “cool” magic weapons or powers. That’s when I’d decided to step in.
Tess: Don’t you wanna be like them.
Pan: They regained composer form seeing a bipedal talking panda, but they refused to give up the Crystal. Before I could just take it, they gave the Crystal to Ted, stood in front of him, and got ready to fight me. Not wanting to overdo it on some people having fun, began to take them down one by one. Once it was just Ted left, they asked him to do something. And from here it is best if you hear it from her.
Tess: Why don’t become slime, I’m sure you’ll like it.
Pan: Please. If you’ll just give your statement. The Quicker we get through this, the sooner you and Cam can be together.
Tess: OH! Ok where do I start?
Pan: When you first use the Crystal.
Tess: Well when everyone was asking for my help, the Crystal started glowing. I looked into it and saw a glimpse of the powers I could have. I did what they had done and focused on the crystal. Once I closed my eyes and opened them again, I was greeted by a void. I could hear a voice around me, it sounded like mine but higher pitched, and more feminine. It was saying things like, “I know what you crave. What power you want. Are you not tired of being so passive? Don’t you want to be noticed by all, by him.” And it was right. I did.
Pan: That all lines up with what normally happens during some Reality Awakenings. The void, voice, even the promise of power.
Tess: Is that what you call it? Well after trying to find the voice, I turned to face a girl made completely out of what looked like slime. She smiled at me before holding her hand out. When I took it she quickly covered me. After then my vision went dark and when it came back I saw you before being overtaken by a lot of energy. Slowly I started to change. My skin became smoother, my thighs widened and hips pinched inward. Looking at my hands, they started to become daintier and lost a couple of inches of my high. My chest starts to grow out close to a D cup I believe. Then everything felt really weird. I felt very gooey and like everything was moving at all times. The feeling was odd at first but then I began to LOVE it. And wasn’t just the gooey feeling but finally being a girl. Some much was going through my head, happiness, excitement, and the need to share this feeling with others. *Slamming Noise* Much like you.
Pan: *Exasperated Sigh* I’m not letting you out Tess.
Tess: You're already halfway there being part paint yourself, just let me finish you off. Aw come back please. I was just spreading the love.…
(Tess’ voice fades out)
Pan: Tess’ Awakening wasn’t the usual balance of aura color, which was pink and blue, and the black and white that all others have. In her case the white overtook a good 70% of her aura of blue and pink. She became an Flux, an Ascendant one at that. While I don’t think she is as bad as other Flux cases, on either side, she did manage to convert her friend and 60% of her home reality. So I put the world under quarantine, as it seems like they work on some type of hive mind. I currently have Galaxy working on something to break her connection and lessen her need to convert others. Hopefully after that we can convince her to stop, with help from Cam. For now she’ll remain here, though I will say she does seem happier now that she’s like that.
(Door opens)
Robo: (from a distance) Hey Melody… Oh sorry didn’t know you were Pan right now.
Pan: It’s fine. What’s up?
Robo: I need you to come see this.
(Door Closes)
Pan: Well I should see what that is. Report over.
[Recording ends]
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Art by Me.
Robo belongs to @robotkirby12
Galaxy belongs to Sorrowful Succubus
Thanks to @robotkirby12 and Sorrowful Succubus for test reading, and encouraging me.
I hope to write more like this soon.
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The Simple Gift of Flowers (Pandora's Box)- Chapter 6
Main Masterlist - Pandora's Box Masterlist
“Mommy! Daddy!”
Pandora froze as Finny threw himself onto his mother’s lap. Her mother’s lap.
Pandora unconsciously gripped onto Loki’s shirt, trying not to show any emotion. Trying to keep herself from crumpling up on the floor and screaming, because that’s what she wanted to do.
Loki noticed Pandora’s change in demeanor and made the connection between her and Finny. He lightly put his hand on Pandora’s shoulder, attempting to provide silent consolation.
Pandora tried her best to remain calm and composed. She had managed all these years, so why did this bother her so much? Why did it hurt so much?
Pandora locked eyes with her parents as her mother hugged Finny and kissed him on the forehead.
She had never kissed Pandora on the forehead.
Pandora was too wrapped up in her head to notice the sympathetic look from Frigga, and she ignored the sting in her eyes that pleaded for her to shed a tear. She didn’t.
“Oh Finneas, you scared us!” Her mother scolded, holding onto the boy tightly as he returned the embrace. “Don’t ever do something like that again.”
Odin narrowed his eyes at Pandora who stood next to his sons. “Thor, what is she doing out of the dungeon?”
Thor took a step towards the council table where his father sat. “There was an outburst in the cells.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” Odin said, a bit agitated, and Frigga rested her arm on his.
Thor sighed before answering. “Pandora prevented any of the prisoners from getting out.” He explained, glancing towards Finny. “And I believe she saved your son, Madame.”
Pandora’s mother’s eyes widened as Finny sat up in her lap and grinned. “It’s true! She was all like ‘get back in that cell’ and then the prisoners were all like ‘i’m gonna hurt you!’ and she beat them up!” Finny said, enacting some of the scenes.
“Oo! And, she did something really cool to my sword! Look!” Finny pulled out his sword from a strap he had on, showing it to his parents as a gold glowing arrow pointed towards Thor and Loki’s direction.
Her mother scowled and snatched the sword from him, glaring at Pandora. “You should not mess with that, child, it is dangerous.”
Finny frowned and reached for the sword, but his mother kept it out of his reach, passing it to his father. “But-”
“No buts. Now go with your nanny, we have important things to discuss here.” A woman came out of the shadows and took Finny’s hand as he frowned, but didn’t argue.
Finny turned around and gave a small wave to Pandora before he disappeared with the nanny.
As soon as he was gone, Pandora’s mother started up. “How dare you use some sort of your magic on him!”
Pandora tightly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Hello to you too, mother.”
“You-” Pandora’s mother started, but Frigga interrupted her. “Now, Alice, the girl saved your boy. If anything, you should be thanking her, not scolding her.”
Alice looked at Frigga shocked, but held her tongue from further comment. “Now then, dear, why don’t you have a seat.”
Pandora reluctantly moved towards one of the unoccupied seats, and Loki and Thor sat on either side of her.
She could feel the gaze of her parents, but she avoided it. She didn’t think she could handle it. Especially since she had just found out that she had a little brother who seemed to have both of their parent’s approval.
“Well then…” Odin sighed and turned to the council. “Pandora, do you mind explaining to us what happened?”
Pandora hesitated before nodding. “Well, Finny-Finneas wandered down to the cells at some point, and he talked to me for a minute before I suggested he leave before he got himself into trouble. When he went to leave, he tripped some sort of device, which let one of the cells open, and some of the prisoners got out. I ran out of my own cell in between them and the boy.”
Odin furrowed his brows. “So whatever he tripped opened your cell as well?” He asked, but Pandora shook her head.
“Then how did you get out of your cell?” Pandora bit her lip before responding. “I disabled the barrier on my own.”
Eyes widened and hushed whispers were thrown around the table, the court surprised at the knowledge that someone was able to overpower the prison system, existing to keep them safe, of Asgard.
“How?” Odin asked in disbelief. Pandora shrugged. “I can’t explain it. I just did it. It wasn’t that difficult.”
Alice scoffed, but Pandora ignored her.
“Let us go back to that on a separate occasion. What happened after that?” Odin asked, and Pandora’s stare dropped to the surface of the obsidian table.
“I told Finny to go left as I warded some of the fugitives off before meeting back up with him. I then enchanted the sword-” Pandora saw her mother’s breath hitch momentarily. “-which would then lead him to either Thor or Loki. I figured they could help. I continued to fight the fugitives, who somehow had opened other cell blocks, and at some point guards came to help.”
“I see.” Odin paused, scratching his beard. “I heard you were injured, is this true?”
Pandora nodded. “Yes, I did get stabbed in the shoulder. A healer has already seen to it, though.”
Frigga offered a smile to Pandora. “I applaud you for your bravery, dear. It is much appreciated.”
Odin frowned at his wife. “We don’t know-” He started, but Frigga hushed him. “The girl was stabbed, for Valhalla’s sake. And she saved a boy's life. She at least deserves a ‘thank you.’”
But, Odin did not utter a ‘thank you.’ Pandora didn’t care.
“Well then, on another note...” Odin said, shifting his position on his chair. “The council has some questions for you, starting with the obvious question: how did you escape Helheim?”
Pandora didn’t immediately respond. She tried to piece together a response that wasn’t a complete lie, but she wasn’t keen to give the whole story either. “I had help.”
Odin sighed, stroking his beard. “So I’ve heard. Mind being a little more specific for us?”
��I think you know the basics of how I got out, and who exactly helped me.” Pandora drawled. “You’re not that incompetent, I hope.”
Odin’s fist tightened on the table, but he ignored her insult. “Did anyone follow you out?”
Pandora shook her head, crossing her arms. “Nope. I made sure of it. I understood that the person who helped me… would pose an actual threat to the realms.” She said with a sigh as she looked around the table. “I know you all think I'm a monster, but I don’t wish for the downfall of everyone in the nine realms.”
As she spoke, her eyes moved quickly from councilmen to councilmen, eventually making their way to Odin and her parents. “Only some.”
“Well then. I believe this is a good stopping point for today, perhaps we all need to take a break and revisit this later.” Frigga averted, a tight smile spread out across her face.
Pandora wasn’t sure of the time, as there wasn’t an easy way to tell in the cells. She knew that when they arrived on Asgard, it was around mid-day, despite the fact they left Midgard early in the morning. The time between realms was blurred and it was unclear of the time difference, especially since Pandora had fallen apart.
Odin frowned before nodding with a tired sigh. “I suppose the Allmother is right. We have gone for far too long today, along with… recent events to be looked into.” Odin looked to his left, gesturing to the guards. “Guards, please escort Pandora-”
“But Father, she helped the boy down in the cells- it is useless to throw her back down there again!” Thor said, getting up from the table as his father’s eyes widened at Thor’s words.
Loki scowled at Thor and his poor choice of wording before intervening himself. “What Thor meant to say is that Pandora here should not be considered as big of a threat as you have labeled her.”
Loki stood up, gesturing down at Pandora as he continued to speak. “She gave up the chance to escape in order to save the little boy as well as help hold the fugitives at bay until the situation was handled. Additionally, the cells won’t do anything to prevent Pandora from escaping.”
Odin opened his mouth to comment, but closed it again as he appeared to be considering Loki’s words. He glanced over to Pandora before speaking. “Very well. Thor, Loki, lead her to one of the guest quarters. We shall reconvene tomorrow then.”
Some of the council members began to protest, but the look Frigga sent them quickly quieted them and they silently watched as Loki helped Pandora up and led her off with Thor.
Guards did not walk with them, but Pandora could feel the heavy eyes watching her from the guards posted in various places around the castle.
Eventually, the three reached the guest room Pandora would be staying at. “If you need anything, feel free to ask.” Thor said, and Pandora opened the door to the room.
“Thank you.” She said, and Thor went ahead and started walking back the way they came. Loki stood there for a moment, staring at Pandora. “Do you need something?” Pandora asked, and Loki shook his head.
“I’m just- I wanted to make sure you were alright after what happened with…” He trailed off, and Pandora put on a smile.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be alright.” She said, knowing very well that she wasn't alright. Loki nodded before turning around and joining Thor.
Pandora shut the door and took in the room. It was fancy, and much larger than what she was used to. Of course, so was the room she had stayed in at the tower. Pandora was more accustomed to sleeping in tiny rooms with creaky mattresses, or sometimes just on the floor.
Pandora walked into the room’s bathroom, turning on the tub’s faucet. She slowly removed her clothes, and let her box-dyed blue hair down from the space buns she normally had them in.
She stared into the mirror, noting a couple of bruises here and there, accompanied by a few scratches. However, none of the ones she could see hurt her more than the wound in her heart.
When the tub was full, Pandora switched the faucet off and slipped into the tub. She let the warm water engulf her body, leaning her head back.
It had been a long time since she had taken a proper bath. Always on the run, she found herself taking quick showers or bathing in small creeks. Sometimes, she didn’t even get a chance to get clean.
Pandora’s hair pooled around her as she sighed, staring up at the golden patterns on the ceiling.
Even now, in a warm bath, she still didn’t feel completely relaxed. She couldn’t.
But, it was as relaxed as she was going to get, so she had to accept it for now.
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Loki walked up to the guest’s door, knocking firmly. He waited, hearing rustling behind the door, before Pandora opened it.
Instead of Natasha’s clothes, Pandora now wore an Asgardian dress that was a deep bluish-gray color. The dress seemed to be made out of silk, and had an ombre into darker shades as it went down towards the floor. On each of her wrists, she wore a golden cuff bangle that had intricate patterns on it.
“Wow.” Loki breathed, taking her outfit in slowly. Pandora shrugged, pushing a loose strand of hair back into her singular bun that replaced her regular two buns. “I figured, since I’m staying here for the time being anyways, I might as well look the part. Perhaps it will help avoid unnecessary attention.”
Loki smirked, raising his eyebrows. “I don’t know, it might have the opposite effect.” Pandora smiled, looking down. “You’re too kind.” She replied, facetiously.
“In all honesty, you are stunning.” He confessed, and Pandora couldn’t help but blush a little. “Thank you.” She said, rubbing her elbow.
“So, why are you here?” She asked, addressing the fact Loki had knocked in the first place. Loki widened his eyes, remembering his reason for knocking.
“Right.” He said, and Pandora nodded for him to go on. “I was thinking that you might need some fresh air. I can show you to the palace gardens if you would like, maybe that could help clear your mind?”
Pandora nodded, a bit surprised. “Uh, sure.” She said, shuffling in the door frame. “That sounds lovely, actually. I do need to clear my head.”
She backed into the doorway, holding up a finger. “Just give me one second, I need to grab something real quick.” Pandora disappeared behind the doorway for a minute, before reappearing with her dress slightly askew. “Ready.”
Loki escorted her through the hallways and outside into the gardens, Pandora’s dress trailing in the wind behind her. The smell of flowers of every kind filled their noses, along with the fresh, Asgardian air.
They walked through the garden, Loki pointing out several different species of flowers and their significance in Asgardian culture. Pandora wandered over to where dozens of yellow flowers were hanging, reaching out to touch one of them.
Before Pandora could make contact with the flower, Loki grabbed her wrist to stop her. Pandora turned towards him, confused.
“It’s the Angel’s Trumpet.” He explained, but Pandora was still confused. “It’s poisonous. There is magic suppressing anyone from getting sick due to the smell, but it can still be transferred by touch or consumption.”
Pandora nodded, putting her hand back to her side. “I see. Well, it’s probably not a good idea to go touching random flowers, anyway.”
Loki chuckled, and led Pandora around a bush, where a wooden swing hung from a couple of hazel trees. Pandora ran her hands down the rope, checking for any frays, before sitting down on the swing and leaning back slightly. The swing was big enough to sit two, so Loki sat down next to her.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, rocking back and forth in the wind, before Loki looked over at her. “Are you alright?” He asked, and Pandora tilted her head, confused. “What do you mean?”
“Are you feeling okay, it’s been a long day.” He clarified, and Pandora shrugged. “I guess.”
Loki sighed, looking her in the eyes. “You just found out that your parents had another child, one that has a seemingly normal relationship with your parents.” Pandora flicked her gaze to the ground, flexing her foot so that it dragged along the grass as they swung. “You don’t have to lie to me.”
Pandora set her feet on the ground, stopping the swing from moving, but still remained sitting. She turned to Loki, a forced smile on her face. “No. No, I’m not alright.” She said, letting out a sharp laugh. “Would you be alright, if you found out your parents have had another child, after practically disowning you?”
“No.” Loki replied, watching as Pandora took a shaky breath, closing her eyes. “It’s okay to feel sad, or to feel angry. Anyone in your position would be. I’ve been in a similar situation, and I don’t remember feeling much but hurt and rage.”
Pandora felt a single tear escape, but she quickly wiped it off with her hand. “What you cannot do, however, is let your emotions take control of your mind.”
Pandora scoffed, clenching her hand that was holding onto the rope, feeling the slight burn it had on her palm. “Why not? I don’t see how it matters at this point. No matter what I do, everyone will always see me as some monstrous witch.”
“That’s not true.” Loki said, and Pandora rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.” She said, turning away from him as her eyes went to the horizon above the flowers.
“I’m serious.” Loki said, gently taking one of Pandora’s hands into his own. “I understand how you feel.”
“Do you?” Pandora asked, raising her eyebrow. Loki knew she didn’t believe him, and he couldn’t entirely blame her. To be fair, she had only met him yesterday.
Loki nodded, looking down. “Did you know I was adopted?” He asked, looking Pandora in the eyes as she shook her head. “Well, I was, and Odin didn’t tell me.” He said, glancing down. “I wasn’t anything more than a token of false peace between two worlds.”
Pandora considered saying something, perhaps something comforting, but she didn’t. She wasn’t entirely sure why Loki was confiding in her, but she continued to listen.
“Despite my adoption, I was led to believe I had a chance at the throne. In hindsight, it makes sense that I was adopted. Thor was always Odin’s favorite child, no matter how hard I tried to prove my worth.” Loki looked back up at Panora. “I know it’s hard knowing your parents have a loving relationship with Finneas and not you. I know it’s hard being a powerful sorceress who people are afraid of.”
“But none of that makes you a monster. And if people view you as such, and they will, so be it. Ignore them. In the end, it’s your viewing of it that matters, and we both need to accept that.”
Pandora thought about Loki’s words before saying anything. “Do you consider me a monster?” She asked him, tracing her palms with her fingers.
“No.” Loki said, confidently. “In the short time I’ve known you, you’ve done nothing that proves you to be a monster. Quite the opposite, considering you saved a child. So no, I don’t consider you a monster.”
Pandora gave him a small smile, feeling slightly better, before dropping it. “Do you… Do you consider yourself to be a monster?” Loki hesitated, tensing up. “I don’t know…” He trailed off, staring at the ground.
Pandora leaned slightly into his shoulder, following his gaze to the grass. “Well, if it’s any help, I don’t consider you to be a monster either.” Loki smiled a bit, but just then the pair heard footsteps and bushes rustling.
They stood up, Loki conjuring a dagger, while Pandora pulled one out of her bra. Loki scrunched his eyebrows, but ignored it as he focused his attention to the direction of the sound.
Pandora took a step forward, when someone came running from behind the bushes. She held her dagger up, but dropped it to her side when she saw who it was.
“There you are!” Finny said, holding a bundle of flowers in his little fist. Pandora breathed a sigh of relief, and Loki put his dagger away.
“Finny!” She said, smiling. “What are you doing in the gardens?” Pandora asked, and Finny grinned as he held up the flowers he had.
“I picked you some flowers as a ‘thank-you’ for saving me!” He said, handing Pandora the hand-picked bouquet. Pandora opened her mouth to say something, but she was in shock. She wanted to cry, and knew she wasn’t too far off from doing so.
Gaining as much composure as she could, she gave Finny a hug. “Thank you. I love them.” She said, honestly.
When the hug broke apart, Loki raised an eyebrow at the boy. “Did you pick those from my mother’s garden?” He asked, and Finny’s ears turned slightly pink, but he shook his head.
“I would never do such a thing!” He said, waving his hands in defense. “But, I must get going to fight Tooze. He’s been up to no good.” Finny waved to the pair, and Pandora waved back before Finny pulled out his wooden sword and ran off.
“Tooze?” Loki asked, confused. “Whose that?” Pandora laughed, shaking her head. “Tooze is a giant radioactive monster with really big teeth, duh.” She teased, and Loki just shook his head. “Kids.”
Loki looked at the dagger at Pandora’s side, and remembered where she had pulled it from. “Did you really pull that out of your chest?” He asked, and Pandora gave him a half-smirk. “What can I say, it’s convenient.” She said, shrugging as she put it away.
Loki could tell Pandora was on the edge of crying as she looked down at the flowers, and she had already begun to shed a couple of tears. He carefully took the flowers from her hand, and started leading them to her room.
They walked in silence, finally reaching the door to the guest room. Loki opened the door for Pandora, letting her walk over to sit on the bed. Once Pandora was settled, Loki conjured a vase and water for the flowers, mumbling a quick enchantment as he set them atop the vanity.
“Thank you.” Pandora said, softly, as she kicked her shoes off. Loki nodded, beginning to leave the room. “And not just for the vase.” She added, and Loki stopped, looking back at her.
“You're welcome.” He said, offering her a smile. “If you need me, just get one of the guards to notify me.” He quietly shut the door, leaning his head against it. He normally was cold towards others, especially people who he’s just met, but he felt like Pandora needed someone to talk to. And, of course, he couldn’t deny his connection to her life story and its similarities to his own.
On the other side of the door, Pandora lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as her vision began to blur from the tears that she finally let out. She didn’t know what to make of Loki’s kindness, or of Finnys.
For the first time in a long time, Pandora felt a feeling that she thought that she had gotten rid of long ago. She felt vulnerable.
A/N: Yeah so it took longer but also longer chapter and also Loki fluff so IMO it evens itself out.
#loki fanfic#loki#fanfic#marvel#loki fluff#loki friggason#loki laufeyson#i love loki#loki longfic#pandoras box#loki x oc#loki x ofc#loki odinson
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JATP AU: Everlasting musical connection - Chapter 1
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Epilogue
Julie and the Phantoms x Lukanette AU!
I finally progressed with this story! YAY
I loved this show and since there's not going to be a 2nd season, I decided to finish the story myself.
Summary:
Marinette is once again happy making music after the Phantoms (Luka, Juleka and Ivan) joined her band some months ago. But now, the ghosts are running out of time and they'll soon have to cross over... How will Marinette take the unexpected news? What are Luka and Marinette going to do with their secret feelings for each other? Will Felix let them freely go? Could there be a way for them to stay?
AO3
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CHAPTER 1
The three ghosts were sulking after a heated discussion at the garage that used to be their own back when they were alive, many years ago.
Juleka was on the floor, her back resting on the side of the sofa, combing her long hair, just to keep her fingers busy. Ivan was also on the floor, a little further from his bassist bandmate. The drummer's head rested on the table as he tapped it rhythmically with his nails. And finally, Luka was seated on the sofa, his bangs covering his eyes as he strummed the strings of his guitar melancholically, eagerly trying to avoid playing the song in his head without success. A song that made his bandmates share a look of worry. The question Juleka asked him was exactly what he tried to evade.
"Luka… are you sure you don't want to tell her your feelings?"
Luka sighed. "What would be the point, Jules? I'm a ghost. All three of us are! We can't even touch her." He groaned. "Making music together is enough for me. It has to be. Marinette deserves someone better. Someone real."
"Why did you compose that song for her, then? You even recorded it, right?"
"Oh, no. Not you too, Ivan." Luka rolled his eyes, but Ivan’s gaze expressed insistence and worry. "That song is just for her to listen to when we cross over and we're not around anymore. I want her to remember how extraordinary she is and how she and her music shine even when she's on her own, without the band. That's all."
"There's not much time left, Luka. The countdown-" Juleka stood up and showed her brother her wrist, but he looked away. "You should tell her how you feel or you're going to regret it. Tell Marinette-"
"Tell me what?" Marinette suddenly appeared at the door of the garage, arching an eyebrow.
"Marinette!" The Phantoms gasped.
"What's going on here?" She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, both demanding and concerned. Her eyes were fast enough to capture Juleka rushing to hide her hand. "What's on your hand, Juleka? What are you hiding? If you've fallen for another curse I swear I'm going to kill Felix for good this time! I don't care he's a ghost I'll get him and-" Marinette gasped in shock when she saw changing numbers on the bassist's wrist. "What does this mean? Is this…" She searched for answers in her bandmates' eyes. And she found them. "You're going to cross over…? When this countdown reaches zero…? In two days…?" The silence of the Phantoms confirmed. "And you guys didn't tell me!?" Marinette protested. The ghosts avoided her eyes, ashamed and guilty. The 'lifer' girl's frustration turned to anger and worry. "What happened? And since when did you know!?"
"You probably wouldn't believe it even if we told you…" Marinette showed a challenging look, so Luka continued. "Three days ago, three magical creatures appeared in front of us- a snake, an ox, and a tiger. They told us they were Gods and that they would protect us as much as they could, but that, without a miracle or a box or something supposedly magical we couldn’t really understand, they ran out of time and couldn't keep us in this world for much longer… They apologized and said the only thing they could do for us was show us the countdown of the time we have left, and they disappeared before we could ask them anything else…" Marinette furroweded her eyebrows, silent. "See? You don't believe it. Of course not-"
"That's not it!" Marinette yelled. "Tiny Gods that look like animals? Sounds crazy, but I would have believed you if you had told me! Especially when you being here, ‘existing after death,’ is already crazy!"
"She has a point…" Juleka admitted discreetly to herself.
"How could you hide this from me!? Did you want to disappear without saying goodbye?" Her fists clenched.
"I'm sorry, Marinette… it's just that… it's too hard for me- for us," Luka corrected himself, "to say goodbye. This band we have with you, 'Marinette and the Phantoms,' means everything to us. It makes us feel alive again- it gives us- our existence- a meaning" Luka's voice broke for a moment, while Marinette started tearing up. "We don't want to leave, Marinette… and if there was any way to stay we would do anything to, trust me."
"No! I trusted you and you hid this from me! You promised! All of you promised! I thought-" She trembled. "I'm so stupid! I should have expected this." She started bawling, unsuccessfully drying her unstoppable tears with her sleeves. She gazed at Luka for a moment, but his eyes were focused on the unknown CD on the table, avoiding watching her painfully falling tears. Hurt, Marinette turned her back on them. "I don't want you to leave… I don't want you to disappear… I don't want to play music ever again if it's not with you!"
"Don't say that, Marinette!" The Phantoms gasped and Luka stood up from the sofa, his guitar falling on the floor when he stretched his hand to reach Marinette, but she had already started running away. "Marinette!"
Luka let his weight fall back where he was previously seated, leaned his head back, and sighed. "Just great…"
"I told you we should have told her, but you guys never listen to me..." Ivan shrugged. Juleka sighed deeply and Luka narrowed his eyes at him.
"I know, you're right," Luka admitted with a sigh. "We should have told her. I should have known better after everything we've gone through with Felix and his curses… Now she's probably bawling her eyes out in her room. But what else can we do? We don't have a choice… I don't want to see her sad anymore..."
"You know we can go into her room anytime, right? Privileges of being a ghost..."
"Not the best time, Juleka…" Luka sighed. "But thanks. I'm glad to have you both with me. You're the best friends I could ever ask for." Juleka and Ivan smiled back at Luka and approached to give him a hug he appreciated. "Let's write her a letter to apologize?"
"Lu, your handwriting sucks, you know? Let's compose a song for her instead."
"I agree with Juleka. Songs are more our thing."
"Yeah… I guess you're right." Luka chuckled at his teasingly smiling bandmates. "Get to your instruments, we're going to compose the best song ever! For Marinette!"
"Yes! Let's do this!"
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"Alya…" With her face sinking in the pillow of her bed, Marinette's cry sounded more like a mumble. "You were right. Absolutely right. I'm stupid. I should have listened to you when you told me how stupid I was for falling in love with Luka. He's a ghost! Of course it could have never worked! Of course he was going to cross over and disappear forever, leaving me behind, all heartbroken! It was too beautiful to be real! Too perfect to be real! Stupid, stupid me!"
"Woah, woah, girl- What's going on? Don't tell me you confessed to Luka?" Alya exclaimed through the phone. "Hold on, you gotta tell me everything! Stay where you are, I'm coming!"
"No, don't! I just need to vent and cry my eyes out- and then go back and apologize to the guys, because I should be happy they're finally going to cross over and go back where they should be instead of being selfish, wishing for them to stay here with me... Especially after everything they've been through with Felix and XY and also when they are-" she sniffed, "never coming again and leaving me all alone here and-" She started bawling again. "Alya… I don't want to make music ever again if it's not with Luka- with them… I can't-"
"Wait wait wait! Stop, Marinette! Don’t say that! You’re insanely talented, you can do amazing on your own! You have a very beautiful voice,” Alya said on the other end of the line. "Besides, you already stopped music once and you managed to get back at it stronger than ever. It will be ok, you'll see"
"That's only because Luka and the rest were there for me… without them- without Luka…” A hiccup interrupted her. “I really love him, Alya. He's the reason I can compose and enjoy music this much again. Everything related to music brings me memories of Luka and the band… But once they're gone, music will only remind me of my broken heart. Just like it was before, when I lost Mom..."
“Marinette… I warned you about Luka," Alya empathized. "I knew this was coming. I didn’t want you to get hurt…"
"I know…" Marinette sniffed.
"Hold on, I'm coming. Don't hang up, ok?" There was the sound of a door closing. "Do you want me to bring something? Your favorite chewing candy? Gummies? Marshmallows?" Marinette affirmed with a nasal voice. "Anything else? Chocolates, perhaps?"
"Lots of chocolates."
Alya smiled sympathetically as she rode her bike towards her best friend's house.
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Hey remember several months ago when I was like "hey, WIP Wednesday?" and you all said yes? Well it's a Thursday, but here's a VERY late WIP Wednesday with my current WIP and hopefully it'll get me to actually finish it soon!
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Lorna finds her on top of the cliff in the dark. There’s a small fire lit, providing both guiding light and ominous shadows as Lorna lands, a quiet rustle of the grass signifying her arrival.
“I’m not letting you jump again,” she says, taking a seat next to the other woman.
“I’m not going to.” Terry replies, but instead of her usual temper she just sounds tired. “Just needed t’ think is all.”
Lorna nods slowly, looking out at the ocean that stretches on for miles before leaning against her friend and resting her head on her shoulder. “Do you….do you miss her?”
Terry shakes her head and some of her hair falls in Lorna’s face, it smells of sea salt and grapefruit and home- she can’t bring herself to mind.
“I was her Lorna.” Terry says softly. “It’s not- it was always me. That’s how it works.”
“Then why-“ - why did you keep trying to kill yourself? She wants to ask. She wants to scream. She wants to grab Terry by the shoulders and shake her, demanding answers.
“I missed Sean.” Comes the whispered response.
Lorna knows better than to ask which one.
“Why…..why did you do it? She said…something about me shaking apart the earth?”
Terry breathes deeply, holding her breath until she can’t anymore and then exhaling with a sigh. “The world was breaking down.”
“What’s the difference?” Lorna asks, finally turning to look at her.
Terry won’t meet her eye. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know, Lorna. Not right before you leave for New York.”
“Terry-“
“Just don’t worry about it. It’s over, you’re fine now.”
“Yeah the world’s real safe,” Lorna grouses, rolling her eyes.
Terry ducks her head down, inspecting the pebbles in front of her. “It’s not,” she whispers, “you’re not safe.”
“This isn’t about me.” Lorna says, fighting the urge to get up and pace. It can’t be.
Terry doesn’t say anything, merely worries a piece of granular limestone between her fingers.
Lorna stares at her, almost daring her to meet her eye. “Oh come on Terry, this isn’t about me.”
“Of course it is.” She snaps back. “Who else would it be about?”
and then from later on in the fic
“Maybe we should make use of a bed this time.” Lorna whispers. “And then some other time we can see if that fancy magic rock you told me about really does scream or if it’ll just be you.”
Terry’s face goes bright red, and she takes a moment to compose herself. “Your room at the Boneyard’s closest.”
“Let me fly us.” Lorna mumbles, leaning up for a soft kiss. “I think JP’s watching something in the living room and I don’t want questions…just yet.”
Terry nods and lets Lorna float them into the air, holding onto her tighter. “You sure know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”
Lorna huffs a laugh through her nose as she flies them towards her room. “Are you going to be like this the whole time?”
“Until I find a better use for my mouth.” Terry says with a wink.
Lorna hopes her face doesn’t look too panicked as she gently sets Terry down on the balcony, using her free hand to push the doors open. “Behave yourself.”
“Yes yes, not touching the rock samples. I’m not interested in those right now.” Terry said, crowding Lorna towards the bed. “Come to bed with me Lorna.”
Lorna snorts. “It’s my bed you weirdo.”
“Mhmmm.” Terry hums, sending vibrations running pleasantly down Lorna’s spine. “And come to bed with me in it.”
Lorna laughs through her nose, but goes where Terry guides her, falling onto her bed with a soft sound of surprise. “I’ve never…with a woman before.”
“That’s okay,” Terry murmurs, kissing her again. “I’ve got you.”
“You always do.” Lorna replies breathlessly as Terry starts kissing her neck again.
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Wizard101 Backstory Stuff
“Isador?”
The question was simple but it felt like it carried the weight of decades with it. In the cold grave yard, Geniveive stood and braced herself against the ancient oaken wand. The formerly Nameless Knight stood in front of her with a confused look on his face. Almost as if, after the urge for battle, he was truly seeing for the first time.
She adjusted her cowl for a moment and pulled it back from her face. “No…My name isn’t Isador..” She begun quietly before adjusting her stance. “Why do you ask?” She asked, studying the ghostly figure in front of her.
This wasn’t the first time that she had spoken to spectres and spirits. She was almost an expert after her trip through Dragonspyre. The man in front of her looked troubled and concerned, trying to figure out a way to word his response to her.
Malory recongized the face and smile almost right away. It was hers which pierced deep into his heart.
His dear sweet Isador.
“Sorry..” He begun quietly, “You reminded me of someone..”
The morning was quiet as Malory was busy with his duties. It was only when the silence got too much for him that he realized that Morganthe was gone. “Stars above, don’t let her be gone..” He thought as he rushed around a corner to find one of the many sages sitting with his sister.
“Alright dear, now this is a simple little magic trick that I’ve learned to sort books.” The woman said, flicking a card out for the giggling little girl. A small whirlwind kicked up and the discarded pages began to sort themselves in front of her. It drew another fit of giggles from his sister before the woman looked up.
When she met his eyes, he saw one of the most beautiful women in all the realms. Her dark auburn hair curled and spilled over her shoulders, framing a soft angelic like face. “My apologies sage, I didn’t mean for my sister to interrupt your studies.” He said, adjusting his helm.
She laughed and his heart lept into his throat. “Do not worry Squire, I do not mind the curious little ones. We could always use more who’d be interested in history. “ She replied as she shuffled the pages into bigger pile into her arms. “If you wouldn’t mind it, I could take her with me so you wouldn’t have to worry about her.”
It took him a moment to compose himself.
“Ah, thank you..I will be sure to repay your kindness…”
He was brought out of memories by a quiet yawn. It looked like she was trying to hide her exhaustion but he knew better. Something about this young woman reminded him of his dear sister. Burning the candle at both ends. “I’ll help you, Knight Errant, First you must rest. You will get no where in facing the Pendragon while you’re exhausted.” His face scrunched up for a moment, looking around at the graveyard about them. It wasn’t the best place for a young girl to rest in the open.
“Rest in my tomb, I’ll protect you from the Death Seraphs through the night.” The young mage yawned and shuffled back into the tomb, finding a spot close enough to the entrance. She tucked her bag under her head and began to get comfortable when the question came to him.
“My lady, What’s your mother’s name?” He questioned, drifting over towards her.
Her voice was soft and gentle as she buried her face in her bag. “I….don’t know my mother. I’m adopted.” It sounded like he had hit a nerve. “Good sir, could you just give me some time alone. I just want to be alone.” The girl curled in on herself and deep within him, he felt a deep ache to comfort her.
Minutes seemed to tick past as she curled more in on herself. He was helpless as to find a way to comfort her.
He had found plenty of ways to repay her kindness to him. In turn for Isador taking care of Morganthe for him, He was her close friend and confidant. Maybe there was something between them though. A small spark that lit up between them somewhere between the early morning strolls and the late evening chats over candle light.
Many trysts kept hidden from the other sages and knights. It all culminated one evening after a tourney. Isador had watched with baited breath as of course, Malory had won. He had gifted her with the wreath of purple and yellow roses and crowned her the delight of the tourney.
They shared a quiet kiss behind the stables, that led into another and it eventually led to a night shared in a quiet room lit only by a few candles. She had left early the next morning, but it was the start of a long and torrid relationship.
The one night, she just, disappeared. The love of his life…disappeared. He should have realized but it was the first of many stones to fall for him.
As he sat with the young girl, he studied her features and if he were still apart of the land of the living, he swore his breath would have caught in his throat. Could she really…?
No! That was preposterous! He…no..
The more he sat with it in his mind, he slowly came to the fact that he was sitting with one of his few living remnants of memory. His own daughter.
Meanwhile, Somewhere within the Spiral, Mostly Like Aquila
“The price, either the first five years of memories or the memories of your daughter.” The ophidian guard hissed as the small crew of pirates crowded around the entrance.
“Daughter…Child..Baby?” The crew murmured between the lot of them as their captain stepped forward.
In the bright Aqulian light, the captain of the Golden Immortal shone like a star in the night. Though her gear may have looked a bit scuffed from all the fights she’s gotten herself in, she still carried herself with the countenance of a queen. Her dark auburn hair fell sharp at her shoulders and she shifted her eye patch off to the side to stare at the guard fully.
“Captain, Please, think about this..” Bonnie Anne pleaded as the woman shrugged off the hands trying to pull her back.
Isador, or better known now as Blood Isis, cleared her throat. “ I’ve made my choice. I chose to give you the first five years of memories.” She stated firmly and the Ophidian smiled brightly at her.
“Very well, Continue on..”
#askthespartan#wizard101#wizzy101#wizzy fandom#sir malory wizard101#wizard oc#pirate101#Genevieve Watcher#Isador Nightingale
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just a little bit of your heart 𑁍 Jeon Jungkook
𑁍Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x female reader
𑁍 Genre: smut, angst, fluffy ending, exes to lovers au, struggling artist!Jungkook x CEO daughter!reader
𑁍 Collab: @jimilter and @knjsnoona New Years themed collab hello babies ilysmmm
𑁍Word Count: 4.3k
𑁍 Rating: 18+
𑁍Warnings: protected sex, nipple biting, YN is lowkey controlling, Jungkook is kind of an asshole, vanilla sex.
𑁍Summary: Jungkook’s eyes used to always be wide with wonder, although your paths had separated a long time ago, you still find yourself wondering if after all that he’s been through, they still keep their magic inside them, if he’s still got that special place for you in his heart.
𑁍A/N: Did I struggle to write this? completely. BUT SHE'S HERE. I hope you all enjoy.
The first time you saw Jungkook, you were almost certain that the movies had gotten it all wrong. There was no slow-motion moment, no birds chirping in the background nor a magically lightened up spotlight. Just a boy that could hold galaxies inside his bright doe eyes, a shy smile on his face and as you would come to learn in the time to come, an unending love for music.
There was not much to be said about the new boy in your class, yet it seemed like everything turned around his mere presence. Boys liked to keep their distance from him, never the one to speak more than a greeting to others, head kept in between pages of some handwritten notebook that seemed to hold a secret key to his happiness, girls made a habit to gather around for lunch to hear him play the guitar during lunch hours, soft melodious voice carried around the space by the wind as if the song was a lullaby that could share a little bit of his heart to those around him.
“I don’t get why you fawn over him” your tone was absolutely disinterested as your friends continued to ignore their lunch in favour of watching the new kid during break “He’s just a kid with a guitar, Sunghoo plays it too! And I’ve never seen you fawn over him!”
“Are you kidding?” Haewon turned to you with a frown on her face before quickly resuming her staring at the kid “I just know already he’s going to be a star!”
You rolled your eyes at the comment before one of your other friends spoke up “Y/N, you should ask your father to sign him!”
You pondered the thought for a few seconds amidst a chorus of ‘please’ and ‘do it’ from your friends before you decided to just go up to him and check him out, you got up from your spot, shaking your uniform from any dust left from being seated on the floor and started walking towards where Jungkook was sitting under the shade of a tree. The melody wasn’t half bad, and the closer you got, the better you could hear a tint of how the artists your dad signed had always been reaching for. Given how involved you had been at such a young age, in your father’s company, you could certainly distinguish talent when it was in front of you.
“Hello, I’m Y/N” you couldn’t hold your laughter in as the strings in his guitar screeched for a second as Jungkook failed to remain composed at the sound of your voice right in front of his face, effectively sending him to the floor, stretching a hand to help him up “My friends think you’re a great singer, so I’m going to help you”
“Excuse me?” Jungkook’s already big eyes got even bigger as if the words that had just come out so casually out of your mouth couldn’t yet down on him.
“Be a singer? That’s what you want to do, right?”
“I- yeah” he looks to the side rather shyly as his voice drops to a whisper “kinda”
The memories all come back to you at once as your fingers trace the pages filled with photographs tainted by the lack of motion and the passing of time. A portrait of Jungkook staring back at you in his bright yellow uniform sits right next to yours, his incredibly tight-lipped smile contrasting the shine inside his eyes.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get to be a singer, Y/N” You had been walking home side by side after his singing lessons and your studying club, an occurrence that had soon become a habit after the first few weeks of both of you becoming friends.
“Huh? Why not?” you halt your step and turn towards him, not being able to miss the way that his eyes shine a bit duller under the night sky illuminated by an almost out streetlight, he flinches for half a second as he lets his head hang low.
“Mum and dad think it is nearly impossible for me to get scouted” he tries for a smile at the thought before looking back up at you and letting out a bitter laugh “Plus, auditions make me so awkward”
“I already told you my dad will sign you”
“Y/N you don’t know that”
“But I do” you move a few steps forward to reach for his hand, intertwining it with yours as the cold wind picks up, not sure whether the chills that went down your spine were from the temperature drop of for the sheer fragility of the moment as you see a stray tear run down his left eye “Jungkook, you’re an amazing artist and my dad is going to love you, you’ll be a star in no time!”
He sniffles back another tear before he regains the shiny look of wonder in his eyes as he looks back at you “If you say so”
“Dad says you have to be fifteen though, but that’s in a few weeks!” you rummage the side pocket in your backpack before presenting a neatly folded envelope in front of his curious eyes “Happy almost-birthday, by the way”
He takes the envelope before ripping it neatly and taking a look inside, mouth hanging open as soon as he realises there’s a purchase ticket to a brand new customised guitar ready to be picked up the next day “Y/N… that’s- that’s too much, I can’t accept it”
“Oh please? Pretty please?” you throw in your best puppy eyes at him and they have him dissolving as expected, pulling one of his signature bunny smiles at you “That way you’ll never forget about me, even when you become the biggest superstar on the planet!”
His next words carried by the wind as you’re already walking a few steps ahead of him “I wouldn’t dare to forget about you either way”
You don’t seem to notice the way your lips start stretching into a smile as you turn the pages, eyes landing in one from a few months after Jungkook’s sixteenth birthday, blond highlights decorating his already dyed twice hair, the guitar you had gifted him on his lap, big round eyes staring back at you as you sat across from him as if he were serenading you, instead of a song, a pair of bunny teeth showing up on his face as you threw your head back in laughter.
Jungkook became a trainee in your father’s company a few days after turning fifteen, a couple of hours before sharing your first kiss in a haste on the staircase of your dad’s company, poorly lit and somewhat uncomfortable as those damned eyes stared back at you even brighter than before, an overwhelming feeling of happiness washing over you as you locked your lips to his one more time. Things seemed easy enough at the time, the next few years with him seemed only natural, getting to see him at school, sharing chaste kisses after he was done practising, long sleepless nights hanging out at the company building, sharing a bag of dubious chips he had found in his dorm.
“You know, Y/N, all of this wouldn’t be possible without you”
You dismiss him with a wave of your hand as you lay across from him on the couch, eyes fixated on the screen in front of the two of you “Nah, that’s all you, Kookie”
“No, what I’m getting at is” he grabs both of your hands in his so that you’re facing him as you stare up at him confused “Sometimes when I think about the future, I see you there with me, if you’d allow me to”
“Jungkook what are you-”
He laughs that awkward breathy giggle he’s made use of whenever he had to talk to your dad “Oh god, no Y/N I’m not asking you to marry me or anything, I just thought- you know, since we’ve been kind of dating for a while, if you wanted to be my girlfriend”
You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as soon as his words register in your mind followed by a choked laugh “Aren’t you on a dating ban?”
He gets closer to your face, breath fanning your lips, both of your eyes closing in anticipation as he quietly adds “I don’t think it extends to the daughter of the CEO of the company I’m in”
You can’t help the laughter bubbling inside you before you lean into him “I would say it especially applies to that”
The years after that seemed to blend all together, a fast-forwarded movie of sorts that mostly contained Jungkook being part of your life as he debuted at eighteen, got his first award at twenty and went on his first tour at twenty-one, before it all died down at twenty-three.
“Listen, all I’m saying is that it could be a fresh new start, you’ve lived your exciting idol life for a while now, I’m getting this amazing opportunity abroad, it all makes sense” you turn to face him, fixing the sides of his tux as the stylist worked on the last details of the wedding suit fitting “We could live a happy married life somewhere near the beach, huh? How does that sound?”
“Y/N I-” he smiles at the stylist before stepping off the small platform he was standing on “You know I love you so much and I think it’s great that you’ve gotten this new opportunity but is this really something we should be talking about right now? Just like that?”
“Oh yeah, the house is great, you’ll love it”
You can’t help the clenching faint pain inside your chest as your eyes land on the next album, neatly decorated in white lace, one of your favourite pictures sitting on your lap as your mind starts wondering about the what-ifs you had forgiven but not yet forgotten years ago.
Your hands shifted nervously in the front of your puffy dress as you stared at the room full of people, everyone’s eyes growing more confused by the second, whispers and conjectures making their way to your ears and into your running mind.
“Jungkook’s not coming” you had never thought it was possible for three words to bring your whole world tumbling down until that day, a sob making its way out of your mouth as you dropped to your knees “He also just rescinded his contract with your father’s company. Y/N, I don’t think Jungkook is coming back”
And he didn’t. Not the next day, nor for the next two weeks, his things laid scattered across your home as a bitter reminder of what the both of you had done to each other as if the whole space was adamant on letting him go as much as you were. Eleven years of knowing Jeon Jungkook could have never prepared you for you to imagine those big bright doe eyes leaving you on the day that was supposed to be the beginning of your new life, your happiest day. Years on end after that, accepting to yourself that you had to take the blame for wanting to take away from him what you knew he loved most, the music that made his eyes seem to hold every secret of the universe. If given the chance, would Jungkook had chosen you over his music? It was hard to tell. A subject you didn’t deem necessary to dwell on after moving abroad, never to hear a word about Jeon Jugkook again.
“Hey are you ready to go or-” Jimin’s eyes land on the almost-wedding picture before flinching “The cursed books”
You hadn’t realised a tear had escaped your eyes as you clear your voice, eyes never leaving the photo on your lap “Did you ever hear about Jungkook after that?”
“Y/N you made me swear not to say a word about him or you would, and I’m quoting you here, ‘beat the shit out of me’”
You roll your eyes at him yet deep down you notice and thank the sympathy in his eyes “It’s a yes or no question”
“Yes, and I’m honestly surprised you haven’t” Jimin shifts on the doorway, sympathy long gone and trying to liven up the mood “Now let’s get out of here before I start questioning your sanity for looking at pictures of that asshole”
You make your way to him, shaking off any remaining dust from handling the boxes you had gone years without touching “You know, I was also an asshole back then”
“You still are” he guides the both of you out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him “Now let’s go, we’re going to miss the flight”
Going back home was a rather bittersweet experience, the butterflies in your stomach neverending after years of distancing yourself under the pretence of healing, forgetting your life as it was there, forgetting about whatever happened with Jungkook, forgetting about–or at least trying to forget– that pair of doe eyes that used to seem like they could fit the world and all of its wonders inside them, yet you had soon learned that trying to forget your life without Jungkook in it was the same as trying to forget about your whole life on its own.
You had both just landed, patiently waiting for your bags to come out “Listen, Y/N, while we’re here, you might find-”
“Is that- Jimin” you blink a few times too many as if the simple action could somehow clear the image in front of you “Is that- Jungkook? On a billboard?”
He sighs exhaustedly, doubling over as your gaze seems to throw daggers his way “Listen- you didn’t want to hear a thing about him and I was trying to be a good friend and-” you’re almost certain in that exact moment that the whole world had gone insane as he points to the huge advertisement plastered on the airport’s wall “Yeah, that’s Jeon Jungkook, national sweetheart, he’s actually the most famous and best paid artist in the country. Surprise?”
Collecting your baggage and getting to the hotel turned into a constant blur and absolute silence as the road continued to overwhelm you with each passing advertisement filled with Jungkook’s smile staring right back at you, something that you had thought deeply buried and forgotten stirring inside you. Were you really holding him back that much back then? Were you the only thing standing in between him and the most successful career he could get? Had you really dismissed his dreams that much?
“Listen- I’m sorry, okay? I should have given you a heads up”
“It’s- whatever, really” you try your best smile although you already know it did nothing to convince Jimin as he handed you your luggage at the hotel room, not really trusting your voice to hold on a bit longer “I’m glad he found his place in the world after all”
“We’ll just be here a few days Y/N, we can continue to deny his existence after that” Jimin’s smile matched his sympathetic eyes “Just make sure to be ready on time tomorrow, I wouldn’t want the champagne to run warm” he makes a disgusted face that effectively has you laughing the way he intended to.
“I’ll be ready on time, Chim” you close the door after watching him go into his own room, back against it as you try to catch up with the overwhelming feelings fluttering inside your mind.
“I’ll go get another drink, won’t be long alright?” you lean close to Jimin so he can hear you over the music and his ongoing conversation with the people on your table. Jimin had made sure he was your guiding hand at the party of a friend you both had in common, greeting people and reintroducing you to everyone as it was your first time back home. Heels killing your feet and long dress becoming more uncomfortable by the second as you try to move swiftly around the packed room to get to the front of the bar, bodies moving to a familiar rhythm of the latest trending song enough to have you bump into a suit cladded back “Oh god, I’m so sorry-” the man turns to face you, and this time around the Earth does seem to stop for a brief second, bunny smile in display, memories flooding back as you notice not a single spark missing from those big round eyes staring right into your soul the same way you remember him being able to do it. “Jungkook?”
“Y/N?” his voice is deeper, richer and even the more enticing as you hear him say your name after so much time “It’s- oh wow. It’s been a while”
“A while, yeah its-” you try to calm your hammering heart, regain composure in some way that you already know is futile “It’s good to know you’ve been well, great, actually”
“Yeah…I- uhm, drink?” he points to his back to where the bar is “I could really use one right now”
His lips were on yours as you struggled to open the hotel room door, fidgeting with the handle for a few seconds before getting both of your bodies inside, not even bothering to turn the lights on as both of your ragged breaths took the small space of the room, wet kisses peppered along your skin as his hands worked their way to your back, expertly undoing the small zipper that maintained your dress on your body. Mind hazy as his jacket, and soon enough his dress shirt found their way onto the bedroom floor beside your discarded clothing, something in between the liquid courage back at the bar and wishful thinking for life to unpause right where you left it when you first got out of the country taking the best of you and walking Jungkook back and onto the mattress, straddling his hips as he smiled up at you, a hand coming up to caress the side of your face before he leaned in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss “You’ve got no idea how much I’ve missed this”
You have half a mind to listen to what he’s saying as you struggle to get both of your last pieces of clothing off, something in Jungkook’s eyes snapping as he manhandles you so you’re laying on your back on the bed as he hovers over you, your body trembling with anticipation as his mouth traces your skin, from the side of your neck, down towards your chest, capturing a nipple in between his teeth, a cheeky smile on his face before descending to your stomach and nipping at your hip before he stands back to admire you, a sparkle in his eyes that you didn’t even know you were longing to see again after so long “Jungkook p-please, there’s gotta be some condoms on the bedside table just- please”
Jungkook moves swiftly towards the small piece of furniture, ripping the small foil package open and effectively stroking himself a few times before rolling the condom on his length, your eyes pleading as he stared back at you as he positioned himself against your entrance, your legs coming up to capture his form in between them, trying to push him in on your own accord, a small laugh rumbling inside his chest “Eager, are we?”
“Just fuck me already”
His body fits on top of yours like you two were just meant to be, the sheer dedication in his movements bringing you back to a the time where feeling him so close to you was nothing but a routine of sorts, slowly sliding in between your legs after a long day, oozing with a love you had thought endless, just as he did now, his cock filling you up nicely, stroking every piece of your being as he thrusted in and out, the time never escaping in between his fingers, slow and deep motions that had you moaning in no time, Jungkook’s groans in sync with you, a warmth in your chest becoming harder to ignore by the second as he leans forward, never halting his movements as he captures a salty tear with his lips before he brings them close to yours to graze over them in a sickenly sweet manner “I never thought I’d get to love you like this again”
Your walls clench around him as he plants another kiss to your mouth and you can feel him spilling inside the condom, a familiar yet almost forgotten warm fuzzy feeling taking over your body as he rests his weight on his elbows on top of you, not daring to pull out in fear of ruining whatever fever dream you two had going on, wanting to just bask in it for a little while longer.
“Isn’t it ironic how the last time we met was at a wedding, too?” you two had been lying on the bed beside each other for a while, breaths now coming evenly and you can hear the brattiness you were once so fond of inside his tone as if everything was back to how things used to be.
“That was our wedding, where you left me at the altar!” there’s no punch to it, just a reminder to humour the both of you due to the circumstances you found yourselves in, the silence afterwards seemed to stretch on for too long, the air changing to something more serious and realistic as the words that left your mouth down on both of you “Do you ever wonder what could have happened if neither of us had run away that day?”
“Not really, no” you weren’t sure what you were hoping to hear, almost certain that it wouldn’t affect you until the words left his mouth and you felt your heart clenching inside your chest yet his voice wasn’t mocking, it was as if he had had his time to think over what had happened a million tims before, making peace with what he had done, what you both had done “I’ve always thought that we did what we thought was best at the time, we were on the same book, different pages”
“Yeah”
The conversation seems to die off quickly, the cold lingering on your skin until he clears his throat “I’m sorry for running away like that, I was so fucking scared Y/N”
Your eyes trace his features before landing on his lazy gaze, trying to capture him as a whole, the same way you had been able to keep a little piece of him through the photos that laid abandoned on a top shelf back at your apartment, too many thoughts running inside your mind, the time seeming to run away from you by each passing second “Aren’t you now?”
“Scared?” you nod, not trusting your voice to be stable as Jungkook’s face relaxes once he’s made his mind “Nah, turns out life like this isn’t the same without you in it”
“But you’ve finally gotten everything you wanted”
“I’ve got everything I thought I wanted” His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, breathing in a deep breath, voice soft as ever, as if his words were a secret to keep just between you and him “What about you Y/N? Have you finally gotten everything you ever wanted?”
You can’t look away, voice barely above a whisper, only Jeon Jungkook would be able to turn a series of events straight of some drama into an introspective session of sorts. He was there, baring himself in every sense of the word, waiting for you, always there, the way he had always promised to be, completely unconventional yet strictly in his own way asking an underlying question, an open invitation to try again. Yet as long as you’ve spent apart, the man lying next to you, hand on your waist caressing circles against your skin is the same man you had spent years with, knowing full well that if there’s a top priority to Jeon Jungkook’s life, it is music, something he couldn’t have back then, something that he has plenty of now “I don’t think just a little bit of your heart is good enough for me”
“Then how about all of it”
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah my-” he clears his throat as you’re taken aback by such revelation, pushing yourself to your elbows in an effort to really look at him “My whole heart is yours to take if you want it”
“You can’t just abandon it all for me”
“And I won’t” you throw a quizzical look his way, making him smile as he takes your hand in his “Y/N, it doesn’t have to be your way or my way. It has to be our way. We’ll walk a path we’ve never walked before, same book, same page this time”
.-.-.-
“Oh! So you actually came!” your words are almost lost in between the laughter that keeps bustling your chest as you distinctly watch Jungkook walking down to where you were standing, sun shining brighter than you had ever seen before in your life.
He squints in fake disgust at you, a smile pulling on his lips “I wouldn’t dare”
“I mean, it certainly wouldn’t be the first time”
His eyes seem to shine the brightest you had ever seen, as if they held all the beautiful things to come in your life, unspoken secrets and a long road of second chances to continue to be earned before he leans in to capture your lips with his, pouring all his love into it, as if making up for lost time “I never got to tell you before, but I love how you look in white”
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Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.
Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…
Well, it was okay. For about a month.
Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—
Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.
Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.
Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).
A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.
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“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?
“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”
“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”
Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”
Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”
Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.
“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”
Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.
Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.
“Is that a kid?”
“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.
“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.
“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”
“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.
“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”
“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.
He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.
But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.
That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.
“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”
That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.
“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.
She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.
“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”
“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.
“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”
“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.
Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“
“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“
“Language, Hood.”
“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”
“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”
“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”
Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”
Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.
All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.
“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”
Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.
“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”
She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.
“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.
“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.
Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?
“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.
She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?
And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.
And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.
What the hell?
“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.
“What’s this?” She asked.
“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”
“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.
Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”
“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.
“Yeah, kid?”
“Thanks.”
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Breeding Kink Pt. 2 | Dragon!Zhongli
Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader
Genre: SMUTTTT!!
Words: 5.2k
A/N: Oh god i have no braincells anymore. Zhongli fcked with my braincells as well. Here ya go. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Happy Birthday as well.
Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
PART 1 HERE
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It was already deep into the night.
The last of the busy market kiosks has died down, the golden glow of their lanterns flickered off for the day, while the late-night loiterers had gone to rest at their station as silence and the sound of crickets settled in. The harbor has truly gone to sleep after a rough day’s work, and will rise once again at early dawn.
Yet inside the bedchambers of a certain married couple, things were still heating up.
“Z-Zhongli…! Please…!”
You held on to the silken sheets tightly with face flushed and sweating. Every now and then, a moan would escape your lips, savoring the moment where ecstasy was at its peak. It felt good—really good—as your husband Zhongli thrusted sharply into you.
“YN…” he growled beside your ear as he bent down, kissing the bare skin of your shoulders. “YN…I’m close…haa…”
He could feel all the pleasure welling up inside of him. You were holding on to him like a vice grip, as if wringing him out of his seed and coaxing him to come inside you. Zhongli felt his dick twitch at the thought of filling you up, pushing him closer to his climax.
“Aahhh…so g-good….mmnn….! Zhongli…! I’m gonna—”
“My love…I-I…!”
—!
“Mama? Papa…?”
A knock at their door, followed by a small voice stopped the both of them in their tracks.
Oh no, not again…
Looking at each other, you and Zhongli immediately scrambled to compose yourselves.
“Yuqing…ah, please stay where you are—"
“Honey, just a second! Let me…let me just find my slippers—”
Hurriedly, you grabbed your discarded robe on the floor and put on your sandals, while your husband raced to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. “Love, I’ll be there in a moment. Please take Yuqing back to her room in the meantime,” was what he said.
As you opened the door, you were greeted by curious amber eyes—the same as her father’s—who seemingly stared at you as if trying to assess the situation. She was carrying her favorite plushie, a geovishap hatchling, for some reason, while you knelt down and caressed her cheeks gently.
“Yuqing? What’s wrong?” you asked her, “It’s way past your bedtime.”
“Something jumped from the window, Mama…! I…I don’t want to go back!” She replied, almost in a whisper as she held on to the plushie tightly.
Your daughter’s words immediately caught your attention. It could just be a squirrel, or maybe something more dangerous. Nevertheless, you have to go check it out.
“Alright, honey. Let’s see what it is,” you replied as you carried her on your arms. “Mama and Papa can easily hunt monsters down!”
Yuqing blinked at you. “Hm? But where’s Papa?”
“Oh, uh…he just needs to pee,” you replied awkwardly, not totally forgetting what you two were doing a while ago.
By the time you arrived at Yuqing’s bedroom, you were greeted by a calico cat which was carrying her own young into the room, staring at you both with scrutinizing eyes. It seemed to have taken a liking to the room and decided to take shelter there. You instantly knew what was the matter.
“It’s a mama cat!” Yuqing exclaimed happily, jumping from your grasps as you muttered “be careful!” at the ecstatic child.
“Don’t come too close to it, honey,” you told her, sitting on the bed as you watched your daughter crouch near the animal to observe it. “The mama cat doesn’t like it if you touch her kittens. She might scratch you.”
“Oh…” your daughter murmured disappointingly, and then returned to your side when she had enough watching.
Looking down to her, you could really see how much Yuqing resembled Zhongli—the same eyes, the same dignified yet gentle countenance. Her hair was a little lighter but it’ll probably turn as dark as Zhongli’s when she’s older. You smiled at the thought of watching your daughter grow—a few years ago, she was still so small and fragile as you held her for the first time, but now, she’ll be turning six, and then eleven, and then little will you know, she has become such a fine lady.
Pulling her into an embrace, you caught the child off guard as you smothered her with kisses.
“Mama!” She protested, but was giggling at the same time. “Mama…what are you doing!”
“I just love my dearest Yuqing!” you exclaimed, but then stopped to pat her head gently. “Now, are you still scared?”
The dark-haired girl shook her head with a smile. “I’m ok now, Mama! It was just a cat.”
“Alright,” you smiled as you began tucking her in again. “We’ll talk in the morning what we’ll do with the cat, but right now, it’s time for you to sleep. Little girls need to sleep for them to grow big, okay?”
“Understood! Good night then, Mama!” Yuqing replied underneath her blanket, as you gently soothed her head. The whole time, you continued to do it until she had finally fallen asleep, soft snores coming from the small child which made you smile warmly.
By the time you returned to your bedroom, you could see that the bathroom lights were still on. You were waiting for Zhongli to swing by Yuqing’s room earlier but for some reason, he’s been caught up in the bathroom this whole time. It also seemed like your husband had heard you enter the room and began calling for you.
“Dear…! Perhaps you could come here for a moment?”
Curious about what was going on, you then stepped into the bathroom and only to be greeted by a much larger, more draconic Zhongli. You could only stare at the large protruding horns on his head, the scales on his arms and legs, and the tail that was swinging back and forth between his legs. Not to mention the large thing on his crotch that made you do a double take at the mere sight of it.
Zhongli closed his eyes as soon as he noticed your stunned expression. Despite how he looks, he still had a bit of his self-control intact.
“YN, I think we have a problem here,” he told you as calmly as he could.
“I might be going into heat again.”
*
It was finally D-Day.
The both of you spent the last week trying to prepared for this, because unlike the first time, you had responsibilities. For one, Yuqing had to be taken elsewhere and away from the carnage. It will not bode well if your child is there while your husband is being one horny dragon.
The people both of you know where highly dangerous though. Among the rejected list was Childe, Hu Tao, and Venti, with the last one loudly lamenting how he couldn’t have fun with Yuqing in Mondstadt. Keqing and Ningguang would be great but they’re busy with work, while the adepti wouldn’t have enough skills and patience to babysit a child for a week, even if it was the child of the former geo archon. That’s why in the end, you asked Lumine and Aether to take care of your daughter for a while—they were at least, safe enough not to put Yuqing in danger. Hopefully.
On the other hand, you had to prepare yourself for another bang of your life. The first time had caught you off guard, but this time, you were prepared to satiate your half-dragon husband to the fullest. You had also prepared yourself to conceive another child. Well, you really were planning to, but it was the night when Yuqing interrupted you two.
“Dear?” A head peered into the kitchen—or rather, a head with two horns.
Zhongli’s dragon features seemed to be staying longer and longer the nearer his heat approaches. Luckily enough, it wasn’t much of a rare sight in Liyue.
“Oh, morning, Zhongli. Should I brew you some tea?” you asked, busying yourself with breakfast for your family of three.
“It’s alright. I’ll do it,” he replied as he stepped in beside you, preparing the hot water to be boiled.
For a while, the both of you stayed like this in silence. You were concentrating on not getting the congee burned while he was trying to get the proper temperature of the water.
In the end, it was Zhongli who broke the silence.
“Will you be alright later?”
You whipped your head to his direction. “H-huh? What? Me? Oh, I’ll be fine!”
“Are you sure?” he asked, turning to you and caressing your cheeks with the tip of his sharp claws. “If only I could assure you that it will be painless.”
“Zhongli,” you called his name firmly as you flipped an egg. “You have never hurt me, and you never will. I survived the first time, right? We have Yuqing running around after all.”
Your words seemed to have magically melted his worries away, no matter how tacky you thought there were. But you didn’t know that Zhongli simply needed your assurance that it will be okay, otherwise, he’d go into a spiral of worry. Comforted by your presence, he crept his arms around you, hugging you from your side.
“Ah, my wife…my lovely wife…” he muttered happily as he nestled his head on your shoulder, savoring your scent and your warmth. “You’re really my wife…”
You giggled at his sudden show of playfulness. “That I am, sir.”
For Zhongli to be this affectionate, it seemed his heat has really gotten to him. Normally, he’ll reserve these kinds of actions for the both of you late at night, but right now, he’s incredibly clingly and wouldn’t stop following you wherever you go. For the most part, he really loves taking in your scent and running his hands around your body.
Soon enough, you hear the loud and rapid padding of feet on the floor as it dashed towards the kitchen where the two of you were. In a few moments, Zhongli was face to face with his own daughter who grinned gleefully at him.
“Mama, Papa!” Yuqing exclaimed as she clung to you like her father.
“Now young lady, what brings you here early in the morning?” Zhongli asked mischievously, still hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Lumine and Aether! They’re coming right? They’re coming!” she almost shouted, arm tightly adhered to your leg.
“In about half an hour, darling,” you replied. “Now, are you both aware that I’m trying to cook here? I can’t move!”
Instead of letting go however, Zhongli tightened his hold of you while nuzzling deeper on your shoulder while Yuqing did the same on your leg. You grumbled. “Like father, like daughter.”
Giggling, Yuqing glanced at her father who was tightly clinging to you like she was.
“Papa, do you like Mama?”
Zhongli, for a moment, smiled at her warmly before replying. “Very much so, my dear.”
You could only hide your flustered expression at his words. But of course, it made your heart skip a beat, even after marrying him and having his child, Zhongli could still make you feel this way with just a few words.
It was a good thing that Yuqing changed the subject before your heart could explode.
“Papa! You have horns!” she exclaimed and pointed at Zhongli’s head.
“Oh? Is this your first time seeing it?” he asked as he knelt to the floor. “Do you want to touch it?”
Zhongli could definitely see his daughter’s amber eyes sparkling with curiosity as she slowly inched her way closer to him. Yuqing may look like him, but she definitely has your temperament. The way she sees the world with so much wonder and excitement reminded Zhongli of you.
“Can I, Papa? Can I?” she asked, her small fingers reaching out for them.
“Yes, you may, my dear.”
Bending down, Zhongli felt Yuqing glide her fingers at smooth surface of the horns. “Be careful though, the tips should be sharp enough to wound you.”
Filled with wonder, the child gazed at Zhongli with amazement. “Papa, are you a dragon?!”
“I can become one.”
“Does…! Does that mean I can be a dragon too?!”
Aahh…You smiled at the two of them as you finished the last of your cooking. “Alright now. Let’s have breakfast. The twins will be here soon if we don’t hurry up!”
*
“Aether! Lumine!”
The dark-haired girl immediately ran towards the twins right after you opened the door to greet them, incredibly excited for the week ahead. Aether scooped her into his arms right away as Lumine pinched her cheek for being so adorable.
“We’re extremely grateful to you two for agreeing to take care of Yuqing,” you told them bashfully. “It was hard to think of anyone reliable and willing to do it in such a short notice.”
“It’s okay, YN,” Lumine replied, “We’d love to have Yuqing around anyway! Right, Aether?”
Distracted with playing with Yuqing, Aether turned to Lumine who was looking at him pointedly. “Huh? Oh! Oh yeah! We’re gonna play a lot!”
“Let’s play house again, Aether!” Yuqing interrupted, “I’ll be the mommy, Lumine will be the aunty and you’re the daddy!”
A large, tall shadow loomed over the twins from behind you. “I prefer if you’d arrange the designations in a different way.”
“Oh, Zhongli.” You turned to your husband who was menacing enough to make the male twin tremble like a leaf, especially in his half-dragon form.
“M-Mr. Z-Zhongli!” Aether immediately felt a chill run down his spine. If anything, he felt an overprotective dad is way scarier than all the monsters he battled so far.
“Good morning Mr. Zhongli,” Lumine greeted the man calmly with a smile. “You don’t have to worry about anything! Yuqing can be the mommy, I’ll be the daddy and Aether’s the dog.”
“Good.”
You could only smile awkwardly at the whole exchange. If this continues on, Zhongli might change his mind and insist his daughter to stay.
“Alright, here’s all her clothes for the week as well as other stuff she needs,” you interrupted as you shoved a bag on Lumine’s hands. “Please don’t hesitate to call us if something happens.”
Lumine only glanced at you with a plastered smile. Bothering them isn’t something she’d really want to do.
“We will, YN,” Aether replied and then exchanged looks with his sister. “I think it’s time for us to take off now though.”
“Alright. Come on, Yuqing, let mama and papa kiss you goodbye,” you told them as you reached out for your daughter who easily climbed out of Aether’s arms.
Crouching down, you and Zhongli embraced your daughter tightly, kissing her cheeks several times until she began protesting. With Zhongli chuckling, he patted her head gently while reminding her of several things.
“Now young lady, be of your best behavior. Don’t make Lumine and Aether worry too much.
“I will, Papa! Can I have almond tofu as a reward then?”
Zhongli smiled at her amusingly. “Alright. Do we have a contract then?”
“Yes! It’s a pinky promise!” Yuqing held out her pinky and linked it with Zhongli’s, who was careful not to scratch her with his claws.
“Don’t forget to drink your vitamins and eat your vegetables, ok? And sleep on time. Be careful not to go anywhere without telling Lumine or Aether!”
Yuqing sighed, “Yes, yes, Mama. I will.”
Ruffling her head, you finally kissed her forehead while Zhongli did the same.
“Don’t forget to have fun!”
As she ran off to Lumine’s side, the both of you stood up.
“We’ll be going then. See you after a week!” Aether exclaimed as they began to take the steps down the porch.
“Bye, bye, Mama, Papa!”
With that, the three of them disappeared and went off their way.
Glancing at your husband, it had finally dawned on you that this was only the beginning.
“So, should we get started?”
He asked, and you froze.
*
“W-wait…! Zhongli!”
“What’s the matter?”
Your husband asked you, as if he wasn’t pinning you against the wall, nuzzling against your neck as he took in your scent. You could feel his warm breath against your pulse, his hands on your waist as he continued to pepper small, faint kisses on your skin.
“It’s…it’s the middle of the day…a-and…and…!”
“You never had an issue with that… are you getting shy, my love?”
You could sense the teasing tone in his voice as he nibbled on your ear, without ever the intention of removing himself from you. Flustered, you pursed your lips as you bit down a moan.
“N-No, I’m not! It’s just…!”
“It’s just what?”
Zhongli smirked at your unexpected bashfulness, urging him to tease you more to see more of that adorable expression of yours.
“I-I mean, we just sent off Yuqing…and they might return or something—”
“Oh, they won’t.” Zhongli gave your jaw a small hickey. “Or at least I’m sure they are well aware not to bother us.”
“H-Huh…?”
Without furnishing you an answer, he simply knelt down before you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down. Looking down, you could see him smirking mischievously at you, making you gulp.
“Why don’t we get you ready, my love?”
Slipping his head underneath your skirt, you instantly felt his lips on your thighs as he kissed his way up towards your core. You could feel yourself melting at the heat of the situation; the sensation of his warm tongue prodding your clothed entrance.
“Z-Zhongli…! Mnhh…!”
Even with your underwear on, you could easily feel him stimulate your sensitive clit as he circled his tongue around before sucking it. Your knees buckled immediately as you found your hands holding on to his horns, careful not to pull too much.
“You’re so drenched here, YN,” he told you, his voice vibrating against your sensitive parts.
“D-Don’t say that! O-Ohh…! Fuck!”
You couldn’t even tell him off properly as soon as he slid of your underwear and began to tease your hole with his tongue. You could feel him go in and out as his warmth filled you up. But it wasn’t enough, of course. After getting a taste of the real thing, nothing could satiate you other than him.
“Zhongli…oh god! Ah—!”
Without stopping, he continued to lap on your juices and stimulate you until you were at the edge of orgasm. You could feel your legs grow weak and the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor was his tight grip on you as he ruthlessly ate you out like a hungry man.
Peeking from underneath your skirt, Zhongli watched as he gradually pushed you closer and closer to your climax. His bright amber eyes filled with lust as he stared at your half-lidded eyes and trembling lips; crying his name out loud over and over again. He wanted to take you then and there, push his cock inside you until you were filled to the brim; his hard on was excruciatingly painful inside his pants, but he had to be patient and get you ready for him.
“Come for me, love,” he muttered, circling his tongue around your clit once more and sucking it.
It only took an instant for you to shiver and tremble in pleasure as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your skin felt like a surge of electricity passed over you as your knees buckled and your arms held on to his shoulders to stop you from falling over.
Removing himself from underneath your skirt, Zhongli then scooped your weak figure and carried you on his arms towards the sofa. He had you sitting on his lap facing him while you encircled your arms around his shoulders and waiting for your high to calm down.
For a while, the both of you stayed like this. Zhongli kept on giving you small pecks on your neck and shoulders, slowly divesting you of your clothes as he went around your body. It was slow and sensual; unlike the first time he was in heat.
“H-Hey…you too…” you purred, kissing the underside of his jaw.
He only hummed at you; his hands busy with getting your skirt off of you. “Yes?”
“Let me undress you too.”
Zhongli reigned in his urges as soon as he heard your suggestion. His face flushed as he watched you slowly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt to reveal his toned chest. Groaning at the feeling of your hands on his bare skin, he knew he only had a few moments left before all his self-control could fly off the window. But it was incredible, he could only feel himself grow even harder.
Soon enough, you were already on the floor kneeling before him. Zhongli felt himself tense up at what you were about to do, but had to strength left to stop you from doing it. Silently, he watched as you glide your hands on his things and then to the prolific bulge on his pants. You could feel him poke you earlier while you were sitting on his lap, which gave you the idea of blowing him off.
Gradually, you undid his belt and pants and finally take out his monstrosity of a cock. Zhongli gave a guttural groan as he felt your hands pump his shaft tentatively, his claws biting at the soft leather of the sofa.
It wasn’t the first time you saw his cock, and while it was impressive in normal days, the one right before you was definitely befitting of a dragon. You hesitated.
H-how did this thing fit inside of me before?!
Nevertheless, you continued on. It was massive but it was definitely hot, seeing Zhongli sitting there in front of you with a flushed face and his cock out. Timidly, you gave the tip a small peck as you slowly allowed your tongue to glide over it.
“Y-YN…that’s…!”
Empowered by his reactions, you then licked the underside of his shaft until it was glistening wet with your saliva. Eventually, precum began to ooze out of the tip and curiously, you began licking it as well, sucking it in the process.
“Ughh…! F-fuck…YN…! I’m really—”
Trying to bob your head up and down, you could only fit so much of him inside your mouth as your jaw tried to accommodate his size. But you felt your core tighten up and become wet, thinking that this cock will eventually fill you up to the brim with his cum.
Zhongli was rapidly losing it. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to cum inside of you and have you bear his child. He wanted to see your cunt filled with his seed until it oozes out of you, and then plug his cock back inside of you to fill you up once again.
No, this won’t do.
“YN…! Y-YN…! P-Please stop! Mnnh—!”
He held your chin to make you stop—the way your lips left a trail of saliva to his dick tempted him push it back inside your mouth—but he had to end it there, right before he came inside your mouth. Slowly he guided you towards him; confused as to why he stopped you right before he was about to come, you moved back to his lap where he gently caressed you and wiped his fluids from your cheeks.
“Let me kiss you, my love.”
In a soft and gentle kiss, Zhongli captured your lips. You could feel it radiating with love and warmth as he slid his lips over yours, his tongue darting inside, as if trying to fill his senses of you and only you. You both kissed until your lips were swollen, until you felt him rub his shaft against you unconsciously, making you moan in the kiss.
“Z-Zhongli…” you gasped for air. “Are you…holding yourself back?”
With those amber eyes, he gazed at you seriously—all the while keeping your lips closed to his.
“Is it a sin to treasure you so much?”
His words caught you off guard, but eventually, you smiled. Zhongli never failed to express his love for you. He was gentle and kind, a good husband and an even better father. Brushing a few stray locks of hair from his sweat-riddled face, you kissed his forehead as a way to show how much you appreciated his thoughtfulness.
“Thank you for thinking about me, Zhongli,” you remarked, “But right now, I really want you to let loose and fill me up completely with you.”
With eyes blown wide, Zhongli felt himself twitch at your words—his arousal no longer hidden. Grabbing the back of your head, he then crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss lidden with passion and lust. He bit and licked on your lips while his hand groped your full breasts, pinching at your nipples to make you gasp against his lips.
“Then so be it,” he smirked. “I’ll make you completely mine.”
Guiding his shaft to your slick entrance, he pushed himself inside of you in one go—making you squeal at the sudden sensation of being penetrated. It took some time for you to accommodate his large cock, but eventually, your cunt was drenched so much that it hadn’t become much of an issue.
“Z-Zhongli…! Oh god—fuck! …s-so big…!”
You began riding him, moving up and down on his lap while Zhongli continued to make you feel good by playing with your breasts. You could feel his sharp claws make indentations on your skin, but not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a strange sensation which only heightened the pleasure of having his dragon cock thrusted inside of you.
“Hnnghh!! Y-YN…!” Zhongli winced at the sudden tightness, and began to distract himself from cumming by licking on your pert nipples until they were red and sensitive.
With pleasure attacking you from different parts, you could only mewl as Zhongli gradually turned you into a lewd mess as you felt him twitch inside of you. Soon enough, he’ll be cumming inside of you, and that would the first among many others for this entire week. If his first heat said anything, Zhongli wouldn’t stop mating with you until you were fertilized with his seed.
The thought did nothing but coax you to your climax. You could feel yourself tighten around him as he pounded into you mercilessly, your juices mixing together. Zhongli was also close. He was already extremely aroused, and it wouldn’t take long for him to climax.
“A-Ah—! YN….! L-love…I’m…I’m close…!”
He muttered with face flushed and breath ragged.
“Yes…! Oh god, yes…! P-Please, Zhongli…! Ah—! F-fill me…fill me up…!”
In just a few thrusts, the both of you came at the same time. He pushed deep inside of you and came; his warmth filling you up until he was spent. You were still shivering with pleasure when he pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue once again ravishing you with so much intensity that it could be argued that he made you come once again with just a kiss.
Reeling in from the afterglow, you could still feel him hot and hard inside of you, as his breathed hard against your neck. You were no different though—the way your mind was still covered with a haze of lust, or the way his cock inside of you felt so good as it hit a particularly good spot. The aphrodisiac you got from Dr. Baizhu seemed to be quite effective.
Removing yourself from his embrace, you staggered to stand up with your limp legs, but managed to crawl on fours right beside him.
Zhongli was both bewildered and disappointed to have your warm body away from him, but when you pushed your ass before him and gazed at him with sultry eyes, he felt his heart rate pick up the pace.
It was embarrassing to show your cunt dripping with your juices and his cum, but you didn’t really care much. You were too entrenched with arousal to feel embarrassment.
“Z-Zhongli…let’s…let’s do it again…?”
Grabbing your ass, he spread you out even more, and even slapped your butt lightly. Zhongli could definitely see his cum dripping out of you and promptly scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back inside of you.
“P-Please…! Zhongli…I—!”
He smirked. “Very well.”
Without warning, he slid himself back inside of you; making you bite back the remaining words. It felt incredible having him inside. It was hot, as if you were burned and electrified at the same time. Your mouth hardly had the time to close as he continued to piston in and out of you.
This time however, Zhongli began playing with your oversensitive clit, groaning loudly at how you tightened your walls around him. You squealed in delight as his cock hit a particularly good spot, making you cum sooner than expected.
“Oh…o-oh god! Z-Zhongli….! Zhongli…! A-ah…!”
Yet despite your premature climax, he continued on—thrusting inside of you and prolonging your orgasm. It was so good you could feel tears pooling the side of your eyes as he plowed your sensitive cunt.
“You came, didn’t you?” he asked, his lips once again on yours. “I’ll make you come again soon enough.”
True to his promised, Zhongli picked up his pace and fucked you as roughly as he could. You knew there will be bruises after this but the pleasure was greater than anything for you to care about. The way his cock just fills you up, hitting your g-spot over and over again relentlessly, or the way his groans just sends shivers down your spine.
“F-Fuck…! Fuck…!Z-Zhongli! I’m—! I’m gonna…!”
“Yes, love...! Haa….come for me…! I’ll fill you up with my seed…”
Once again, you came from the overstimulation—your arms failing as the pleasure was greater than anything you experienced so far.
“F-fuck…YN…a-ah—!”
With that, Zhongli suddenly bit your shoulder as he pumped more of his seed inside of you, which only overflowed from your hole. You mewled at the mixture of pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish the one from the other, but you knew it felt extremely good.
Zhongli was silent for a while as he lapped on the bitemarks he had made. He was glad that he hadn’t bit too hard, but for some reason, he also liked how you were marked as his.
“Allow me to take you to the bedroom,” he whispered to you as you nodded your head groggily. Sleep was beginning to approach you fast.
Unsheathing himself from you, you winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness. But it was immediately remedied by the feeling of his warm body near you as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Slowly, he laid you down on the soft mattress and eventually joined you there, embracing you from the back.
“Let’s rest for now,” he muttered right before your eyelids fell heavy. “We’ll need it for later.”
And he was right.
For the next few days, the two of you tainted every room inside the house (well, except for Yuqing’s bedroom).
From the kitchen where Zhongli fucked you from behind, bending you on the counter as he emptied himself inside of you—to the bathroom where cleaning up turned into another round where he slowly entered you while underwater—or on the floor, which was only because you couldn’t reach the bed because he was too horny for his own good.
It was only then, as the both of you rested from the last round which took all night and early morning, that you realized how much time had passed.
“Mama! Papa! I’m back!”
Your eyes shot open, and glanced at Zhongli who was staring at you as well.
“Oh no.”
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Bargaining, One Shot (Slight spoilers for Ep5!)
Summary: You get pruned and think you’ve died, but when you wake up you find President Loki staring down at you. You beg him to help you. So he makes a bargain with you. In return for safety, he wants your body.
Warnings: Dub-con
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Your eyes fluttered open, expecting to see some kind of bright light or angels, perhaps. Or maybe you’d gone to the depths of hell, so would see demons and fire everywhere. But you were surprised, and confused, when you opened them to see dark clouds above and a man with black hair and a weird horned crown popped into view, looming over you, with some others surrounding him.
‘Oh dear, is she dead?’ President Loki asked.
One of the others he was with nudged your shoulder with his foot. Making you groan as you blinked hard to focus.
‘Apparently not.’ Loki chuckled.
You rolled round and got up onto your hands and knees, looking up at the men surrounding you. There was then an almighty roar from not too far away. You looked over and saw the most terrifying monster in the clouds.
‘You’re not a Loki, are you?’ Loki asked you.
‘A what? Loki? What do you mean?’ You frowned.
Loki sighed and rolled his eyes. ‘Clearly not. Waste of our time.’
‘Do we kill her, sire?’ One of the men asked, making your eyes widen.
‘No, Alioth will get her soon enough.’ Loki sneered and turned around to leave with the others.
You quickly put two and two together that Alioth was the name of the terrifying cloud monster that was getting closer and closer.
‘WAIT!’ You scrambled towards Loki. ‘Please… Please, don’t leave me here.’ You begged.
He turned back to face you, raising an eyebrow. ‘Why should I help you? You’re not one of us, no one but Loki’s survive here.’
‘Please… I’ll do whatever you want, anything, just please don’t leave me here. I beg you.’ You cried and was literally begging at his feet. You looked up at him through teary eyes. ‘I’m scared, please.’
Loki tilted his head as he stared down at you. Then he tapped his lower lip in thought for a moment, before a wicked smirk spread across his lips. You noticed he was then actually looking at you rather thoroughly for the first time.
‘I suppose, having a woman around could be rather useful.’ He hummed. ‘It has been so long since I’ve felt the soft lips of another…’ He reached down and brushed his thumb against your lower lip, making your lip quiver at his meaning.
Though the thought of doing sexual favours in return for safety didn’t exactly sound like a bad idea in this situation. Besides, he was rather good looking. And considering you’d thought you had died, the chance at survival was too great to pass up.
‘Please.’ You whispered again, pleading him with your eyes.
You knew he was dangerous, it was obvious. The fact that he and the others with him were even alive in this place. Even at first glance you knew it wasn’t a safe place to be.
He stood up straight and slid his hands into his pockets again. Then he nodded once. ‘Come with me.’
You scrambled up to your feet and followed as he started heading off quickly, it was hard keeping up with his large strides, but you managed. The others were staring at you weirdly, not sure whether to trust you or not. Since they didn’t trust anyone, really.
The monster was getting closer, making you shake more and more in fear. But Loki was completely calm as he led the way. Then eventually, after what felt like hours but was actually just a few minutes, you came to a large circular hatch in the ground.
Some of the others opened it up and started climbing down. Loki looked at you and motioned to the ladder. But you were frozen, the thought of going down there and being trapped god knows where…
‘Suit yourself. You can come down and take your chance with me, or you can stay out here all alone with the monster. But no one apart from Loki’s ever survive here alone.’ He said darkly, smirking a little.
He went towards the ladder, but you quickly moved forward after hearing another roar from the monster. ‘I’ll come down.’ You blurted out quickly.
Loki grinned and motioned for you to go first as he took a small step back. You hesitantly began to climb down the ladder and Loki followed. When you reached the bottom, you turned around and were faced with even more people that you assumed were other Loki’s. They all had various weapons aimed at you, making your eyes widen.
‘Hey, hey, hey! Back off, she’s no threat. She’s mine.’ Loki growled at them all roughly when he got down the ladder behind you.
They instantly backed down, obeying their King.
Loki gripped your upper arm firmly and led you through the other Loki’s, he started spouting some green energy from his hand when one of them tried to get over to you. You gulped hard, just what exactly had you gotten yourself into?
He took you through to what you assumed was his private bedroom. It was just as weird and dark as the other room. But this one at least had a bed.
Using some magic, Loki locked the door without a key.
‘Well now.’ He said as he shrugged off his black jacket, leaving the rest of his clothes on. But he started rolling his sleeves up his forearms. You weren’t sure why, but you felt the green waistcoat and tie really suited him, like it was his colour.
‘Are you going to hold up your end of the bargain?’ He growled low, licking his lips.
You felt your own mouth go dry as you looked down and saw a bulge in his trousers. Not knowing for sure what he might be capable of, and holding up your end of the bargain, you walked over to him and sank down to your knees.
A smirk tugged on his lips as he gazed down at you. You were so nervous as you reached up and slowly started palming at him through his trousers. God, he felt so big. You were kind of scared to see for sure.
‘Come on, pet. Don’t keep me waiting, it’s not too late for me to chuck you back outside to the monster.’ He said in warning as he narrowed his eyes at you.
With a gulp, you began to free his cock. And when you did, it didn’t ease your nerves at all. You felt his piercing gaze upon you as you tentatively started stroking him, slowly becoming bolder and bolder as you got used to his rather intimidating size.
‘Don’t be scared. This beast doesn’t bite much, unlike the one outside.’ He chuckled.
You licked your lips and then looking up at him, you leaned forward and took him into your mouth. His eyes fluttered and his mouth parted in a throaty groan when he felt your warm mouth engulf him.
‘That’s it, good girl.’ He growled and reached down to slide his long fingers through your hair.
You felt a delightful shiver run down your spine at his praise for some reason. You hollowed your cheeks and tried to suck him down as far as you could, pleasing him that you were trying. But what you couldn’t take down your throat you made up for with your tongue work.
His hand in your hair suddenly tightened, and to your shock he started fucking your mouth roughly. Giving you no option but to take him down your throat, making you choke on him. You put your hands on his lean thighs for support and was pleasantly surprised with how muscular they felt beneath the fabric. But you didn’t get long to think on it as your throat started to hurt.
‘Your mouth is simply wonderful. Oh, yes. I think this was a very good bargain indeed.’ He snarled.
When he was close to cumming, he eased up and just rested on your tongue. You didn’t want to disappoint him, to have him toss you out. So you moaned around him, causing vibrations to dance all over his cock. And you moved your tongue along the underside of him, doing everything just right. So when he came, he came hard, shooting down your throat. You did your best to swallow all of his cum, some dribbled down your chin but that only made him lust after you even more.
After his loud moaning and grunting, he took a few deep breaths to compose himself. But his eyes were still full of dark lust as he pulled out of your mouth.
‘Get on your hands and knees.’ He demanded gruffly, his cock bobbing, still aroused.
You were slightly startled when he waved his hand and suddenly you were completely naked. But you didn’t get time to dwell on it, because he moved behind you as you did as you were told and got into position, you gasped when you felt his fingers sliding against your cunt. ‘Ohhh, pet.’ He cooed and rubbed over your clit, making your body jump. ‘It seems this bargain is not only satisfying for me, but it seems it is for you too.’
You hung your head down in shame at how wet you were just from sucking him off. But Loki’s firm grip in your hair suddenly tugged your head right back, making you gasp.
‘No, no. Do not hang your head in shame. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sucking your King off.’ He growled seductively into your ear, then licked up the side of your neck, making you whimper.
He let go of your hair and instead wrapped his hand around the front of your neck as he lined up with your sopping wet cunt. In one smooth thrust, he was inside of you, filling you up completely. His hand around your neck controlled your breathing, only letting you do so when he deemed fit.
You had never been so aroused in your life. It was evident with the obscene noises coming from between you both as Loki pounded into you.
Your own orgasm hit you like a train crash, you’d never felt anything so animalistic and purely chaotic in your life. It felt so rushed and needy, but it was the most mind-blowing orgasm you’d ever had. Not long ago you thought you had died, and now you felt like you were dying all over again but this time in over pleasure. With Loki laughing wickedly over you from behind as he spilled into you from his own orgasm.
He collapsed on top of you, knocking you down to the cold hard ground on your stomach. But you didn’t care much, feeling his heavy weight on top of you didn’t bother you either.
‘Mmm… This is a good deal indeed.’ He murmured as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. ‘I give you my word, that I will keep you alive and safe, pet. If you keep your body available to me, always. Can you do that?’
Your mind was so fuzzy, you could barely even think straight. But you nodded and managed to squeak out your answer. ‘Yes… My King.’
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part one - it's you that i lie with | gojo x reader
tags: domestic gojo, fluffy gojo, rich dilf gojo, idk what else?
synopsis: you happen to get involved with the flirtatious gojo satoru and now he's been wrapped around your finger for over a year.
part one word count: 1640
warning: angst. fluff in this part, sexual references but nothing spicy (sorry lads).
author’s note: for the full authors note, go to the main post here. to see my other works, you can check out my masterlist here.
part one — oh girl it’s you that I lie with as the world caves in.
come on over x.
it took one text to have you jumping out of bed and getting dressed into a pair of sweats. you weren’t quite sure why it got you excited, it wasn’t the first time and you were pretty used to it by now. maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t spoken to the sender in over three weeks. maybe it was that you hadn’t seen him in person for longer than that. that wasn’t out of the blue, either, it was common for him to disappear for months on end for his work. you didn’t know what he did, but your relationship never delved deep enough to ask those questions. it was like this every time: he sent a message and you either went over to his or he came to yours.
well, you thought his place was his. that was until you saw the notification displayed a different address to the one that you usually visited, and now you were standing outside of a high rise apartment building. you double-checked the address and pressed the buzzer to his apartment when you confirmed that your eyes were not deceiving you. in a heartbeat, he let you in, and before you knew it you were checking your appearance in the mirror of the building’s elevator, only three floors away from your destination.
you never really put much effort into how you dressed whenever you met him because your clothes were going to be a mess on the floor by the end of the night, but walking down the long corridor in search of his apartment made you feel underdressed. you knew he was rich, but not this rich.
you didn’t get the chance to raise your fist to knock on the door before it swung open without warning, and the white-haired man you were so familiar with greeted you with his trademark smirk.
“Sato—" you didn’t get to finish his name before his hands cupped the side of your face and he pulled you in for a kiss. unusually, it was on the hungrier side today, barely giving either of you the chance to breathe whilst you got a taste of what you’d been missing over the past few weeks. he was usually composed, organised, and strategic whenever you met up, no matter how long it had been since you had last hooked up. to say you were (pleasantly) surprised would be an understatement.
he finally pulled away when he realised he didn’t even get a word out yet, his usually pale face a little pink. “I missed you,” he said before you could even think, a small chuckle leaving his lips when he saw the shocked look on your face. “That’s very out of character of me, right? What can I say, you’re a work of magic, you are. And I missed you.”
“…um… thanks?” you managed to say, still struggling to get your mind to work. “I missed you, too.”
“Come on in, I don’t want to get arrested for public nudity.” he nodded his head to the inside of his apartment, turning around on his feet and shoving his hands into the pockets of the black sweats he was wearing.
“But we’re both fully clothed.” you followed after him, shutting the door behind you and taking off your shoes, your eyes nearly falling out of your head when you got a full view of the space. it was everything you expected to see, and more. a large open lounge and kitchen area, both of which were kept clean and immaculate. “I didn’t know you lived in a place like this, Satoru.”
“Please, if I kissed you a little longer, I’d have taken you right there.” he teased with an evil laugh, stopping in his tracks to look around the apartment. “Well, I couldn’t bring you to my actual home the first few times, you might have robbed me.”
“Me? A thief?” you gasped, bringing a hand to your chest feign hurt. “I am many things, but I am not a thief.”
he remained silent for a second, an innocent smile gracing his face before he held out an arm. “Let’s go dirty my expensive sheets, then we can talk afterwards.”
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there weren’t many times when satoru lied to you, and the times that he did, you know it was something to do with his work and that was off the table for discussion. he did, however, lie to you now about dirtying his sheets. he never even let you get to his bed before he had his way, and you managed to come into contact with the expensive satin sheets an hour and a half later as you crawled onto the bed to finally rest.
once you climbed onto the queen size bed, you let yourself fall back onto one of the many pillows neatly piled up, heaving a sigh of content. you had already cleaned yourself up and you were waiting for satoru to finish up in the bathroom, which was nothing out of the ordinary. you learned the first couple of times that taking a shower with him would mean you’d have to call in sick the next day at work due to your entire being aching.
he never once explained to you what he did for a living, and in all honesty, it wasn’t something that crossed your mind. you were busy yourself, and he was just someone you slept around with. however, now that you’re staring at the ceiling for his actual apartment, you can’t help but be curious. what could you possibly be doing to earn enough to live in a place like this? businessman? a ceo? a kingpin?
“what are you thinking about?” you were pulled out of your thoughts by the man himself, standing at the end of the bed and dressed in a grey t-shirt and a pair of shorts, a towel hanging off his right shoulder. “don’t tell me, you’re thinking about me, right?”
“how did you know?” you laughed, sitting up so you could look at him properly.
“Your eyes sparkle when you’re thinking about me.” he said, his tone a mixture of playfulness and admiration. it was rare for him to use that tone with you.
“Is that so?”
“I’ve been playing close attention, as always,” he walked around the bed to where you were and took your face in his hands the same way he did when he answered the door to you. only this time he didn’t kiss you. he just let his blue eyes bore right into you, and if it wasn’t for the warmth of his hands cupping your cheeks, you would have shivered from the way he was looking at you.
“Can you kneel down for a second?” you asked, satoru tilting his head to the side in confusion. “Just do it.” you whined, shuffling to the end of the bed until your legs were hanging over the edge. you could tell he was fighting back a laugh and a million questions but he did as you asked anyway, his long legs folding with ease as he dropped down your level, positioning himself between your legs.
you smile at him, amused by his genuinely clueless expression, and before he could ask you anything, you ran both of your hands through his hair as softly as you could. you then let your hands travel down to the sides of his face and gently tilted his head down. you lean forward, planting a kiss on his forehead, and instinctively, he shuts his eyes. perfect. you tilt his head back up and then plant a kiss on his left eye and then his right, moving to his nose before blessing his lips with a final kiss.
you lean back a little to get a clearer view of his face, the smile on your face growing. “You…” you start, the sound of your voice causing him to open his eyes slowly. “You are so beautiful. You know that, right? You’re absolutely gorgeous. Your hair, your eyes, your nose, your lips. And…” you lift your right hand from his face and then bring it to his chest, gently pressing it against him so that you could feel his heart beating through his shirt. “And here… you’re beautiful here, too. I just wanted you to know that.”
he didn’t say anything at first. perhaps he was processing your words. maybe it was a bad idea to say what you said. but you felt that he needed to know. there was a certain energy that he carried whenever he walked into a room that you couldn't quite put into words, exactly like the first time you met him; in the streets outside a bar, flirting with your best friend. and now he was here, staring at you with eyes that seemed to carry the universe, sat in between in your legs and his face in your hand that seemed a million times smaller than his.
“Stay with me tonight. please.” he finally spoke, his voice low, soft, gentle. all the things he tended to avoid when he was around you. “Stay the night with me. Can you do that?” you’ve never stayed the night and neither did he. not once in the two years you’d started your arrangement.
“Why?” you whispered, the air too fragile for you to be speaking any louder than that.
“So I can hold you a little longer.” he was whispering too, now.
and for the first time, you went to sleep in satoru gojo’s arms, and you stayed in them until the sun came up the next day; until the feel of his fingers brushing against your cupid’s bow woke you up. and even then, as he wished you a good morning, he didn’t let go of you just yet.
part one | part two
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