#i sincerely hope that she gets away from her management and family and is able to take control over her body and life

[d1xonss]

Hi!! Could I request a one shot where reader and Daryl are like complete opposites?? But he realizes eventually he’s grown to love her or something like that?? Thank you!

Enchanting

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader

✧ Era : Season 5/6

✧ Pronouns : she/her

✧ Genre : Fluff

✧ Word Count : 3.6k

AN ~ Thank you so much for this request! I’ve been writing some pretty sad stuff lately so I’m glad to have something on the lighter side lol. I tried my best with this considering I haven't been writing much outside of the series I've been updating. But I'm always up for the practice. Hope you enjoy!

He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. How someone so fragile, so delicate, so perfect, survived this long in a world as shitty as this. 

Alexandria as a whole felt like a dream within itself. Arriving with his family at the giant gates after living a life of hell on the road, it was something he would call a miracle. Though he hardly believed in such a thing, he thought this was as close as it was going to get. Houses lined up down the road, running water, electricity, it almost seemed too unreal to him to even want to stay in a place like this. 

It took him some time to get adjusted, some of his people having to drag him out of the house by his hair to actually give this place a chance. They wanted him to open up, socialize a bit more with some of the people in the community seeing as they were planning to stay in this dream-like place. 

Carol was the most persistent of them all. She poked and prodded at him for days to get out of the house and actually give this place a chance. He would argue and say that he had left the house since their arrival, but in her mind, going out for hours to hunt was hardly the socializing she had in mind. All she wanted was for Daryl to be able to thrive here as the rest of them were slowly doing, not wanting to see him completely shut himself out.

So, after a whole week of trying to coax him out of the secure home, he finally agreed to a party. 

Did he enjoy parties? No, absolutely not. He didn’t know what to do at those types of events, not knowing how to really talk with others freely as it wasn’t exactly his strong suit. He would most likely just awkwardly stand in the corner by himself until enough time passed for him to be able to leave. And at least then he could say he tried.

When the day finally came it was safe to say he was a little nervous. He hadn’t talked to really anyone outside of his close knit group in what felt like forever. He had no idea if he would even be good at the whole “small talk” thing as he never once was to begin with. But still, he promised he’d try.

So, after getting back from a hunt he went on earlier that day, he headed towards the lit up house as instructed. Though the closer he got, the more nervous he became. His palms began to sweat a little as he wiped them a few different times on his jeans, trying to swallow whatever anxiety was creeping back up to haunt him. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but it was. To him, it was.

He eventually forced himself to open up the front door with almost instant regret, seeing a few turning heads to notice his presence in the room. Though he tried to ignore it for the most part, only nodding to the familiar faces he saw in different areas of the mostly filled house. He already grew uncomfortable at the watchful eyes that managed to follow him, purposefully looking away as he kept his head down while he moved.

Alright, time to find a corner, he thought to himself as he subtly scoped the place out, preparing to be alone for most of the night.

“Daryl!”

Damnit.

He reluctantly turned his head to see Carol approaching him rather quickly with a wide smile on her face as she quickly brought him into a hug, “Oh, I’m so happy you made it.” 

“Mhm,” he hummed with a nod as he patted her back awkwardly before she finally pulled away, “Said I’d try…so m’ tryin.”

“And I’m very proud of you.” she said sincerely as she placed a hand on his cheek for a moment, before pulling back with an even larger smile, “You want something to drink?” 

He dipped his head in a nod of appreciation as she tapped his shoulder, “I’ll be right back.” she promised, before turning around to maneuver through the sea of people.

Daryl patted the sides of his legs nervously as he waited for her return, scanning over different things in the house that caught his attention. One was the slightly flickering light above his head, another was the music playing somewhat softly in the background of people’s loud conversations. And the third was a laugh. A quite delightful laugh that had his attention from the second it hit his ears.

Daryl’s head whipped in the direction of the sudden delicate noise, his eyes catching sight of a woman he had never seen around the community before. Over the past week he had managed to see a few other residents of Alexandria when he traveled outside, sending them a polite nod when he passed through. But he had never seen you before.

He watched intently as you interacted with someone else from right next to you, whispering something close to your ear as you let out another light and enchanting laugh. His eyes moved over the features of your face, seeing your eyes crinkling at the corners and dimples forming on your cheeks from how wide you smiled. His lips parted a little at the sight, his head even tilting a bit to the side as he continued to study your movements.

You occasionally tucked a piece of hair behind your ear everytime it got in the way of your eyes, your hand effortlessly falling back down to grasp the cup of the drink you held in your hands. Your nose occasionally scrunched up a bit as you spoke, clearly about something that brought you joy and it intrigued Daryl more than he was willing to admit. A part of him wanted to get closer to hear the delightful story you were surely telling. He could in fact almost make out the sound of your voice from where he stood-

“Here’s your drink.” Carol’s voice quickly cut into his thoughts.

He practically jumped out of his skin at her arrival, glancing down to see the beer bottle in her hands before swiping it in his own grasp with a quiet thanks. Her brows furrowed in slight confusion as now all Daryl could seem to focus on was the ground, but curiosity got the better of her as to why he was so jumpy. Her eyes glanced behind her shoulder and did a scan of the surroundings…before a smirk was brought to her face.

“She’s pretty.” she commented casually.

Daryl’s eyes flew up to meet her smug expression with a scoff, “Dunno what yer talkin bout.” he brushed off as he raised the bottle to meet his lips.

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “I’m not dense, Daryl, and neither are you…” she trailed off before glancing back once more to catch you laughing yet again, “I think you should go talk to her.”

A scoff was the only response he could come up with, a reddened pigment covering his cheeks at the suggestion. You were already having a good time, why the hell would you want to talk to someone like him instead.

“I’m serious.” Carol pushed, “I think it’s the right kind of socializing you need.” she finished with a wink.

He gave her a pointed look as he took another swig of the liquid, his eyes panning back over towards you as the person whom you were once talking with, suddenly walked away. So now you stood alone, swaying back and forth a little to the music in content as you occasionally took a sip from your own drink as well.

“Well, would you look at that…a spot seemed to open up.” Carol teased as she nudged his side a little to which he just brushed her away with an annoyed grunt.

Though he couldn’t argue as he continued to casually glance at you still standing alone, though it looked like you didn’t mind too much. You looked almost too peaceful in a cramped party filled to the brim with people. Maybe he should take a chance. Just this once in his life maybe the leap of faith would do him some good, giving him an opportunity to talk to you.

After having an eternal inner debate with himself and a loud sigh left his lips, he finally pushed himself to move forward. He tried to ignore Carol’s wide smile in encouragement as he passed by her completely, but it truly was hard to ignore. He huffed as he moved further, awkwardly squeezing by a few people lingering in the way before he could reach you.

Although it happened all too fast, now standing in front of you with somewhat of a blank expression as you now looked him in the eye. Daryl swallowed thickly as he stood frozen upon seeing your gaze match his, your eyes were beautiful as they seemed to hold something much more than he was expecting. Everything about you seemed to make time stop for him.

“Hi.” you greeted politely after a few seconds of silence, sending a smile his way that almost caused him to melt.

He cleared his throat, “Hey.” he responded dryly, now almost panicking as he didn’t think this through as much as he should’ve. He was suddenly rendered speechless, not knowing what to say next as you looked at him almost expectantly.

Though your eyes narrowed the smallest bit, the smile still remaining on your face, “I recognize you, you’re new.” you stated with a raised finger, “Apart of Rick’s group, right? Daryl?”

“Uh huh.” he mumbled as he continued to stare, almost in disbelief that you had recalled seeing him before, enough to recognize him and even know his name. He’d almost wished you would repeat his name again so he could hear you say it just once more.

Your smile widened even more if that were possible as you suddenly held out your hand for him to take, “I’m (Y/N).”

And just like that, after hearing your name for the very first time, he could never seem to get it out of his head. He didn't necessarily know it then, but you would soon become a person that Daryl cared very much for. Someone he would give up his life for. Someone he would grow to love.

He was infatuated with you, slowly finding the time to leave the house more and more so he could have a chance at catching you outside as well. Normally he would never be so bold as to plan something like this just to get a chance to talk to you, but he couldn’t help it. There was just something so special about you that he couldn’t ignore.

Months in the community went by just like that, getting countless chances and opportunities to spend more time with you on multiple occasions. You were honestly flattered that the stoic man wanted to seek you out whenever he got the chance, offering to help fix something in your house or inviting you out on one of his hunts, you were always excited upon his arrival.

In exchange you would always have something to give him in return for his countless acts of kindness. Whether it was giving him something you had baked or his worn jeans you offered to patch up and sew, you wanted to give him something. He always seemed to deny your persistence, wanting nothing in return as he thought you were the best gift he could ever receive. But still you pushed, batting your eyelashes at him until he finally agreed to take whatever you presented, leaving you smiling at his bashful state.

You knew of his growing feelings towards you, of course you did. You picked up on it after he stopped by your house about three different times to make sure the bathroom sink he had fixed was still working properly. Daryl however was still painfully oblivious as he failed to realize that after all this time, you too found yourself growing feelings for him.

“I think you should just bite the bullet and ask her.” Carol advised as she mauvered around the kitchen, cooking dinner for the two of them.

Daryl’s constant resort was to just scoff at her words as he held his head in one of his hands at the kitchen island, “Alright.” he mumbled sarcastically.

She whipped around with slightly widened eyes, “I’m being serious!” she said as she stirred something heated on the stove, “And you better do it fast before she gets swept up by someone else.”

His eyes quickly snapped up towards her at the possibility, “Ya think that’ll happen?” he asked, not even trying to hide his worry.

He cared for you deeply, unlike anything he had ever felt before, the last thing he wanted to see was you with someone else. But at the same time he was scared. Scared to ask you out for some kind of date if you didn’t see him the same way he saw you. He didn’t want to ruin what he already had with you, he didn’t want to scare you away. But the suggestion of you being with someone besides him now made him worry further.

“I think that it could happen.” Carol corrected, “She’s very kind and pretty, it’s hard for me to believe she hasn’t found someone yet.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing…” Daryl said as he trailed off, “Better then endin up with some asshole like me.”

The woman sighed heavily as she dropped the wooden spoon in her hands and turned around fully to face him, “Daryl, that girl absolutely adores you. You might not be able to see it, but I do. I think you should just…take a chance. Like you did with that party.” she spoke knowingly.

He sent her a glare through his lids, earning a small laugh from her as she turned back around. His mind seemed to wander for a long moment as Carol’s back was facing him now, thinking if now was really the time to make some type of move. He wanted nothing more than to just confess what he’s been feeling for so long, wanting to sweep you off your feet and never let you go. But it wasn’t that easy.

He had thought about this situation before in the past, a lot more than he was willing to admit, but everytime he seemed to always talk himself out of it. He didn’t know how you would react, if you would be offended or flattered. If you would turn him down easy for leave him brokenhearted. There were too many possibilities for him to ignore, too many scenarios to think through.

But in the end you were the kindest person he had ever met and he felt safe with you, safer than he had ever felt before. Perhaps that was the only reason he needed to finally take a chance.

Before he could even process what he was doing, he suddenly stood up from his seat and headed straight towards the front door, trying not to talk himself out of the sudden decision he just made. He was fast and light on his feet as he walked down the porch steps, nearly falling on his ass as he missed the last one in a hurry. But he hardly let it bother him, looking like a man on a mission to others he was passing by on the sidewalk.

The walk to your house felt fast and slow all at once, his heartbeat rapidly pounding in his chest with each step closer he got. He felt his hands begin to sweat a bit as he trudged up the steps to your pretty yellow house, noticing the arrangements of flowers you had on either side of the porch that matched your personality perfectly. He was inches away from the front door now as he stood back and hesitated to knock on the wooden frame to your home. His eyes glanced down for a moment to your welcome mat below his feet, scraping off his dirty boots as he would never wish to track mud into your house.

With his boots clean(ish) and a huff passing from his lips, he finally raised his fist up towards the door to give it a firm and heavy knock, waiting for you to answer. The seconds seemed to go impossibly slow as he waited, wondering to himself if you were even home. You loved to head to the gardens this time of day, picking your share of the fruits and vegetables being grown. Perhaps he had missed you completely, contemplating if he should just turn around and head back seeing as the seconds turned into minutes.

But then he heard it. The faintness of your voice calling through the house that you were coming, followed by the pitter patter of your light and delicate footsteps. He swallowed thickly before the door was suddenly swung open, revealing your smiling face that seemed to light up even more at just the sight of him.

“Hey!” you greeted cheerfully as you bounded forward to close the distance between you two, bringing him in for a tight embrace.

He grunted at the sudden impact, but smiled a bit to himself as he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you softly. He feared that he would break you if he squeezed a little too tight.

You pulled back with a smile just as wide as your eyes lingered a bit over his face, “What’s up? You need something?” you asked politely.

He couldn’t help but think that he needed you and only you, but it felt a little wrong to be that blunt right away so he settled with a shake of his head, “Nah, just…just wanted ta see ya.” he spoke honestly.

Your eyes twinkled at the sweetness of him as you laughed lightly, “I’ve been wanting to see you too.” you admitted, “It feels like it’s been too long since we’ve hung out.”

“Yeah,” he grunted as he cleared his throat a little, “Shit’s gettin busier round here.”

You nodded in agreement, a little sympathy on your features as you knew how much he did around here for the community, “But- uh…” he quickly corrected, “I’ll always make time for ya…no matter how busy it gets.” he admitted nervously.

Your heart warmed as you smiled at him sweetly, “You sure?” you asked a bit playfully, “You sure you’re not too busy?” you poked as you ventured out to take his hand softly in yours.

He smiled down at you as you intertwined your fingers with his, as you normally would do, “Never.” he promised.

His eyes then took the time to take in your appearance as he normally would do. Your hair was pulled back a bit as it was tied up with a light pink ribbon, framing your face angelically as a few strands fell from the front and landed just above your cheekbones. He then noticed the sundress that fit your figure beautifully, finding himself loving the many skirts and flowy dresses you constantly wore. And then the jewelry that hung around your neck, a tiny pink diamond that was shaped into a heart as it sat in the middle of your chest.

It was actually a gift he had given you weeks ago, something he had found on a run that just reminded him of you. It was so soft and delicate, and the heart seemed fitting to your style. 

“Did you…want to come in for a bit?” you asked as you noticed him grow a little quieter than usual.

He snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of your sweet voice, “Oh- uh- nah…I just came over here ta…ask ya somethin.”

“So ask.” you prodded gently with a soft squeeze to his hand that made his knees feel like jelly.

You knew that Daryl often had a hard time with things like this, seeing it made him uncomfortable to say or ask something out of his comfort zone. But you were always so patient with him it blew his mind, always willing to wait for him to just come out and say it.

“Alright, so uh…” he cleared his throat before swallowing thickly, “I was just um…just wonderin…if ya wanted to maybe…go on a ride with me sometime…?”

Your eyes brightened a little as you went to open your mouth to answer, but he quickly cut you off, “Nah, I mean- n-not like just a ride, but like…out together sometime…just the two of us...kinda like-”

His rambling went on for a few more seconds before you decided to cut him off instead. He suddenly clamped his mouth shut in a split second when he felt the softness of your lips brushing across his cheek, leaving a light peck before you pulled away with a smile.

“I’d love to.” you said.

The man was stunned to silence, feeling his face get hot and the burning of his cheek becoming more intense as he tired to process your actions. You couldn’t help but laugh a little to yourself as you gave his hand another comforting squeeze while gazing up at him through your long lashes.

“I’m free tomorrow at noon…if that works for you?”

He stood there in bewilderment for a moment or two before frantically nodding his head, not counting on his words in this moment in time. You nodded back before venturing your hand out of his hold and up towards his face to move some of the hair that had fallen over his eyes. He almost quivered at the feeling of your fingers gently touching his hair, silently wanting more though he would never ask.

“I can’t wait.” you admitted gently and quietly, lulling him back into the same enchanting trance he was hit with the moment he caught sight of you for the first time all those months ago.

~ Thanks for reading!

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[melzula]

Hi ! the number one iroh stan has returned :) could i request a continuation to the lash iroh and kya’s daughter piece, but this time their proposal and marriage story ?

a/n: hello anon! apologies for how long it took to get to this request. i focused more on the proposal part for this piece, but if you’d like me to also write about the wedding i’d be happy to do so!

summary: Iroh has an important question to ask Kya and Katara when you return to the south

~based off of these headcanons~

After spending a wonderful year residing in the Fire Nation with your boyfriend, the feeling of homesickness called you back to the South to visit your mother. Though you enjoyed your time away, you felt you’d been gone long enough. There was so much you had to tell your mother, and you were sure she was dying to hear all about your travels.

The shores of the South approach in the distance, and a shiver of excitement runs down your spine. More shivers follow, and you start to wonder if it’s your nerves or lost tolerance for the cold after spending so much time in the heat that has your body trembling.

A coat is carefully draped over your shoulders, and you smile up at the man who now stands beside you and keeps you close to his side in an attempt to share his warmth with you.

“We’ll be arriving shortly,” Iroh notes with a smile. “I’m sure your family will be happy to see you.”

“Thank you for coming with me,” you reply gratefully, “I hope I’m not pulling you away from anything important, General.”

“Escorting my beloved home is important,” he reiterates earnestly. “Besides, as your suitor it would be rude of me not to greet your family.”

“I know Gran Gran will be thrilled to see you,” you note with a fond smile, “and my mother. She hasn’t seen you since we studied under Zuko together.”

“I look forward to seeing them again,” Iroh says, a glint in his eye you don’t quite catch as you settle your gaze on the approaching Southern Water Tribe. Though you don’t know it yet, Iroh plans to do more than just reconnect with old friends during his time in the South.

And if all goes well, he’ll be able to do what he’s thought about doing since he first kissed you in front of the water fountain in the palace gardens.

~~~

The shrieks of laughter outside bring a smile to Kya’s face as she watches you run around with your younger cousins in the snow. Little Meelo sits delightedly upon your shoulders as you dodge snowballs thrown your way by Ikki and Jinora who try their hardest to catch you. Though you’ve always been the oldest, you’ve never once denied their requests to play. It’s endearing to see you so happy, to see how much you love and care for the children.

“I think she’ll make a fine mother one day,” she says offhandedly, her eyes never leaving your smiling face. “Don’t you think, Iroh?”

Though he’s caught off guard by her question, the General is full of sincerity when he replies, “Yes, I believe she will.”

“Are you taking care of my daughter? Is she happy with you?”

“I pride myself on making y/n happy,” he says earnestly. “She’s the most amazing woman I’ve ever met, and it’s been an honor courting her.”

Kya hums thoughtfully, a gentle smile on her face as she focuses her attention on you and your little cousins who have just managed to successfully tackle you to the ground. She’s missed having you home, but something tells her you won’t be staying for long.

“Kya,” he says, calling her attention back to the man beside her, “I love your daughter, and I’m certain there’s no one else I’d rather spend my life with. I came on this trip not just to pay a visit to old friends, but to ask you for your approval. I’d like your blessing to marry y/n.”

She’s silent for a moment, brows threaded together thoughtfully, and for a moment Iroh fears he’s overstepped. But a small laugh leaves her then, and when she turns to the General her eyes are glistening with tears.

“From the day she was born it was my job to make sure y/n always felt safe and loved no matter what. I knew that there’d soon be a day where I’d have to share this responsibility with someone else, and I can’t think of anyone more qualified for the job than you. If you can promise me that y/n will continue to feel loved and safe even when I’m gone, then you have my blessing to marry my daughter.”

“I promise I will treasure your daughter for as long as I live,” he professes full-heartedly. “I’m immensely grateful for your blessing.”

“Yes, but I hope you know my blessing isn’t the only one you’ll need to marry y/n,” Kya notes with a playful smile. “You still have to get the seal of approval from her grandmother and uncles.”

“And I plan to.”

~~~

“I can’t say how excited I am to see you and my granddaughter together,” Katara says as she lays the carving tools onto the table. “I only wish Aang were here to see it, too

“Thank you for your blessing and agreeing to help me with this,” Iroh replies. “I have to admit I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing, but I want to make sure I honor y/n’s culture when I propose.”

“A betrothal necklace is the perfect way to do so. I’ve provided everything you need, all you have to do is carve the stone.”

“What should I carve?”

“Something meaningful,” she says. “There’s no correct way to make a betrothal necklace, but adding a personal touch will make it more special. Is there a symbol or a memory that perhaps holds importance to you both?”

“We shared our first kiss under the crescent moon,” he murmurs thoughtfully to himself. “The stars were the brightest I’d ever seen them, and the water of the fountain almost seemed to sparkle. I professed my love to her that night, and we’ve been together ever since.”

“It sounds to me like you already know what that memory is,” Katara notes with a gentle smile. “I think a crescent moon would look beautiful on this stone.”

“Some stars on the choker would give it just the right touch,” Kya notes from the doorway, watching as her soon to be son-in-law begins carving into the stone. “But I think y/n will love it no matter what.”

“I just want it to be perfect.”

“It will be,” your mother comforts. “I have faith that everything will be just fine. You two are meant to be.”

“Aunt Kya! Gran Gran!” A voice calls out from the hallway. A breathless Jinora stands in the doorway, collapsing against its frame for support as her tired legs give out fro running for so long. “Y/n’s on her way back from the marketplace with my dad!”

“Try to see if your father can stall her for just a bit longer,” Katara advises. “The necklace isn’t quite finished yet.”

“Yes, Gran Gran,” she quips before rushing back out the door.

“We’ll keep watch for y/n until you’re done,” Kya says. “Good luck.”

The two women leave the room then, allowing Iroh a moment alone to work on the necklace.

He carves the stone into the shape of a crescent moon and places it in the center of the ribbon. Using the leftover pieces, Iroh follows Kya’s advice of crafting smaller diamond shaped stars to line the choker. It’s simple but perfect all at once, and he’s hopeful that you’ll love it all the same.

All that’s left to do now is propose.

~~~

“Iroh, it’s the middle of the night, what are we doing out here?” You question with a quiet laugh. It’s below freezing outside and your only source of light comes from the crescent moon above. Everyone in the village has long retired for the night by now, leaving just you and your boyfriend out in the cold.

“I have something I’d like to show you,” he replies with a smile, taking your hand and guiding you through the thick snow towards the water’s edge. The waves are quiet and gentle, sparkling underneath the starlight in a way that takes your breath away.

“It’s beautiful out tonight,” you sigh appreciatively. “I almost forgot how peaceful the ocean can be.”

“My grandfather used to always say that water is the element of change,” Iroh notes thoughtfully, “and the people of the Water Tribe are held together by love and community. It’s what makes you so kind, so strong and passionate. You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met, y/n.”

“My, General, you sure do have a way with words,” you tease despite the butterflies that seem to flitter rapidly in your stomach. Though you’ve been together for a little over a year, he still manages to sweep you off your feet just as he had when you’d first started courting.

“I mean my words,” he says earnestly, gently taking your hands in his own and pulling you closer to his figure. “My time with you has been nothing short of wonderful, and I can no longer picture a life without you by my side. If you’ll have me, I’d like to dedicate the rest of my time on this earth making you happy.”

You’re stunned into silence at his words, stomach twisting in knots with excitement and anticipation. You watch as he carefully reaches into the pocket of his parka and gasp at the sight of the necklace he presents to you. It’s the most beautiful betrothal necklace you’ve ever seen, and tears begin to brim in your eyes as the meaning of this little midnight adventure starts to finally come together for you.

“Y/n, it would be an honor to have you as my wife. Will you allow me the privilege of becoming your husband?”

“Oh, Iroh, yes!” You exclaim delightedly, throwing your arms around the man and gifting him the sweetest kiss that he gladly accepts.

Tears stream down both of your faces as he holds you tightly in his embrace and savors the feeling of you. From the moment he kissed you in front of the fountain of the place gardens he knew in his heart that you were it. Bumi had brought you back to the Fire Nation, but it was fate that allowed you to fall in love with your childhood playmate. He couldn’t think of anything better than that.

“May I?” Iroh asks with a gesture to the necklace, receiving an eager nod from you as you tug down the collar of your dress to allow him to put the choker on. His movements are gentle as he carefully drapes it around your neck and clasps the ends together. It rests beautifully along your neckline and conveys the message that you are now spoken for. You love it, and you love Iroh, and you make sure to tell him so.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” he professes earnestly before once again pulling you close to his frame.

You share another kiss under the crescent moon, and in that moment life is perfect.

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[incendio22]

FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL

Chapter 12: One Step Forward

''I did some digging and it seems as if someone in my family will have a daughter named Merope. This Merope will meet a man and give birth to this dark wizard we all saw in the prophecy. At least that is what I think.'' Ominis explains. ''I have no idea who the little boy in the prophecy is, but all I know is that a lot of people are going to suffer from the supposedly evil wizard with the last name Gaunt. It almost sounds like a joke, now that I say it out loud.''

I am confused, as seems Sebastian. This may explain a bit of the prophecy, but there is still no explanation as for why this wizard was pale like snow, had red eyes and missed his nose. Nor what the boy with the scar had to do with it. There are too many questions that need answers before we can make a next move, if any at all. Given my lack of knowledge about prophecies and the limited information, it's too soon to decide what we are going to do. We need to know more, if the wizarding world really is at stake.

''How did you research the prophecy?'' Sebastian asks curiously, still looking confused.

''I did some reading. There was not much to be found about prophecies.'' Ominis explains.

I always found it fascinating how Ominis managed to read books with his wand. I know the wand chooses its wizard, but it still baffles me how much magic can do.

''Maybe there is someone we can ask.'' I suggest. ''Of course, it has to be someone we trust. So we don't draw any attention to us. Do we know an auror, or anyone with this knowledge?''

''Well... Not precisely.'' Ominis starts, but seems to hesitate. ''Anne wanted to become an auror. She read a lot, too.''

''She wouldn't want to help us.'' Sebastian says hasty.

''She wouldn't want to help you.'' Ominis corrects him. ''But if Y/n and I were to tell here that the entire wizarding world is at stake, she might be able to overlook the fact that you had a finger in finding this prophecy.''

''Ominis is right.'' I tell Sebastian as I give him a compassionate smile.

He looks disappointed, but seems to understand. Anne did after all write him that she was not sure if she could ever forgive him. But Ominis and I might have better odds, given that she is aware that we both did our very best to keep him away from dark magic.

''No one has seen her since she left Feldcroft.'' Sebastian says quietly. ''And I have no idea where she might have gone.''

''I'd say we leave it to me and Y/n to investigate.'' Ominis says quickly. ''They might keep information from you. Anne could have asked the villagers too.''

I nod in agreement.

''That would make sense.'' Sebastian admits and turns around, obviously upset.

Ominis tells us that he's heading back to the common room and I hope Sebastian invites me to stay with him in the Undercroft. He does, but the atmosphere is not nearly as warm as our last meeting.

''I miss her.'' He admits. ''I just hope she is okay. I can't believe I pushed away my own sister like that, when all I did was trying to help her.''

''Your judgement was clouded. Try not to blame yourself, please.'' I beg him. My mind wanders back to my lips on his hand, thinking that I will forgive him every day, until he forgives himself. ''You love her, you only wanted her to get better.''

He walks closer to me and puts his arms around me, folding us into a hug. It's not a romantic hug, but rather the kind of hug that occurs between two friends supporting each other. Yet, I feel the sparks in my chest and the butterflies fluttering.

''Thank you.'' He lets go of me and gives me a sincere look. ''You really are one of the best people I have ever met.''

I smile at him, unsure what to reply. Sometimes it's like we don't even have to communicate with words to understand each other.

''I wonder when this prophecy takes place.'' Sebastian says loudly. ''Is it happening in a year? In 10? In 100?''

''I have no idea.'' I admit. ''It would make things easier, though. Having some idea on what time-span we have to work with.''

After a long night of conspiring about the prophecy, we head back to the common room. I am really starting to appreciate our late night strolls throughout the castle. We never talk much, since we cannot afford getting caught by Peeves or waking the portraits up. But I enjoy his company. As we walk, he grabs my hand and intertwines his fingers with mine. I light up with joy, feeling the warmth from his hand and smile to myself. He notices.

''Did I just make you smile without saying a word?'' He says in a tone that indicates that he's proud of himself.

I nod and feel my cheeks flush. As always, I hope the darkness is working in my favour and hides it. Apparently, it doesn't.

''And... You're blushing?'' He says even more full of himself this time. ''God, who knew a Slytherin would look so incredibly stunning with red cheeks.''

He lets go of my hand and does a happy spin. I hold a laugh back, cheeks on fire and a lust that's consuming me. I want him so badly.

We arrive in the common room. We stand in the middle of the room, where we normally say goodnight before heading to our dormitories. As I start walking towards the girls' dormitories I hear him speaking to me.

''You're gonna be the death of me. You know that, right?''

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[sunghoonalter-archived]

Can I request a yandere Sunghoon oneshot where he's like a mob boss and the reader is an FBI agent, and he kidnaps her, but she runs away and since she knows where to hide so he can't find her, he tracks down her family and threatens to kill them if she doesn't come back to him? I know this is really specific, so it's okay if you can't do it. I was planning to write it myself, but I'm a really slow writer, so it would probably take me 4 years lmao.

Oh no I like that it's specific, it gave me a better idea of what you wanted and I sincerely hope its good because I feel like I rushed it a bit🥲

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"Ugh." You made a noise of discomfort as you woke up to a splitting headache. Blood trickled slowly down the side of your forehead where you had been hit to knock you out.

It was cold and dark, and you were barely able to make out your surroundings, only able to recognize that you were on a chair with rough rope binding your wrists together behind your back. Knowing squinting would further your head pain, you kept your eyes down with the expectation of your captor turning on the brightest light ever once they realized you'd come to.

And they, no, he did.

A bright white light shone above your head, still managing to aggravate your head. As expected, you were stripped of your gun and badge.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

You look up to see the owner of the voice. The same man you'd been tasked to hunt down. A gentle smile on his face as he rolls up the sleeves of his black shirt. "Sleep well?"

You're so tempted to say something, anything. But knowing his reputation, it was best to stay quiet. He could do anything he wanted. He practically saw himself above the law, never getting his hands dirty.

He stands in the doorway with a man on each side to guard the door. Once he begins to move closer to you, you can't deny your heart racing, mostly in fear of what he'd do to you.

He stops dead in his tracks, pursing his lips as his eyes scan you from head to toe. "Head probably hurts, doesn't it?" He doesn't like your silence but he's not willing to hurt you more just to get a response.

"So." He begins as he pulls a cigarette out of his shirt's top pocket while his other hand slips into his pants pocket to pull out a flip lighter. With the cigarette in his mouth, he covers the flame of his lighter as he lights it, putting it away once it's lit. "You must be wondering why you're here."

"Why I've been kidnapped by the infamous Park Sunghoon?" You asked as he removed the stick of nicotine out of his mouth to blow smoke out, the cigarette placed delicately between his dainty fingers. "Yes, I do want to know."

He lets out a deep chuckle as he slowly strolls around your chair. "You're the FBI agent, try figuring it out."

"Are you planning on killing me? Send a message or something?" If anything, you wondered why just your hands were tied. Does he want you to speak so much? Is he practically opening the door for you to escape?

"No, quite the opposite actually," he says as he tilted his head up to blow more smoke into the air. "See, if I wanted you dead, I would've gotten someone to do it for me since I don't like getting my hands dirty."

"Don't people like you mostly go after money? I didn't loan any from you," you said with furrowed eyebrows. Even with a headache the size of the galaxy, you wouldn't take any of his shit, even if you had to die because of it.

"Don't people like you, I don't know, solve crimes? Arrest wanted criminals? Keep people like me off the streets? Or is that just crime shows?" He asked as he stood in front of you, blowing the remaining smoke in your face, causing you to cough as he tossed the cigarette butt and smashed it with his foot.

"This is more," he pauses as he puts his hand on your head. "Personal."

You jerked your head away from his hand, nearly disgusted by his touch. He waved his hand towards the men at the door, signalling them to leave you two alone. Once the door closes behind them and it's just you two, it finally sets in as to who you're dealing with.

"You don't remember how you got here, do you?" He manages to send shivers down your spine as his voice lowers. "I brought you here."

"Don't you have people who do that for you?" You're half in disbelief that he, a notorious mob boss who has everyone do anything he tells them to, would personally kidnap you.

"I do," he nods slowly. "But I wanted to get you myself, because you're special to me."

You scoffed. "I've had my eye on you for a while now, maybe ever since you were tasked to 'hunt me down'" he signals air quotations as he speaks. "I am quite a fan of the finer things in life and you so happened to be one of them."

Your eyes stay on him as he slowly strolls around your chair once more. "Y/n L/n, a few months out of rookie ranking, dubbed one of the monster rookies of the FBI." He places his index finger so lightly on your shoulder, gently dragging it across your back.

"Oh how in love I felt when I saw you," he wondered aloud. "Such a pretty face, such strength and independence, never letting a man boss her around unnecessarily. It's pretty hot."

He leans in closely to your face, jerking back when you leaned in to bite him. "Ooh, feisty," he laughed, the melodic sound echoing against the walls.

"What do you want with me?" You asked, having forgotten about his confession just moments ago.

"Isn't it obvious?" He chuckled darkly as he made his way behind you, leaning close enough to your ear to whisper. "I want you to be mine."

If it weren't for the pain in your head, you'd laugh in his face. "Over my dead body would I be yours."

"I'd rather have you alive," he says softly as he places gentle kisses behind your ear. "Come on, I could give you everything your heart desires. I could treat you like a queen if you agree to stay with me. I would love you more than anyone on earth could."

"You're fucking demented," you said as you threw your head in his direction, ultimately headbutting him. He moves away from you, his hand over the area you hit. "Well, ow."

"I'll give you some time to think about it," he said as he made his way to the door. "Just know that love can make you do a lot of crazy things, and my love for you is boundless."

Once you watch him leave, shutting the door behind him, you notice that you didn't hear any sort of lock. 'They left the door unlocked?' You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked around. 'It must be a trap.'

That didn't mean it would stop you from trying to escape.

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The endless running from security guards tired you out, but you'd located his 'lair' and could finally take him down.

You hadn't gotten the chance to unbind your wrists so the scratchy rope began causing slightly open wounds, but you'd treat them once you got to your safe house. You were aware that he'd be after you, your house wouldn't be safe and neither would any friend's.

It was just outside of town in a secluded area where you would often lie low since it was off the radar. It would be difficult to contact anyone from the near horrid signal but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Upon entering the safe house, you immediately went for one of the blades on the table, finally freeing your wrists before pulling out your first aid kit to tend to your wounds. You let out strong hisses of pain as you cleaned your head wound, surprised to see it just needed a bandaid and not a full head bandage.

You stayed there for a few hours, waiting for what you thought would be the right time to leave.

You were right. He didn't know where to find you. All the resources he could possibly have, and he couldn't trace the one thing he wanted. But he could track down what he knew would lure you in, and he was prepared to do just about anything he could to get you, not even hesitant to risk anyone in your life.

You grabbed your walkie-talkie, going to find signal to alert your superiors of the information you got, constantly having to raise it and move it around for the static to stop.

"Hello, is anyone there? Over." You repeat every time static stops, only for you to lose signal and keep walking towards town.

"Hello!" You finally heard on the other side.

"Yes, hello, this is Agen-"

"Agent L/n." That voice. It wasn't supposed to be heard. "It seems you thought about my offer."

"Yeah and I rejected it, now stay where you are," you demanded as you marched towards town.

"Where I am? You mean, your parents house?"

You stopped dead in your tracks, blood draining from your face. "My what?"

"Think I'm lying?" You could feel Sunghoon smirking through the walkie-talkie as he moved it closer to the screams of your parents, crying out for help.

"Don't you dare touch them, I will fucking ki-"

"You? Kill me?" The screams in the background became indistinct, meaning he was walking away from your parents. "I told you, I'd do anything to make you mine."

"You really are a sick bastard," you spat through the walkie-talkie.

"I'm your sick bastard," he said teasingly.

This isn't what you signed up for when you joined the force. You wanted to help people, rid the country of some of the most dangerous people and yet got entangled with one. You remember telling your coworkers not to worry when they mentioned how handsome your target was, constantly telling you not to develop a crush or fall in love with him.

But in reality, you were slightly repulsed by him, purely because of his actions. He was one of the biggest threats to society, everyone thought you'd fall for him because of his looks when you took on his case when really he was the one that fell for you.

You didn't want to admit you liked one thing about him, and that was his smile. His teeth sparkled like freshly fallen snow, his sharper than normal canines made him look like a vampire; his pale skin just adding to the suspicion that he was one.

But as you walked back to his house, you regretted taking the case. Had you known you'd become a prisoner like this, you probably would've chosen your secondary career path in finance.

You stood in front of his large house, staring at the door as you waited for your captor. The second you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder, you knew your life was over.

"So," Sunghoon leaned in to peck your cheek. "Ready to spend the rest of your life with me?"

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[writerdream22]

requested by: anonymous, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

warnings: none, except for a few curse words. English is not my first language so there might be some grammatical errors

feedbacks are always appreciated!

Tides thrash inside

Baby, I'm high octane

Fever in a shock wave

My core vibrates in an opium haze

Thomas Shelby was both the best thing and the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

He was just like a pack of cigarettes, the ones he oh-so-loved. Beautiful, entertaining, addicting— but dangerous at the same time.

You never argued, no, but his lifestyle compared to yours was complete madness. You'd met on the front; you, a nurse, had aided him after he'd gotten an injury on his leg which prevented him from walking properly and therefore could compromise his proficiency at work. After that, he would send you letters any time he was able to do so, and even managed to get you a flower once.

Yet you think we're the same

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

You weren't born in Birmingham, but you were from London. Your family wasn't rich, nor it was poor, hence your mother would say you were “lower middle class”. The aforementioned didn't like Small Heath; she had spent a few years of her life there, and she always said that crime was commonplace and you couldn't trust anyone. You never trusted anyone anyways, so you didn't see the problem in visiting the place.

When Thomas had finally told you where he came from, fearful that it might lead you away, you wrote “Yeah, so?”. He was quite surprised by your reaction, but shrugged his thoughts off immediately. He was too enamoured to think about your provenance, and so were you.

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

After the war ended you decided to start officially courting each other (that's what your family wanted after all), and you both felt happy. You imagined having children, two or three at least, and Tommy promised countless times that he would provide for you and give you the best things he would.

The Peaky Blinders and the whole of Small Heath started feeling more like home, and the women of the family had welcomed you with open arms. Especially Polly.

Unfortunately, you were too enamoured to see that there was something Thomas kept hidden. It was something a handful of people knew, that not even Polly was aware of at first. She suspected that he had an affair, that he was messing around with that blonde-haired bartender at the Garrison; hence, she warned you. “I don't care whether he's my nephew or not, y/n” she'd said “You don't deserve to be treated like this”

You couldn't bear to live in doubt. Therefore, on a rainy day, knowing that the Peaky boys were at the Garrison, you walked there and asked to talk to Thomas. At first, Harry was hesitant to let you in, but your glare and ominous-looking hat that you were wearing convinced him otherwise.

And so you confronted Thomas. You both went outside, in the pouring rain, and you demanded an explanation.

“What's wrong with you, Tommy?”

“What do you mean?”

“You're hiding something from me. Pol told me, and I want to know. Are you fucking around with Grace or not?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Of course not!”

“You really think I would cheat on you with a fuckin' barmaid? You think so lowly of me? You consider me to be a kind of husband that cheats on his wife just because?”

“No, but Polly—”

“It's not about Grace, y/n! There's something hidden— a cargo, something very big, and I don't want you to get hurt! Do you understand?”

“Yes. However, I don't like that you don't tell me things. I decided to be with you, didn't I? I accepted to become part of this. I am aware of the risks that there are in being a Peaky Blinder, and I don't want to think that you're cheating on me when it's just really something harmless”

Play casino holes of my eyeballs

Roll the dice on my thighs

You stop for breath and I sped up

Just to impress you

Thomas loved you more than ever. He did, really. And so did you.

You started going to the Garrison more often, and Thomas chuckled when he saw you talking with Grace. He knew what you were doing— analyzing her, that is— and he could notice that the blonde-haired woman was doing the same to you.

What Thomas found so attractive in you, she couldn't understand. But as much as she tried to, she couldn't get under Thomas's skin.

He was too in love with you, too enthralled by your smile and your beautiful eyes filled with curiosity. Sometimes, he said, it seemed like you were a baby seeing things for the first time.

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone

You're not who you are to anyone, to anyone these days

I'm not who I am to anyone, no, not me at all

I'm not who I am to anyone these days, not at all

After some time, in late October 1920, Thomas asked you to be his wife and you got married not soon after. You felt like bursting with happiness— you were going to be officially a Shelby, finally!

But what you didn't know that marriage was going to be your downfall. Marrying Thomas was a great deal, and it caught the attention of lots of people— both good and bad. The whole family vowed to protect you, the girl coming from London that got the heart of a Small Heath boy, but there were times in which it was inevitable for you to get hurt.

Thomas was a great man, you were aware of that. And you were also aware of the fact that he was awfully good-looking and the eyes of every woman in the society were on him.

In the bathrooms, when you went to restaurants or pubs of any kind, you heard the voices of those harpies saying that he deserved something more— not a grey Londoner who was surely after his wealth and prestige. Little did they know, you'd met him way before the Blinders became as powerful as they were in that moment.

Nonetheless, it made you feel sick to the stomach. People's words were like a Black Widow's bite— it hurt you deeply. You never told Thomas, in fear that he might have overreacted or something, but be noticed nevertheless.

You were his wife after all. His one and only, his true love.

And he was your husband. The man who'd turned your world upside down. The man who had promised you the world and handed it to you, just like that. He was the love of your life, and you were more than proud to say that you were a Shelby.

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but turns out there's more

You adored me before

Oh, my good looking boy

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