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SUPPORT SYSTEM // Slytherin Boys

RATING: PG-13 / 2.2K WORDS

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* When a few Gryffindors start spreading rumors that the Slytherin boys only hang around you because they’re sharing you, you’re hesitant to share this information with them. (Slight Angst, Comedy?)

+ WARNINGS - Language, some sexual discussion (very small amount), bullying, secrets, implied fight, not proof-read (lmk if I’ve missed anything)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Sarah - Alex G

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As soon as your eyes opened that morning, you found yourself regretting even waking up. The memories of yesterday were flooding back and hitting you like a giant tidal wave, so visceral you could almost taste the salted water.

You ran a hand over your eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, and dreading the day. Despite the superior support system you had holding you up, you found yourself in a dilemma. The wonderful people you called your closest friends were what was plaguing you.

With each inhale, a flash of one of their faces would zip in front of you, deepening the nausea building in your stomach. You sigh. You couldn’t miss anymore classes, but you felt as though leaving your bed would surely breed a recipe for disaster.

Between the relentless teasing, the names you’d been called, and everything else that had been going on this week, you felt close to giving up. The only thing that had kept you powered in even the slightest way were your friends.

A knock interrupted your thoughts. A few teasing laughs broke through the thick wooden door as you swallowed the misery rising up your throat. It wouldn’t surprise you if your harrassers had decided to come knocking at your door, bringing their sneers and cruel words with them. You perked up your voice to tell the usurpers to go away when you heard a familiar shout.

The voice was lowered and joking, letting your name fall from his mouth like it was an everyday thing—which it was. You jumped up and tossed the comforter away from your body. You across the cold dorm floor and flung the heavy wooden door open.

On the other side stood three dark boys, all with varying smiles and warm eyes. Hot relief flooded your body as you let yourself fall into them.

Theo Nott stood dead center and caught your flailed body like a Quaffle. You wrapped your arms tightly around his lean body, missing the way he felt and the way he smelled. You could’ve melted into his body and lived there for the rest of your days if necessary.

To his right was Enzo Berkshire, the devilishly handsome and wickedly funny boy you called one of your best friends. He laughed aloud and tossed an arm around you as well, squeezing you between their bodies. You groaned slightly and the pressure. You turned your head.

“Come on, Matty, don’t you want to join us?” you mumbled, your cheeks squished between the two boys on either side of you.

The last boy stood back a bit, watching you amusedly. Mattheo Riddle chuckled a bit before placing a large hand over your head and mussing your hair a bit.

“I’m good, kid, but I’m grateful you’re feeling better,” he said, his voice genuine. You’d always hated when he called you ‘kid,’ as he was only a few months older than you. But, right now, you were more than happy to hear him say it.

With laughing exclamations, they all asked what you were doing and how you’ve been and if you felt any better. Amongst the constant picking you were getting from some of your classmates, you’d taken a couple days away from class and the boys because you were ‘sick.’ With white lies peppered in here and there, you explained that you were feeling much better now that they were here and that you were pretty sure you’d had some kind of stomach bug. It wasn’t totally a lie as you’d felt nauseated all weekend thinking about going back to class.

“Ready to go back to class?” Enzo asked, finally pulling away from you and allowing you a breath. Your stomach twisted at his words.

“Yeah,” you chuckled nervously. “I guess I am.” Theo and Enzo smiled in response, but Mattheo gave you an odd look, raising one of his eyebrows suspiciously. You shook your head at him.

For the last month, a couple of your classmates had been mentioning things in passing to people around the school. A few of your other acquaintances, outside of the boys, had informed you of the rumors being spread. Awful things, mostly about the boys. Things you’d never even considered to be a possibility.

Luna, a friend of yours from Herbology, mentioned that some Gryffindor had spoken to a couple of her friends about you in Potions. The Gryffindor had said that you were only friends with the boys because you were interested in their money and status, and that the boys only kept you around because you were easy. That last part had made your stomach broil.

You had never, ever even wanted anything more than what you currently had with the boys. They were your best friends—almost like brothers—and there was nothing more you craved from them. Being away from them for multiple days at a time felt like you were separated from family members, not lovers. And you had never so much as mentioned their money—in fact, you refused to let them pay for dinner the majority of times. You hated when people paid for your things.

Needless to say, the words had hurt you deeply, and you’d begun to wonder how many other people thought these things about you.

You wondered that until you overhead someone talking about you in a class last week. Little whispers had been passing around behind you the entirety of the class anyway, but when you’d heard your name, you’d whipped around to see who had said it. And lo and behold, there sat the Gryffindor girl with her group of friends. Only, this time there were others leaning in and listening. Fellow Slytherins, no less.

“Are you talking about me?” you’d asked, your eyebrows furrowing in hurt and anger. Nervous eyes had glanced back and forth and all around until the Gryffindor girl—Nancy McLaggen, you’d learned was her name—spoke up with a cruel smirk on her lips.

“We were just wondering if a couple rumors were true,” she’d said, faux innocence painted on her face.

“Rumors about me? What rumors?”

“Well, we all had heard from someone in Ravenclaw that you’re being passed around the Slytherin boys.”

You had nearly choked on your spit. Nancy refused to wipe the smirk off her face, and the people around you had begun to listen in as well. Expressions of shock and amusement were scattered throughout the classroom, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You’d swiped your books together and excused yourself from the class, ignoring your teacher’s shouts to explain yourself.

And those were the events that had led you to where you currently were—miserable and pretending to be sick to avoid your peers. It was pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. You hadn’t been able to defend yourself in class last week and you were worried you wouldn’t be able to defend yourself if it happened again.

And there was no way in hell you were telling the boys about this. There would be no hesitation from any of them to defend you, but that was exactly what you were worried about. If they tried to help you, it would only worsen your current condition. Everyone in school would see the action as them protecting their little sex toy.

Merlin, you were so embarrassed and hurt, you couldn’t stand it. You felt nauseated again.

“Actually, boys,” you started, pressing a hand to your forehead. “I’m still feeling a little sick. I might wait until next week.”

“Next week?” Theo exclaimed. “How sick are you? Are you sure you don’t need to go to the infirmary?”

“No, I’m fine,” you sigh. “You go ahead—”

“No, we’re not going anywhere!” Enzo suddenly interrupted, stepping in front of Theo. You were a bit taken aback by the sudden spike in volume.

“En, I’m fine—”

“No, there’s something very wrong, and you’re not sick.”

“Guys, please just—”

“I agree with Enzo,” Theo interrupted. You glanced desperately at Mattheo, hoping someone would stand on your side.

“Something’s up,” he shrugged. “You don’t even look sick, kid.” You rolled your eyes. That annoyance was back.

“I said I was fine, why can’t you guys believe me?” you asked, sighing at their resilience. You wanted nothing more than to be alone.

“Because we’ve known you since you were eleven, just like you’ve known us,” Theo said. “Would you just let us be if one of us was acting the way you are?”

His words gave you pause. He made a very fair point. If any of the boys standing before you was behaving as you were, you’d be concerned. You felt a bit of guilt in becoming so angry with their protectiveness. They just wanted to help—just as they always did.

“Please tell us what’s wrong,” said Enzo. You tear your eyes from theirs, finding the lines of tile in the floor.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore their pressing stares, you couldn’t. You knew you needed to talk to someone—especially one of them. If they found out through someone else, who knew what they’d do. You pressed a frustrated hand to your forehead. The pure shame you felt from having to tell them what you’d been hearing the last week felt almost synonymous with running through the halls of the castle naked.

“Okay,” you sighed in defeat. “Last week, Someone started passing some rumors around the school—rumors about me.”

The boys seemed to glance between each other a few times before resuming immediate interest in your words.

“I know that there were a few girls from Gryffindor involved; Luna was the one to tell me about them…” you paused for a moment, gathering what little pride you had left. “They’ve been telling everyone that you guys have been…passing me around.”

With the last few words, you heaved a sigh of both relief and defeat and lowered your head farther into yourself. You felt nauseated and wished you could disappear.

In a breath of time, Mattheo’s knuckles clenched painfully loud as he turned on his heel and slammed the dorm door open.

“Mattheo, no—” you started to shout, tossing yourself toward the door. Theo and Enzo caught you against them, blocking your path.

“Guys, stop! Let me go!”

“You couldn’t have expected us to hear that and be totally fine, could you?” Theo smirked, pressing a small kiss to your cheek. You groaned and shoved away from them, backing farther into your room.

“It doesn’t matter,” you shrugged. “I didn’t tell any of you who I was talking about.”

“You said it was some Gryffindors, right?” Enzo asked.

“Yes, but do you have any idea how many Gryffindors are in this castle?”

“Enough.” Theo grinned wildly, his lips spreading evilly. The two boys crossed their arms and stood resolutely in front of the door.

“He’ll never figure out who it was,” you taunted, crossing your arms. Then just below the three of you, you heard a sharp shout of rough consonants.

“WHO THE FUCK WAS TALKING ABOUT HER?”

At the sound of Mattheo’s tone, the two boys exchanged an excited glance and quickly pushed themselves through the door. As they unblocked your path, you sped toward the door.

Just as you reached the gaping threshold, they slammed the door shut right in your face. You pressed your body against the door, beating your hands on the solid wood.

“THEODORE NOTT, LORENZO BERKSHIRE, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR!” you shrieked over their mocking laughter on the other side.

Something heavy clunked against the door and acted as their replacement as their chuckling voices disappeared down the hall.

No matter how hard you banged on the door’s solid wood, you realized you were never getting out of this unless—

You gasped and backed away from the door. Your wand. You could blast the door to pieces and repair it later.

With a successful smirk on your lips, you ran over to your bedside table and reached for the thin piece of material.

And just as your fingers curled around the wand, you heard a distant shout of “Accio!” Then your wand was flying out of your hand and zipping towards, then under the door.

You shrieked in anger before collapsing against your bed. You couldn’t believe that was going to go any other way, considering how well you knew the boys. It was well out of your hands now.

“You’ll thank us later, darling,” Enzo’s laughing voice was heard distantly through the stone walls. It took only a second for it to be drowned out by your frustrated groans and Theo’s taunting against some unknown assailant. You just hoped they wouldn’t hurt any of those students too badly…sort of.

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jjunieworld · 3 months

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from the start ⊹៹🎐༉‧₊˚

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, bestfriends to lovers, first love!soobin, mutual (unknown) pining, a drop of angst (i can’t help myself)

synopsis: you never really understood the saying “you’ll always remember your first love,” but that was before you fell in love with your bestfriend soobin. now all of it makes sense. you notice everything about him, from his dimpled smile to the way he could go on and on about the things he loves. and that just makes you fall for him more. cupid has shot an arrow through your heart and you can’t take keeping your feelings for him inside anymore.

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a/n: based off from the start by laufey and part two of my v-day event! you already know i had to write for the first love!soobin agenda, it’s just too good! hoped you got the movie reference i threw in there ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა enjoy! ♡

if you were being honest, you weren’t listening to a single thing that soobin was saying to you. you had your head in your hand that was resting on the table, a lazy smile grazed your lips. the drinks and food the both of you got at your local café had been long abandoned. staring at him intently, his words went through one ear and out the other.

instead, you were more focused on the way he was speaking. arms flailing around as he explained to you whatever it was that he was talking about, his face shifting from expression to expression. the way he would look at you occasionally with slightly wide eyes that shined brightly, the corners of his lips always tilted upwards. god, you were so in love with him. just watching him talk made you fall deeper and deeper.

“y/n… are you listening?”

your ears perked up at the sound of your name. there was a slight awkwardness hanging in the air as soobin awaited your answer. soobin looked at you with those slightly wide eyes, still shining. there was a sheepish smile on his face, making you look at his dimpled cheeks. “of course i’m listening!” you replied. “keep talking!” soobin laughed shyly before continuing.

this time you focused on what he was saying. “—and, i don’t know, i just feel like she would really like it! do you think a locket is too much? would you like a locket in this situation?” you held down the urge to roll your eyes at the mention of your best friend’s crush. it killed you inside knowing that he didn’t feel the same way about you.

“a locket is cute! i’d like it if someone got me a locket! would wear it everyday even,” you pushed out, a practiced fake smile appearing on your face. soobin’s smile widened and you felt your heart leap at the sight. “really?” he asked. “it’s not too much?” you shook your head, your smile becoming ever so slightly less fake. the way he was staring at you like you held all the answers in the universe, you couldn’t take it anymore. why did he have to look at you like that?

you thought of confessing your feelings for him right then and there, even if you knew it would end in disaster. you could practically feel cupid’s arrow in your heart. if only soobin did too. the scenario rang in your head, the crushing, unrequited heartbreak, the end of the two of you being best friends. you could never do it, not that you would anyway. ever since you admitted that you were in love with soobin, you were a giggling mess around him, cheeks always heated. quietness hanging between the two of you that you so desperately wish he’d fill. tell you how much he liked you too.

when you first heard the saying “you always remember your first love,” you didn’t really understand it. but then again, you were never in love before. not until now. not until the feelings for your childhood best friend hit you full force. not until soobin. though you knew you would never be together, that didn’t stop you from melting everytime he smiled at you. laughed at one of your lame jokes. sat close to you, head on top of yours as you watched a movie together. a burning pain shot through your heart.

“should i get it in gold or silver?” soobin asked, oblivious to your inner turmoil. you shrugged a little, “depends on her, really. just pay attention to the kind of jewelry she wears.” he nodded, deep in thought, as his eyes trailed along the rings on your fingers. “everyone’s different,” you added. “perfect! thank you, y/n! i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

you laid your hands onto the table, trying not to let the hurt show through your smile.

everytime you asked who this mystery girl was, soobin would always divert the question to something else. it was bad enough that he was clearly in love with someone else, but it was even worse that he wouldn’t even tell you who this someone else was. you were his best friend, for crying out loud!

soobin would go on and on about this girl, tell you how perfect she was, how she was his dream girl. “she’s everything i’ve ever wanted,” he had told you once. you thought he was thinking a little too far ahead. it’s only been about two months since he’s been telling you about her, at least openly, asking for your input on various gifts or conversation topics.

you were brought back to reality with soobin sighing dreamily. his head was in his hands, tilted to the side, and his body was leaned onto the table. “y/n, she’s so perfect. you don’t understand—“

blah blah blah, you thought. you lifted your eyebrows, nodding along at his words. you couldn’t take hearing any more of it. the idea of confessing your feelings became more and more tempting. even if it did ruin your friendship forever, at least you wouldn’t have to hear him daydream about some other girl.

“binnie, i’m sorry to cut you off, but i gotta go…” you trailed off, lying through your teeth. soobin’s smile faltered slightly as he glanced at his phone. “o-oh, okay!” you both stood to your feet. soobin handed you your bag of food and your drink, which you took from him with a smile. he pulled you into a tight hug, his hands resting at the small of your back, as he said, “don’t forget about our movie tonight.”

soobin pulled away, but still held you in his arms. “wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, causing him to smile. the two of you were so close, faces inches away from each other, that your heart started to beat rapidly. he let go of you and you felt empty without his warm embrace. soobin’s eyebrows raised suddenly, his face falling into a serious expression. “and you’re sure the locket isn’t too much?”

you just smiled, “if it were me, i would love it.” you exchanged your goodbyes and you speed walked to your car. you didn’t even know why he bothered with these gifts. the last two gifts he gave this mystery girl, she didn’t even end up liking.

“she didn’t really like them,” soobin had told you, the two of you were walking down the streetlight illuminated sidewalk. the cold winter air pierced through your thin jacket. he handed the gift to you, it was still in its elaborately decorated box. you opened it, a shocked smile on your face at its contents. it was a pair of knitted mittens that he clearly had gotten handmade. you remembered him telling you about it a few weeks ago. “but when i asked you, you said you’d really like them. so why let them go to waste!” soobin added.

that’s usually how his gift giving to this mystery girl went. it made you really dislike whoever she was. all these well thought out gifts from soobin and she couldn’t even have the common courtesy to accept them? it made your blood boil.

you looked to your hands that were resting on your steering wheel. those same knitted handmade mittens soobin had gifted you a month ago covered them. sighing at them, you pulled them off and threw them onto your passenger seat as you drove home.

laying on your bed, you looked through your window at the setting sun. the hues of dark blue and burnt wisps of orange perfectly visualizing how you felt. the moon shined brightly against the darkening backdrop, illuminating you.

“what should i do?” you asked the moon. the moon didn’t give a response. instead, she shined brighter as the world got darker. you sighed and sat up, it was almost time to meet soobin as his place for your movie night. “should i just tell him tonight, after the movie? face the terrifying unrequited instead of letting my love for him drive me insane?”

again, there was no response from the moon. you stood and walked to the window, staring up at the moon from the open blinds. “either way, damage will be done. you’re right, moon.”

tonight, you were gonna confess your feelings. you were gonna spend the whole movie taking in as much of your best friend before you ultimately lose him. you began getting ready, laughing wryly. “i sound like a lunatic,” you muttered to yourself.

just as you had finished getting ready, making sure to keep your outfit casual, you had gotten a text from soobin asking when you were coming. you shot him a quick text back, telling him you were on your way, as you raced to put your jacket on. you made sure to wear the gifts he had given you that this mystery girl didn’t want; the handmade mittens, a charm bracelet, and a pair of cute but simple earrings.

soobin had flung his door open, a wide smile lighting up his features. he ushered you in, to where he already had everything set up. a big bowl of popcorn sat on the living room table. the movie that the two of you were gonna watch, flipped, was ready to play on the tv.

“wow, you already have everything ready!” you commented as you took a seat on the couch. soobin sat down directly next to you, so close that your arms were pressed together. he gave you a shy smile, a chuckle on his lips, “i take our movie nights seriously!”

at some point in the movie, you had cuddled up into his side, your head resting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around you as you stared at the screen. it was hard to focus on the movie with soobin playing with the charm bracelet he had gifted you absentmindedly. you shifted slightly, trying to focus your thoughts on the movie.

it was proving more and more increasingly difficult as the movie drew nearer and nearer to the end. the only relief you got was when soobin had paused the movie to make more popcorn.

the two of you had gotten slightly distracted. you were trying to see who could catch the piece of popcorn in their mouth first and you were both failing horrible. the sound of your giggles filled the room as the piece of popcorn somehow bounced off your nose and landed in your mouth. you raised your arms in the air as you cheered, laughing happily. “i can’t believe i got that!”

“you must’ve cheated somehow!” soobin pouted lightly. the two of you were facing each other, popcorn bowl between you. you took a couple pieces of popcorn from the bowl and ate them smugly, “no… i’m just that good!” soobin laughed and it was so infectious that it made you join in as well.

“how could she sit there and laugh and look so beautiful?”

you doubled over onto his chest, briefly forgetting about the movie and almost spilling the bowl of popcorn between the two of you. you and soobin’s laughs filled the room, seemingly laughing at nothing at this point. laughing because the other was laughing. you wished it could be like this forever.

soobin glowed in the silver light of the tv screen, and you had to refrain yourself from staring openly at him. you snuck looks at him when he was distracted, looking down to get more popcorn or throwing his head back slightly to laugh. it wasn’t enough.

once the movie ended and you had helped soobin clean up is when you really felt like your heart was gonna escape your chest from how hard it was pounding against the cage of your ribs. this was it. this was your time to confess.

you took in your best friend's appearance for what would probably be the last time, taking in every last detail. the way he stood so tall that he towered over you. the way he walked around the room making sure not to knock things over. the way his dimples appeared when he talked or smiled and how said smile was always directed at you. you took a deep breath and tried to steady yourself for what you were about to say next.

“hey, binnie?” you called out to him. he turned from where he stood next to the tv, messing with the buttons on the side of it. he had turned the lights on so you both were no longer in the dark. a small smile spread across his mouth, “yeah?” you took another deep breath, you had to get this off your chest. it was now or never. now or watch him obsess over someone else for the rest of your life.

“i love you,” you said. soobin turned to you fully from where you sat curled into the side of the couch, remote control hanging from his fingertips limply. his features softened and he looked at you fondly, “i love you too, y/nie.” you smiled slightly but shook your head. “no, i mean—i love you, love you,” you tried to clarify, looking away as your cheeks heated.

out the corner of your eye you saw him move towards you and felt the couch cushion dip next to you. his hand entered your vision as it cupped your cheek, guiding your face to look at his. soobin had a big smile on his face. your brows furrowed, “why are you smiling? i’m being serious, soobin!”

soobin just laughed a little, causing your confusion to deepen. did he really think you were joking? your eyes widened when instead of the rejection you were expecting, soobin instead softly joined his lips together with yours. “you idiot,” he finally replied against your lips, deepening the kiss as he pulled you closer to him.

after he pulled away, you were left breathless and even more confused. soobin looked at you with so much love in his eyes it had taken you aback. it was as if the veil between the two of you had been lifted. “i love you, love you, too,” soobin smiled.

“b-but, what—the mystery girl you’ve been talking about, what about her? didn’t you say she was your dream girl? your soulmate?” you stammered.

soobin chuckled as he got up from the couch. he walked back over to the tv and reached behind it, grabbing a small, nicely decorated box. soobin walked back over to the couch and sat down next to you again. he held the box out to you, “you beat me to the confession.”

you were in such shock all you could do was take the box numbly. when you opened it, you let out a gasp. there laid the locket soobin had been going on and on about earlier today, it’s intricately designed heart tugging on your emotions. you looked up to him, a bright smile on your face.

“there was no other girl,” soobin spoke, “only you. i guess i kinda messed up with my whole approach. i didn’t mean for it to seem like there was someone else, i was only trying to gauge your reactions to see if you liked me back…” you lightly shoved him, mouth still open in shock. “so you’re saying your dream girl, your soulmate, was me?” you asked. you desperately needed the clarification, to hear it come out of his own mouth in his own words.

soobin laughed, his features brightening with his smile, “yes, it was you! i have loved you from the start!”

you gently sat the locket box on the table and practically threw yourself onto his lap, attacking his lips with kisses. soobin laughed throughout the whole thing, holding your waist. “you idiot,” you started as you pulled back. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“why didn’t you?” he countered, then grimaced slightly as he remembered his mistake. “nevermind,” soobin added, making you laugh. “i didn’t want things to change between us for the worse. i didn’t want to lose my best friend.”

you kissed him again, “you could never lose me.” you grabbed the locket box and took the necklace out of it. soobin gently took from your hands and motioned for you to turn around, which you did. he clasped the locket onto your neck and you looked down at it as you turned back to him. it matched your charm bracelet and earrings perfectly.

“open it,” soobin said lightly. inside, on each side, was a picture of you and a picture of him. “when you close it, we kiss!” he exclaimed, demonstrating for you. you giggled and pressed your lips to his. “thank you, binnie, i love it. i love you.”

you and soobin had been dating for almost a year when he presented you with one of his many gifts over the span of your relationship. the two of you were at the park where you had met as kids, taking in the lush scenery and cool air.

“you have to stop giving me so many gifts,” you muttered as he showed you the box. your words got caught in your throat when you opened it to find a ring inside. the ring matched all of the other jewelry he had gotten you. you looked at soobin with eyes so wide they were gonna pop out of your head. “this isn’t the real thing,” soobin stated. “that moment will be a lot more special. but take this as my promise to love you forever.”

soobin slipped the ring onto your left hand ring finger and pressed a kiss against it. tears brimmed in your eyes as you pulled him into a tight hug. when you pulled away, the tears had fallen and were trailing down your cheeks. soobin cupped your face and wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs, then kissed you passionately.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him to you. “i love you so much, soobin,” you said against his lips with a warm smile. you rested your forehead against his. “i love you more,” soobin replied.

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itneverendshere · 7 days

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guilty conscience (+18)

chapter iii

pairing: rafe cameron x female!reader

summary: when ward cameron, a renowned business man and millionaire specifically requested your services through an escort agency, you assumed it would be just another job—brief and straightforward. however, your entire world shifted when ward disclosed his true intentions and rafe cameron stumbled into your life. there were rules, and rules were meant to be followed.

was money worth breaking someone’s heart?

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Your phone buzzed in your nightstand, startling you out of your reverie.

With a sigh, you fished it out, glancing at the screen to see Ward's name flashing in bold letters. You’d just texted him an hour earlier but spared any details for your sake.

Taking a deep breath, you answered the call, plastering on your most professional tone.

"Hey, Ward. How's it going?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by Ward's booming voice, filled with impatience.

"Well? Did you find him? How's it going over there?"

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to tell him you royally fucked up. The truth was things hadn't exactly gone according to plan. Rafe had slipped through your fingers not once, but twice, leaving you feeling more defeated than ever.

But you couldn't let Ward know that. Not yet, at least.

"It's... going." you replied vaguely, trying to keep your tone upbeat.

There was a pause on the other end, and you could practically hear Ward's mind whirring with impatience.

"Make it faster," he snapped, his tone sharp and demanding. "He’ll be at the golf course tomorrow, 9 sharp.”

The golf course?!

You had never golfed a day in your life, let alone attempted to blend in with a bunch of rich snobs on the green. For fuck’s sake. This was going to be a disaster.

On the other hand, you were nothing if not resourceful. You didn’t know the first thing about golf, but you were a quick learner. And if there was one thing you were good at, it was improvising on the fly.

“Sofia works there. Get his attention off her.”

Easier said than done.

“Ward, your son looks at her like she hung the moon and the stars."

"I don't pay you to play matchmaker, sweetheart," he retorted sharply, his tone laced with irritation. "I pay you to get the job done. Now, I don't want any excuses tomorrow. Make sure you're at that golf course bright and early, and don't screw this up."

With that, he hung up the phone.

Fucking assshole.

You slammed your phone down on the nightstand, cursing under your breath.

Ward might have been your current employer, but that didn't mean you had to like him. Dealing with his crap was like dealing with a spoiled toddler throwing a tantrum. Except, you know, this toddler had a lot more money and power, which somehow made it even worse.

You were not some puppet he could just yank around whenever he felt like it, constantly ordering you around like some sort of lackey.

But you were not about to let Ward's ridiculous demands get the best of you. If he wanted you to be a professional golfer, you would give him just that.

The evening turned into a crash course on all things golf. Who knew there was so much to learn about golf etiquette? You spent hours glued to your laptop, absorbing every last detail you could find. And those YouTube tutorials? Let's just say you had never clicked on a video so fast in your life.

Then came the real fun—practicing your swing.

Spoiler alert: it was a hot mess. You must've looked like a total dweeb flailing around with that golf club in your hotel room.

And let's not forget about perfecting your fake smile. You must've spent a solid hour in front of the mirror, trying out different variations until you found the one that said, "I'm totally a golf pro, trust me."

By the time morning rolled around, you were as ready as you'd ever be.

You found yourself standing outside the gates of the local Country Club, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. You glanced down at your outfit, a bunch of preppy pieces that you hoped screamed "I belong here" rather than "I have no idea what I'm doing."

And hey, bonus points for the fact that it made your ass and legs look great. Confidence boost, check.

With a mental pep talk and a final adjustment to your collar, you stepped through the gates, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. The crisp scent of freshly cut grass filled the air, mingling with the distant sound of clubs striking balls and polite laughter. You felt like a fish out of water in this sea of polo shirts and khaki shorts, but you refused to let it show.

Taking a deep breath, you approached the pro shop, hoping they had something available for a last-minute rental. Inside, it was bustling with old men browsing through rows of shiny clubs and chatting with the staff.

You stepped up to the counter, plastering on your best smile as you tried to appear confident.

“Hi there," you greeted the clerk, your voice coming out a little shakier than you would have liked. "I was wondering if you had any clubs available for rent?"

The clerk eyed you curiously, clearly noticing your lack of golf attire. "Sure thing," he replied with a friendly smile. "What kind of clubs are you looking for?"

You paused, realizing you had no idea what kind of clubs you needed. "Um, just something... basic?" you ventured, feeling completely out of your depth.

The clerk nodded understandingly and disappeared into the back room, returning a moment later with a set of clubs. "These should do the trick," he said, handing them over to you. "Just sign here, and you're all set."

You hastily scribbled your signature on the rental form, feeling a rush of relief as you finally held the clubs in your hands.

The course stretched out before you, lush green fairways bordered by trees and dotted with sand traps and water hazards. It all looked so pristine and posh, like something out of a magazine. You couldn't help but admire the luxury of it all, even though you felt like a total fish out of water.

Glancing around, you realized you were flying solo. No caddy to show you the ropes, no fellow players to offer tips or cheer you on. It was just you, your instincts, and the vast expanse of the course.

And let's not forget, your sheer power of delusion.

Taking a deep breath, you placed your ball on the tee and tried to remember everything you'd learned from those YouTube tutorials.

Grip firm, eye on the ball, swing smooth. Easy, right?

With trembling hands, you lifted the club and took a practice swing, hoping to shake off some of the jitters. Then, with a quick scan down the fairway, you drew back and swung.

The ball sailed through the air, arcing gracefully before landing with a satisfying thud on the fairway. It wasn't the most impressive shot in the world, but it was a start. You hadn't missed the ball entirely or accidentally hit someone in the head.

Small victories and all.

You grinned, feeling a rush of pride. Maybe this golf thing wasn't so bad after all.

You continued to take swings, each one feeling a little more confident than the last. It was all about finding that rhythm, hearing that satisfying "thwack" when the club met the ball, and watching it soar through the air.

You got lost in the game, forgetting all about the stress of the morning. The sun was climbing, spreading this warm, cozy light over the course, and all around you, there were these little moments of nature - birds chirping, clubs swishing, and the occasional "fore!" from nearby players.

It was kind of peaceful, in a way. All you cared about was nailing that next shot. Walking down the fairway, you couldn't help but grin to yourself. Sure, you weren’t exactly a golf prodigy, but who cared?

Just as you were lining up for another swing, a voice startled you from behind. "Hey new face, need a hand?"

“Fuck!” You blurted out, nearly dropping the club at the sound of his voice.

There he was, Rafe Cameron, looking all cool and collected in his golf gear like he'd just stepped out of a magazine. And of course, he caught you in the middle of your amateur hour on the course. You were hoping to find him during a break, probably around the bar, lurking around Sofia.

"Hey.” he said with a smirk, sauntering over to where you stood frozen in embarrassment. "Didn't mean to scare you.”

You tried to muster up a nonchalant response, but all that came out was a nervous chuckle. "Yeah. Just, you know, getting some practice in."

For the first time in my life, you’d like to add.

Rafe glanced down at the clubs in your hand, a glint in his eyes.

"Practice, huh? Well, you definitely look like you're giving it your all."

You wanted to die.

You forced a smile, hoping he couldn't see the panic swirling beneath the surface. "Yeah, well, gotta start somewhere, right?"

He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Mind if I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. This was not part of the plan, but you welcomed it anyway. You couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of him witnessing your less-than-stellar golfing skills up close. But then again, you weren’t here to become a professional golfer, you were here to woo him off his feet and get paid.

Ward's words echoed in your mind—get his attention off her. And what better way to do that than by keeping him occupied with small talk on the golf course?

You shrugged, "The more, the merrier, right?"

"Exactly.” He said, falling into step beside you as you headed down the fairway. "So, how long have you been playing?"

You hesitated, not wanting to admit that this was your first time on a golf course. "Oh, you know, just getting into it recently," You replied vaguely, hoping he wouldn't press for details. "How about you?”

Rafe ran a hand through his tousled hair. "Been playing since I was a kid," he admitted. "It's kind of a family thing."

Of course, it is. Rich people. Nothing like a little golf for some family bonding time. But it gave you the opening you needed to make a personal connection. Nothing like sharing personal information to establish contact.

“That’s cute. My family thing was shoving pizzas down our throat every Friday.”

Rafe chuckled at your comment, the sound genuine. “Pizza Fridays sound pretty great, actually."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. Maybe this wouldn't be as awkward as you'd feared. "Yeah, they were definitely the highlight of the week," you admitted. "But I have to say, golf seems a lot more... sophisticated."

Rafe raised an eyebrow. "Sophisticated, huh? You must be hanging out with the wrong crowd."

You felt yourself relax a little more with each passing moment.

"Maybe I just need the right teacher," you said, giving him a sideways glance.

Rafe's smile widened, and he stepped a little closer, "Well, lucky for you, I happen to know a thing or two about golf."

"Is that so?" you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite the sudden flutter in your stomach.

Rafe nodded, his expression turning more serious. "Yeah," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "If you're interested, I'd be happy to show you."

You could feel every little detail, like how close you were and the intensity in his eyes, like they were trying to unravel some mystery hidden deep inside you.

No, no, no.

Pull yourself together! You mentally slapped yourself, shaking off the dreamy haze that seemed to cloud your brain whenever he looked at you. You had goals, a mission to nail, and getting all googly-eyed over some suave, wealthy guy was not on the agenda.

You flashed him this playful grin, trying to play it cool even though your heart was doing somersaults in your chest.

"Oh, I dunno," you teased, taking a little step back to collect yourself. "Golf lessons? Sounds like it could burn a hole in my wallet. Can't be going broke over a new hobby."

Rafe chuckled, his eyes lingering on you for a second before he backed off, “You think I’d charge you?”

The way he said it, so casually, it sent a thrill through you, but you knew better than to let yourself get carried away. This was part of the game, after all.

“You’re always this nice to strangers?”

His blonde, tousled hair fell just so, framing his angular jawline, while a subtle stubble added a rugged charm to his appearance. And his smile... ugh, it's like he knew how fine he was. Rafe had this smirk that was just... chef's kiss. And his eyes? Sparkling like he was up to no good but in the best way possible. You couldn’t stop staring.

“Only the pretty ones.” he replied smoothly, his tone dripping with flirtation.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, trying to maintain your composure despite the butterflies dancing in your stomach. But damn, if he didn't have a way with words.

"Well, lucky me then," you quipped, hoping your voice sounded steadier than you felt. “But don't think you're getting off that easy. I’m not just some pretty face, you know.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, gaze fixed on your hands as you moved them to fix your ponytail, “Is that so?"

Ah, you have no idea.

"Guess you'll just have to stick around to find out,” you replied with a cheeky wink, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. “But fair warning, I'm not exactly a pro at this.”

Rafe chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Don't worry,” he said, his voice softening. “I'll go easy on you.”

His confident demeanor was infectious, and you couldn't resist playing along.

“Who said I wanted easy?”

He tilted his head slightly, his hair shifted with the movement, “You think you can take me?”

With that, he gestured for you to take the next shot. You could feel his eyes on you as you lined up your shot, the weight of his gaze fueling your focus.

Taking a deep breath, you blocked out all distractions and focused on the ball. Grip firm, eyes locked on the target, you swung the club with all the force you could muster.

The ball sailed through the air, soaring gracefully before landing with a satisfying thud on the fairway. You couldn't help but grin as you watched it roll to a stop, a surge of pride coursing through your veins.

Rafe let out a low whistle, his expression somewhat impressed. "Not bad," he conceded. "Let's see if you can keep it up."

“Sounds like you’re scared…”

His eyebrows practically hit the sky when you threw down the gauntlet, his lips curling up. "Scared?" he shot back, his voice oozing with playful doubt, “Of you?”

Oh boy.

“Of losing.”

“Pretty girl, I don’t lose.”

Yeah, we’ll see about that.

“And you’d swing a lot harder if you arched your back just a little.”

"How so?” you retorted, your tone teasing.

Rafe stepped up behind you, his presence suddenly much closer than before. His large hands gently adjusted your posture, touch gentle yet firm.

"Like this," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he guided you through the motion.

The warmth of his palms seeped through the fabric of your shirt, sending a wave of tingles across your skin. His fingers rested lightly against your sides, the pressure just enough to provide guidance without feeling intrusive. You tried to focus on his instructions, on the proper form and technique, but it was so fucking hard with him standing so close.

Every subtle movement, every brush of his body against yours…goddamn. You bit your lip to stifle a gasp, unable to believe how good it felt to have him so close.

"Alright, let's work on that swing.”

There was a confidence in his tone, a subtle reassurance that made you want to combust on the spot. The way his voice rose and fell with each word…it was difficult to do anything with the sensation of his touch sending your senses into overdrive.

You tilted your head slightly and threw out the question, "Like this?"

Before he could even answer, you couldn't resist the urge to push the boundaries a bit. So, you arched your back ever so subtly, pressing yourself back into him. It was a total spur-of-the-moment move.

There was a beat of silence that felt like an eternity. And then, oh my god, you felt his hands tighten slightly on your waist.

“Just like that.”

But then he stepped back and you couldn't help but feel disappointment at the loss of his proximity. You gave yourself a mental shake and got back into the swing of things – pun totally intended.

Grabbing the club again, you were all set to take your next shot. With Rafe's tips fresh in your mind, you took a swing, putting everything you had into it. And would you believe it? The ball actually went where you wanted it to, landing way closer to the hole than you expected.

Rafe's reaction was priceless. His eyebrows shot up again, and there was this look in his eyes like, this time he was genuinely impressed.

Score one for you.

But you weren’t about to get cocky just yet. So, you gave him a smirk and threw down the gauntlet.

“Funnily enough, I never lose either.”

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chuubbles · 1 year

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holiday scenarios with: ENHYPEN 🎄

w. fluff, flirty stuff, mentions of food(?) | not proofread! | author’s note: just some cute scenarios <3 and happy holidays my loves!!!!

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yang jungwon (양정원): shopping

yall would definitely go pre-holiday shopping

like i mean early as in october

you guys both got friends and family to get gifts for

jungwon would def try to be sneaky and get gifts for you behind your back

casually just asks you to try on certain rings or bracelets (hes tryna get your sizes 🤭)

fails miserably cause you get distracted by all these bright colors and trinkets

has to watch you flail your arms in public while gasping and running off to a different store across the street

gets a little embarrassed from all the stares youve earned, but doesnt care in the end because he loves you

you two would be curious shoppers together <3

yall would def get compliments from the old asian ladies calling you guys a cute couple

“you should get married!!!”

that causes him to turn bright red while he tries to hide his face from you

he’ll really appreciate being able to go outside in the cold with you (for shopping ofc)

sharing a scarf or him bundling you under his jacket is a must

or he just puts your hand inside his pocket, his hand intertwined with yours !!!

lee heeseung (이희승): gaming + ramyeon

gamers unite🗣️ (and ramyeon enjoyers)

he makes you guys ramyeon, trying to plate it nicely in a bowl rather than a plastic container

finds those youtube “hacks” as to how to enhance your ramyeon

a disaster is formed

he ends up spilling soup everywhere in the kitchen

somehow ends up with a noodle on his sleeve

how can you get mad at him though?

he got his bambi eyes ready to get him outta trouble

you just sigh, giving him a kiss while removing the noodle from his sleeve

you can feel him smiling sheepishly through the kiss

you guys sit on the soft couch together, both under a blanket after eating

you both agree to play the switch instead of the wii

he explores your animal crossing world for a while, fishing next to you<3

tries beating up your villagers for some reason (plz help him)

then all of a sudden its mario kart time and you are VIOLENT

he lost every round, making the excuse “im just letting you win.. you havent seen my full potential” while laughing

park jongseong (박종성): cooking

yall decided to host a holiday party: meaning when theres a party, theres a lot of prepping

jay definitely wishes he could spend this day with you another way

but he sees how happy you are cooking and decorating

he definitely volunteers to help around the house

he finds himself having more fun in the kitchen with you, though

some soft tunes are coming out of his phone (like some r&b keshi vibes ykyk)

slowly presses his chest against your back while youre slicing carrots

holds onto your waist and sways you back and forth with him

def places some warm kisses on your shoulders and neck

you eventually hum along to the current song, giving in to his actions

you lower your knife onto the cutting board, letting him turn you around and kiss you

he spins you around chuckling

pecks at your cheeks and forhead a lot (aka his way of showing his appreciation towards you)

“okay, okay, jay. i love you but i really need to work on this” you give him one more quick kiss

little do you know hes admiring your hardwork and the way you look under the kitchen light

sim jaeyun (심재윤): gingerbread houses

it started off with jake saying he could build a better ginger bread house than you

and he said that damn well knowing how competitive you are

which leads to your current situation

youre hands are covered in icing, so the only thing to do is to rub your hands all over jake’s face

“hey!!” hes basically giggling crazy at this point

you point at him laugjing (even wheezing bro)

an hour later, you guys both finished your gingerbread houses

so you both take the extra candies and eat them together

you also just chat about your day and have some cute moments together

jake grabs your face with one hand, opening your mouth and putting a peppermint in it

you do the same but with a gumdrop, returning the favor

he got his cheeky ass smile on now

he’d probably kiss you even with the gumdrop in his mouth (i mean whats new between yall)

but this mf still has the icing on his face so you cant take his flirty moves seriously

it looks like he just murdered someone

you end up taking a bath with him with gingerbread scented candles burning away on the windowsill (wow how romantic)

park sunghoon (박성훈): ice skating

idc what anyone says an ice skating date is a must

youve told him multiple times youre not that good at ice skating, but hes your boyfriend so he can help you, right?

nope, because after letting go of your tight grip for a second youre stumbling like a newborn giraffe

even with him as your personal walker, or the ice skating rink’s walker, its not working

everytime you fall he just skates back to you elegantly, lifting you off the ground like hes some angel gaurdian that came to save you

“and who are you? do you have a girlfriend?” you say wiggling your eyebrows while he helps you up for the 34th time

he just laughs and kisses your cheeks and head in the middle of the rink (other ppl had to watch this bro 🧍‍♀️)

eventually you get the hang of it and you can glide without holding onto the wall

a lot of people end up leaving so sunghoon shows off a bit to you

mans is doing flips and spins and tricks for you girl

you just clap and yell excitedly meanwhile hes feeling all shy in front of you

somehow he didnt fall once but also looked elegant

sunghoon skates over to you sitting on the cold ice floor, plopping down next to you

he looks a little worn out now, but doesnt mind cause all that matters is youre having fun <3

ofc afterwards you guys get some hot coco or a hot latte to share

kim seunwoo (김선우): bunny café

honestly i could see him being up to going to a bunny café with you

considering youve been begging him for ages

being surrounded in cute bunnies and your boyfriend sitting next to you, feeding one

youre basically in heaven

ofc you had to gossip with him there

“no way he cheated on her…” he says gasping

sunoo smiles looking at you, and blush creeps onto your cheeks

after playing for a while yall wanna eat something sweet

you both decide on getting a mint choco ice cream smoothie (btw im a mint choco lover)

the great thing about you and sunoo is, you both have the same interests making it impossible to fight

once you guys are done with the smoothie, he opens the lid and scoops out the clumped ice cream from the bottom of the cup

he feeds it to you across the table <3

meanwhile the bunnies are just at the bottom looking up (👁️👁️) wondering if its for them

after the bunny café hes super worn out and tired

so you guys go to your shared apartment and cuddle and sleep on the couch !

nishimura riki (西村力): movie binging

movie binging nights in bed are bound to happen

not even just holiday related movies, like every movie available on netflix

you guys were watching everything from horror to like cute cartoons (rilakkuma 😭)

niki made popcorn for you and ofc you have to share with him

he acts like a child during some movies, shrieking at scary things or crying over a character dying

i feel like he’d be laying on your lap

really enjoys it when you play with his hair

niki would probably start whining if you ever pause the movie to go do something

then all of a sudden this boy wants to watch megamind

so you obviously comply

you dont remember finding megamind that interesting of a movie

he makes it funnier, randomly adding sound effects or comparing certain characters to his members

“yah! jay kind of looks like megamind!” hed start laughing crazy

you could only sigh and smile

afterwards youre tired af, so you fell asleep in like 5 minutes

niki hugs you from behind, his face snuggling against your neck before he goes off to dream land <3

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i hope you guys enjoyed!! i wanted to post something for the holidays

-xoxo,

chubbles

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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I Can’t Breathe…

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

WandaNat x Fem!Reader (“Platonic”)

Warnings‼️: Suicidal ideation / attempt, Depression, descriptions of drowning both physically/emotionally, Disassociation, and misguided anger. | 1,836 Words

Drowning… You’d always heard it was a peaceful way to go, that once your body’s natural panic is overrun by the all consuming body of water that it’s just like going to sleep. It’s definitely not like the movies, there’s no grand fight to survive, you don’t flail about for hours on end screaming for someone to help, no, it’s a much more daunting experience. Silence all but surrounds you as you try just to keep your head above water, when the exhaustion in your limbs starts to win out, and the panic seeps in it’s likely you’ll gasp or hyperventilate before you finally submerge to the darkness threatening to pull you in.

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From a personal standpoint you reason it also can’t be that bad when it already feels like you’re drowning above ground to begin with. You watch on, the physical being that houses you walks around lifelessly, and you watch from beneath the surface to see the wreckage.

It’s like you’re not even a person anymore, to exist within the four walls of the compound is nothing short of dreadful, for you and all those who are stuck living around you.

The way everyone looks to you now like you’re no more than a disappointment, as if their life would improve if you were gone, and as the days blend together, and Steve yells at you for the millionth time this year, you begin to think it’s a rather proper assumption.

“Y/L/N! For Christ’s sake what has gotten into you?! Are you so careless that you can’t follow a simple order from your superiors?,” you say nothing, eyes focused in on the star on his suit., “Ignoring me are we? God, you’ve really lost touch with reality haven’t you?,” he releases a bitter chuckle as he moves to level with you., “Put all of us in danger today when you unfroze reality before we were even ready! Now Bucky’s in the infirmary, and not a soul here in is unharmed besides you. You’re a disaster!”

“Jesus Steve, lay off the kid!,” Tony tries to defend you, and if you had the energy to you’d tell him to stop, to drop it because Steve was right, you’re far off from reality, but instead you remain just as silent as when the soldier was directly speaking to you. As the men began to bicker you find your feet move of their own accord, removing you from the dissension; aimlessly you walk the halls of the compound with nothing but the peaceful sounds of waves crashing over you in your mind.

Natasha and Wanda share a panicked look when you walked out of the conference room with that newfound empty expression of yours, those eyes of yours no longer holding all that they’ve grown to love about you. You’re just a hollowed out shell of what they all once knew, long ago are the days where you would smile, and it’s breaking them to see you so torn up. You’ve completely shut them out, it’s been months since they even got to talk to you, but Wanda reasons that as long as she can feel you it’ll be okay, that they’ll give you this space.

—

“Wands, I’m not sure space is the answer.” Natasha sighs while taking up her space in their shared bed., “She has to hit rock bottom Natty, until then nothing we do will help her.,” Wanda reasons, but a massive part of her wonders if she’s on the right track anymore., “Wanda, I think this is her rock bottom.”

Wanda shuts the light off, and slips into a restless sleep alongside her tormented lover, both of them praying you’ll be there when they awake, but both well aware of the chance that you could very well not be.

—

You’re not sure when you slipped into the tub with all your clothes on, but the little bit of cognition you’re holding onto says it’s been at least two hours. Your body shivers violently as the waters lost all its warmth, but instead of getting out, you slip under the surface, and just as you felt yourself ready to give up you shot up, lungs naturally having you gasp for air. Deeply you wished that you were in favor of living, that you did that for you, but the only reason you stopped the inevitable was them.

Natasha and Wanda deserved better than to find your lifeless body in the tub, to see that you’d pitifully given up, and left them behind to pick up the pieces of your fractured life. Passing on your pain isn’t your intention, and so you step out of the tub, loud squelching noises follow you as your soaked clothes move with you into your connected bedroom.

After changing your clothes you creep into the darkened hallways, the likelihood of anyone being awake right now is low, and even then Tony’s likely in his lab with no mind paid to you and your whereabouts. As quietly as you can you cross the hall and enter the room of the women who’ve owned your heart for the better part of the last five years.

“I’m sorry.,” you choked out, your voice even shocking you since it’d been months since you last muttered a word to anyone, you settled a soft kiss to each of their foreheads, and wiped away your fallen tears from their calm brows., “I love you, please don’t hate me…,”

They couldn’t hear you, or feel you of course; seeing as how you’d frozen time in their tiny space, but you simply couldn’t follow through with your plans without a proper goodbye.

With a wave of your hand you’d teleported out of their bedroom, time resuming for the both of them, and as soon as it did Wanda shot up in a panic. She did in fact feel and hear you, but she couldn’t fucking move, she couldn’t scream out to you, it was a terrifying situation for the witch who’d never been bested like this before.

“Natasha! Get up, Y/N’s about to do something stupid, fuck…,” she shrieked, and the assassin jumped to her feet., “Wanda, what happened?,” she asked while slipping her shoes on, anxiety crawling up her spine when she could smell you, your natural scent having lingered., “She’s trying to end her pain Tasha…,” she says over a choked back sob, her body already halfway out the window., “Go, I’ll be right behind you.”

Wanda flew right off, she knew where you were going—they both did, it was the one place you’d always found a sense of calm in this world.

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It was a beautiful sight, the sunrising over the ocean while your feet dangled over the cliffside, you appreciated the beautiful farewell hues. Memories of all the good flashed across your mind, just like they say it does when one’s about to lose it all, but the oddity here was you’d done nothing to yourself yet. The sound of leaves crunching woke you up from your memory spiral, and it was then you recognized the red hues touching the corner of your mind.

Wanda was stood before you in a mess of tears as you jumped to your feet, pushing her right out of your mind, and you froze the tendrils that sought to bind you in place., “Go home.,” you cooly instructed her, but she just shot more of her magic your way to keep you from your perceived destiny., “Wanda, I’m serious!,” you shouted this time, your patience wasn’t what it used to be, it even hurt to see her flinch, but that just couldn’t compare to your daily misery.

“Y/N, please, you have to know this isn’t the answer!,” you scoffed., “Wanda, this is the only answer that has made sense to me all year.,”

Wanda wasn’t going to stop, you knew that much, so you did the only thing you could do. Wanda pleaded with you to stop, but your hands were up before she could even finish her ‘I love you.,’ hearing it would’ve hurt too much. It wasn’t true anyways, she loved Y/N Y/L/N, and at this point you’re not sure she exists anymore., “I’m sorry Wands, you’ll be okay.”

It was now or never you realized, it was only a matter of time before the other half arrived. Taking a steadying breath you began to run for the cliffs edge, but Natasha’s bike slid across the rocky terrain and she jumped off to tackle you, and to your complete shock it worked. You’d had many skills, but being a better fighter than The Black Widow wasn’t one of them, she always overpowered you when your powers were off limits., “Natasha, get off!”

“Are you fucking stupid? Absolutely not!,” she growled, her face now hovering above yours., “Natalia, I’m not fucking playing, get off of me, and let me put us all out of our misery!,” you struggled against her hold, but it was no use.

Natasha could quite literally hold you in place with her toned thighs alone, and with hands you might as well resolve to letting her carry you home now., “This is beneath you Natasha, saving a screw up like me isn’t your job.” She chuckled humorlessly., “You are beneath me, that is one thing you have correct here Y/L/N.”

Her play on words only pissed you off, as if taunting you was fair at all., “I’m not going back with you two, so give up already!,” she scoffed., “You don’t have a fucking choice.”

You began to thrash beneath her, even if you couldn’t get her off you could definitely upset her peace., “Let me die! It’s my fucking choice, not yours, not hers, mine!,” Wanda was now by you since Natasha cuffed your hands, using her lap she shielded your head from the rocks you were violently bashing against., “I don’t want to do this anymore! I’m so fucking exhausted, I’ve never had a choice, and I finally do now so let me make it, and just fuck right off.”

“Let me go!,” you sobbed repeatedly, and the women watched you, helpless as you broke down beneath them., “I don’t want to live.,” you continued to cry out, your body shook with inconsolable sobs., “Please…,” but the strength you once had faded the longer you laid there.

“Shh, detka, we’ve got you.,” Wanda coo’d, her strong arms lifting your now pliant body up and into her hold, and Natasha scooted in to sandwich you in between them., “We’re not going anywhere dorogoy, you’re not alone.,” she added, laying a kiss to your sweaty temple, and allowing her own tears to finally fall as you heartbreakingly whimpered in Wanda’s arms.

Wanda and Natasha shared a knowing look, this was your rock bottom, and they were glad they got to ensure it stayed metaphorical, and they knew without a shadow of a doubt that they’d do anything to ensure it stayed as such.

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request: Hi, hi! May I request a Rise Leo one-shot? In some battle with a random villain, his long-time friend and crush falls under a mystic love spell that makes her act like she's head over heels for him for a month, and when it's over she doesn't remember any of it? She likes him too but never said anything bc she didn't think he'd like her back. I hope this isn't *too* detailed! Thank you so much for reading this. And pls take your time, I hope you're having a great day!💕

🝮 “ sorry i took so long ”

rise!leo x female!potioned!reader

author’s note: woo, I accidentally may have dragged this out super far…. erm…. i hope You like it,,, 🥺

word count: 6.3k

“ Tell me again why I’m here, Leo!! “

Narrowly dodging the gunk that came your way, dissolving the wall behind you, a shrieking inquiry was tossed at your friend-in-blue as you were both currently running for your lives through the weaving streets of the Hidden City.

“ No one else was available! ”

“ Ugh! ”

You ducked down with a shriek, dodging a mystic spell that popped into glitters and streaks like a firework as it hit the wall instead. Ignoring that, you trailed after a much-too-fast Leo, quickly growing winded, while thinking about this whole mess your best friend, Leo, roped you into.

—-

A sing-songy voice calls out your name. You were in your bathroom, tending to your hair when a special someone called for you. “ one second! “ you called, sitting things down on the counter, smoothing out your shorts, and then peeking out the room to see none other than mister Blue himself jogging in.

“ Y/N! Great, you’re ready, c’mon! ”

His hand has already found yours, lacing fondly and tugging you along to some yet-to-be-disclosed. If it weren’t for previously identical disasters starting just like this, you would have melted into the touch and been all-too delighted at holding this eccentric pal’s hand.

Alas! Thou art no fool, so you resist his pull, leaning backwards and digging your heels into the carpet of your room.

“ Hold on, partner! Remember what I said last time? ”

Narrowing your eyes at him, Leo stops dragging you and drops his shoulders with a sigh.

“ How did it go again, right, quote ‘Per Clause “Stop Getting Y/N in Messed-Up Situations”, Leonardo Hamato is required to debrief Y/N L/N on the shenanigans she is being dragged into’, end quote. ”

“ Exactly, now what is it this time? ”

Rubbing your hands, you shifted your weight and rested a hand on your hip, scrutinizing the turtle with your gaze. He seemed a bit nervous for a second but quickly recovered.

“ I was going to tell you on the way there, but since you’re Miss Impatient—“

Cue your dramatic gasp—

“—I SUPPOSE I can just tell you now. Mikey is doing a special dinner for Pops’ birthday, and I’m on delivery duty to retrieve some mystic ingredient his dish can’t live without. ”

“ Aww, how sweet, okay I’m in. ”

You turned your back to him, retrieving a backpack and filling it with some items. In the meantime, Leo plopped onto your bed with a playful huff, looking around the room he had seen far too many times.

“ See, now was that so hard? ”

Leo hummed curiously.

“ Telling me what we’re doing instead of letting me find out the hard way! “

Unhooking a light jacket from it’s hanger, you pulled it on, arm through arm, and tugged it for good measure. Leo hopped to his feet and came over to you, picking off something stuck to your shoulder. It was a sticker, probably off your computer or notebook. He rolled it between his fingers contemplatively, topping it all off with a dramatic “ hmmmmm ”. You held your breath at the distance, swearing you could smell him… Wait hold on, was that cologne? How the hell—

“ More fun my way. ”

He grinned, grabbing your hand again and yanking you through a portal as you flailed and stuttered out a series of questions, grunts, and groans.

—-

Turns out Mikey left out one important fun-fact, and that was his special ingredient was not only located in a certain witch’s garden ((a community one, but more so a “ local community! ” and not a “ topsider coming down here to take it ” one)), but also that there were crude signs posted up banning a certain brother who may or may not have resembled Leo.

So that’s what landed you two here, in this chase through the underground yokai territory, dodging angry spells and booking it down unfamiliar paths.

“ No one else was available! ”

Leo responded, turning his head to look back at you as you groaned out in annoyance. It wasn’t a shock that you were slower than him, but the distance increasing between you both was alarming enough for him to pivot on his foot and turn. His hand shot out to you, intending to grab yours and just haul you away, but instead your connected hand was yanked. He threw you behind him, shouting “ watch out! “ as he slashed a glass that a pursuing witch had thrown.

The witch—wizard?— glared at you both. He was the last of many to keep up the chase, others having been lost to obstacles, quick-second traps, or who just gave up.

Then his eyes fell upon you, on the ground behind the oh-so-heroic blue, and immediately a slick grin appeared on his face. While still yelling obscenities, the witch cackled while rushing off in the opposite direction.

Confused, Leo turned around to look at you and realize the slashed glass’ contents splatted onto you. Chills shot down his spine as he dropped down into a squat, careful not to touch the substance as it was… seeping into your skin?!

“ Oh, oh man—oh, oh, are you okay? Y/N? Does it hurt?! ”

Frantically, he pat himself down for a rag of sorts to try and wipe the liquid away and prevent anymore from being absorbed into your skin.

Nothing.

He looked back at you with widened eyes, only to find you gazing back at him. You didn’t seem… in pain? You weren’t even yelling at him for throwing you down like that. Were you okay? What was that potion anyways? Did it have no effect on you?

“ Y/N, hey, come on, “

Leo pleaded, reaching a hand out for your forehead. Warm, really warm, he frowned. His arm slacked, returning to his side as he internally pleaded for you to say anything.

After an uncomfortable thickened grew between you both, you finally moved. Leo was both relieved and started, as you began leaning close to him with glossy doe eyes.

“ Ah—haha, hey, Y/N? “

Nervously he stammered, not daring to move an inch. Was there something wrong? Something on his face??

Well, now there was. A kiss, placed softly upon his cheek, followed by arms enveloping him lovingly. Your hand rested on the back of his head, pressing his face into your shoulder as you hugged him.

“ That was a close one… Thank god you’re okay, Leo! ”

Deer in the headlights. Leo was speechless, for once, stiff in your embrace.

“ You scared that witch off, my strong handsome boy. “

Wait, what was that last bit?

Quickly his hands met your shoulders, pulling you off him as he put a gap between the two of y’all. He was searching your eyes for explanation, hands holding your shoulders firmly. There was a deep green hue flushing his cheeks and snout, peeking from up under his mask.

“ What? ”

—-

“ DONNIE! ”

CLASH.

CLANK.

and other sounds of things breaking and rolling.

And then the annoyed growl of a peeved brother.

“ Oh sweet brother of mine, you had better hope your reason for this mess is enough to protect you from my wrath. “

Grumbled the genius brother as he turned from the clutter, seeing Leonardo with a frantic expression—a fresh change of pace to that cocky grin of his—and you, latched to his arm lovingly.

“ Oh, great, you barged in here just to inform me you’re together. Shocker, allow me to show my surprise. “

Silence followed as the two brothers stared at each other. A metaphorical tumbleweed may have strolled on by, who’s to say. Donnie’s face had no change, and Leo’s only seemed to scrunch up more and more with each passing second.

“ …? “

He gestured his hands as if to say “ go on????? ”

“ Oh. That was it, that was my surprised face. “

“ Ha, ha, Don, no! That’s not it! Remember that Hidden City mission I was supposed to do? “

“ Ah, yes, the mission Mikey asked you specifically to carry out. Now let me guess, you’re here because you begged Y/N to go with you, and when you both got there, they insultingly mistook you for your more handsome brother, so you both had to escape, and amidst the chase, she ended up getting doused with some witch’s brew? ”

“ N—Wait, yes, how did you do tha? That’s creepily accurate… ”

Donnie simply reached a hand out, tilting a monitor to show a display that looked to be an angle from a Hidden City surveillance camera.

“ You saw it all from start to finish and didn’t help me?! Wait, then you saw—”

“ Her kiss you? As did every officer in the hidden city—not like they care. Now, if you’re here to ask for my help in this predicament, I am happy to say no. ”

“ What? Why! You’re my brother, what happened to treating your family with kindness? ”

Irked, the purple-banded turtle gestured to his lab.

“ Exhibit A, family kindness was not shown in refraining from bothering me. Exhibit B, last week you opted for eating the last slice of pizza when Mikey told you to come tell me food was here. Exhibit C, yo—“

“ Okay, okay, fine, I get it. My own flesh and blood would rather Y/N suffers than help her. ”

Donned with her best puppy eyes, Leo affectionately—and dramatically—nuzzles you. It seems you hadn’t read your script, as you were simply placing yet another public kiss upon his cheek, pouting at his brother.

“ Come on Donnie, don’t be so mean to him. Look how cute he is, there’s no way you can be mean to this face~! “

Delighted, your hands were rubbing his cheeks, mushing and melding the flesh as he watched you with big eyes. Had the circumstances been different, he may have been perfectly content and okay with this.

“ First, gross, second, wow that potion obviously broke her eyes too, third, ‘Nardo, this is mystic business. I can run some diagnostics, but I am a scientist, not a wizard. “

Running a hand through nonexistent hair, Donnie came over and tapped you, gesturing to follow him. You gave Leo a worried look, but when he smiled and gave you thumbs up, you were all the more willing to let him go and follow Donnie wherever.

Internally though, you couldn’t fight the oddest idea that something wasn’t right, but your head would say, “ oh, stop worrying, you’ll make leo worry, too! “ and you wouldn’t want that, would you? To worry your sweet knight? Of course, you also couldn’t exactly remember when he changed from “ secret crush ” to “ sweet knight ”, but maybe you’re just really distracted right now!

Ah… Well, that isn’t a believable excuse, but it’s all your foggy brain could come to.

“ Yowch—Donnie! ”

You glared at him, flinching from no warning as he pricked your skin and took a blood sample.

“ It will take a bit for the results of this to come in, so I suggest you send her home in the meantime. It doesn’t seem life threatening yet. “

Donnie paused for a second, then turned to look at Leo.

“ Emphasis on yet, perhaps keeping an eye on her would be best. ”

And then his back was turned to you as he began loading up some machine with the sample. You sighed, going back to Leo’s side while rubbing your arm. What was all this even for, you wondered. It was odd that your memories before getting in here were foggy, but surely whatever happened didn’t warrant this much weirdness?

Well, at least now you can have time with Leo—just the two of you!

“ Thank you, Dontron, you’re the best brother. ”

“ Yeah, okay, don’t let ‘Angelo hear that. ”

Leo turned, shivering as your delicate hands laced around his arm. It was distracting enough that the portal he made turned out wibbly-wobbly, dropping you both off at the complex across from yours. The giggle you made was all the more distracting on top of everything. Leaning your head onto his shoulder, a smile graced your features.

“ Wow, Leo, are you stalling going home to spend more time with me? “

For the second time today, the talkative Leo was rendered speechless. Another portal was made, and the two of you were stumbling into your living room—possibly knocking over some things on the way in, too, but you didn’t care. You were going to give another teasing quip, but as you turned to deliver it, the room was empty, ‘cept for you, obviously. He had managed to leave just as quickly as you had both arrived…

A pout tugged on your lips as your hand rubbed your other arm awkwardly.

What was that all about….?

—-

In the coming days, your lovey-dovey expressions towards Leo didn’t seem to have a stop in sight. If anything, they skyrocketed. Dangerously so.

Donnie’s results were in within a day, indicating what he said was an equation of, “ C8H11NO2, C10H12N2O, and C43H66N12O12S2 ” being amped up, produced in a highly active process whenever a certain somebody was nearby.

In other words—or rather, dumber terms, as Leo requested—you were simply under the effects of some mystic magic that would increase Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin levels in his company.

That wasn’t simple enough, as Leo dragged on for an even simpler explanation. Exasperated, Donnie groaned that basically you’re under the effects of a love-inducing spell.

Cogs clicked into place for Leo, and his first thought was, surprisingly, to avoid you. If this was you under an intoxication of sorts, then of course he couldn’t take advantage of that. The best option would be avoidance, to save you embarrassment of coming to terms with your behavior afterwards! A foolproof plan, right? Makes sense? Total sense!

Of course, this was an ideal situation, not what happened in reality. Reality piece number 1 would kick in two days after the potion incident.

There Leo was, doing his usual boasting act as he and his brothers did their weekly encounter with Hypno and Warren. He found himself as the target of one of Hypno’s rings boomeranging in his direction. Braced and ready to parry it with his ōdachi, his focus shattered when a desperate “ leo! “ startled him. Instantly, he was dodging the hippo’s weapon by slamming into the ground from a strong force tackling him down.

He recovered quickly, especially after the teasing “ ooooooh~! “ from the nosy villains he was actively sparring with, and met with your worried eyes.

Damn it.

“ Leo, are you okay? I was worried when you didn’t come b— “

Cue a quick hand clamping upon your mouth. Nope, nope, not exposing that to his brothers. They didn’t have to know how often he would visit you behind their backs. And you didn’t need to deal with their prying just from a slip-of-the-tongue.

One portal later and he was plopping you down on the couch in your room, pleading with you to stay and that he’d be back later (a lie).

Again, you were left sitting alone, confused as to why he was acting like this. Aren’t you both head over heels for each other? Is it just you? Your foot kicked the ground a bit as you leaned into the couch’s arm. Ah, wait, when you saw him and ran to him, you kind of… put something down..

“ I left my bag.. ”

Throwing up your arms and sliding into a laying-down position, you stared up at the ceiling and sniffled.

—-

“ Leo. “

“ I know, I know! I can’t keep avoiding her. ”

“ What? ”

Mikey quirked an eyebrow, swatting his brother’s hand away.

“ No, stop eating my ingredients. What’re you talking about, Y/N? You’re avoiding her? ”

Choose your words carefully, Leo, don’t want to accidentally bring out Dr. Feelings.

“ She’s under some potion effects, so I’m keeping a distance for her sake. ”

Mikey nodded, stirring the bowl he was holding. Occasionally he would reach over for herbs or so, sprinkling them into the mix.

“ Riiiiight, and you think that a potion that makes her like you more is the perfect situation to avoid her in? ”

“ You get it, yeah! ”

“ Mhmm, and what if you avoiding her makes it worse? ”

…

Crickets could have used this room as a perfect place for practice with how pin-droppingly quiet it was.

“ Right.. I should go see her, shouldn’t I.. ”

Leo traced circles in the residual flour on the table as his brother hummed in agreement. Reality puzzle piece number 2 was trickling down into its rightful place, a couple of days after he had last dropped you off at home.

Not to say that he went to see you after this, though. He sat up, stole a carrot sadly, ignored his brother’s “ hey! “ and slunk off to his room to sulk.

—-

In your apartment, you sprawled on the couch and rubbed your swollen nose with a tissue before crumpling it and throwing it into a nearby trash can.

One more look, you thought. Maybe I didn’t hear the notification, you reasoned, lifting your phone and clicking it on to read the all-too-cruel No New Notifications practically jeering at you.

Recognizing your face, your phone unlocked instantly, illuminating your face to the uncharacteristic message after message sent to the beloved ghosting you now.

NOTIFICATION

You have no new messages.

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← Leonardo Hamato 💕 ☎︎

—————————————————— ︎O you 1 wk ago

Hey! Haha, you left so quick,

what’s up?

︎O you. 1 wk ago

Too good for goodbyes, huh?

lol

︎O you 1 wk ago

Good night, sleep well and

sweet dreams!

︎O you 1 wk ago

Sleep snug and warm!!

︎O you 5 days ago

Hey, you haven’t been coming

over as much!

︎O you 5 days ago

Maybe we could stay up and

watch a movie? Like usual?

︎O you 5 days ago

We could make dinner together

too! That’s always fun!

︎O you 5 days ago.

Or not

︎O you 5 days ago.

good night…

︎O you 4 days ago.

Good morning!!

︎O you 4 days ago.

Good night!!

︎O you 3 days ago.

Good morning

︎O you 1 day ago.

good night

︎O you 2 hrs ago.

I miss you..

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One heavy sigh later and you were finished scrolling, getting up off the couch and into the kitchen for something to eat.

Hopefully there will be a ding..

—-

By the time the middle of the second week rolled around, Leo couldn’t handle going that long without shooting you a message or two—a quick, “ hey, how’s it going “ or a “ hey, check out this video, it reminded me of you “. Considering how much he popped in at your place, there was never any need for texting, just an occasional “ bored, can i pop in? “ or a “ don’t wanna do this homework, wanna drop by? “.

Seeing more messages from you, outside of their ordinary nature, was enough to make him feel even more horrible.

His feelings for you had always been a tad bit all over the place, but ever since that kiss, all your compliments, and those big eyes, there was no one in the world who wouldn’t have began their rapid descent into loving you.

From that moment, there was pretty much never a second spent without you on his mind, running circles and flushing his cheeks all over again. He spent more time in his room this time, not daring to give his brothers the chance to poke fun.

You were under a spell that made you love him. He couldn’t bring himself to take any kind of advantage of a situation like this. After all, he can easily make you fall for him, but it wouldn’t be rewarding if the competition was rigged. And this spell, how long would it last? Were you aware of it? Would you remember it all in the end? What would he do if you’re like this forever?

Before he put his phone down, he watched the three little dots appear in y’all’s messages and couldn’t help the heaviness in his chest, as he dropped the phone into the desk at his bedside.

Reality puzzle piece 4 fell into place as Leo laid in bed, eyes fixated on the ceiling. They followed the lines, the cracks and wear n’tear. Reflecting over the nights, days, the weeks, and even conversations, there was one line from his brother that echoed in his head.

“ … a potion that makes her like you more … “

There was a second of silence.

Then another.

And another, perhaps even a little water droplet falling could be heard.

Then followed the sound of frantic scrambling.

Sheets thumping upon the ground.

And lastly a dramatic gasp.

“ Makes her like me more?! Then—“

His hands meet his cheeks, slapping them cleanly to try and knock some sense into himself.

“—that means she liked me already?! ”

Ding ding, dearest Blue.

—-

Reality piece number 5th slammed into place as a “ patrolling ” Leo “ accidentally ” ended up at the balcony to your house, caught halfway through your window as you came from your room in sleepwear.

“ Leo? “

“ I can explain. ”

He responded immediately, punctuating the sentence with a harsh toppling in through your window. Against the floor, his body thumped unceremoniously in a mess of limbs and ligaments. This stirred a few breathy giggles from your sweet lips, followed by you dropping right by his side to help him up.

“ Leo! Are you okay? “

You wore a worried smile, delicate hands cupping his, stroking with a kindness you held only for him—matter of fact, it wasn’t even a new or foreign form of kindness. Had you always treated him this way? Was this potion really just… increasing what was already there?

“ Yeah.. ”

He had no reason to be here—not even an explanation for how he ended up in this side of town. You didn’t exactly live right above the lair, so your place wasn’t an easy “ right across the street “ venture.

And, your place was also usually…

Much neater—much cleaner—than it is now…

There were tissues balled up on the table beside your couch and dirty dishes in the sink. The counter had the remnants of a Maruchan ramen cup, topped with a fork upside down. Sheets were laid on the couch, right where he had last dropped you off at.

Suddenly, he remembered Mikey’s conversation and felt all the more guilty.

That bad feeling coiled its grip all around him, tightening as he finally gazed into your eyes, catching the puffiness.

“ Y/N…. I… I’m sorry. ”

His hand held yours, the one you helped him up with, and gently tugged you closer to him. The other hand reached up, cupping your cheek with a warmth you had been longing for all these weeks. You leaned into the hand with shaky lips, mentally repeating, “ i missed this “. Though, there was another thought gnawing at you—missed this? Why couldn’t you remember this happening? It was almost as though you were under some kind of…

But never mind that, the 5 piece reality puzzle was completed and fully illuminated for the Leo who was finally seeing the effect his impromptu plan was having. He couldn’t even deny the fact that it might have never even been a plan, he might have just been…

Afraid.

But the way you’re looking at him now, and how much he feels “ at home ” in a sense, well..

It was enough for him to change up his behavior. He didn’t know how much longer you would be like this—or if the effects had already gone away (though, the sweetness in your gaze assured him otherwise)—regardless of all that mess, he was going to be what you (and he) needed most right now.

“ Can I take you up on that movie n’dinner offer? Or, should we team up on this mess? ”

With a playful tone, he held both your hands in both of his, with his thumbs running along the tops of your hands lightly.

—-

“ Hey Leo… ”

It was the third week. The past few days had returned to a “ normal ”, with Leo starting to do his usual visits more often. The two of you had decided today would be for an impromptu sweets-making day and we’re currently laying on the floor while the stove heated up.

“ Yeah? ”

Leo turned his head, looking at you. Your hands fidgeted, and your eyes tried to find patterns in the popcorn ceiling.

There were holes in your memory, as if your mind was putting together a story—a lie— like a child put on trial by their parents. You turned to meet his gaze, resting your hand against your sternum.

“ This isn’t real, is it? ”

“ Excuse me? ”

Leo sat up, or more appropriately sprung up. He searched your expression for any kind of “ gotcha! “ or “ hah, made ya look! “ but found nothing but sincerity swirling in your eyes.

“ What, uh, what do you mean by that? ”

Nervously, he swapped his focus to the stove, standing up to put the ingredients into the pot. Today’s menu was homemade chocolates, and no, neither of y’all went to the store for it. This was happening with everything out of your pantry and the random stash of chocolate bars on top of the fridge.

On the floor you laid, glancing to his leg standing near your head. Your hand touched his ankle, tickling for a second as he made a strange noise and jerked his foot back, “ ah, hey! stop that—“

“ The way you’re acting, the way I’m acting—our texts, my memories.. Something happened in the witch’s town, didn’t it? Something I don’t remember? “

Now it was Leo’s turn to be confused. He looks down at you after stirring the pot a bit, settling down the spoon to let the heat take its course.

“ Y/N, you don’t remember what happened?”

He leans against the counter, one hand resting against the edge while the other holds his chin inquisitively. How should he respond to this? “ oh, yeah, you were hit with a love potion and i got scared because i love you and so i avoided you! “

Vetoed.

“ No, I just remember you, like… You tried to protect me from something, and then it got hazy. ”

He weighed his options, weighed how to respond, and eventually settled on an idea. Leo squats down beside you, reaching a hand to caress your cheek. The gesture is accepted as you nuzzled to the warmth, seeking the security his hold gave.

“ Y/N, I… I’m not sure what it was. ”

“ Donnie tested me, didn’t he? Days—no, weeks ago, when it happened? Didn’t he find anything? ”

eyuiii—- hoo boy, Leo….

“ No, the tests.. It’s mystic mojo, not Donnie’s vibes. You know that. ”

The way you squinted suspiciously at him almost made him break under the pressure. Luckily the pot was bubbling over and he needed to tend to that quickly!

“ Ah, hang on! ”

The conversation was dropped from there.

Neither of you picked it back up.

—-

While communication may have not been the strong suit, everything else was. To make up for secrets he was hiding, questions he was leaving unanswered, and tension being stirred, Leo had gone out of his way to impress and delight you. If you were to be stuck in this state forever, he was going to ensure that the you now was treated just as he would have treated the you before.

And that he did. You both got up to your usual shenanigans: pranks ending with one of the brothers shouting you or Leo’s name, sneaking into villain territories that may have been above a human’s pay grade, late-night lunar antics where no one would really mind it, but many might question it happening so late (such as playing games in courts past midnight or 3 AM park strolls).

But, you also ended up on some… out of the ordinary outings.

Dates, in other words.

There had been a few times where Leo portaled into your living room, letting himself into every room until he found you, only to discover you in a fancy or well-thought out outfit that he said couldn’t go to waste.

In just this third week, you had managed to acquire ice skating by experience as your beloved snuck you both right on into a closed rink (and sabotaged the cameras, of course!), to —embarrass— to have fun!

You had shaky legs in the skates,like that of a newborn deer, but nothing could beat the skipping of your heart each time Leo caught you in his arms as you went down, saying a slow, “ whoa there, don’t go falling for me yet… “ with a smile that had done you in way before his warning.

By the end of it, you had fallen right into his embrace. Hands on his chest, eyes locked in intense contact. A gravity pulled you both in, lips just barely touching—you were so sure you could feel his breath rolling across your skin.

But, leave it to someone’s phone blaring with a warning, a “ Donnie Alert '' cautioning Leo that someone was coming into the building. Just how much time did you both spend in that rink together?

The week had also brought you the full cliché experience of a movie date. Well, maybe not too cliché. Not sure how common it is to go to the theatres in full costume, but there were plenty of odd looks as you both strolled in dressed like “ aliens ” (Leo got compliments for his totally realistic looking green body paint. You wondered how he was able to answer “ what brand did you use? ” questions.)

But, aside from that, it was a date straight out of a movie. Best seats in the house, shared popcorn, bashful shoulder touches, and the classic accidental hand touch as you both reached for the salty snack. This night had been punctuated with yet another almost-kiss, but this time it was you who interrupted it.

Home, at your balcony, Leo cupped your cheek and leans in slowly for a kiss. The look in his eyes, the way the streetlights illuminated his skin—how supple his lips looked…

It overwhelmed you. Your heart raced, as though it would simply pop in your chest, and you turned your head to the side and covered your lips with your hand.

“ I—I’m not ready.. For some reason.. ”

It was as though someone, someone who was also you, was screaming “ stop, no! “ in the back of your head. A silence plateaued between you both, broken by Leo’s light chuckle.

“ No worries, ”

His hand cups your cheek, stroking with his thumb.

“ I’d wait a lifetime for you. ”

You smiled as he left, sighing like a maiden in love. Like? No, no, you are a maiden in love.

And the rest of the week’s dates, into the fourth week, only made it so much worse.

Only now, there was another voice in your head growing louder and louder. It was you, but also not you? She was guiding you, stopping you, begging and pleading, and sometimes even giving pointers—it was a weird experience. Were you just unlocking a new level of consciousness?

—-

The fourth week, the last week of the potions effects. The end of the month. There had been an imaginary clock looking over you the whole time, ticking down to a limit.

Unbeknownst to you two lovebirds.

Leo was in too deep by now. He was in love—more than he ever imagined to be—and he loved you deeply. As did you. The embraces you would both share each time he came by was undeniable to anyone, including yourselves.

In fact, he had even slept over once. The night before today.

The most important day, a special date.

Last night had been a stay-in night, garnished with a dinner-making montage involving kitchen room dancing, pasta and sauce making, and plenty of giggles. With dinner done, you both settled in your room with a movie showing on TV from your media provider. It was some horror movie that turned out horrible—quality, scared, all of it. Only a fifth of the way in, and already you had both devolved into a classic “ Cinema Sins “ episode.

The night dragged on til Leo gave a sigh, saying he should head back. He was stopped by your delicate grip, holding his hand as if presenting a choice rather than a demand. You asked if he really had to go, and he answered you with silence. Gently, you tugged his arm as if to request he return to the bed, and he obliged.

There was an awkward space between you both, closed only by your hands finding each other and resting against the pillow. You both slept facing each other, but you woke up hugging each other, as though your bodies resented the distance and craved connection.

Today was an important day because it was a date planned without you—Leo insisted it be a secret, and you were instructed to wear your nicest outfit and meet him in your apartment’s garden at 8 PM sharp.

In the garden was an opening, centered and circular. He figured no one would mind it being temporarily occupied by a table and two chairs, as well as a contained candle lit. The flowers around him framed the scene, lining the walkway.

And here he waited for your arrival, prepared to finally say the words he had yet to let you hear all this time.

“ Y/N, ”

He practiced to your favorite flowers, held in an equally as pretty vase,

“ I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long, but god, ”

His hand strokes a petal, noting it’s texture in a fleeting thought,

“ I regret taking so long. I love you, honestly and genuinely. Through and through. ”

He shook his head, muttering “ that’s not good enough. “ and continued waiting for you.

He gazed at his watch, feeling a drop in his chest at the time. It was three minutes past the designated time. No worries, Leo, she’s just running late, he reassured himself, and looked expectantly at the doors. Any second now you would be strolling in.

It was strange, though. You were usually very punctual.

The imaginary clock had struck its mark, having no heart to wait long enough for the two lovers. At its silent chime, the spell diminished, taking with it a month’s worth of memories. You were left standing still in your living room, looking around in confusion. What were you doing again? You looked at your dress, your shoes, and then jogged into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Were you going somewhere? Why?

Why were you dressed up so nicely, you wondered? More importantly, when did you get home? All you could recall was Leo pulling you, the pain of hitting the ground, and then looking up to see something splashing down on you…

There was one person you could get answers from, and so you went scrambling for your phone. An electric shock coursed its way through your body as a date was illuminated big on the Home Screen. No, no, this couldn’t be right—something was wrong. It couldn’t possibly be a month later?

Just what was going on, you thought, as you plopped onto your bed and undid your hair. Unlocking your phone, you scrolled the contact, “ Leonardo Hamato 💕 “, and clicked the text box to shoot off a message. Wait, pause? There were several messages sent within the last two weeks. That’s… Weird—you don’t send this many messages, not to Leo…

….?

Who sent these messages?

A ding came in. You held your breath.

NOTIFICATION

You have one new message.

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← Leonardo Hamato 💕 ☎︎

—————————————————— ︎O Leonardo Hamato now

When I said dress up, I didn’t think you would do a full makeover!

︎O Leonardo Hamato now

Don’t stand me up for a pretty brush, I’m much more handsome

︎O Leonardo Hamato now

I’m in the garden, remember?

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It was more messages than you guys usually sent each other… But, the garden? Why would he be there? Not a second more was wasted before you were zipping down your building’s stairwell as though you were Cinderella descending the palace steps.

Through the doors, across the too-small-to-count park, and against the decorative doors of the complex’s most prized staple—the centerpiece that garnered them so much popularity as a beautiful apartment property.

Time slowed down as you stepped in. Like a dream, petals twirled hand n’hand gracefully with the breeze that slipped past the open doors, and your gaze soon met the relieved smile of the beautiful blue that you had long since fallen in love with. He moved over towards you, taking your hand before you could even say anything, and guided you to the candlelit table. The cloth was simple, a light blue with repeating patterns of different berries, with a white lace lining the edges. Your favorite flowers gave a little spin in their vase, and a small candle fire danced as though it were happy to see you.

But never could it be happier than Leo, who held your hands with a fondness you couldn’t help but melt into. What was going on? What happened in the month-long lapse of your memory?

“ Y/N! I was a bit worried, you know? ”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. Your eyes widened, and you held your breath, not daring to speak. If this was a dream, then god was it a cruel one.

Leo’s hand cups your cheek as he leans away, stroking it lovingly with his thumb. It felt as though you had felt this before despite having no recollection of so. Still, you leaned into the touch and looked into his lulled, lovesick eyes with your own, pooling with love straight from your heart. Was he… Did he? Did he love you, how you love him?

“ When you didn’t show up at the time I told you, I will admit that I got nervous.. But seeing you now, I just.. ”

He sighed happily, cupping both your cheeks with his hands and leaning in closer.

“ I love you so much. From the bottom of my heart, for so long. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. ”

Leaning in, he closed the gap as you whispered his name. Your lips were locked in a sweet kiss.

Whatever happened this month, it was probably the best thing to ever happen to you. Though, you would definitely be getting answers from him later.

But right now, you are going to savor this moment.

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actuallyevilgay · 4 months

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The Apathy (Part 3)

Astarion x Male Reader/Tav

DNI if you are a minor. Dead dove don’t eat. Please read my about before replying. Content: Astarion x Male tav, this is post epilogue.

Summary: Your escape from the guard did not go unnoticed, trouble is brewing and Astarion is searching for you while a familiar face visits Jilvy's cute little tavern. Reminders: Astarion is the vampire ascendant, Tav is not a heroic figure. Contains headcanons for several characters, contains headcanons for illithid brain alteration but not evolving. Tav uses daggers and magic. Astarion is an Arcane Trickster Rogue. I created several npcs. Some Neverwinter lore is mentioned but might not be lore friendly. Content Warnings: Tav suffering from depression / ptsd, self-neglect. A/N: Link to previous part. Trouble be brewing.. I have a lot of ideas for this mini series. Hope you don't mind my story pacing too much, I do read my stuff back before posting but I don't have time to go back and fix every typo. Remember to leave a follow so you don't miss out on it!

...... Even when everyone was aware of the location, it was unclear if his old friends all intended to look for Tav. Astarion bet on it that Gale and Karlach would certainly try, but both had busy schedules. Karlach simply was busy trying not to die, so she had to remain in avernus until Dammon could do something about her engine permanently. As for Gale, he had students to attend to, a full schedule. Only the holiday season could free him from that disaster. Which may be soon, so the vampire lord had plenty of time.

The only other person he could imagine going right into the chase was Jaheira, if not to gain advantage over him. Some nosy harper that old woman is.

Astarion had made note that he could potentially run into any of them, and personally.. He’d rather avoid that entirely. If anything, he’d hoped to just see Tav. Talk to him before anyone else could. Perhaps that way he could convince him to come back, take his place at Astarion’s side. Like how it used to be.. Together.

Vandelion and Tyselius both disguised themselves as adventurers, and with a simple masterful glamour spell, Astarion fit right in. He had picked the appearance of a blonde half elf, attractive, but plain enough to not draw too much attention to himself.

Certainly not even his old friends would notice… Could he still call them friends?

There was this distance put between them in the last six months. Everyone had moved on from the adventure to live their lives. The trip to Neverwinter took almost 20 days, even with the more convenient methods of travel, horseback, carriage, or by boat.. It all went by in a blur. There was this consistent anxiety that in the time it took to get here, Tav could’ve left.

If he hadn’t, certainly Neverwinter would not have swallowed him whole. And so, to focus his stress Astarion made sure to remember every tiny detail of his lost lover’s face.

His voice, the colour of his eyes. The way he looked over his shoulder…

It made him smirk, even on this disguised face.. There was this familiarity to Astarion’s smile. Not that anyone who knew him was here to notice except for his bodyguards.

As astarion’s gaze got lost in the snowy streets of neverwinter, he remembered Tav’s eerily piercings eyes in the midst of one of their past battles. He recalled the scent of adrenaline in his lover’s blood, when the Grymforge Golem crawled out of the forge.

Astarion’s eyes glanced up to the mountains in the distance, spotting the resting volcano. Without trying, the smell of the magma mephits exploding near his face came flowing back with a sense of nostalgia and absence.

Absence.

When Tav darted forwards to plunge himself into that lever, everyone was flailing around from the quake. Sweat dripped from his forehead, he struggled to breathe.

‘’The hammer! Keep luring it towards the hammer!’’

Visions of the fight interrupted his daydreaming. This was when he first realised he felt for Tav, craving for something more than what he pretended they had. Something real.

Everyone nearly died that day, the night cometh.. Tav could not sleep at all.

Astarion envisions it so clearly. The man had wandered towards his tent, only to pace back and hesitate. Nothing happened between the two that night.. There was only this exchange of eye contact that could have lasted for hours.

There was an absence in his eyes, Astarion realises. How could he have missed that? He pondered how many times that look completely overtook his lover’s eyes.

No.. He recalled it. After absorbing Nere’s tadpole, long before that fight, Tav would fool around less. He was distant for a while, the power gave him an edge in battle.. But everytime he took another one of those worms, he took more risks, damage… It drained him just as much as it empowered him.

‘’Someone has to take more hits,’’ Tav always excused his actions, claiming it was for the best. For a time Astarion assumed he was covetting the power greedily- Up until they met the emperor he had assumed Tav would rather keep it for himself for selfish reasons.

The way that thing.. The mind flayer- Spoke, deeply unsettled him. It was utterly disgusting when the thing suggested Tav take the damn astral worm.

Astral or not, nothing good could have come from it, and thus- in a fury of sudden rage, Tav stomped the thing to the ground. ‘’No more! I’m done with this bullshit!’’ His screams nearly send the Emperor in a rage.. The beast contained himself. He needed their party to succeed.. It accepted his losses…

All the while Astarion happily encouraged Tav to make use of the tadpoles as he had.. The parasite granted him his freedom after all...

Neither of them ever set out to be heroes.. All Astarion wanted was freedom. He went along for the ride, and came out of it with more power than he could have ever dreamed of.

Tav on the other hand… Before anyone could even celebrate his deeds, he disappeared.

Baldur’s mouth gazette would only mention the mystery hero for a few weeks, and then forget about it completely. It was almost as if he never existed, his accomplishments didn’t matter enough to these peasants..

The anger Astarion had felt during that time was unreasonable. He so deeply regretted it.

For all the time that he has been thinking about this man with rage and heartbreak, no one else seemed to even worry about him. If his old friends dared to show up here now, it would be an insult. What was even a worse insult is them not coming at all. They could pretend all they want, they moved on with their lives. The notion that Jaheira went looking and came back with nothing felt like a big lie to Astarion. They only cared when he didn’t show up to that stupid reunion.. Yes.. Ironically he dismissed the thought that he too was guilty of this. No, not once did Tav leave his thoughts. Not once.

‘’Sir?’’ Vand’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

‘’Ah.’’ Astarion sighed. ‘’ Yes. Let's explore around a bit, shall we? Perhaps there is some clue.. There has to be..’’ He wiped some of the snow off his cheek, regaining focus.

Ty’s chirpy persona chimed in. ‘’Would you look at that? There’s a crowd gathering.’’ Convenient timing.

The three turned their heads to the square. There was a noticeboard, and a bunch of wintershield watchmen gathered as something was being nailed to it.

‘’Adventurers, Mercenaries and fellow citizens!’’ The one who seemed to be in charge took the attention of the crowd, attracting an audience.

‘’About Tenday ago, one of our faithful guardsmen was a victim in a murder attempt, any aid towards finding the criminal will be rewarded forthwith. They must be put to justice.’’ The guard steps aside to show the drawing she posted on the board. A dagger with a curled edge was drawn clear as day. Astarion recognised it as one of Orin’s weapons- Wielded faithfully by his Tav, as a trophy.

The wicked thing meant very little to him, it was just a tool.. But to see it depicted here, in a place that has no personal history with Bhaal’s cult was most unusual.

Effectively, this confirmed that Tav was indeed here, and the first clue to finding him was the man who had been nearly stabbed to death with this weapon. ‘’My dear friends, it seems we’ve found ourselves a job.’’ Astarion put a hand on his hip, acting like a confident adventurer eager to aid in solving this problem for whatever pittance of coin the guard offered. He did not need it, but he certainly needed to know what would cause Tav to leave his weapon behind.. Why stab a guardsman out of all people?

First things first, he would have to question the victim, dead or alive.

…

You’ve been working here for at least a week… Maybe two. Slowly adapting to the circumstances. Jilvy’s motherly attitude made you less anxious, quietly doing chores in the background. You liked it here, right? It was warm.. You could hide. You didn’t have to go outside anymore.

Jilvy offered you a place to sleep and eat, as well as live and work- It had been pleasant, if not for the lack of sensation..

Sensation, no- Emotions. You lacked proper responses at times. You knew you were experiencing emotions, even if they felt odd and confusing. Most of the time you could find some comfort in the absence of it. The emptiness, the apathy.

Your facial features did not move very much, unless you spoke- people might’ve assumed that you were an automaton, or a doll of sorts.

Jilvy welcomed customers in her establishment with much glee. It was a pretty niche place, never too busy. All the folk that visited it were particularly characteristic.

From a dragonborn that paraded around in rainbow colours singing throaty songs, to a group of Gnomes reciting some sort of play.. There were all sorts of faces here. None of them seemed dangerous. Jilvy had organised a book club or something in the past, and a lot of her clients were previous club members.

You felt out of place here, they were all so.. Normal. As you peel potatoes, the knife feels too familiar in your hand. You spin it around a bit absent mindedly before returning to the task.

The bell that rings when the door opens loudly repeats twice as two figures come inside in rapid succession. ‘’Dharma, I told you to stop following me!’’ The voice was a man’s, stern, polished. Something about it made your hairs stand on edge, but you kept your back turned to the door as you worked on the food behind the counter. You crafted little chips shaped portions to bake in with salt later. It was a treat Jilvy taught you to make.

‘’But sir- I’ve told you we’d make a decent couple! Ask your mother, she’d agree!’’

‘’That is inappropriate. Not only inappropriate! You’ve stalked your own teacher on his holiday spouting this nonsense. Dharma, I am going to have a stern talking to your parents and I am dropping you from my class effective immediately. Leave. Now.’’

‘’But-’’

Before the debacle could continue further, Jilvy interrupted the conversation. ‘’Oh dear, get yourself out before I get the guard involved, m’kay? I’m running a business.’’

You assumed the student by the name of Dharma left, as the sound of the door being thrown open and closed with much force came soon after.

‘’Thank you.. I’ve been dealing with this headache for weeks.’’ The man replied.

‘’Sounds like a wild time, would you like a seat, handsome?’’ Jilvy would sometimes flirt with the customers, but it was never too serious. Just some mild banter.

They held a conversation in a corner further away from the counter. The man would complain about the student trying to make moves on him during private tutoring sessions. The girl grew obsessed. He did not expect her to follow him all the way to Neverwinter.

‘’What brings you all the way to Neverwinter for a holiday? Waterdeep is such a dreamy location, if I lived there, I probably wouldn’t want to leave.’’ You could guess Jilvy was lying, she was simply showing interest in her customers to make them want to frequent more. Or perhaps spend more money. Something like that.

‘’Oh, nothing special.. Just.. Oh who am I kidding? I’m on a quest.’’ The man’s voice chirped, there was a sense of pride in his voice. The pride quickly faltered as he continued..

‘’A dear friend of mine disappeared after the attack on Baldur’s Gate. I haven’t seen him in months. I should’ve gone after him.. I’m worried.’’

Baldur’s gate..?

Those two words buzzed in your brain.. It’s the name of a city. There was an attack.. The violent visions.. Did this man know you? No, it could just be a coincidence. You were no one. You did not want to be found.

The noise of the background conversation turned into white noise, slightly blurring out your vision as you stumbled. You tried to keep a hold of yourself by grabbing the counter. The fainting spell faded quickly.

Before you knew it, the man had approached the counter, as Jilvy got around to pour him a drink. You could feel his eyes slowly drift from Jilvy into your back. And then.. Nothing.

If he knew you, he’d probably recognise you.

But then again.. You’ve neglected yourself so much, you couldn’t even recognise your own reflection as something familiar. Your clothes were a bit too large for you, fastened with plenty of belts. A coat on top, to make sure people wouldn’t be distracted by how thin you were. Your hair used to be much messier before you started working, it was still a bit longer than you think it should’ve been. Tidied up and cut by Jilvy as much as you allowed her to.

‘’Oh, Tav, could you pass me those herbs? I can’t reach that far.’’ Jilvy’s request made your body move on its own, quietly passing a bottle to her with a turn.

Your eyes met the man’s.

He looked.. Confused. Processing something. He kept staring, even as Jilvy continued to banter towards him about the tea flavour she invented.

‘’Tav, make sure you don’t burn the chips again? The gnomes are looking hungry.’’ Jilvy nudged your side. Once more you moved without thinking too much about it.

The halfling kept talking for a time as you did your chores, up until she handed the man his tea, then she slowly made her way back to you and tugged at your leg, implying she wanted to whisper something in your ear.

‘’I saw the staring. Isn’t he handsome?’’ Jilvy winked. ‘’Oh, Uhm..’’ Your response was lacking. You fought for something new to say. ‘’I guess. He has a nice beard.’’ Did he? Probably. You weren’t sure. A part of you wanted to cower and hide. A headache was coming.. And then, nausea. ‘’I..’’ Jilvy recognised the look you gave her. ‘’Go, shoo.’’

She smiled eagerly into the man’s direction as you darted for the door, running around the corner to find the bathroom, dreading what would come.

As you waited and waited, the nausea left. Your guts slowly calmed, but not without an awful lot of pain shooting through it. How fortunate. Your throat wouldn’t have to deal with this today. These headaches were unbearable.

You rest your head in your hands as you slowly gather the courage to stand back up, dizzy from the tossing and turning your brain was doing.

You walked back to the door, and waited briefly in front of it, watching the man talk some more with Jilvy.

‘’Is your employee alright?’’

‘’Oh, He’s been through a lot. Homeless boy. I’m taking care of him.’’

‘’Ah.. You said his name was Tav..?’’

‘’He thinks that’s his name, is my guess.’’

‘’I see..’’

There was a long silence as the man poured his tea quickly into his mouth in a sudden hurry.

‘’I’ll be back with a book to read tomorrow, you do breakfasts, yes?’’

Jilvy grinned at the fact she had won over a new customer, even if it was just a tourist.

‘’I’ll be seeing you soon, Gale.’’

#bg3 #bg3 tav #ascended astarion x reader #ascended astarion x male reader #ascended astarion x m! reader #astarion #astarion x tav #ascended astarion x tav #ascended astarion x male tav #ascended astarion x m! tav #male tav #baldurs gate 3

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forgottenvice · 1 year

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Go Home

Another twitter thread

So I've been thinking of a #Moshang AU all day about SQH actually pressing the 'go home button' but when he returns to the modern world MBJ can still hear him when he calls, he just can't go there.

So while dealing with LGJ he gets thrown across the clearing, he calls for MBJ but the system decides this is the most convenient time to pop up and in his desperate flailing one of his hands lands on the 'go home' button.

MBJ shows up to find his uncle cursing empty air, and he demands to know where SQH went.

"Vanished into thin air." A feat not even a heavenly demon could achieve without aid. Even Mobei Jun's powers leave a trail of shadow and cold.

Mobei Jun nearly kills LGJ, his uncle is covered in SQHs blood, but there is no body to be found. Mobei Jun had heard him call, and he tears the clearing apart looking for his cultivator but there is no sign of the man. He is distraught, he is devastated, he is alone.

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua wakes up in the modern world feeling like he just licked a battery in a pile of cold noodle juice and a small fire from his laptop plugin burning up his wall.

He feels the years of An Ding training surge through him as he leaps to his feet and finds the small fire extinguisher in his cupboard and he puts the fire out, then the enormity of what just happened starts to sink in

"My king what have I done?"

He may have spent his first night sobbing MBJs name into his pillow, he wants to chalk it all up to a dream but he can't.

He's been writing that damn novel for years and never had a dream like that.

He's forced to return to a life he'd almost forgotten, he couldn't even remember what month it was let alone his passwords. Thank god he finished PIDW he wouldn't be able to write another word for that disaster.

He doesn't even know how to go back to it, his time in his own book feels like a dream but then he's looking at sales spreadsheets from his novel and he feels like he's back on An Ding.

Luckily finishing it meant physical copies were being published giving him a financial buffer.

He needed a new PC and a new apartment first, he started job hunting because he just wasn't sure if he could still write, not after everything.

He'd also developed a bit of a habit of calling out for MBJ when anything went wrong.

If he missed the bus?

"I was too slow my King."

He spilled his noodles (on a table far away from his new laptop)

"My King I'm such a Klutz"

Someone tried to bully him at his new office job?

"Save me from spreadsheets my King!"

Mobei Jun is SUFF ER ING.

At first he thought he was hearing things. The call was distant, Shang Qinghua had left him and he was hallucinating.

But it happened again, and again and finally he tried to follow it teleporting to SQH only to end up in the middle of the abyss, SQH nowhere to be found.

It is driving him mad, but he knows it's SQH calling for him.

He thinks back to SQHs threat, that MBJ would never be able to find him but he also assumed that was only the case if SQH didn't want to be found.

Why would he call out so often if he didn't want to be found?

Eventually SQHs constant cries drive him to approach Junshang's consort. He's so driven that perhaps he doesn't go about it in quite the right way.

"Where is he?" He shakes the cultivator's shoulders demanding answers, "He keeps calling for me but I can't find him. You know where he is don't you?"

before SQQ can open his mouth to answer LBH descends on MBJ in a fury.

The two fight for the first time since MBJs Ascension and it's closer than any of their contests before. MBJ needs SQH back and even Junshang's strength won't stand in his way.

Be fore either of them can do any real damage SQQ intervenes.

"I know where he is! and I *think* I know how to get there."

MBJ stops mid swing abandons the fight and kneels at the human's feet.

"Tell me, please."

SQQ collapses his fan and taps it against his chin.

"Binghe, give him Xin Mo."

"BUT SHIZUN! It will corrupt him!" They had been dual cultivating frequently to aid Binghe's resistance of the blade.

SQQ sighs and mutters under his breath,

"I can't believe I didn't notice how much of that bastard's favourite you are." He turns to Binghe. "It won't"

"But Shizun, how do you know?"

"This master just knows." he mutters again "and because it happened in chapter 669."

Chapter 669 was some dumb plot that had LBH stranded without his sword in a land beyond even his famous general's reach, after some adventure and two new wives MBJ appeared as a deus ex machina at a crucial plot point just to deliver Xin Mo back to the protagonists hands.

SQQ hadn't payed as much attention to that moment because LBH's wrath after getting the sword back was a real badass moment.

It wasn't until a little reflection (and another nitpicking forum goer pointing it out) that he realized MBJ never hesitated to hand the blade back, nor had he ever made an attempt at owning the sword.

Any other demon would have turned traitor in an instant.

Even SHL one of the protagonists wives was constantly trying to take the legendary sword from her husband.

But MBJ was immune.

Because he'd always been the author's favourite.

Binghe Begrudginly retrieves Xin Mo but before he hands it over SQQ gives MBJ a short lecture.

"This will likely only work if he's *actually* calling for you."

He jabs his fan into MBJs chest accusingly, "You are not to harm him, our world doesn't have cultivation. He'll be very fragile compared to demon strength."

Mobei Jun ignores the slight instead nodding gravely.

Binghe seems to catch his words, "Shizun what do you mean by your worl-"

SQQ cuts him off instead continuing his lecture.

"Your are to only bring him back if he wants to come back." MBJ nods again, If SQH wants to stay he will stay with him where ever the man has escaped to

He can't imagine why SQH might want to stay, he calls to MBJ daily if not more, without cultivation the place must truly be a hellscape.

Now he just has to wait for SQHs next call.

SQH gets home from a long day at work. He'd made the mistake of trawling the PIDW forums only to find a memorial post for Peerless Cucumber.

RIP bro at least you get to live out your domestic dreams with the protagonist now.

He's starting to feel doubtful of his whole experience with the system in his novel but hearing of Cucumber's death makes him hope it was, even if it does make his own situation a little more tragic.

But it wasn't like he and Mobei Jun were actually dating.

Thinking about MBJ lowered his mood and as he was putting his work bag away he managed to kick his new kitchen table hard stubbing his toe.

"Fuck! My King who put that there?!"

He hisses and pulls his foot up trying to relieve the pain.

Only to be knocked on his ass when a cool whirlwind of shadow laced with the scent of blood begins to swirl in the centre of his apartment.

The shadows coalesce into a familiar demonic form.

"Mobei Jun!"

Icy blue eyes snap their attention to him but there is something determined and cold in his gaze.

"Where is he?" The demon's voice is low and dangerous.

Fear creeps up SQHs spine when he realizes MBJ doesn't recognize him.

Which why would he? Airplane looks nothing like SQH, he had taken a few days to get used to the difference but there is no way for Mobei Jun to know that.

How did he even get to the real world, his teleportation was a bit OP but never like this.

Then Xin Mo is leveled at his throat.

Mobei Jun paced waiting for Shang Qinghua's call, the moment he registers the faint "my King." He was pouring his power through the sword surrounding himself in shadow to find his human.

The trip is strange, different from usual but he's sure he's on the right path.

He appears in a strange place, both familiar and bizarre. An oddly plain room cluttered in a manner that reminded him of SQHs office, despite the fact he barely recognized a single object.

He searches the room but Shang Qinghua is nowhere to be found.

There is however a man on the floor staring at him wide eyed.

"Where is he?" He expands his sense to find Shang Qinghua, to see him, to smell him, to hear him but there is nothing.

There is just the stranger. So he levels Xin Mo at the man.

"Where is Qinghua?"

The man trembles clearly afraid and Mobei Jun steps forward and his target scrambles back hitting a wall behind him, staring up and Mobei Jun with wide doe-like eyes.

Oddly Familiar eyes.

"Junshang?"

No that wasn't right, the demon emperor wasn't quite as stocky as this man, and his hair was cascading curls rather than short cut frizz. Still the man's feature's were unmistakably similar to Luo Binghe's.

Perhaps a relative?

But no SQQ had said there were no cultivators or demons here.

The question has the man shaking his head frantically his movements skittish and familiar but not like Luo Binghe, like someone else.

"Who are you?"

Shang Qinghua's thoughts are running a mile a minute. MBJ was confusing him with LBH?

Maybe he kind of sort of used LBH as a power fantasy but that changed way back in chapter 14 when he realized his gay xanxia novel was going to sell better as a papapa odyssey.

But MBJ had Xin Mo AND he was looking for Shang Qinghua, who was Airplane but wasn't Airplane. He debated the merits of revealing himself.

MBJ looked pissed, and they hadn't been on great terms before he left. On the other hand would MBJ even believe him if he told the truth?

And there was Xin Mo to deal with. How did MBJ get his hands on the mythical sword? Was it corrupting him? Worse what if it wasn't his MBJ.

His mind buzzes as he tries to think up a reasonable lie, so his lips start to move, because he needs to stall.

"M-m-my King?!"

Fuck.

MBJs eyes widen at the exclamation, old habits die hard apparently and it seems like those habits are going to get him killed

. He watches a wealth of emotion cross his King's usually stoic face and holds his breath wondering what emotion the roulette wheel will land on.

When Xin Mo moves he curls into himself preparing for the worst.

Only to be surprised by a clang. He peeks through his fingers only to see the OP blade thrown across the room sticking out of his drywall.

He doesn't see much however before Mobei Jun is invading his space.

There is something surreal about seeing the giant ice demon kneeling in front of him in his studio apartment, looking at him with a fragile sort of hope in his eyes.

"Qinghua?"

SQH slowly uncurls to stare wide eyed at the demon in front of him a cool hand settles on his cheek. Eyes as bright and deep as pools of water darting back and forth, searching with more emotion than he's ever seen.

SQH swallows thickly nodding with trepidation. He feels something in his gut twist, aching with the gentleness MBJs thumb strokes his cheek.

"The same freckles." And SQH chokes out a laugh. The one thing that gave him away is something he could never get rid of in either life.

He didn't think MBJ had ever even noticed. His laugh gives way to a sob, he's bursting with tears now that MBJ is here, for him.

"I never meant to leave my king!"

He's always been an ugly crier but MBJ doesn't seem to care, pulling him to his chest.

Which is SQHs dream spot, really he'd always wanted to sob into his king's bosom. So he does enthusiastically, while MBJ holds him just a little too tight.

He shakes, only to realize its MBJ making shuddering breaths.

They sit there on the floor wrapped in each other crying.

It isn't until they're cried out breathing into each other that SQH discovers a flaw to having an ice demon boyfriend.

He's frozen to MBJs chest

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terrifyingly-bi · 1 year

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Fool for You (Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader) (Part 3)

Summary: After what could only be called a minor disaster at your house with Billy storming off, you were left wondering if the situation was salvageable. Turns out you didn't have to worry.

Warnings/tags: flirty reader, confident reader, dating, billy is slowly turning into a mushy bf, have some steamy making out as a treat ;)

Wordcount: ~2,9k

A/N: Mooore! Mooore Billy because you asked for it and I also asked for it. Sorry bout the delay, got hit with big sad and wanted to be in a good mood when I wrote (am fine now, Billy content has cured me)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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It had been a long and frustrating week. You'd had to deal with demanding parents and shitty kids almost every day, you'd sprained your wrist Wednesday afternoon when you kept a kid from cracking their skull open on the concrete, and Billy had barely spoken two words to you throughout the entire week.

Needless to say, you were in a bad mood when you got off work on Friday afternoon. It didn't help that you'd barely had a moment to yourself and had been on your feet all day.

That's why you thought that you deserved a dip before you went home. Adam was going to show up later that night and clean the pool, so you had almost an hour to hang around. You put your things aside and climbed into the cool water with a sigh.

You pushed off the ladder and floated out on your back, staring up at the darkening sky and the handful of clouds soaring above you. It was a perfect summer night. Just a slight breeze, not too warm, and no pesky bugs. It was easy to wind down and relax once you got into the water.

For a while, you stayed still and floating, enjoying feeling weightless and listening to the soothing sounds of the water pump and the slight splashing of water. You let your eyes fall shut as you let out another - more relaxed - sigh. Working at the pool did have its perks after all...

Your eyes opened when you sensed movement in the water, but before you had time to react properly a pair of arms scooped you up. You yelped and flailed your arms around when Billy picked you up and held you against his chest.

"I'm pretty sure there's a rule against swimming after hours," he said. He didn't sound mad, and the smile on his face was unusually soft and playful.

"You scared the hell out of me," you said. Your arms were around his neck, although you were still partially floating, and his arms kept you pressed tightly against him. "A warning would have been nice."

"I called out to you. You didn't respond. I just did my lifeguarding duties," Billy said.

You looked at him for a long moment. He had barely spoken to you for the past few days and now he decided to get in the pool with you. "Well... I'm glad you're here, actually," you said truthfully.

His expression was hard to read. "Yeah, I'm glad I caught you actually," he mumbled and averted his gaze. "I'm sorry about Friday. I wasn't expecting all that. Guess I chickened out."

"There's nothing to apologize for," you said.

Billy had clearly not expected that, just as you had not expected an apology. "Are you free tomorrow night?" He asked.

"For you? Of course," you said. “What do you have in mind?”

“Date me,” he said.

“You could at least ask,” you said with a smile.

He rolled his eyes. “Will you go on a date with me?”

"Only because you asked so nicely," you said. You were wary about being too dismissive of him. He'd gotten up and ran the last time you'd talked, and it still hurt a little bit.

But Billy seemed to harbor no ill feelings. He smirked at you. "I can be nice when I want to," he said. "Problem is it's hard to find people I want to be nice to."

"Am I one of them?" You asked.

His smirk turned affectionate. "It just happens that you are," he murmured. "So what about it? What is it people do for dates? Go to the movies? Make out in the doorway?"

"I'm down for that. Maybe I'll even... what was it you called it... put something pretty on for you."

"Just another reason to take you out," he said. He adjusted his grip, dropping one of your legs and sliding his other hand from our back to grab it again. "Have I told you that you look good in this?" His fingers teased at the hem of your swimsuit - where your hip met your leg.

You took the hint and wrapped your legs around him, putting your hands on his shoulders, it was easy to float around in the pool, and the water was a cool contrast to his warm skin. "I've come to like it," you admitted.

"I think it fits you perfectly." He hitched you up a little higher. "Makes me mad when people look too long."

You chuckled. "Yet you prance around looking like this?" You gave his broad chest a pointed look before glancing at his face to gauge his reaction.

"It would be a shame to cover it," Billy said.

Unfortunately, you could only agree. You couldn't help but pout at the fact that you had to share. You certainly weren't the jealous type. But...

"Don't like sharing, baby?"

A shiver ran down your spine and you felt something stir within you. You shifted awkwardly. As quick as you were sometimes, your head was too full of fluff to come up with a witty comeback. "I... uh..."

"What's got your tongue all in a knot?" Billy murmured. His smirk was back and you could swear that you'd never seen anyone look so pleased with themselves. "Need me to sort it out?"

"Maybe," you said.

"Really?" He clearly hadn't anticipated your sudden shyness, and the meek 'maybe' had obviously thrown him off.

"Are you going to kiss me or not?" You asked.

He grinned. “I thought girls didn’t kiss before at least the second date,” he pointed out. “Isn’t there some unwritten rule?”

You leaned closer. “I don’t much care for those rules,” you said.

“Whatever you say, baby,” he murmured. He leaned closer to and your eyes fluttered close in anticipation.

“Ahem.”

You and Billy both looked up only to see Adam standing at the edge of the pool with his hands on his hips. Billy offered him a sheepish smile. “What’s up, buddy? You’re early today.”

Adam sighed. “I thought I’d get the cleaning done early today. I sure hope this isn’t what you two do at the end of all of your shifts. I don’t want to know what I pull out of that filter, and this,” he gestured at you and Billy, “is knowing.”

“Come on, Adam,” you said. “We were just fooling around. Aren’t we your favorite coworkers?”

“Right?” Billy added. But when Adam didn’t budge, he gave a long sigh. “Fine,” he said and adjusted his grip on you, tossing you up to throw you over his shoulder. You yelped in protest and reached for something to grab. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get out of here.”

Adam ushered you out of the pool and you hurriedly went to change into your normal jeans and t-shirt. Billy waited for you by his car, leaning against it while he smoked. The grin he wore made it obvious that the two of you were more than okay.

“Let’s get you home, babygirl. I wanna see you all dolled up tomorrow.”

There was something special about seeing him in a loose-fitted shirt - tastefully unbuttoned - and tight pants. You'd grown so used to seeing him in his red swim trunks that you were almost shocked to see him stroll into the theatre looking like a movie star right off one of the posters.

He turned heads at the pool, as he always had, but people had to do double takes just to make sure that it was really the Billy Hargrove sauntering up to you.

"Hey," he said cooly and looked you up and down. "Looking good."

"Likewise," you said, taking a moment to appreciate him in a sexy red shirt - accessorized with a chain around his neck to bring attention to his muscular chest. "I'm a little surprised. For a moment I thought I was being stood up."

Billy shrugged. "Hair wasn't going to fix itself," he said nonchalantly. "And maybe I was having cold feet."

You smiled at him. "I'm glad you changed your mind, and I love the hair."

He smirked at you before he nodded over to the ticket booth. "Are we doing this or what?"

You got tickets to the next screening, stocked up with the appropriate snacks, and went to find your seats. Although he claimed it was his first outing like this, he was surprisingly smooth about it. You were almost afraid to ask, but he noticed your quizzical look by himself.

"I'm making an effort," he said. "Just take it, Y/N."

You chuckled when you sat down, holding the popcorn in your lap. "Alright. You just... You are full of surprises. This is a proper date. I'm feeling a little flustered."

"You'll be feeling all kinds of things later," he mumbled when he sat down next to you. His usual comment somehow made the entire thing even better. At least he wasn't forcing this entire night to be something he wasn't.

"I can't wait," you whispered back as the lights dimmed.

Billy flashed you a final wink before he turned to look at the large screen.

Throughout the intro of the movie - which you’d already forgotten the name of - you snuck glances over at your date, who seemed to make a semi-serious effort to keep his attention on the screen. His mouth twisted into a sly smirk when he glanced over at you and

The night went from a normal movie date to a friendly competition of who could employ the most seduction tactics.

Barely ten minutes into the movie, Billy employed the age-old tactic of faking a yawn to drape his arm around you. You weren't going to let that slide, though, making sure to grab for popcorn every time he did just to slide your fingers over his.

It was a fun but frustrating hour and a half. You don't think that either of you got much out of the movie and its plot. By the time the final climax of the movie was playing out, you and Billy were tangled up in one another, arms around each other as you tried to make the other tick.

When the lights finally began to dim back on, he grinned at you. "Is that all you've got?" he asked.

"I'm just getting started," you said.

Billy's grin grew wider as he slowly untangled himself from you and got up, offering his hand to you. "Let's get this show on the road."

The two of you decided to go on a walk. Neither of you was ready to go home just yet, and it was hard to be as close as you wanted while one of you was driving. The weather was pleasant and not too warm, and since it was summer it was still somewhat bright out.

“So how’s this dating thing treating you?” You asked playfully when you veered off the street onto a smaller path. “Is it as bad as you’d feared?”

Billy snorted. Taking the cigarette from between his lips and flicking a small pilar of ash off before replacing it. “I’ve been on dates before, you know,” he said. “They’re fine, I guess. More fun when the girl isn’t some prude.” He grinned at you.

You gently slapped him on the arm. “What’s wrong with being a prude?” You asked. “And I can’t help that I’m a bit… handsy.”

“Handsy, huh?” Billy asked slyly. He looked down the path and took a few short drags on his cigarette.

You liked him like that. Quiet but not distant. He’d made it more than obvious that he listened - and remembered - the things that you talked about. Which made you wonder what else he remembered. “Listen,” you said, squeezing Billy’s hand.

He looked down at you, trying not to exhale a cloud of smoke at you. “I’m listening,” he said, turning and giving a slow exhale. His adam’s apple bobbed when he took another drag.

“You said you like honesty, yeah? How about we share some right now?” You suggested, dragging him over to the nearest bench.

You sat down and Billy slid into the seat next to you. "Tell me about when we first met," you said. "What did you think about me?"

Billy snorted. Getting him to open up - especially about feelings - wasn't easy, but you were determined to get him to share his thoughts with you. He put his arm around you to buy time, but you weren’t having it.

"Well?"

"Ladies first." He said and cleared his throat.

"No, you go first," you said, leaning further back on the bench, watching him as he smirked lazily at you. "And it better be true," you added with a grin.

Billy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine," he relented when his gaze fell back onto you. "When I first saw you, I saw a plain Jane. Little did I know, I'd have my metaphorical butt kicked by your confidence." He reached out and poked you on the nose. "Nice butt, too."

Chuckling, you tilted your head to the side. "You really thought I was plain?"

"You told me to be honest," he said with a shrug. "Now you go."

You pouted your lips. "When I first saw you, I saw a Californian dream," you confessed. "And the moment you opened your mouth, you crushed that dream into tiny pieces."

"Hey!"

"You said it yourself," you laughed. "You're an asshole."

"You're still here, aren't you?" He moved the arm he had around you back and forth. "A man can change. Or pretend to."

It was your turn to roll your eyes. He had changed considerably since you met him, but not his ways. He was still cocky and rude at times, but he was much more honest and seemed to think a little bit before speaking.

"I like you as you are," you confessed in a moment of mushy weakness. "I don't like having to tiptoe around a guy. I like being honest, and myself."

Billy smiled softly at you. "I like it when you're being yourself," he murmured and ran his hand over your cheek.

You looked at one another, admiring the affection and admiration in each other's eyes. Your gaze briefly darted down to his plush lips. "What was that you said about kisses on dates?"

"Yeah..." he breathed. "I don't think I can wait until the second date to kiss you."

"Me neither," you said, leaning closer to close the distance between you.

Your lips met and the slight tingle of static that sparked on your lips wasn’t nearly enough to dissuade any of you to pull back. Billy’s tongue tasted like the sugary drinks he’d had at the movies, and the warmth of his breath on your skin made your head spin.

Billy gave a slight sigh when you ran your tongue over his bottom lip, flicking it playfully before sucking it into your mouth. One of his hands found its way around your throat, his fingers gently squeezing the back of your neck as he pressed you closer.

You eagerly scooted closer, nearly planting yourself in his lap as the already steamy makeout session turned even hotter.

A light moan left you when his other hand ran up your thigh, gripping the supple flesh as if he was afraid he’d drop you. Two could play that game, was all you could think, reaching and taking a firm grip of the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer and making sure that there was no space between the two of you as your lips moved as if synchronized.

There was a familiar warmth growing in the pit of your stomach, radiating downwards as your heart beat faster and your breath became more labored. Part of you was embarrassed that you’d gotten so worked up, and another part of you wanted more.

Just as you were about to say something undoubtedly horny and probably desperate, the sound of footsteps sounded behind you and a loud click made you flinch.

The light was blinding, and you and Billy both squinted to protect your eyes from the unwelcome sting. "Alright, lovebirds. Break it up. This is a public space."

Billy snorted as he shielded his eyes from the light of the flashlight, looking over at the police officer standing a few yards away. "Aw, come on, Phil," he said, feigning innocence. "We were just chatting."

"Yes, you talk so well with your tongue down her throat," the officer said. "Get a room, or do I need to call your parents?"

You couldn't help but giggle as Billy tried to talk the two of you out of trouble. Billy had a way with words, that was undeniable and it was fun to see him try and charm his way out of the officer's ire.

"Let's get going, Billy," you said. "Privacy does sound kind of nice."

Both Billy and officer Callahan turned and looked at you. "Is does?" they said in unison.

"I mean..." Phil cleared his throat, suddenly looking flustered. "You two run along. I don't want to catch the two of you sucking face anywhere else tonight."

"Sure you don't," you murmured with a smirk, which only seemed to make him even more flustered. You turned and looked at Billy as you got up. "Shall we?"

"Hell yes," he said, taking your hand and hopping up from the bench. "Good night, Phil."

Phil didn't reply and instead hurried off muttering something about teenagers and decency under his breath. Soon the light from his flashlight faded into the night.

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madrigaljail · 7 months

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Encantober 4: Mystery

The Madrigal matriarch was not an easy woman to alarm, this was very well known, but then it was not every day she was approached by a pair of distressed parents informing her that their daughter was pregnant, and that her son was the father.

She did her best to maintain her composure as discussion with the parents and the young couple confirmed this to be the truth, and she spoke of her family’s commitment to doing the right thing, and offering assurances that the child would be accepted and that of course there would be a wedding should that be what everyone truly wanted.

Things got as smoothed over as they possibly could be, and when a moment of quiet finally came she turned to Bruno and shook her head. “I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

“Me?” he said, face scrunched in confusion. “Why? I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s exactly it!” Mirabel flailed her arms and continued her pacing across the patio. “You didn’t think this was worth a little warning? Some sort of…’hey kid, your son’s going to knock up a tourist, keep an eye on him’ would’ve been helpful.”

Bruno blew a raspberry and waved her off, settling back in his big wicker chair. The sun glinted off hair which was definitely more silver than brown, and she had to look away because it made her think of Abuela.

“You know I don’t look into the family’s future on purpose, Mira,” he remarked, shrugging. “The glimpses I get these days are…oh look, more kids, wonder who they belong to. Some things are meant to be solved and some should just be simply a mystery.”

Mirabel stopped her restless pacing, folded her arms, and sighed. Out on the lawn her spouse was playing with their youngest, distracting them from the tension in the household. Behind her she could hear the radio playing and a clatter in the kitchen, her mother laughing and admonishing her father to be more careful. If she looked to the front walk she could probably catch the other children coming home from school, and if she turned and glanced up she suspected she could find her eldest brooding in a corner under Casita’s eaves.

“And she’s not a tourist,” Bruno went on as he offered a treat to one of his rats. “The Deckers have been here a couple of years, I think that- her name is Erica?”

“Yes, Erica.”

“Right, I think that Erica and Pedro and the baby are going to be fine.”

She wanted to believe that, and considering the source she was willing to do so. Even without it being a proper prophecy, she trusted Bruno’s opinion on such matters.

“Hey, kid, with all of this, you know what you should be worried about?”

Mirabel turned to him, frowning. “What?”

He gave her an apologetic smile and lifted his eyebrows. “Your prima.”

“Huh? Why would Dolor-” She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. “I’m going to be an abuela before she is.”

“Yep.”

“And she has to already kno- oh God she’s going to kill me.”

“Maybe. I mean, she might go after your son first but-”

“I really, really hope you’re happy with yourself!”

“Again, I didn’t do anything!”

Later, Mirabel would decide that it would be a good idea to gently encourage the young couple to name their firstborn, should it be a boy, after Bruno. They were open to the idea, and followed through accordingly.

(NOTES: Yes, Mirabel's eldest son is named Pedro, his is a bit of a disaster human, I have no idea what his gift is. Yes, the baby in question has a cameo in the A Prophet In His Own Land epilogue. Dolores does not in fact kill anyone. I am turning into one of those authors who has plans and ideas for the next gen of kids, send help.)

#encantober #mystery #bruno madrigal #gonna hold off on more tags because spoilers #sedavese

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octolingkiera · 5 months

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i love the twins so much 😭😭😭😭 i have so many feelings about them. so many thoughts. they live in my brain rent free

this is a part of @sariphantom's Rise August prompts

check out the fic on ao3 to get the full experience!!

Prompt: Day 2: Disaster Twins

Summary:

No one really remembers who said it first. Maybe it was Splinter in an effort to put to rest the debate of who was older. Maybe it was Leo and his need for connection with his family. Maybe it was Donnie in his unwavering devotion in unorthodox ways.

It didn’t really matter in the end. Leo and Donnie, Donnie and Leo, two for one special, peas in a pod, buy one get one, twins for life, for love, by choice.

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It doesn’t really matter in the end. Leo and Donnie, Donnie and Leo, two for one special, peas in a pod, buy one get one, twins for life, for love, by choice.

April didn’t understand it when she was very young. When she wasn’t quite a preteen, when she was just desperate for friends, when she found all and more in silly little group of green boys who stumbled into her life with wide eyes and naïve hope.

She didn’t understand it, but she wanted to.

She wanted to know what it was like to always have someone by your side, a partner in crime, a guaranteed player two, your equal and opposite in every way.

She remembers she asked Raph about it, desperate to understand her new friends. She didn’t know them all that well yet and she was so scared they would stop being friends with her—a ridiculous and unfounded fear, looking back—so she wanted to know how to avoid stepping on any potential conversational landmines regarding Leo and Donnie.

“How can they be twins?” April asked. “I thought twins were supposed to look the same?” She knows now that her question is silly and not all twins are identical, but she was eight and had never met any twins before, let alone heard of the concept of being fraternal twins.

“They just are,” Raph told her with absolute certainty as Donnie and Leo tussle around the floor of the projector room, Mikey indiscriminately cheering them on from the side. Donnie was currently winning, pressing Leo plastron side down on the floor. Leo was screeching and flailing but couldn’t get enough leverage to free himself.

As Raph and April watched on, Leo managed to flip positions with Donnie, then flopped down on Donnie’s soft shell, chest to back. He folded his arms on the back of Donnie’s shoulders and laid his head down like he intended to fall asleep. Donnie wriggled for a few moments, then pillowed his own head in his arms, huffing. In an instant, the fight left both of them, exchanged instead for large yawns and sleepy (and victorious, in Leo’s case) smiles.

April frowned and thought very hard. They just are, huh? She supposed it made sense. There was a lot of things that just were. You didn’t always have to understand them for them to be true.

Maybe this could be one of them.

Donnie would never admit it, not in a million years, but there was nothing he loved more than being Leo’s twin. It just made sense to him in a way that only machines and technology and science did. Leo and Donnie were twins that that was that, no more questions, thank you, goodnight.

For once, science fell by the wayside to make room for the emotional and illogical. Logically, Donnie knew that the two of them could physically not be twins. For one, turtles hatch from eggs and typically in clutches of several at once, so it was impossible for them to be twins in the sense that humans are. For another, the two are separate species entirely, from different scientific families, even, and were only related to each other in the way that they are both turtles—and have the same mutant rat father.

Dad never shied away from telling him that they were all his sons in every way that mattered. Growing up, he never told them that he was a human that was mutated into a rat, just that he was their father and he saved them from where they had been mutated from. When Donnie would push for answers, Splinter would just smile and shake his head, telling him, “You may not have come from me, but you are mine anyway.”

Donnie, of course, always took this as a challenge. He was never able to do serious, extensive testing as a child, and never cared to once he was old enough to craft the equipment needed for such experiments himself, but he could do research and think and infer. He figured there had to be some shared commonality between himself and his brothers—despite their differences, they all share quite a few similarities that could only come from one distinct source such as facial structures and physique. None of them was “more turtle” than the rest, regardless of childhood behaviors or interests.

These similarities always seemed especially highlighted with Leo and Donnie. Being the two closest in physical and mental developmental milestones, the two of them often, and nearly without fail, matched each other through all of life’s twists and turns. Whether it was losing teeth, first words and steps, even their height, the two of them aged in tandem, experienced life hand in hand, side by side, step for step.

Twins, in every way that truly mattered. Ride or die, together forever, only ‘til death do us part.

It’s why, after the invasion, Donnie is so indescribably furious, seething with a frothing anger that shares headspace only with a hysterical sense of premature grief that has no outlet.

Leo’s still here, but for five, ten minutes, he wasn’t, and Donnie thought he would have to learn how to live with that.

Leo loves being Donnie’s twin, and for better or for worse, he doesn’t care who knows. (As long as no one tells Donnie—it’s an understood thing between them, no words needed. Please. Neither one of them would be able to handle a talk about that.)

It’s great, awesome, amazing, having someone that’s right by your side your whole life. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Raph and Mikey too and he would do anything for them without question, but it’s different with Donnie. There’s just something there, some extra special connection that he can’t put into words, but he, they, know it’s there, sitting between them like it always has and always will.

When they were kids, they almost never separated. It was rare to find one without the other, or if they were, then it was brief, within line of sight or range of hearing; apart, but not really. They were each other’s confidants, their lockboxes of secrets, the ones they whispered everything and nothing to. Back when they were tiny, still small enough to fit in two hands, before Leo started talking and never stopped, before Donnie bloomed into his intelligence like the prodigy he is, they would cry if they were out of physical contact for longer than ten minutes.

Splinter likes to tell them stories of their early childhood sometimes. He talks about how Raph was already trying to wrangle his little brothers together, how Mikey was just so cuddly and affectionate, how Leo and Donnie were Leo-and-Donnie, a pair, a set, do not separate.

Point is, they were closer as children, much closer, indescribably closer.

Then they grew up, they learned about the world, they developed different hobbies, they came into their personalities, they built up walls, and Leo-and-Donnie became Leo and Donnie.

It makes him sad sometimes, to think about how close they used to be, and how things have had to change. He wants to cling to that childhood where the worst thing was learning there would never be a new Lou Jitsu movie, or reaching the end of his favorite Jupiter Jim adventure. He wishes he could take back everything he said that implied he wanted this new distance between them, this yawning abyss he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to cross again.

He wants his brother back the way they used to be, but he knows it’s just a pipe dream by now.

“I’m mad at you,” Donnie says after the invasion, once Leo can stay awake longer than ten minutes at a time. “I can’t believe you. How could you?”

Leo just looks at him for a long minute, eyes dark and searching. “I did what I had to do.”

“What you thought you had to do,” Donnie corrects, hands clenching into fists. He shoves them into his thighs, knuckle first. “You could have done something else. We could have done something else.”

“There was no time,” Leo says, and he sounds so tired. “It was do or die.”

Donnie flinches. “Don’t say that.” He came so close to making that a reality.

“Sorry,” Leo says, then continues, “but thats why I had to. I couldn’t let you die.”

Donnie’s glare is fierce and wild. “So we should have let you? Is that what you’re trying to say to me? Really?”

“Of course not,” Leo says, almost before Donnie is finished speaking, and it’s so genuine, so sincere, it gives Donnie pause. “I love you guys, so much, more than you’ll ever know. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to leave you.”

“But you still did,” Donnie says, voice losing its strength. “We almost lost you. For good. No take backs.” He takes a deep breath, holds it for several counts, then exhales. “I almost lost you.”

Leo stares down at the scratchy medbay blanket on his lap and grips in tight in his hand. “It wasn’t a decision I wanted to make.” His voice breaks on his next words. “I promise.”

Donnie stares at him, tears he’s been trying to ignore beading in the corners of his eyes. Leo isn’t one to make promises lightly, never has been, likely never will be. For someone who lies and pretends and twists the truth as much as Leo does, he’s kept every promise he’s ever made.

Except for one.

“You left me,” Donnie says, barely more than a whisper. “You promised we’d be together forever.”

“‘Til death do us part,” Leo recites part of their childhood pact, lifting his head to stare towards the wall, eyes wet and distant.

Donnie sucks in a too-fast breath. He tries to regulate his breathing. They need to have this talk and he can’t ruin it by crying. He and Leo haven’t had a conversation this honest since they were both thirteen and wide-eyed, sneaking out to spend time on the surface by themselves, sitting on empty rooftops to commiserate about their lives and wallow in their new teen angst together. He can’t ruin this.

“We promised we’d grow old together.” Donnie barks a laugh, startling them both with the suddenness of it. “Sixteen isn’t old.”

“It was when we were six,” Leo jokes, like he can’t help himself. He sniffles and shakes his head immediately afterwards.

Donnie can’t even find it in himself to scold his brother. The anger has died, withered away, and all that’s left is the fear and the grief and the soul shattering feeling that nothing will be the same again. He’s mourning for a reality that no longer exists, for the brother that isn’t dead, for the broken promise that is technically no longer broken. All these big feelings have nowhere to go, nothing to aim at, so they’re just bunched up in his head, in his chest, and they’re pressing against his rib cage and skull with nowhere to go.

“We can’t do this again,” Donnie finally says a few minutes later. “This—we can’t let this happen again.”

“Technically we didn’t let anything happen,” Leo says, voice quiet, like he’s hoping he won’t be heard.

Donnie hears him anyway. Donnie always hears him. “But it did.” He grits his teeth, thinking. He takes a deep breath that shakes on the way out. “New promise,” he says, because it’s all he can do.

Leo finally turns and looks at him again, wide-eyed and expectant.

“Promise me that if you can’t find a way out,” he reaches over to grab Leo’s hand, squeezing tight, “then you tell me, so we can find a way out together.”

“What if there’s not a way out?” Leo asks, fingers tightening over Donnie’s. “What if there’s nothing else to do? What if there’s only one way to fix everything?”

Donnie hears the unspoken questions. What if the only way to save the day, to stop the bad guy, to save the world, is to risk life and limb and potentially never return?

Self-sacrifice is, unfortunately, a family tradition.

“Then we go together.” Simple as that.

Leo’s breath hitches, and he tries to pull away, but Donnie holds on with all his strength. “I can’t,” Leo croaks, tears threatening to spill over. “Tello, I could never.”

“You can,” Donnie asserts. He shakes the hand in his grip. “I’m not giving you a choice here, Nardo.”

Leo shakes his head, cheeks wet. “I don’t want that for you.”

“And I don’t want this for you.” Donnie gestures to the medbay and the assorted machines attached to Leo with his free hand. The heart monitor, still attached, but nearly muted, has almost outgrown its usefulness, as Leo is out of the danger zone, but the steady beep-beep-beep of the machine has become a soothing backdrop for this trying time. Donnie doesn’t have the heart to turn it off quite yet, pun not intended.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Donnie adds, once it’s clear Leo isn’t going to reply, too preoccupied with squeezing his eyes closed to staunch the flow of tears. “Twins for life, remember?”

“‘Til we’re old and wrinkly,” Leo whispers, breathing through the tears, silently weeping.

Donnie blinks hard and the tears in his own eyes finally spill over. “Exactly.”

“I’m sorry,” Leo cries, jolting in a hiccup that clearly hurts his still healing everything. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not okay, not really, but it will be,” Donnie says. Then, because Leo needs to hear this more than anything else, he adds, “I forgive you.” Then, for the real kicker, “It’s not your fault.”

Leo outright sobs, and Donnie surges forward to wrap his brother up in his arms, gathering him close as he’s overcome with emotion. Donnie holds on as tight as he dares, then even tighter when Leo clings back like Donnie will disappear if he starts to let go. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Leo buries his face in Donnie’s shoulder. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. It’s okay. We’re all okay. It’s not your fault.”

When Raph comes by later to deliver their dinner, he finds Leo and Donnie curled up side by side on the bed, arms and legs tangled together with tubes and wires, foreheads and shoulders touching, fingers threaded, fast asleep. In that moment, superimposed over the image, he sees two much smaller turtles, back when they were Leo-and-Donnie, before they grew up and away and apart. They’ve crashed back together now, and it settles something in Raph that he hadn’t realized was off.

He smiles as he leaves the room. He’ll let them sleep just a little longer.

But first, he needs to take some pictures.

#rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rise august art challenge #rise august #kiera writes fics #disaster twins #i love them so much #sobs

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Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

How utterly fucking embarrassing,

Zoro dragged his hand over his face as he sat near the fire pit in your backyard. The entire day was just a disaster. When Luffy invited him to this party he didn't put much thought into it; but then he walked into your room by accident and you looked so cute barely awake, hair tussled all over.

He was thankful for the lack of lighting as heat crept up his neck, ears and face.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Over the last few years he'd seen many photos of you displayed in the Newgate home and the boys spoke of you often. He just wasn't prepared to come face to face with you out of the blue. Everything about you that was even remotely attractive in photos was amplified in person under the mood lighting of the bar. Your eyes were bigger and brighter, perfect full lips parted just so and he hated to but he had to agree with Shanks (though not as crudely); the small vein of silver that you had to be too young for added to your beauty.

Then he spent that evening trying to figure out your relationship to Shanks, it was definitely unique as you swatted at him most of the night. But there were times where the redhead drew from you the most genuine laugh. Your head thrown back and hair falling away from your face, it looked just as beautiful as it sounded.

So of course the day of your party you had men fawning over you, worst of all, that shitty cook. It was so obvious and cliché; using your knife skills as an excuse to touch you. He was thankful for Ace's interruption, if he didn't get out soon he'd cave in to his desire to sock Curly Q right in his stupid fucking mouth.

He found himself wanting to speak to you, he couldn't deny his attraction, however there was something incredibly intimidating about initiating conversation with you that he hadn't experienced before. With everyone you came in contact with you were bubbly and sweet, except for him. When your eyes met you suddenly clammed up. He knew he wasn't much of a talker and could himself be a bit intimidating, but you grew up in a house full of tough men, you could take care of yourself. So, it had to be something else.

Now he was forced to watch with feigned disinterest as Shanks flirted with you on the dancefloor. It wasn't that he hadn't tried. He thought after some drinking and letting the music loosen you up perhaps you'd speak to him like you did everyone else. Robin helped him get close enough to cut in but he couldn't get passed Luffy's flailing - you hadn't even noticed. As the song came to an end Shanks fearlessly swooped in.

"Sorry." Robin murmured taking a seat next to him.

"It's fine." he sighed leaning back on the bench, "Let's just not talk about it. It was a long shot."

"I'm sure there will be other opportunities." she smiled softly.

He only hummed in response.

"Opportunities for what?"

His gaze snapped back to the pinkette taking a seat on Robin's lap.

"Mind your own business, Perona." he grumbled.

"Nothing dear." Robin moved a lock of curly pink hair off her shoulder and wound her arms around the other.

The song ended bringing Zoro's eye back to the dancefloor. You hugged Shanks and made your exit heading back toward the house. He rose intending to get a word with you.

______________________

You turned meeting a pair of half lidded slate eyes. A navy beanie concealed unruly raven locks, slender tattooed fingers adjusted the lapel of his jacket.

"It's not." you replied, "You're the surgeon right?"

"You've heard of me?" he quirked a brow and took a seat, "It's Law by the way."

"Don't flatter yourself too much, Shanks pointed you out when we were dancing." you chuckled slouching back in your chair.

"Mind if I smoke?"

"It's your body, but you'd think a doctor would know better."

"Stressful habit," he replied lighting the cigarette, "so, what's the lady of the hour doing out here alone?"

"It's been a while since I've been around a group of people like this." you shrugged, "It gets a little overwhelming. What about you? Surely you could have your smoke out back with everyone else."

"I just thought I'd take a moment to get to know who we're celebrating." he leaned back watching you.

"I'm not that interesting, I assure you."

"Yes, so uninteresting all of these people came out to welcome you home." he smirked, "Some of which you don't even know."

"You know Luffy invited half the town. I'm sure you're one of them." you offered him a quick glance.

"That is how he operates." he chuckled.

Your conversation was cut short by the sound of furniture being pulled around inside the house.

"There you are!" Luffy shouted bursting through the screen door, "We've been challenged. You have to come defend our title"

"What?" you asked rising from your seat.

"Beer pong!" he hollered, "Kid and his friend think they can beat you guys."

"Well, Marco doesn't really drink like that anymore." you stepped passed Law.

"Zoro said he'll play instead."

You couldn't control the small smile that ghosted your lips.

"I'll be there in a second then." You turned back to Law who remained seated, "Sorry I've got a reputation to uphold. It was nice chatting though."

"The pleasure was mine, F/N-ya." he rose slipping a business card into your hand, "Hopefully we can do it again soon."

"S-sure." you stammered stashing the card in your pocket.

When you entered the house the boys were already filling the cups placed in a triangular formation on both ends of the old ping pong table.

"Full cups?" you asked Ace watching him fill them.

"Don't think you can handle it squirt?" a massive redhead sneered stepping next to you.

"Don't underestimate her Kid." Sabo pipped up handing Ace another pitcher of beer.

"Everyone clear on the rules?" Ace asked, "Balls that go right in are worth one cup, bounce and sink is two cups, and house rule if you miss you have to take a shot of tequila."

You took off your sweater and pulled your hair up in to a messy bun. Zoro stood nearby quietly admiring your tenacity and mentally preparing himself to not disappoint you.

"Best of three rounds?" you asked taking the ping pong ball from your younger brother.

"Whatever you say sweetheart." Kid smirked cockily.

"Alright." You grinned back bouncing the ball right into the furthest cup to the right in the third row.

That was the first time you saw Zoro smile.

#one piece #the one #shanks #x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #whitebeard pirates #whiteboard #roronoa zoro #marco the phoenix #trafalgar law #lyndsyh24

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autumnalwalker · 6 months

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A Dream About A Doll And A Dog

I am a doll, wandering empty dirt roads. Long, long ago, I think I may have been a weapon. Long enough ago that I can barely imagine, I might have been human. Or at least something that looked the part.

Remembering is hard these days.

I am looking for my witch, that much I am certain of.

There was a war, I think. Or maybe some other disaster. Something bad that had gone on for longer than anyone could remember and all believed would go on forever.

Until one day it didn’t.

Everything is broken and empty now, except for the bits of green that have started to grow. None of the scattered and hungry people I’ve met on the roads have known what to do about it. No one knows how to put things back together after so long breaking things apart.

My witch would know.

I was shattered, discarded, and bereft of self. Useless and forgotten until my witch found what was left of me. She made me new. She made me durable enough that nothing could ever hurt me again. She made me weak enough that I could never hurt anyone else again. She made me whole. She allowed me to just be without needing to be useful.

If she could put me back together, then surely she must be able to put everything else back together.

It took time for me to appreciate what she did to me. Now that I am thinking about it again, those memories come back in flashes. I would flail, and scratch, and bite, but my hands could not tear cloth and my teeth could not break skin. Once I rent apart steel and ceramic and flesh and bone and circuitry and cables and graphene and glass and helmets and skulls and armor and weapons and ships and cannons and pipelines and spines and clouds and earth and cities and hearts and -

And now I stop and take deep breaths I don’t need until those memories I need even less fade again.

Maybe that’s what those people over there are doing as they harass the tall one in the red and black helmet shaped like a dog’s head. Maybe they are just flailing about in misplaced aggression because they haven’t learned to do anything else yet. I approach them. I tell them I am looking for my witch. I ask them if they’ve seen her. All of them flee except for the tall one with a dog’s head who growls from beneath his unmoving metal features.

Why does that always happen when I ask?

The tall one with a dog’s head asks me to describe my witch. I do so as much as my failing memory will allow. The dog remembers her. It was my witch who made this one in front of me now into her dog. The dog had been searching for her for a long time as well, and while the dog was very good at tracking, the dog had eventually given up, believing her to be dead.

Did we have a dog? I must have forgotten about that.

I tell the dog that she is not dead. She can’t be dead. I am her doll and she is my witch. I would know. I would feel it.

Why aren’t we together anymore? I don’t remember her leaving, only that one day she was gone, I wasn’t home anymore, and everything outside was different.

The dog says that we should travel together. With the dog’s ability to track in conjunction my ability to feel my witch we might finally find her. The hunt can begin again and when it finishes everything will be made right.

Why does the word "hunt" make me feel uneasy?

The dog has contacts that can supposedly help us get started. I am led to a mostly-forgotten ruin of hangars and bunkers. I don’t remember if I’ve been to this one before but I know that I have been to many just like it. The last time I was in a place like it though, my witch lied to everyone there and said that I hadn’t. I remember being grateful for that lie. It made me less scared of going back.

My witch isn’t here to lie for me this time.

The dog takes me far below ground to untouched vaults. In that dim place, gaunt mechanics scurry about, eyeing me with fear and hunger. Favors are called in and the dog barks orders. I am left standing alone in the middle of a wide open floor as crates are retrieved, dusted off, and opened. I have never worn the armor whose pieces are being unpacked, but I’ve intimately known its like. The sight of it thrills me.

I want to run away.

The dog tells me this is the best way to find my witch.

The last piece of armor is fastened into place. Long-dormant systems activate and sync. Long-drowned connections sputter to life and I remember how to fly, how to rend, and how to hunt.

#writeblr #my writing #writers on tumblr #dreams #empty spaces #my dreams #I'd been reading a lot of Empty Spaces dollposting lately when I had this dream. I blame it on that.#It's not a community I'm part of and I don't know how well this *actually* fits in so I hope none take offense at my using those tags.#dollposting #dreamposting

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librathefangirl · 1 year

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Marks of a Brother

ao3 (1k+; One-Shot)

When Zeldris was just a little baby, there was a gomicl dragon attacking the palace. Meliodas had barely started his official training with Chandler, he was in no position to do anything – but he knew where his father's priorities were. His baby brother was the only pure thing left in this wretched place. Someone had to keep him safe. Febuwhump Day 5: “That’s gonna scar”.

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, The Demon King's A+ Parenting.

Finally found the motivation to write this, thank you Febuwhump!

Read on ao3 or under the cut!

Meliodas paced back and forth while his body screamed in protest. He was still unused to the heavy strain of training full-time, feeling like collapsing at the end of every night. Though today had been cut short with Chandler telling him – no, ordering him – to stay put in his room. Truthfully, Meliodas wouldn’t have had a problem with it under any other circumstances. All he really wanted to do was fall face-first onto the bed and sleep for a couple decades.

But there was a gomicl dragon loose in the capital. It was attacking the fucking palace. And Meliodas was well aware of his father’s priorities.

Meliodas stopped moving, glaring at the door. There was no way he was just staying here. His baby brother was still so little – too little. Meliodas had to make sure someone was keeping him safe. Which meant obeying orders wasn’t an option.

It was easier than it normally would have been to leave his room and sneak through the palace hallways. Most times if Meliodas had been confined to his room, nobody would stand guard per se, but someone would notice if he left. Now though everyone was too focused on the gomicl attack. Nobody would bother about one small prince in the midst of disaster. Well, Chandler would, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen. That meant Meliodas could easily make his way to the nursery without anyone stopping him.

He knew the way there by heart already. He had spent so much free time just watching Zeldris sleep or talk to him or just be with him without anyone watching or judging his every move. His footsteps echoed as he ran, hearts beating fast. He had no armor – because he didn’t need it yet – and no weapons – because he hadn’t earned them yet – and this was probably the most reckless and stupid thing he could be doing right now – but he didn’t care. Zeldris was still pure, the only good thing left in this place. Meliodas would be damned if he let their father ruin him before he could even walk.

Meliodas stopped outside the door, trying to catch his breath. The room was intact, but deserted. A ruckus of screams and fighting was heard nearby. Meliodas closed his eyes, focusing on the sounds. Identify the sound. Isolate it and omit all others. Focus... There! Two hallways down and one to the left. Damn. The gomicl was close.

Not wasting any time, Meliodas rushed through the door and up to the crib. Zeldris was crying. His small limbs kicking and flailing in all directions. Darkness covered his eyes. He couldn’t really do anything with it yet, but the defensive instinct was still there. His body screaming for protection. The thought ached in all of Meliodas’ hearts. Yet he couldn’t help but sigh in relief as he saw his brother unharmed. He was upset, scared and safe.

“It’s okay, Zel,” Meliodas mumbled. He reached down and stroked his fingers across Zeldris’ cheek. It was wet with tears. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

Zeldris grabbed hold of his finger. His grip tighter than what seemed possible from such a tiny being. He hiccupped loudly but the screaming stopped as he stared up at Meliodas with wide eyes.

“I…” Meliodas trailed off, rubbing at Zeldris’ little hand. He didn’t know what to say as he watched the darkness bleed away from Zeldris’ eyes. Just Meliodas presence seemingly settling some of his distress. Green eyes watched him; green eyes full of trust Meliodas didn’t know what to do with.

Suddenly there was a loud roar. Zeldris cried out in fear when the whole building seemed to shake. Meliodas froze, listening. The gomicl was moving; it was coming. Fast!

Meliodas barely had time to pull Zeldris up into his arms – stumbling slightly under the weight – and throw himself backwards when the window exploded. Meliodas scrambled backwards until his back hit the wall as the gomicl pressed itself into the room, breaking the wall in the process. Meliodas watched as the gomicl approach the crib, sniffing around it. His hearts beat frantically in his ears. He glanced around the room as he pulled Zeldris closer to him. There was nowhere to hide.

“It-it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here, I’m-I’m here,” Meliodas stammered, trying to calm Zeldris down. It was no use. He was terrified, and with good reason. Meliodas felt tears burn his own eyes as the gomicl turned around. It was staring right at them now. Even if the dragon had poor eyesight, there was no way it wouldn’t find them now. It could hear them; it could smell them. There was just them and it in the room. There had to be guards close by, right? Someone had been fighting the dragon just moments earlier. They would come. They wouldn’t let the Demon King’s sons die. They couldn’t. Unless the gomicl had already killed them all.

Meliodas closed his eyes, pressing his face against Zeldris’ tuft of black hair, praying.

“I’m here,” he promised one last time. “Big brother is going to protect you.”

He could hear the gomicl approach them. Its long sharp claws rasping across the floor as it walked. He could feel the temperature shift as its warm breath reached them. It ghosted over his skin with a promise of death. A low, growing growl rose from the dragon as it prepared for an attack.

Meliodas didn’t think, he threw himself on the floor. Zeldris was caged beneath his body, surrounded by his limbs on each side. Meliodas formed his wings and wrapped them around them as well, channeling whatever darkness he could in his frightened state. And he prayed and begged and hoped. Please, please, please, let it be enough.

Meliodas blacked out with blood running down his back and his brother held close to his chest.

As he woke, the gomicl dragon was gone. So was the nursery and Zeldris too. Meliodas’ arms felt empty and cold as he lied flat on his stomach on a soft cot. He blinked his eyes open blearily, shifting slightly as he tried to make his eyes focus. He had to find Zeldris.

“It’s so good to see you awake, Prince Meliodas,” a voice said as hands helped his sit up. They stayed on his shoulder as he swayed slightly, seemingly uncertain if they should push him back down.

The clear presence of another immediately shot through Meliodas like a poison. His body tensed, his posture straight, and he glared at the demon in question with a suddenly sharp gaze. Never let them see you waver.

Oh. It was a healer, his mind caught up with the situation. He was in the infirmary being treated. After apparently not being killed by the gomicl. Maybe it hadn’t killed all the guards after all.

“Your back is still badly injured,” the healer told him – as if he couldn’t feel it set on fire with his every breath. “You’re lucky the guards managed to kill the gomicl when they did.”

As opposed to unlucky and dead, he was lucky and stuck in Hell with wounds that just felt like death. It seemed a bit odd though. Sure, their healers were no goddesses, but they knew what they were doing. Wounds of this degree of damage were a rarity. Especially for Meliodas. Not that he usually got this injured, but as the Demon King’s firstborn his health – and thereby fighting capabilities – was a priority. Unlike an infant’s safety, evidentially.

An infant’s safety.

“Zel?” Meliodas tried to ask, suddenly forgetting all about his own injuries. What had happened to Zeldris? Where was his brother? Meliodas cleared his throat painfully when his voice wouldn’t cooperate. Had he been screaming? He couldn’t remember, but his throat felt raw.

“Zeldris?” Meliodas asked again. This time, although it sounded like he had glass shoved down his throat, the word at least was intelligible. The healer tilted their head for a moment, regarding him.

“Your brother is unharmed,” they said. “He’s with his nursemaids and Sir Cusack, getting settled into his new room.”

So his brother was with the people who had abandoned him in the first place. At least Cusack was there too. The demon seemed to be the only one other than Meliodas who genuinely cared for Zeldris well-being. Well, as much Chandler would care for Meliodas’: absolutely but with certain conditions. It seemed no matter how much his master cared for him, Meliodas knew the loyalty to his father would always be greater.

Also, how long had Meliodas been out? Zeldris was already getting a new room? Was that because it was deemed a priority or because it had just been that long since the attack? Meliodas itched to find his brother, to see with his own eyes that he was safe.

“Can I leave?”

The healer hesitated. They looked conflicted as they shifted from foot to foot for a moment. Then they sighed subtly and nodded their head.

“Of course, my lord,” they said, helping Meliodas stand up from the cot. “Sir Chandler wanted me to tell you that you are to rest in your room, there will be no training today.”

Meliodas was secretly relieved. Getting to his room would be hard enough. There was no way he would ever be able to train today, especially with Chandler’s standards. But that also meant he wouldn’t be able to see Zeldris today either. Even if he could make it to his new room, he doubted he could get away with disobeying two orders in one… however long it had been.

“That’s gonna scar,” the healer added before he could leave.

Yeah, Meliodas had figured that one out by now too. The healers did know what they were doing. If his injuries were still this bad, it was only because his father wanted them to be.

“Rub some of this on your back every morning and night,” the healer continued, handing Meliodas a small bottle. “It’ll help keep the wounds clean. They should heal up nicely in a week or so.”

The wounds, not the scars. Meliodas would always carry the scars from a gomicl dragon on his back. To his father they’d be a reminder of his foolish actions, of what happened when you rushed in without thinking. To Meliodas they were a promise that he would always protect his baby brother.

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