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houndslayr · 2 years

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Kinktober - Day 5

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Gender: Male reader

Prompt: Aphrodisiacs

Character: Asmodeus

Warning(s): 18+ (duh), Soft Dom bottom Asmo, Sub top reader, riding, slight dacryphilia, scratching

Words: 1,440

A/N: Btw I changed the character from Childe to Asmo just because I felt like it would work more, I'll do Childe at one point but I didn't feel as though he fit the prompt. I probably will post each day on my own time so it might lead into November or I might drop some prompts. For day 6 I'm going to try to write in 3rd person pov to see what I like better cause normally I write in 2nd

Fem aligned, yaoi/fujoshi supporters, pro/comshippers, mlm fetishizers dni you will be blocked

You were in your room studying for an upcoming exam in a few days but some of the questions were giving you trouble. You wanted to ask Belphie or Satan for some help but everybody other than you, Asmo, and Levithan went out to eat at Hell's kitchen. You had wanted to go but decided to stay in your room so you could study, you knew Levi stayed because a new game of his recently came out, and as for Asmo you really didn't know why he stayed.

It had to have been a few hours since the others left when a certain champagne-haired colored demon burst through your door, loudly exclaiming that a new product he had bought just arrived. He wanted to test it on you before he tries it on himself, wanting to make sure it was safe and wouldn't hurt his oh-so-perfect skin.

"Sorry not right now Asmo, maybe another time." You shook your head, looking up at the avatar of lust for a second seeing a pout on his face. "Maybe you can ask Levi or any of the others when they get back?" Shrugging at him you went back to your work hoping he would leave so you could continue but maybe lady luck wasn't on your side because not even 30 seconds later he was throwing a tantrum.

He kept stomping his foot on the ground while tugging at your arm trying to get you up. "Please, please, please! (Y/n)! It will only take a minute!" You let him beg for a while until you finally get bored of him bugging you, with a sigh you get up out of your chair. "Fine, but it can't take too long."

The demon just smiles and drags you behind him to his room. He pushes you to sit on the edge of his bed as he goes into his bathroom to grab it. You awkwardly sit there for a bit while shuffling can be heard in the other room as Asmodeus grabs whatever it is.

Asmodeus soon struts back into the room carrying a fancy-looking black box in his hands, a huge smile on his face. Feeling slightly worried now, you probably should've asked him what the product is before you agreed. With a gulp, you decided to speak up to ask him what the product is.

"So, uh... what is the thing you wanted to show me?" Now he stands in front of you, opening the lid of the box to show face cream. Maybe? It looked like face cream but something was a little different about it. He grabs the bottle and tosses the small black box aside on the floor, he shoves the tube in your face showing it off.

"Okay? So a face cream for?" You push his hand back away from your confused face. Asmo takes a headband and slides it onto your head to keep your hair out of your face. He then pops the cap open and plops some of the pink cream on his index finger, using his knee to push yours open so he can slide in between them.

"Don't worry, it's safe! I only order the best products for of course the best." You roll your eyes before squeezing them shut as he spreads the cold cream on your face, a shiver rolling through you as he covers your face with it. He stops spreading the cream around, wiping the excess on your shirt with you letting out a 'hey!'

You hear him giggle a little, peaking open one eye you see him taking a picture of you. Pushing him away as he laughs louder, before taking a seat beside you. "How long are we supposed to leave this on for?" You asked as you lay back sprawled out on his comfy bed.

He looks at the bottle for directions, reading them out. "It says for 3-5 minutes then use a wet cloth to wipe it off" You nod relaxing, but you only got to relax for a bit as your face started to feel a hint of hotness that quickly spread across your body.

"H-hey Asmo?" You sit up as he lets out a little questioning hum. "Is the cream supposed to make me feel hot?" You query, the hotness getting worse. "I don't think so? Maybe it's me making you act up" Asmo playfully suggests but it doesn't make you laugh.

"I'm serious Asmo, I think we need to remove it." You try to keep your tone cool but your voice cracks halfway through. The demon quickly gets up from the bed with a worried look, he rushes into his bathroom and grabs a damp cloth.

You felt a tightness in your pants, and looking down you see that you were getting hard. 'Oh fuck oh fuck' You think as you grab one of his pillows quickly and place it on your lap, letting out a little moan as it rubs against your uncomfortably hard cock.

He hastily makes his way to you wiping off the face cream to reveal your flushed face. You accidentally let out a whine when his fingers brush over your cheek, you just wanted to die right then and there. It was getting so hot, your clothes felt itchy, and your pants felt too tight.

Looking up at him with teary eyes, you manage to whimper out something "Asmo, please!" You didn't even know what you were begging for, you just wanted relief, wanted your foggy mind cleared. Even if you didn't know what you were asking, it looked like Asmo knew what you needed.

He moves closer to you, and as soon as he was in arms reach you cling onto his shirt. "Take your clothes off, I am going to fetch something love" He says kissing your forehead before making his way back to his bathroom to grab some lube and a condom.

You throw the pillow over beside you, standing up to shuffle out of your clothes only leaving your boxers on. You lay back on the bed, sneaking a hand onto your clothed dick rubbing it, trying to get as much friction as you can.

Asmodeus comes back in with nothing on, as you hazily gaze at him you whine for him to hurry. He walks over to you, setting the stuff down by the pillow. "Honey, you need to take your boxers off." He softly says to you, as you hurriedly shuffle out of them, throwing the piece of fabric somewhere on his floor.

He climbs on top of you, his hands resting on your chest to steady him from your shivering form. "Shh, calm down baby" He whispers to you, his painted nails raking down your chest leaving red marks along your body. Your body felt like a flame was lit inside you, everything was so sensitive, and even a single touch felt like the touch of an ice-cold angel.

Small noises of pleasure continue to leave your mouth, your hands grip the demon's thighs. "Please Asmo, hurry" You sob out, eyes glassy from the tears in them. He doesn't acknowledge your plea, as he slowly takes his time exploring your body. His mouth latches onto one of your nipples, licking and nipping at it as his other hand reaches around to prep himself with the lube he grabbed.

By the time he is done prepping himself you are a moaning crying mess, cheeks tear-stricken as you sob for him to hurry. He reaches over and picks up the forgotten condom ripping it open with his teeth and sliding it onto your hardened cock. He rubs some lube onto it, slowly lifting himself up before slamming himself onto your dick.

You let out a wail, overcomed with so many emotions at once, your nails dig into his thighs as you hold back thrusting into him. Once he was ready to move he lifts himself up to your tip then sliding all the way back down.

"You can move," He says to you through a weak gasp, with the confirmation you need to start to thrust up into him. Both of your thighs are shaking, and his nails dig into your chest and stomach looking like a cat went feral on you. "Go faster baby" He gasps out as you start to speed up, grabbing his hips not letting him move.

You roll him over onto his back, his legs immediately wrapping around your hips. Your back getting the same treatment as your chest did from his nails, you could even feel some of the scratches drip tiny droplets of blood.

[Yall I suck at writing anything less than 1000 words but I'm just wondering would you rather read something that is less than 1000 words or more than 1000? Advice or feedback is appreciated 🙏]

#x male reader #male reader #male insert #obey me x male reader #obey me x male mc #kinktober #asmodeusobeyme #asmodeus x male reader

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cerriddwenluna · 2 years

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Week 6 of the @gleedrabbleblog!

This weeks prompt: Hero

I have so many feels about this prompt, we'll see if I manage to write some of them down this week 🤞🏻

Warning: this is a sad one and I made myself cry while writing it 🙈 Extensive headcanons and full song lyrics will be under the break for those interested ♡

"What's that?" Blaine asked while cleaning out old storage boxes.

"I'm not sure," Kurt says, holding up a VHS tape. "It only has a date on it from just weeks before mom died."

"We'll watch it together then."

The video opens on Burt pulling an exhausted looking Elizabeth to her feet as music plays softly in the background. He gently cradles her in his arms and they slowly dance across the living room.

"Did you ever know that you're my hero?" She sings out in a shaky, but beautiful voice. "I can fly higher than an eagle, for you are the wind beneath my wings."

"Blaine, I–" Kurt chokes out with a sob.

"I know love, c'mere," he says, holding his husband tight.

Now technically, this is 123 words, but 23 of them are song lyrics, so I'm counting it as 100. It would have killed the story to edit away even more ;) ♡

While I firmly believe Kurt's mum was called Elizabeth, I am a bit more ambivalent about how she actually died. In this case its from an unspecified disease that means they knew her earthly end was coming.

Kurt was too young to fully grasp the enormity of it all, so they gave him a videocamera for his birthday so he could capture as many memories as possible, knowing he'd appreciate it later on.

Anything Kurt does, he wants to do well, and tiny lil' Kurt the videographer wasn't any different. Imagine him walking around with his camera glued to his hand 24/7 and you get the picture.

I imagine adult Klaine being somewhere in their late 20's. They are wildly successful and just moved to their first real family home in preparation for the arrival of little Feta. Cue cleaning out storage and bringing over some stuff from Lima now they have the space for it.

This makes it about 20ish years since he made that video, so no wonder Kurt doesn't remember it. He's been fairly emotional for a while, and very focused on (found) family ties and legacy. Any parents reading this might recognise these pregnancy symptoms ;)

There is a lot more that I could tell about this, so maybe one day I'll write it all out in a short fic 😊

Also, I never knew it till I went to write this drabble, but I now firmly believe that this is secretly what Kurt associates with his 'It's got Bette Midler' tattoo ♥️

Song lyrics for reference:

Wind Beneath My Wings - Bette Midler

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

It must have been cold there in my shadow

To never have sunlight on your face

You were content to let me shine, that's your way

You always walked a step behind

So I was the one with all the glory

While you were the one with all the strength

A beautiful face without a name for so long

A beautiful smile to hide the pain

Did you ever know that you're my hero

And everything I would like to be?

I can fly higher than an eagle

For you are the wind beneath my wings

It might have appeared to go unnoticed

But I've got it all here in my heart

I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it

I would be nothing without you

Did you ever know that you're my hero?

You're everything I wish I could be

I could fly higher than an eagle

For you are the wind beneath my wings

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?

You're everything, everything I wish I could be

Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle

For you are the wind beneath my wings

'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings

Oh, the wind beneath my wings

You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings

Fly, fly, fly away, you let me fly so high

Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky

So high I almost touch the sky

Thank you, thank you

Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings

#gleedrabbleblog #klaine #klaine fanfiction #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #burt hummel #elizabeth hummel #week 6 #hero #grief is not a linear proces #so many feels #this might turn into a short story one day #gwen writes #a drabble is 100 words exactly #unless you include song lyrics #because I said so #tw: grief #tw: reference to terminal disease

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ashxketchum · 2 years

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TyHil stealing each other’s clothes or holding hands for the fluff bingo 🥺

Here it is (-finally-).

Decided to pick hand holding, since I've written a Pokeshipping oneshot for the first prompt and couldn't really come up with something new for it. Not that this stuck to the prompt in any way 💀

This is a direct continuation of Part 2 of the College AU, with the first half featuring a conversation between Hilary and my OC which I'm not posting here, but the full chapter is up on ffn!

[Send an otp + prompt from this Fluff bingo and I'll try to write a quick drabble!]

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Finally after a few minutes, she held her breath and began to make her way towards her room. Charlie was right, as much as it pained Hilary to admit it even inside her head, but there was no point in discussing how she was feeling with anyone but Tyson. She wondered if he would be upset with her, as she had sent him off to the room when he had started treating cleaning up as playtime quite some time ago, that she had made him wait for so long. When she rested one hand on the doorknob, she placed the other one on her chest in an attempt to calm her nerves. This was not the first time they’d share a bed together she reminded herself, he had spent so much time in her dorm room after all. However, the threat of Charlie or any of her other friends barging in at any time had usually kept them in check at that time while tonight would be the first time the two of them would lie down together on her bed.

She shook her head rigorously, not caring what it would do to her perfectly set hair that had managed to stay pinned up through the night. Her brain reminded her that she had to stop doodling around, Tyson could have just left with his friends at any point of the night, even when she thought he wasn’t really enjoying himself because she was so busy hosting, but he stayed. He stayed and he helped her move the furniture back, pick up all the plastic cups around the house and made sure all the leftovers were packed into Tupperware boxes and stored safely in the fridge, without her even asking him to do so. He wasn’t the kind of person who collected favours so she was sure that he wasn’t expecting to get rewarded for his actions, but she felt guilty about maybe giving him false hope.

Well she could spend an eternity overthinking this situation but the only way to find out the truth was to face it.

One deep breath later, Hilary twisted the knob and slowly opened the door to her bedroom, trying her best to keep it from creaking. The sight that awaited her made her breath a sigh of relief and bite her lip out of guilt at the same time.

It’s not like she had been expecting to see Tyson laying on top of her bed Titanic-style, but she also hadn’t imagined he would instead try to forcefully squeeze himself into the window nook which was clearly not big enough for someone of his size. He must have been tired after rearranging the house and cleaning up, and she had purposefully stalled her arrival, so naturally it made sense for him to just stop waiting up for her and give into the urge to fall asleep. Why he had chosen the nook instead of the bed was something that confused her, but what irked Hilary the most was how uncomfortable he looked, sleeping with his whole body cramped into a small space. She marched up to him and without any hesitation shook him lightly, hoping that that would be enough to wake him since he usually slept like a log.

“Hey.” Tyson answered groggily, lifting himself up partially to face her, eyes still droopy from being woken up so suddenly.

“Hi.”

“Is the house back to being good enough to host the Emperor?” He asked, even while being half asleep he managed to live up to his usual cheekiness.

“Charlie’s still here, so.”

Hilary smiled at the way his whole face lit up with a grin and he looked much more awake. He lifted his knees to make some space for her to sit down and she did, surprised that there was still enough of it for her to take a seat despite the size of the nook.

“Sorry, I made you wait for so long. You could’ve just-” She paused, her hand was already gesturing towards the bed but her face was now a deep shade of red as she realised that thanks to the cramped up nook, she had no choice but to look at Tyson directly and there weren’t many directions she could turn her head in to avoid meeting his gaze. Which is something that she would have preferred, especially when she was about to tell him that it was okay for him to sleep on her bed.

“I know, but I didn’t...I thought that-” Tyson seemed to have caught on to what she was trying to imply but was facing the same problem as her where he tried to look at anything but her face and failed miserably at it. His ears turned a bright red when their eyes met, but by now they both knew that attempting to avoid each other’s eyes was futile. Thankfully, he seemed to have more courage in him than her, as he took a deep breath and conveyed clearly what he had been trying to say earlier, “I thought that it would be weird if I did that without your permission.”

She found the anxious expression on his face cute, it wasn’t often that she got to witness Tyson second guessing himself and it made her want to pull at his cheeks until he laughed. Most of all, however, she felt relieved and maybe a little bit ashamed by how she had wasted time by worrying over whether Tyson would be able to understand her boundaries. He was somehow the most arrogant and yet most considerate person she had ever met, so she shouldn’t have expected anything less from him.

“I wouldn’t have gotten mad at you for lying down because you’re tired.”

She stood up smiling and stretched both of her hands in front of her, gesturing Tyson to take them. He looked confused but still obliged, intertwining his fingers with hers and letting out a loud laugh at her attempts to pull him up, watching her struggle for a bit before he finally caved and stood up, surprising her with the sudden lack of distance between them. Up until now she had been too nervous to meet his eye and now she couldn’t bring herself to look away, even as she took a few steps back and her thighs collided with the edge of her bed and she slowly climbed into it, guiding Tyson in doing the same with their hands still locked together tightly.

Her back sunk into the mattress as Tyson loomed over her, pinning her hands down above to her head. She could feel the warmth from his body seep into her own, increasing the coziness of her bed tenfolds. When he leaned in closer, his forehead brushing against hers lightly, Hilary wanted to tell him that maybe this wasn’t so bad after all and she wouldn't mind having him in her bed if it meant being able to feel like she was floating on top of a cloud on a pleasant summer day. But when she opened her mouth to speak, what came out instead was a long yawn.

Tyson blinked slowly in surprise before he lifted his head and started laughing loudly as her whole face turned red. She hadn’t felt exhaustion catch up to her at all, and as embarrassing as this was, in her eyes it was partially Tyson’s fault for making her feel so warm and snug by just being around her. Before Hilary could say anything to redeem herself however, Tyson leaned down again and planted a kiss on her forehead, finally letting go of her hands and moving next to her. He slipped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder, a hint of laughter still hanging around his frame.

“Good night, Hils.” He whispered straight into her ears, sending a shiver down her spine.

She mumbled a response, which she could only hope reached his ears as her eyes just refused to cooperate and had practically glued themselves shut. How could she not have noticed how tired she had been feeling until the most crucial moment of the night? Hilary used up the last of her barely awake mind to think about these things and to her surprise, her breathing slowly fell into rhythm with Tyson’s heartbeat, that she could feel pounding against her back, lulling her into one of the deepest sleeps she had ever had.

When she awoke the next morning, she saw that neither of them had moved too much during the night and were pretty much in the same position they had fallen asleep in. Tyson’s arms were still wrapped around her waist, with the only change being that her own hands were resting on top of his, and that her boyfriend’s face was buried snugly into her neck. She could feel his hot breath against the nape of her neck every time he breathed in and out, and was surprised how the tingly feeling on her skin hadn’t jolted her awake earlier, since she had always been a light sleeper. Her eyes eventually landed on the tiny clock on her bedside table and she couldn't believe that it was already well past noon and she was still in bed.

Hilary had always been the type of person who would wake up at the slightest sound of a breeze passing by and whose bodily alarm clock would not allow her to stay in bed after 8 AM, that is until she had decided to share her bed with Tyson.

#answered #tyhil #beyblade #beyblade fanfiction #takao kinomiya #hiromi tachibana #tyson granger #hilary tachibana #tyson x hilary #oc: charlie takaishi/ando

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monchouliz · 5 months

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Sunday November 19, 2023

It's been a week since I wrote here, I'm sorry... I was really busy more like tired so I had no time to write. Actually I had plenty of time during the nights, I kept on reminding myself to write one "later" but, my body kept giving up. This week is full of events, it's intrams after all. That's the reason why my life has been cheery lately, I think my social battery can't keep up with it that's why I've been feeling tired and sad the whole time. (I acted fine with people dont worry) Like I said on my previous entries, I met lots of temporary friends, Line dance was really fun! (hated the heat and constant moving though)

Monday wasn't eventful, it was the usual practice day, the sun was very mad at us I think, it burned and shined so bright in that specific day, it was upsetting. Maybe it's because it's Monday? It's always hot on Mondays. It was still fun nonetheless, I don't really remember what happened but, I think we talked a lot in that day (Joanna and the other rbec(?) girls). I think that's the day where we all went to the bathroom together, I think it's heartwarming that they accompanied me to the bathroom even though we're not that close, we're practically strangers who just talks because we're doing something in common. Tuesday, was on another level of hotness, it was so hot I thought I'll pass out. We were half day that time so I didn't have to suffer that much. I didn't go to school on Wednesday, I was tired and they did nothing anyways, So I just lazed around the whole day watching or reading stuffs.

In those two days, I've learned to love literature. Well, I've always love literature so I guess I worded it wrong, it's more like I "tried" to do literature. After being such a coward and trying to copy others, I finally gathered the courage to make something that I thought of, without looking at others work. I've always envied people who write such magnificent things effortlessly, It's like words just suddenly come to them like pieces and they make a puzzle out of it. It makes me wonder how the hell do they come up with that. I think a lot but when it's time to write what I thought I just go blank, I wish I was as creative as those people. Its crazy how they can think and make a poem or a prose with just one word as a prompt, I could never, (I'm however willing to try, just scared I'll mess up and disappoint myself even more.)

There's one prose I wrote that I deeply loved It's beginner level but, I love it so much anyways. Which is rare because I don't usually love something that I make unless it's really really good. I asked Chatgpt to give me a prompt so I could base my prose to that, the prompt was: "Write a short piece about a character's encounter with a mysterious locked box in their attic. Explore their emotions, curiosity, and the decision they make regarding the box. What do they imagine might be inside, and how does the experience impact them?" At first I was thinking of writing something like a magical thing that can lead to this and that but, I remembered that simplicity that can be easily understand is better than wordy things that's hard to understand. Actually after thinking of that, a great idea rushed through my mind. So I carefully read the prompt again and it reminded me of "Pandora's box", In Pandora's box, the box was concealed and they warned Pandora not to open it because It contained all the evils of the world. And then I thought of the book "Every Last Word", "Stepmother's Marchen", "The Perks of being a Wallflower" Both the MCs have something in common which was depression, they both were struggling and kept concealing their pains a secret. Shulli and Charlie (The MC of The Perks of being a Wallflower and Stepmother's Marchen) even forgot their traumas because It was too unbearable and too gut retching. Combining all their silenced screams of terror I wrote: "As I explore the attic, a mysterious locked box appeared before my eyes. It looked beautiful, simple and... bewitching, like it was telling something— screaming to be open, to be explored— to be freed. As I walked towards it, I couldn't deny the heaviness in my heart. Why was it so hard to open a mere box, Just what does the box contains that it was difficult to touch?" Chatgpt rated it a solid 9 out of 10!! I was so proud of myself.

Thursday, D-Day of Line dance. I made a mistake when performing thank God It wasn't that noticable. Guess what? We won!! 10 AM are the Champs, including in Volleyball and the teacher's performance as well. It was exhausting yet fun that day, again it was hot of course nothing new. The annoying part was we had to wait for like an hour before performing because the teachers performed first! Our makeups were getting fading due to the heat.. Nonetheless we still won so??? I was very proud of us! Hard work paid off, literally. I guess miss principal thought our performance was so good that she wants us to perform it again on December 5, I wonder why and what's the event that day... Anyway, after the performance I hanged out with Joana, she's so fun to be with (had to adjust my humor tho) we went bought foods together and then sadly parted ways, tho our encounter was short it was still fun. I actually made a mistake, A girl was taking selfies and then I joined in, turns out that girl was Joanas enemy lmao.... That girl was her bf's ex and she shit talked her... I was sooo guilty! Anyways thank God I'm still on Joana's good side lol. After that nothing interesting really happened, saw Czandrei and I pretended I don't know him because why not. Then I went home. Our teacher wanted us to print the consent for the fun run, it was already night time so I had no choice but to ask him. So I did, very awkward nothing "romantic" happened. I wish my family would stop pushing "that" to us, it's not really romantic anymore, just realized his face really isn't my type. he's just not my type in every category ngl.

Friday was the worst out of them all, I had to wake up at 3 something and then we had to be there at like 4 since you know zumba. We got late, it was fine didn't want to dance anyway, they almost started the funrun when we arrived, they were readying their selves. Had to rush and run at the second floor to put my bag. We took some lovely selfies. And then when it started we ran, it was so exhausting!! not even in the GSIS gate and I'm tired already... And then we kept switching to running and walking until we reached the bridge and eventually gave up. we were at almost 4k.km(?) and then turned around and gave up lol. that's basically everything, nothing interesting happened afterwards. Fun run should've been named Fun walk instead lmao.

Saturday as usual nothing happened, just lazed around since I'm so tired. (Fuck, my fingers are starting to hurt as I write this!!!) Sunday, which is today, I attended church, finally after 2 days of not attending. (I think) The topic was about Eternal death and Eternal life, bible school was about the spiritual gifts (I think it was giving and mercy idk I forgot), wasn't really listening to bible school since I was busy finding out what my spiritual gift is. Turns out it's the spiritual gift of discernment, had my dibs on it ngl so I expected it. Though when I went home, I started doubting things again. (Fuck Satan) I doubted if I actually had the gift of discernment, maybe my intuition is just really good and maybe I'm just very keen to observation. I honestly still am not sure if it's a spiritual gift I have or I'm just fooling myself into thinking that's my gift and I seriously don't have any gift at all. And then Mom asked me if I believe in God yet, I said No, because I actually still don't, 50/50 actually. I do want to believe but I'm still doubting it. (my fingers hurt...) And then she started lecturing me. In my mind, I suddenly thought of kuya gem's question "Do you think anyone can teach the bible?" In my opinion, No. You can't. Sad but seriously you can't. Teaching the bible when it isn't your specialty or your gift would just potentially drive the the person you are supposed to be "teaching" insane especially if you don't do it correctly. That's because the stuffs in the bible are just batshit insane, if you try explaining it but failed to do, it would just make that person distant themself from God more (from personal experience). You would literally do the opposite thing that you were supposed to do.

Going back to the topic, how was I supposed to believe in God when he's the one who's causing me pain? What mom said was true, I get it. But God was supposed to be there for me and guide me and love me. How can I believe in him when he failed to save the people I love a lot of times now? Or maybe he intentionally let them die just like that, still I believed in him and he let me down... I do not blame him, I guess that was for the better but you also cant blame me for this, I'm sure lots of people feel like this too. I doubt him a lot but, is that my fault? The people around me are so overly religious it makes me sick, it made me think of him as something that just "exist" because people need him to, because he's their last resort. The people who are supposed to be "believers" are making his name bad, they're a bunch of hypocrite who worship him but do something wrong afterwards, and then you'll tell me they're more likely to go to heaven because they have faith and that they believe in him than the people who were very kind and did nothing but love and get hurt but do not believe in him. Will I go to hell for doubting him? For questioning him and his decisions? For pitying people whose life were predestined to be like that? i have a lot of questions... I would ask them but I doubt even the greatest christian teacher can answer them properly.. Am I being onesided?? Maybe but, I have enough reasons for that... I would like to believe un him too trust me, but he's just surrounded with people who are the opposite of him it's sickening and gut retching.

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fayeimara · 3 years

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Suna Rintaro || Found You | First Meeting

SUMMARY. What happens when your elementary school daughter arrives home unexpectedly with a surprise in tow?

PAIRING. You x Suna Rintaro

GENRE. Can I even write anything but fluff for this man?

WARNINGS. Suggestive, sexual innuendos & references, kissing - let me know if I need to add anything else

Haikyuu! Anthology Series | It's Fate When Your Kids Are Friends

SUNA | First Meeting > Second Date > Third Time's The Charm > Four Is Our Family

You're on your way back to your study after grabbing a snack from the kitchen when the sound of a key in the lock of your front door halts your steady steps. There aren't many people with a key to your house that would be visiting you at this time.

Even more concerning, however, is the light soprano of your daughter's voice echoing from the foyer to reach your ears, prompting you to quickly turn and rush to meet her at the door.

"Ryoka! What are you doing here?" You skid around the corner, already calling out in concern, "How did you even get home by your-"

You cut yourself off as you meet not only one pair of eyes, the copy of yours that you expect, but a second solemn pair, both wide in small faces that peer up at you.

"Mommy!" Your daughter's look of surprise and chagrin melts into a sheepish smile as she throws herself forward into your already extended arms. "I missed you!"

You hold her small frame close for a moment before gently pushing her out with your hands on her shoulders. "I missed you too, sweetheart. But you need to tell me what you're doing here and, more importantly, how you got here."

"Well school ended early today and.." She hesitates, peering up with big eyes and a small pout, "we thought we'd just walk home together."

You resist the urge to close your eyes and place a hand to your head in exasperation, aware that even at the young age of 7 years old, she's incredibly sensitive to your reactions. Instead you look at the little boy standing patiently behind her and ask, "And who's this?"

"This is my friend, Kiyoshi!" She's a little subdued, likely aware that she'll be hearing more from you later, but perks back up as she pulls away and grabs his hand to draw him further in your shared home.

"Hello Kiyoshi. Do your parents know where you are?"

He's definitely more guileless than your own daughter, answering directly and honestly in a quiet tone, "My dad's at work and my nanny was supposed to pick me up when school ended."

Okay, so clearly neither parent nor temporary guardian are aware that this boy is no longer at the school. They'll be frantic. Just as you're about to ask several more questions, hopefully leading to a quick resolution, you get a call, screen indicating it's your daughter's school, so you have both kids move into the living room as you pick up.

You're not too happy to hear about the early release at this point, given the lack of heads up and you make sure to give the school a piece of your mind, letting them know you'd be by at another point to discuss this further, before hanging up. If you're this upset and you know your daughter is home safe, you can't imagine what Kiyoshi's father is feeling at this point."

Crouching down in front of your daughter's friend, you wait until you're eye level with a patient, unhurried expression on your face, "Kiyoshi, do you know your father or nanny's phone number?"

He answers with a small nod, reciting the digits so clearly from diligent practice that you have to smile as you type it in and then stand back up to make the call, "Ryoka, why don't you show him your toys while mommy makes a call? Only the ones here in the living room where I can see you, okay?"

Your daughter dutifully nods but you catch the smug smile of success she throws her friend, likely having planned this improvised playtime with him. You'll definitely be having a serious talk with her later about safety and responsible decisions but you move slightly away for now, keeping an eye on the kids while the phone rings out.

"Suna." A deep voice answers on the other end, a little clipped but mostly unreadable.

"Hi.. Suna-san- I assume I'm speaking with Kiyoshi's father?"

There's a pause and then the voice gets sharper, "If you're calling back from the school, I don't want to hear it right now. I'm leaving now to find my son, but you can expect to hear ba-"

"I'm not from the school. My daughter is friends with your son and he's safe at my house."

"He's- he's with you." There's finally emotion other than anger and annoyance, it's an odd sort of relief and slight confusion mixed with a new wariness, "And who exactly are you?"

"I'm L/n F/n, as I mentioned, your son and my daughter are friends. I was pretty surprised to see them both show up at my house just minutes ago and have a bone to pick with the school too. But I would have wanted to know that she was okay before anything else if the positions were reversed so I'm calling you now. You said you were leaving work? Your son is safe, Suna-san, and he will be while we wait for you here. I'll text you my address."

As you're speaking you've already pulled your phone away to quickly text your address to the number you're on the line with. You can still hear if he speaks though but there's another pause from him and then, "Got it, thank you. You said they just showed up? How did they get there?"

"I'm pretty sure they walked, but I was going to cover that after I spoke with you. How far are you?"

His tone is back to unreadable but you think it's calm rather than neutral. "It's about a 30 minute drive, I'll be there in 20."

"Please don't rush, Kiyoshi is safe here. If it's okay with you, I'll make them snacks while we wait. There's no really no need to drive recklessly." It'll be easy to put something small together for the kids from the dinner you'd prepped for earlier.

There's amusement colouring his voice, "Thanks for the concern, L/n-san. I'll be there in 25, then."

You chuckle at the small compromise and there's a moment of silence between you both until you think to ask, "If you haven't left yet, do you want to quickly say hi over facetime?"

"You want to videochat?" He sounds confused again and you laugh in response.

"I meant with your son. You know, to check in on him."

He pauses yet again and then the amusement is back, "It should be fine.. unless you're going to tell me you're holding him hostage or something."

"Yeah, sure, or something." You roll your eyes with your dry response. What do you even say to that coming from a complete stranger? "We'll see you soon, then."

"L/n-san." You lift the phone you were lowering back to your ear when you hear him call out to you, "Thank you again."

"No need."

"Not everyone would have reacted as quickly and efficiently. Or maybe even bothered."

You can't imagine what parent wouldn't have been compelled to react in a similar manner but you don't say anything, uncomfortable accepting thanks for such a seemingly human reaction.

He seems to either understand or realize you don't have a response and you hear him chuckle lightly, the sound tugging at your own lips in sheepish acceptance, then he finally replies, "I'll see you soon, then."

You end your call and turn to fully face the two kids again. They've already managed to create a messy pile of toys they've pulled out and then discarded from Ryoka's toy box. Almost as if they feel you watching, they both stop their odd conversation about monsters and cats, and turn to face you simultaneously.

You suppress your smile at their adorable wide-eyed expressions and ask, "Who's hungry?"

After the snacks are quickly devoured, the kids try to convince you to play hide-and-seek and, thinking nothing of it since Suna-san should be arriving soon to pick Kiyoshi up, you tell them you'll all play later and convince them to build a Lego structure instead. Happy to have them work on an activity that keeps them occupied in one place for the remainder of their time together, the time passes by quickly as you help them put together their incredibly creative vision.

When the bell finally sounds through your house, precisely 23 minutes after your call, you find yourself opening the door and looking up to a much taller, and much younger man than you'd expected. He actually seems to be about your age, in his mid-twenties, which is surprising because you'd thought you were one of the youngest parents at your daughter's school.

There's a quick look of surprise that likely mirrors yours on Suna-san's face before it's replaced smoothly with a polite expression. You pull away from his startling, keen eyes to step back and gesture for him to enter your foyer as you welcome him, equally politely, "Please, come inside, Suna-san. They're in the living room."

He hesitates only a moment before stepping into your home, stopping again to toe off his shoes before following you deeper, into the living room. The sounds of the kids chatting reaches you both well before you enter and you notice him watching his son with a small smile on his face before he catches you looking. His only response is the quirk of an eyebrow as if daring you to say something.

You only smile and call out, "Ryoka, it's time to say goodbye to Kiyoshi. His father's here to take him home."

The two kids look up, smiles fading as their eyes tear up. It's safe to say neither you nor Suna expect what comes next, as both children break out in tears.

Suna exchanges a surprised look with you, then crouches down with his arms stretched out, voice soothing as he calls to his son, "Kiyo, come here. Daddy missed you. Didn't you miss me too?"

You're surprised at the sweet, gentle tone from the intimidating man, even more so by the pure affection he easily displays for his son. He's nothing at all like his first impression on the phone, the cold, clipped tone nowhere to be found. You relax a little, not having noticed the uncomfortable tension that had slowly crept in by the thought of inviting an unknown man into your home, even if for the most innocent of reasons.

It doesn't work to relax his son, however, who only breaks out into unbelievably loud wails, particularly unexpected from the quiet boy you'd gotten used to over the past half hour. Ryoka's cries rise with Kiyoshi's and their chubby arms encircle each other as if to send home the point that you'd have to literally pry them apart.

You're pulled from your thoughts when Suna looks up at you a little helplessly, also seeming to be thrown for a loop, "It looks like Kiyo has grown very attached to your daughter. I'm sorry, I can just pick him up and go but..."

He trails off and you find even more respect rising for the man, he's clearly trying not to just completely run his son's life on a schedule or in a way that works only for him.

"But you don't want to break his heart when he's having so much fun?" You finish his sentence with a grin that prompts a self deprecating smile from him.

"Yeah, great parenting, huh?"

"It's really different parent to parent and, trust me, no one's an expert." You pause as you consider an idea, his peridot eyes steady on yours as if he can see you might have a solution to present. Impressive perception, and patience too.

You have a positive vibe and good feeling, so you don't ponder it too long before offering, "Why don't we let the kids play a little longer? They still have an abundance of energy and excitement from the improvised change in their daily schedule but once they've tired themselves out, I'm sure it'll be easier to separate them."

It's Suna's turn to pause, still holding your gaze with a carefully neutral one himself as he contemplates your offer. "I don't want Kiyo and I to be an inconvenience..."

"Not at all, it's just me and Ryoka as it is and dinner's already prepped so we'll just play some games with them and wait them out."

It's just as you say the word dinner that you hear a low, hungry rumble and there's another moment of silence but this time, you only see the tips of Suna's ears, which tint red as he hangs his head for a few seconds.

Biting your lip to hold back your laugh, you add, "You and Kiyo are more then welcome to join us for dinner first. I only gave them light snacks before and if there's one other thing than playtime that makes children more at ease, it's food. As I mentioned, it's already prepared and there's more than enough for four."

He keeps his head bent for another second before finally raising it and with the motion, he stands back up to his full height so you're tilting your head back to look up at him again. His smile is both sheepishly thankful and appreciative when he accepts, "If it's really not too much trouble, we would love to. Thank you."

The children cheer, tears still drying on their faces, but it seems like they've actually been eavesdropping through their shared tantrum and have grasped that playtime is extended. What an eventful day for them.

Suna offers his help but everything's pretty much ready so you put him to work setting the table and helping the kids wash their hands. He's equally gentle and no different with Ryoka, chuckling and treating her like royalty when she insists she's a princess from her most recent favourite movie. He's got them talking about the structure they're building and the two almost seem to finish each other's thoughts, eliciting a grin from both you and Suna when you share another look.

When you're seated at the table, across from Suna with Ryoka at your side and Kiyoshi across her, you notice how relaxed and comfortable the atmosphere is, enjoying it for the space of several heartbeats before realizing you forgot to offer the man a drink.

"Suna-san, would you like a beer? Or something else to drink?"

"I'm good, thanks, I can't really drink right now." He must see the inquisitive look slide on and quickly wipe off your face because he laughs and elaborates, "I play volleyball, professionally, so I have to be strict with my diet even if it's off season."

Your mouth drops in surprise, his stature and build making perfect sense now. Of course, how fitting. Your tone is heavy with respect when you reply, "That's incredible! I was a setter in high school so I know the discipline that comes with going pro, I could never have thought to pursue it professionally. You must be really dedicated."

So it would seem the light blush doesn't just kiss his ears when he's flustered or embarrassed, you can see the flush dust across his cheeks, however faint. It's pretty adorable, not a word you thought you'd use to describe this towering man but here you are, eyes sparkling and a soft smile teasing your lips.

He pauses before placing the meat platter back down in the center, eyes definitely not shy as he studies your expression with a small smile of his own gracing his lips. "Ah..thanks. And you can drop the honorifics by the way."

You already have in your head so you're glad he brought it up because you would have hated to slip up accidentally. "You as well then."

There's a moment of silence in which you think to ask, "How about any alternatives? I've got wine but also various other options if you want to take a look through the fridge."

"A glass of wine should be good, actually. Thank you."

"Mommy, can I have some too?" Ryoka looks up at you with pleading puppy dog eyes which has Kiyoshi attempting to match the look aimed at his dad with a low, "Me too?"

You both laugh and Suna tries to explain that wine isn't good for growing kids but you shake your head at him, prompting him to arch an expectant eyebrow while he waits for you to handle the denial.

"Ryoka, Kiyo, the wine mommies and daddies drink would just make you feel sick and bad. But I have something better for little princes and princesses that even adults like your dad and I aren't allowed to drink. Would you both like to have that instead?

Thank god they're not at an age to question every word out of your mouth just yet because they cheer for this 'special drink' so you move back over to the kitchen to pour it out, along with Suna who offers to help but by the playful look in his eyes, he's just curious to see what you'll pull together.

You direct him to the glasses and bottle opener as you take two plastic, stemmed glasses that mimic wine glasses in different colours and pour out cranberry juice in each. You hear Suna's chuckle and turn to find him already holding an open bottle in one hand and two glasses caught between his fingers by their stems in the other.

Wow, he looks really good in your kitchen, doesn't he? It's your turn to blush and he doesn't miss a thing, eyes tracking the heat as it flushes your face before his gaze drops to your lips, his own tilting from a grin to a teasing smirk.

Your only defense is to roll your eyes and turn to head back to the table, where the kids are now picking through the items they like versus the ones they don't and trading their unwanted portions off onto each other's plates. Okay, and that's even more adorable. It's only been weeks since they started classes and likely met, how have they become so close so fast?

"Cute, huh?" You startle at the low whisper in your ear, a small puff of air caressing the shell of your ear, when you realize Suna stopped right behind you to observe the same scene. His body heat seems to seek you out once you're fully aware of him, instilling you with the crazy urge to just lean back into his broad chest as he continues to whisper to you softly. Or just wrap his arms around you and hold you tight.

Wait, what- You stop yourself from looking back to meet his gaze, because you'd definitely expose your thoughts then but you have a feeling he's very aware of exactly what he's doing and not opposed to the reaction you just had. Either way, you just met this man today, right?

Ugh. You move forward instead, placing a cup in front of each kid, both reaching for it instantly. Ryoka tastes hers right away but Kiyo examines it first before tentatively attempting a tiny sip. And it works!

Each of their faces twists slightly at the tangy taste of the cranberry juice but seem to have picked up enough to know that 'wine' isn't exactly a sweet drink so both exchange a look before smoothing their faces out into haughty imitations of bored satisfaction. Haha. Little con artists.

You and Suna are grinning at each other too, as you each reclaim your seats and he pours out the wine for you both. The conversation flows easily once you're all settled and digging in, kids chiming in with random questions or requests for help with certain foods, but then zoning out constantly as they talk about their plans for the structure and something about cats again, as if it's just the two of them at the table.

Suna asks about your time playing volleyball and you ask him about his, noticing he has the same passion for the sport as you but definitely also an impressive dedication. He talks about his mindset in high school compared to now and you talk about your chosen vocation.

You both even have a chance to pull the full story about the events from earlier in the day, kids explaining that there was an unplanned early release, you and Suna putting two and two together to realize that the school did mess up big time. You both put it aside to deal with later and when he asks what you've covered with the kids already, you mention you didn't think it was appropriate to give Ryoka a lecture in front of Kiyoshi, keeping in mind that Suna might want to handle the discussion differently with his son.

He seems taken aback in a good way, throwing a very appreciative look your way and states that you're an incredibly considerate person and an amazing mom, prompting a full blush to work it's way back onto your face as your daughter throws her little arms as far around you as she can, agreeing very vocally with the amazing mom part.

You have to send her a teasing but firm look, adding that you're definitely saving a lecture on safety and responsibility for later since they shouldn't have left school grounds without an adult they know and trust. When Suna sees Kiyo's small look up at him, it's as if all he needs is a look to convey the same sentiment to his son but he places a hand on his head to ruffle his hair in a soft gesture.

It's near the end of dinner that conversation about each child's other parent arises. Your answer with a nonchalant shrug is to easily state, "Like I said before, it's just me and Ryoka."

Suna borrows a page from your book with a cheeky smile, right down to imitating your casual shrug and stating, "Likewise, just me and Kiyo."

There's nowhere to look but the steady gaze of his piercing eyes. Actually there are many other places but you're drawn in by a seemingly mutual pull.

"Mommy!" You're daughter's call has your eyes finally glancing away to meet hers instead, "You promised we could play hide-and-seek later!"

"Oh," You blink in shock at the long memory of children, "I did say that. But.."

"Please?" It's Kiyo's small voice that makes you pause and look towards Suna with wide eyes.

Oh, he's trouble because he's looking back at you and rounding out the group as the third pair of sparkling, mischievous eyes as he too asks with a teasing lilt, "Please?"

You have to laugh and agree, but only to a few rounds and only after the dishes have been cleaned. So Suna helps the kids wash their hands again before joining you at the sink, waving away your objections about being a guest and insisting he return the favour of an incredible meal.

Between the two of you, you make quick work of the dishes and it's time to deliver on your promise. You start of as 'it', counting down loudly by the front door while the kids rush off with Suna to find hiding spots around the house. You make sure to find Suna first and he trails after you as you hunt down the darling little treasures, finding Kiyoshi last. He really is good at hiding and staying quiet.

Suna's next and then Kiyoshi, then finally Ryoka is caught first and it's her turn to find the three of you. You follow the middle blocker's lead in allowing Kiyoshi to settle on a hiding spot and when he gestures to a closet in one of the guest rooms you quickly tuck yourself into the empty space.

But it seems the little boy has either run out of ideas of places to hide, or he's feeling rushed by Ryoka's faster countdown because he pushes his dad in with you and, frantically looking around after studying the lack of remaining space between the two adults, closes the door instead and you hear his little feet patter off.

Leaving you and Suna almost pressed together in the small, dark space. The silence between the two of you is heavy with restrained tension, the flirty comments and teasing glances throughout the evening hitting you full force as you realize the unintentionally intimate position you're in.

There's a thin beam of light streaking in from the crack between the doors that falls across Suna's face, making his already ethereal eyes appear even more unearthly, like glowing gems in the shadows that mask the rest of his face. They're trained right back on you as if he can see clearly in the dark, his intent gaze probing your own.

"I'd have suggested buying me dinner first..." His voice rings clear with mischievous amusement, quiet enough to reach your ears through the heavy gloom, "but I guess you already did."

You bite your lip to stop your smile, trying to shake off your overwhelming awareness of the man a breath away from you, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

Suna's chuckle is low, sending curious shivers resounding through you and his husky response succeeds in spiking your temperature, "If you want it to be. Or we could just save that part for later."

"Later, then." Why is it that your voice sounds so seductively throaty?! Is that really you?

In the inky darkness, all your other senses are on high alert so you almost jump when you feel his fingers brush at yours, trying to calm your racing pulse to no avail, as they tangle with yours oh so briefly. Then he's sliding them lightly up, brushing past your sensitive wrists, skating over your arms and shoulders and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before one slides under the fall of your hair, to curve around the nape of your neck.

While the fingers there tangle into your hair, gentle pressure drawing you forward and up on your toes, the other hand only caresses the side of your neck before finally settling softly to cup your cheek. Is this really happening? With a quiet but charming man who was all but a stranger to you until today?

Any further questions slip from your mind and you only have a second to register the smallest shift of his head before his lips are softly pressing down on yours. Instead of butterflies or tingles, you feel as if the very floor beneath your feet tilts, disorienting you further in the inky darkness. But it doesn't matter much when his arms slide around you to gather you close, eliminating the already laughable amount of space between you.

Suna finally deepens the kiss when you give in to the urge to press yourself closer, a new ferocity seeming to overtake you both as you each devour the other. You have no idea where he ends and you begin, only focused on the sensational moment, as you chase each other's lips in the darkness.

It could have been seconds or minutes, or longer still, but you've lost track as you match his intensity. The desire only deepens when he elicits a deep groan, drawn out by your delicate bite on his lower lip and reverberating through you like am electric current. His grip in your hair tightens and you feel almost delirious, caught in this ardent spell.

You two finally separate for air, short gasps from you both gradually slowing until it's silent again. There's a new tension but also an undeniable relief in the air between you. You feel compelled to say something so you hastily drop the first thought that pops into your head.

"Talk about seven minutes in heaven."

He laughs, louder this time, as if he's forgotten why you're both hiding there in the closet in the first place. To be honest, so did you for a couple minutes there. And you suppose it probably only has been that long, an assumption he corroborates with his response. "Can I get the full seven, then?"

But before you can respond, the closet doors are yanked open with a dramatic move that can only be your daughter, her voice happily calling out her delightful victory, "Found you!"

You send a wry look Suna's way as your eyes slowly adjust to the light, "I'm sure your laugh just now gave our spot away."

He places a hand to his chest, acting wounded with a sad look thrown at Ryoka who only nods excitably in response. Kiyoshi is standing behind her with a smile on his face, proud that it took longer than usual and he makes it a point to state, "I gave them that spot. It was my idea."

They start to walk away with her congratulating him at being a hide and seek master, her acknowledgment prompting a change in their focus to discussing classic versus strategic spots at school. You're thankful for the moment to completely regain your composure and you make sure to settle your expression into something nonchalant when you look back over at Suna.

Yeah, you're probably not fooling him if that teasing smirk is any indication of his keen awareness.

"Suna, that-"

"Rintaro."

"What?"

"That's my name. Rintaro."

"Oh I- That wouldn't be very appropriate." You realize the irony too late as the rebuttal slips automatically from your slips.

His eyebrow raises in a sardonic salute, both of you aware that you're each well past the point of being worried about that now.

"Call me Rin, then, or any variation. But don't kiss me like that and then call me Suna." He sounds torn somewhere between teasing and serious but you understand the sentiment.

Licking your suddenly dry lips, conscious of the speedy pace your.. relationship with this man has been moving, you don't give yourself a chance to hesitate before you respond, "Then call me Y/n."

That slow, answering smile is everything you didn't know you wanted. You're not going to question this unexpected attraction. It's mutual, it's consuming, and it's something you don't think you can walk away from at this point. You're both adults as it is and, it seems, both in silent agreement to let this unfold as it may.

"Daddy," Kiyo pokes his head back into the room, "You're it this time! Hurry up."

Suna walks ahead to pick his son up and swing him in the air, asking, "Weren't you caught first, kiddo?"

"Yeah, but I'm tagging you in because I don't want to be it this round." He aims wide, earnest eyes at his dad. Suna chuckles, likely at the whimsical but simple reasoning, but unsurprisingly complies.

"Okay, but this is the last round, then. And you all better find some really great spots to hide." With a brief pause just before he walks out of the room, he looks back over his shoulder to you, gaze holding yours steady with a confident smirk, "I'm really good at getting what I'm after."

You're left alone to digest that pointed declaration, holding your hand to your warm cheeks for a quick moment before dropping them and following the others out.

As promised, you all play one more round in which you're found first, probably by design, if the challenging smirk Suna throws your way is any indication. Then Ryoka and Kiyoshi are found in equally short order, the latter claiming the title of ultimate winner - at least for today's game, as Ryoka makes a point to stubbornly state.

The kids are still really energetic, remnants from the excitement of the game, so you settle them down to continue their Lego project with the hopes it'll help them wind down quickly. For additional guarantee, you also set a children's movie to play in the background, hoping it'll catch their attention and hold it long enough to help finally relax them.

Suna joins you on the couch, handing you another glass of wine while he settles in just beside you so that his side is as close to pressed up against yours that he thinks he can get away with. Not that you're complaining, no, but it is very distracting when his thigh shifts against yours or his arm moves to settle on the couch behind you.

It's distracting every time he makes a comment in between the silent moments, teasing remarks that steal your attention for long stretches after he's done speaking. It's distracting when you think you're both engaged in pretending to watch the movie, only for his breath to brush your ear whenever he leans in to speak.

It's distracting when he tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear before letting his next playful words slip from his tempting lips. And it's distracting when you look over to make a comment of your own and find him already studying you.

You wonder what he sees, but it's undeniable that his interest in you seems to only get stronger rather than wane. You feel the same, undoubtedly drawn and inconceivably connected to this man you've known for hours. It feels more like you've known him for years.

Finally winding down near the end of the movie, Ryoka and Kiyoshi move to the couch, one on each lap and holding hands between them as they start to slump down with heavy, sleepy eyes.

"I'm sad to say, I think it's time for Kiyo and I to head out." Suna's caught it too, the kids are well past the capability of throwing a tantrum again. But even more so, they're both happily sated with their time today, left with great memories of a fun, impromptu play date.

It's time for them to leave, and you and Ryoka see them off to the door.

As he helps Kiyoshi with his shoes, Suna thanks you once again, sincerely and without motive, "Thank you so much for everything today, Y/n."

"Me too, but as I said before, don't thank me for any of it."

"Hm. Well, it wasn't really a great situation to start, but I'm glad with the way it turned out. Meeting you is something I can't regret." His smile is flirtatious but sweet, and you do get butterflies now, finding yourself at a momentary loss for words.

You're thankfully both distracted once the kids move to give each other hugs and when you and Suna comment on their closeness, Ryoka simply states, "Yeah, of course. He's my brother now, right Kiyo?"

"Mhm. We both said we wanted a brother or sister-"

"So now we have each other!"

That's so completely adorable. You glance back over to Suna, who's already looking at you with amusement. Children can be so heartbreakingly precious.

Of course, Suna just has to comment, trademark smirk right back on his face, "Brother and sister, huh? Sounds good to me. What do you think, mom?"

Did he really? Just.. wow. You're definitely red all over, that was so highly suggestive on so many levels. You're okay with the fast pace that swept you off your feet today, but really- acting like co-parents... buy a girl dinner first. Damn.

"I think it's great you two have such a strong bond. You'll keep watching out for each other, yes?"

They enthusiastically nod their agreement and you send a challenging look Suna's way to see if there are any more awkward comments he wants to drop on you before the night is over. He takes pity with a small smile though, sending you a playful wink before turning to open the door with Kiyo's hand slipping in his.

They both wish you and Ryoka a good night as her own hand finds yours and two of you watch them walk over to, and settle in, Suna's car before you finally close and lock the door. Looking down at your daughter with a gentle smile, you say, "We'll save the talk about your choices from earlier today for tomorrow. But I hope you had a good day, munchkin."

"Yes, yes! Thank you so much, mommy!" She wraps her arms around your legs as you place a soft hand on her head, "I love you!"

"I love you too, baby. Let's get you to bed. Why don't you go pick out your pajamas for the night while mommy quickly finishes up here?"

She nods before running off to her room while you go over to the living room to turn off the TV and lights. When you're placing your wine glass in the sink, thinking of the moment Suna had brought it to the couch for you as if he somehow knew what you might want, you hear a text come in from your phone.

A/N: Okay so this is the final draft of a scenario that's been taking some space in my head every night when I'm trying to get some sleep. It was initially planned as a set of short scenarios for my Fayevourites (you can find the link to the anthology series up above, the other character concepts are explained there) but when I started writing Suna's story, it stretched much longer than anticipated. He has a habit of doing that to me but regardless, all it means is I've had to change some ideas and break the rest up into more manageable chapters. That said, there are three more chapters I plan to release. I'm hoping to start working on the other characters for this series first to keep it even, but I'll basically go where my writing takes me (: I hope you all enjoyed reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

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Phoebe!!! I'm rudely asking for another prompt! Can I please, please, pretty please get a no. 27 of the song list? (if it's been taken then I'll take any other!) Your writing brightens my days so much and your ask box being empty is an unnatural state

@rockingrobin69 , your presence in my ask box is always a lovely surprise, whether for an ask or a prompt. And as for writing, I could say the same about you, my dear. I love seeing your work, and I'm particularly excited about this mystery fic you've got going.

Your song, 27, is "Daylight," by Taylor Swift, of course! This is a lovely little song, and it definitely has Drarry vibes. I hope you enjoy! <3

It wasn’t like a flower sprouting through the earth, or the sun peering through the clouds; it couldn’t be compared to a bullet piercing the air and rupturing its target, or jumping from a waterfall into a crystal blue lake.

No, for Draco, falling in love was like boiling a pot of water; no matter how many times he impulsively lifted the lid to check for bubbles, it appeared undisturbed until his back was turned, and then it was nearly overflowing.

He wasn’t sure when it started. Maybe it began when Harry extended his hand in friendship at the opening banquet in Eighth Year. Or perhaps it was when they were in potions and Harry asked him to pass the moondew and their fingers brushed. It could have been when Harry’s approached him at a Muggle bar with a determined gleam in his eye and a quiet, “May I sit here?” and they’d left two hours later, cheeks flushed with laughter and firewhiskey.

Love was slow, subtle and inconspicuous—and then it was all-consuming. And frighteningly easy.

Of course, that didn’t mean he and Harry had a smooth relationship; but if Draco wanted it to be easy he’d have signed his love on a dotted line next to Astoria Greengrass’s name, sired an heir, and let himself fall into complacency. If there was anything his father had taught him about relationships, it was the luxury and convenience of apathy.

Harry had always brought out Draco’s emotions in their strongest, most concentrated form. In his youth, the jealousy, resentment, and anger were acidic on his tongue; he’d spit them into the force of his words, hoping Harry could feel it, too. Now, the love and exasperated fondness he held for Harry melted in his mouth like his favorite decadent dark chocolate: rich and satisfyingly bittersweet; he wondered if Harry could taste it on his tongue.

They still bickered, occasionally fought. The sight of them having boisterous arguments over trivialities might raise a few eyebrows, but one downward glance at their tightly clasped hands swinging casually between them would dispel those rumors.

There were moments when panic held Draco’s mind, his heart, in its icy grip, making him shake at the thought of losing Harry, of not being enough for him—of all of it being a dream from which he’d surely wake up to find himself in a dark, damp cell in Azkaban.

But then Harry was at his side, rubbing comforting circles into Draco’s back and pulling him into strong, firm arms. I’m here. I’m here, and I love you, Harry would whisper into his ear until Draco stopped trembling and relaxed into the embrace.

Draco once thought he would forever be defined by his name, or the mark on his arm, or the wealth in his family’s vaults. He thought that his value came from power, influence, and self-determination.

But with Harry, he could be his truest self, letting his love and happiness bubble up within him, reckless and free.

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

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queridopascal · 3 years

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The new job (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

Part 1 of the “Ad Astra” series

Summary: as your eyes scanned the page, the words “spatial coordinates” and the phrase “writings and symbols no one has been able to decipher” made your eyes widen and your interest spike... (word count: 1.7k)

Warning: mention of food and drinks

A/N: my first ever Mando fic/series (even though we don't get to meet him in this first chapter)! Huge thanks to @hnt-escape for beta reading, and I hope you guys enjoy it ✨

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated ❤️

NEXT | SERIES MASTERLIST

Sitting alone in your home office with a mug of coffee in your hand, you shuffled through the heap of unopened mail you found upon your return from your last expedition: advertising brochures, leaflets, bills and, at the bottom of the stack, a cream-coloured paper envelope with slightly torn edges.

Prompted by curiosity, you put down the mug and opened the letter with an old knife you kept in the first drawer: it was typewritten, dated 25th of September and signed at the bottom by a certain Elizabeth Williams.

As your eyes scanned the page, the words “spatial coordinates” and the phrase “writings and symbols no one has been able to decipher” made your eyes widen and your interest spike. Your work as an archaeologist had given you the opportunity to travel the world, discover different types of artifacts and ruins, get closer to cultures and their ancient origins; but something inside of you, a feeling in your gut, was telling you that what was described in the letter was unique and, possibly, something you had never seen before.

Without giving it a second thought, you dialed the phone number scribbled underneath the signature and waited with bated breath as you began fidgeting with a pen, clicking it open with every beeping sound coming from the other side.

“Hello?” a calm tone greeted you.

“Mrs. Williams?” you asked, clearing your throat.

“Yes, it’s me.”

“Hi, I’m-”

“I know who you are, I’ve been waiting for your call.” the woman said with a smile in her voice.

“Oh,” you gasped, “I... received your letter and I would love to hear more about this artifact you mention.”

“Great. I’ll have someone pick you up tomorrow morning at 9 sharp.”

“Thanks, Mrs Williams,” you nodded, “do I… have to bring anything?”

“Your knowledge will be sufficient, my dear.”

Once you both ended the call, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, feeling anxious and impatient for what was about to come and reliving the exact same sensations you had experienced the day of your very first excavation.

After a sleepless night, you were awakened by the furious pitter patter of heavy rain against the windows. The dark grey of the sky made every room of your house incredibly cold and humid, and you put on your favorite cardigan as you dragged your feet into the kitchen to prepare something for breakfast.

When you finished eating, you took a quick shower and got dressed in your favorite black pencil skirt and a white blouse, a matching blazer and a pair of heels completed the look. You took a seat on the couch in your living room and waited for the driver.

At 9AM there was a knock at your front door, and you immediately grabbed your blazer and your purse and walked over to it.

“Good morning, Miss,” the driver bowed his head a little and extended his gloved hand to you while opening a black umbrella with the other. “Please, follow me. Mrs. Williams and her colleagues are waiting for you.”

You put your hand in his as he walked you over to the sedan; he opened the car door and waited for you to get in, shutting it swiftly once you got comfortable in the cream leather back seat.

After a two hours drive, the car stopped in front of a wired mesh and barbed wire fence, lined with several “Military Zone” signs. A couple of seconds later, the guarded gates opened with a screech, letting the car enter what looked like a tunnel carved inside of a mountain.

The driver pulled up in front of a large white door with soldiers on either side, where an elderly woman waited with crossed arms.

“Goodmorning my dear,” the woman stepped towards you. “I’m Elizabeth. Welcome to the Falls Hill military installation.”

She hugged you tightly and you stiffened at first, looking at the two soldiers, whose eyes were fixed on a point in front of them.

“Come, I’ll show you around.”

One of the guards stepped to the side and held the door open for you and Mrs. Williams. The large corridor that extended in front of you reminded you of a war bunker: it was grey and cold, illuminated by pale neon lights, and it had the same distinctive smell you would find in the subway.

You followed her obediently, and when she reached the end of the corridor, she slowly opened a set of double doors bearing an "Authorized Personnel Only" sign; taking a step forward, your mouth dropped open in wonder as soon as you laid eyes on what looked like a giant stone ring covered with strange inscriptions.

“I've never seen anything like this,” you gulped, keeping your eyes fixed on the object.

Mrs. Williams chuckled, pleased at your reaction. “No one has, my dear.”

“Can I…?” you asked in a trembling voice as you pointed at the artifact.

Elizabeth nodded and you walked over to it, placing your hand on the rough surface of the stone to feel the engraved characters under your fingers.

“These inscriptions,” you started, turning to her, “might be hieratic or maybe cuneiform, I think I've seen some of those symbols before.”

“Perhaps you could help us with the interpretation?” she moved to stand beside you and tilted her head to the side, looking at you expectantly.

“Yeah, of course. I'll get to work right away.”

The hours passed quickly, and between one cup of coffee and another, it was already evening. The succession of symbols and characters engraved in the stone kept repeating in your mind, a mix of infinite combinations and interpretations, from the most logical to the least plausible.

Wrinkling your eyes for tiredness, you looked up from all your papers and notes, finding a new possible interpretation of the second row that made your heart race.

“Mrs. Williams, was anything else found in the proximity of this object?”

“I was hoping you'd ask me,” she smiled and motioned you to follow her.

Elizabeth led you through a hallway and stopped in front of another door, resting both hands on the opening handle.

“You are not to speak of this to anyone, understand?”

You simply nodded, your breath catching in your throat at her request.

“Mrs. Williams, I haven't issued any new authorization papers for this lady.” a baritone voice captured your attention, and you turned around only to find a soldier in uniform staring back at you.

“Colonel Shaw, it's nice to see you again,” Elizabeth greeted him with a gentle smile, but the man looked at her with a serious and impenetrable gaze.

“Mrs. Williams, I don't think I'll have to remind you that what's inside this room is classified.” he walked over to the both of you, his expression unfazed.

“She's the new addition to my team, Colonel,” she said, looking him straight into his icy blue eyes, “a world-renowned archaeologist who is going to help us decipher the inscriptions on the stone ring.”

“Exactly. Then why are you here?” he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

“Because,” you cleared your throat “the second row of inscriptions refers to another object, described as the portal.”

The Colonel raised an eyebrow at you and sighed, then looked at Elizabeth.

“Permission denied.”

“Excuse me, Colonel Shaw. I was told you would have given me carte blanche, especially since the government authorized this project,” she stepped towards him with her usual calm tone.

“Not for long,” he retorted, “you have one more week Mrs. Williams, the clock is ticking. And since she doesn't have any authorization at the moment, I won't grant her access into this room.”

“Then I guess I'll have to ask Captain Gallo,” she crossed her arms. “See, he was the one who helped us get started with this project and I'm sure he would authorize this young lady in a heartbeat.”

The Colonel exhaled angrily, his jaw was clenched in frustration and you smiled to yourself.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth “You have my permission.”

6 days later

Staring at the portal, the inscripted characters on dark metal and stone looked so similar to something you had seen before, but also so different. You felt intimidated by that object, almost in awe, it was as if it gave off vibrations within the room, as if it wanted to give you clues to solve that riddle that had been keeping you and the rest of the team awake for days.

“Morning guys,” Elizabeth walked into the research lab with a box of donuts, “I brought something to eat.”

“Thanks,” you beamed at her as you took a glazed donut from the container. “I really needed something with sugar.”

“How is the research going?”

“Bad,” Linda, one of the members of the team, shook her head, “no matches whatsoever.”

“Is that so?” Elizabeth turned to you, her expression somber.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “even if the inscriptions look familiar to us, when comparing them to all the material we have available, we found no similarities. We’re missing something and tomorrow is the last day.”

“I’m gonna ask for a permit extension, I'm sure they'll grant it to me,” she stroked your back, comforting you.

“I found another reference!” Linda squealed with excitement “Shall we start with the comparison?”

“Absolutely,” you rushed to her side and took a seat on the corner of her desk, looking at the monitor of her computer.

The documents she had just found showed incredible similarities, and referred to an engraved metal fragment found a few months earlier in the Atacama Desert.

“These three symbols are exactly the same ones of the central row!” you exclaimed, not believing your eyes.

Linda nodded, then gulped, “They also say here that they found out some symbols represent a stylized version of constellations, and that this type of metal is not…”

“Terrestrial,” you added as you kept on reading the description under one of the pictures.

Mrs. Williams looked at the both of you with a proud smile, then she walked over to the other desk and dialed a number on the phone.

“Captain, we finally found a match for the inscriptions.”

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VII/VII)

"apart"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

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Warnings: language (?) Angst

A/N: P L E A S E DON'T MURDER ME YET THERE'S AN EPILOGUE OKAY?! OKAY now enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part VI: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VI: the downfall

Epilogue: I still love you

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Since the Amortentia incident, Y/n had barely looked at me; not in the way I had avoided her after New Year, though, this time, it was different. She didn't seem to be doing it accidentally, rather than on purpose; she appeared to be too lost into her turmoil of thoughts to realise what she was doing, which scared me more.

I had figured the Amortentia would have had something to do with it, but it took me two days to pick up on it.

Undoubtedly, Y/n had smelled Fred's scent on it, and it dawned on her how twisted what we were doing was.

I cried myself to sleep the night that my mind stumbled upon that information. I let myself sob violently, pouring out as much pain as I could, wanting to wash away the recurrent thoughts that creeped on my mind, thoughts that were not unfounded.

That was it— I had lost both a friend and the woman I loved.

Once the tears seem to die out, a new thought appeared in my mind; maybe I was meant to be alone. I could barely function alone, how was I supposed to function with another person?

Perhaps I had always be meant to be alone.

I was going to be alone forever.

I was alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

It took my careless arse a hot minute to be aware of how obvious my emotional rollercoaster was from the outside; George had been getting visibly upset by it —I'd dare to reckon he even cried the past night because of it—, and I had to stop that, but how?

I knew it was always best to tell the truth, but where would that take us? Nowhere good. I couldn't just tell George I was in love with him and expect us not to fall apart even harder.

He would think I'm lying, or that I'm using him as a second option —I couldn't let him think that—, but again, his mind had probably gone to those thoughts due to my radio silence.

I had to tell him the truth, and face the consequences.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of our front door's lock opening snapped me out of my own mind, and even made me jump a bit in the couch I sat. I had been waiting for George to arrive for a good couple of hours, weighing on how I could approach the topic, but I didn't seem to come up with anything remotely good.

He stepped into the flat with his eyes casted down, so it took him a moment to acknowledge my presence. "I—" his now dull eyes observed me with confusion, as if he wasn't expecting to see me in my own flat. "what are you doing awake?"

"Waiting for you." He closed the door, scrutinising me with furrowed brows. "I— well—" I cleared my throat and got up, causing his shoulders to tense up. "I wanted to tell you something."

I thought I would have to fight his childish behavior and convince him not to dodge the subject, but he only leaned on the door, his hands behind his back and his eyes casted down. "I... I wanted to tell you something too."

"You go first." I prompted him, planning on using those extra seconds to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to say —as if I hadn't been trying to mentally prepare myself for two hours already.

He peeked at me and sighed, his eyes coming back to his shoes before speaking. "I don't know how to say this— I" he pursed his lips and I could see the struggle irradiating from him. "I think you should move out." Now I knew why he refused to meet my gaze. "We— we need time away y'know— Fleur offered to help you look for an apartment. I'll go back to the Burrow until you find one— and I'm not firing you but I would appreciate if you didn't attend the clients if I'm there."

I should have spoken first, I scolded myself.

"Why?"

"What why?"

"Why you should've spoken first?"

"I— well, so you see," I tugged on my sleeves; it was my turn to avoid his look. "W-when I spilled the Amortentia— well I— I smelled—"

"I know."

"You... Do?"

"Yeah, that's... That's why I think we need some time away."

I had never in my life had my heart shattered in so many pieces in such a short span of time. The pain was so immense that I wasn't able to shed a single tear. Out of every outcome, this was the least expected.

"O-okay." We kept sneaking glances at each other in a dreadful silence until our eyes accidentally met. "I think—"

"I should—"

Another best of silence fell among us after we simultaneously spoke.

"I should go pick some things up." He muttered, passing by my side as fast as he could.

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The next morning I caught him, as I expected, sneaking out of the flat with one of the bags he had carried in months ago.

He was already exiting when I jogged out of my room, managing to catch his hand.

I could see the goosebumps in his arm, and I thanked Merlin he couldn't hear my heart threatening to leaving my chest to go with him.

"I'm really sorry, George." I whispered, squeezing his hand. Although I had a tiny bit of hope that he would change his mind and step back into our home if I said those words, it was more of a goodbye.

He just shook his head, letting me know there was no need for an apology, and squeezed my hand back before pulling away.

His fingers slipping away from mines was such an emptying feeling, as if my connection with him slept away from my grasp forever.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I went to sleep that night hoping George's parting would have been a nightmare, and I cried the morning after when my brain took in that it was, in fact, very much real.

A heavily pregnant Fleur showed up that afternoon; she made me dinner and tried to cheer me up a little before making me get dressed so she could drag me out to look for flats in the Diagon Alley. It was an unsuccessful trip, but the Triwizard Tournament Champion wasn't about to give up so easily, so she came the next day, and the following, and on and on for a week.

As if summoned by the woman's will to find me a new home, we found a cheap, acceptable apartment near the shop.

I purchased it instantly, and soon enough I was moving out my things with Bill's help, to stop his wife from helping me herself.

"That's the last one, right?" Bill questioned, nodding at the bag laying on the couch with a box in his hands.

"Yup." I pulled it up and hung it on my shoulder.

"Need anything else?" I shook my head no. "Alright then I'll leave this at your place and apparate back home." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "I know it's none of my business but... Whatever happened between you two— it's fixable, believe me."

"I really don't think so." I muttered, gripping the bag's strap.

"It is," he repeated, adjusting the box in his arms. "just don't give up." He gave me a small, reassuring smile and disapparated.

Maybe he was right, maybe it was fixable. Taking a look around the now emptier apartment, I thought it surely didn't seem like it, but hope is the last thing you lose, right?

In a final attempt of getting him back, I grabbed a notebook from the bag and teared a page off it; I left the bag besides me as I knelt down and reached for a pencil forgotten over the coffee table.

Three Days Later

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

I entered the apartment— it was quiet, similar to a cemetery, just like the first time I stepped on the apartment after the war.

This time, it was empty, though.

Y/n didn't rush to the door when I opened it.

She didn't catch me when I fell on my knees and broke down to tears.

I was alone.

After Godric knows how long I managed to get myself back to my feet. I passed Y/n's old room as fast as I had first passed Fred's room months ago.

Once I got to my room and lay down on my bed, my mind cleared up enough for me to realise that I would be seeing Y/n the next day —at least once— at the shop.

"Fuck." I muttered, burying my face on my pillow.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

He had asked me not to leave the office while he was in the shop.

He had explicitly asked me not to, but I needed to know if he had read my letter— no, I need to know if I had taken a step in the right direction by writing the letter.

So there I was, descending the stairs in his direction, and taking my time to do so since he was talking with a couple of clients.

"Y/n!" Verity rushed to me with what seemed a defective portable swamp. "I need your help with this," My eyes, still on George, caught the way his head snapped in my direction with sheer fear on it. "I've got a woman there threatening with suing us because the swamp send one of her children to St. Mungo!" The girl managed to get my attention with her anxious rambling.

"She can't do that." George, who had probably caught on Verity's words, spoke before I could. "She agreed on our shop policy." He reminded her, walking to stand by my side.

"I already told her that Mister Weasley, but she said she's 'not taking the words of a pipsqueak'." She replied in a whisper.

"She said what?" George questioned in disbelief.

"I'm gonna shove that lawsuit up her arse." I spoke, spotting the completely out of place middle aged woman who stood in front of Verity's till. "Send her to the office." Verity looked at me and then at George for confirmation, who simply gave her a nod.

Once Verity left, I turned to the ginger, whose warm eyes were already fixed on me. "How are you?" He inquired in a way that let me see it was out of politeness, which made my hopes die a little.

"Been better." I replied, ready to somehow test the waters. "How about you?"

"Same, I suppose." George didn't even try to put on a happy face, and I started to get anxious; there was no way he would have missed the note —I left it on the kitchen table— so that meant he had read it and- "You should go back to the office."

My heart attempted to hold onto the possibility of him not having read the note, but my brain knew better than that. "Alright." I nodded and went back to my workplace; I would deal with that woman and after that, I would prepare a resignation letter.

George was right, we needed to be apart.

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It wasn't that bad, I lied to myself, sitting down on the sofa while undoing the tie's knot.

My mind was about to begin the overthinking of Y/n's words when my stomach growled. Without noticing, I had gone without a single meal for the entire day.

I listened to my body and moved to the kitchen to prepare myself something. While the stove heated up, I turned around and took a look at the kitchen; just like the rest of the rooms, it seemed gloomier without Y/n lighting up the apartment.

Stop thinking about her.

My eyes landed on a piece of paper with one of Y/n's rings over it. Before properly realising it, I was sitting down on one of the chairs and reading what had been written in the scrapped page.

Dear George,

I know what happened is on both of us, but I can't help but blame myself, as selfish as it might sound.

You don't know this, but while at Hogwarts, I found you and Fred rather annoying— I didn't understand why everyone seemed to fancy you so much. Then, you hired me to work in this amazing shop, and I understood.

During these past two years I had the pleasure and honour to call you my friend; you made my life much better, I'd like to think I did the same.

I wanted to apologise for everything I've done since New Year. I'm so very sorry for falling in love with you. Though it was something so easy to happen, I never thought it would go this far.

I don't know what is this letter (a proper goodbye? I don't know), but I want need you to know that I never wanted to harm you nor our friendship, and that I'm still going to be here for you, feelings aside.

Love,

Y/n.

I re-read the fourth paragraph at least five times before taking it in.

She had fallen in love with me.

That's what she had meant to say when she spoke to me about the Amortentia— that she had smelled my scent— Oh no.

My reply— she probably thought it was unrequited; she probably thought I had kicked her out because she was in love with me and not quite the opposite.

Without thinking twice, I ran down to the office with the letter clutched in my hand; she had to be there, she was always the last one to leave.

She had to be there.

I was so focused on reaching the office on time that I missed Y/b's figure exiting the shop.

I slammed the door open, just to find the table's surface, which used to be full of Y/n's things, clean in its entirety, aside from an envelope which had written on it 'resignation'.

"No."

READER'S P. O. V.

I had just left the small box with my things over the coffee table, and was taking off my shoes when an apparition noise followed by a couple of bangs on my front door made me jolt.

Out of a sad habit I, among the rest of the Order, had gotten during the war, I grabbed my wand and approached the door.

My arm fell limply on my side while I stared into George's eyes, which seemed to hold back a storm of mixed emotions.

"C-can we talk?" My gaze then fell on the paper his hand was gripping, and that I assumed was my resignation.

"George, listen, I can't—"

"I'm in love with you."

Words had stumbled out of his mouth in panic, and the only thing I could reply was, "What?"

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ksqwildwest · 2 years

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13 for the hugging prompt but it’s angst with the brothers like a final hug or is that too angsty and cruel- (I haven’t caught up on the lore here yet so idk how one ended up with Billiam.)

Thank you for the ask!

I'll do my best to create angst! This is set on the morning of Billiams robbery. I don't normally name my shorts, but I really like the name of: Morning Melody.

Also, I decided to write this to go along with the other request I had, which I think will be more of the angst you've requested.

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Billy burst open the door to the saloon, interrupting the joyful melody being played as the sun was barely rising above the horizon. A box of brand new candles on a side candle caught his eyes. The two had a tendency to stay up and play music into the night a bit too much, but when life gives you insomnia, learn to play an instrument to pass the time. The piano's playful notes resumed as John bopped his head along to the beat.

"Mornin' John!" Billy bellowed with a huge smile, "What song you playin' today?"

"It's called Happy Trails," John replied, "I just learned it last night. I sped the song up a little and I think you'll really like it."

"Ooo," Billy bopped along to the beat, "I do like it! You'll have to teach it to me once I'm back tonight."

John sighed and paused playing, giving his twin a Look. "You just got out of jail this morning."

Billy blew a raspberry into his hand, "So I just got out of the time out box, I still got to keep learning to be the best sheriff ever!" He struck a pose and puffed out his chest, "I'm going to prove to Thompson that I'm serious about this."

"Considering he put you in jail so you would stop following him around, maybe you could take the day off?" John suggested dryly.

"Aww, you miss me." Billy teased and ruffled his brothers hair, laughing as they swatted his hand away.

"I do, actually," John muttered a bit quietly, "we only ever hang out at night. Maybe one of these days, you could hang out here at the bar for a bit?"

Billy paused for a moment before plastering the most determined face he could muster. "John," he said seriously, "tomorrow, I promise you, I won't leave your side for a second." John's face looked split between joy and terror at the declaration.

"But, I already told Thompson that I was trailing him today, don't want to be made a lier, ya know?"

"Yah, I know this means a lot to you," John grinned and held out his arms, "See you tonight."

Billy leaned into the hug and lifted John off the chair a bit, "See you later, Johnny Boy!"

Billy dropped John back into his seat and grabbed some beef jerkey on the way out. John smiled and went back to playing the tune.

He couldn't wait to play it with his brother.

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It looks like fluff, but if you read the other short, it becomes angsty!

Midnight Melody

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LOVEFOOL

Author’s note: HELLO! This is my part for the Valentine’s Day challenge that @1dffchallenges put together. Make sure to keep an eye out for any other pieces published by other authors. Enjoy! And happy Valentine’s weekend! (:

Summary: Harry agrees to go on a blind date set up by his friends in hopes that it will help him move on from an unrequited love.

Word count: 3K

Challenge prompt and dialogue: blind date set up by friends. “I don’t want this to end...”

There’s a first for everything. Harry’s had his fair share of them at the age of twenty-seven. First time on an aeroplane at the tender age of six for a family holiday in Rome. First kiss on his home town’s park with someone he deeply cared about. First time in a recording studio. First time going on tour. The first night spent alone in his new and barely furnished home. The first morning he laid eyes on the girl next door. The ugly heartbreak after she got married, certainly felt worse than his first one.

Life is full of firsts, Harry knows that, and he wishes to have been the first to sneak his way into Jane’s heart, all those years ago.

"You love her" it almost sounds like an accusation coming from Jeff, though the last thing he wants is to make Harry feel guilty. The musician doesn't reply, he shrugs, eyes never leaving her no matter how deep into the ocean she seems to be. "Does she know?" Harry shakes his head in denial. "Did you bring her along just so you could tell her?"

"I enjoy writing music with her, that's why she's here," his tone leaves no room for more questions, the manager knows and sighs defeated. Harry stands from his spot on the beach and heads back inside the house, alone.

Is he being that obvious?

He reviews the past few days and wonders where he slipped, nothing rings any bell. Harry completely and conveniently forgets how he doesn't nag her for having a smoke after dinner, instead he just opens the window and stands close to it, or how he's been making her a cuppa everyday at noon. But it was the time when Jane asked him to help her French plait her hair when something clicked in Jeff's brain, the way Harry beamed at such a simple request left no room for questioning. Yet he asked him, because there was that tiny chance of it all being part of the manager's imagination, but when he looked back on it, the little things now made more sense to him and in a way he always knew.

They've been in Port Antonio for two weeks now and everything was going just dandy, Harry was writing more than ever, the first week he had a new song every day, he even polished the old ones and had a tune for his favourites, thanks to Mitch's help. When Jeff Azoff got there earlier this week, he spent a good two hours talking to Jeff Bhasker about how much of a good idea the trip was.

"Harry is on a writing spree." He complimented Azoff's client, it was nothing but the truth. However the reason for it all, was now heading back to the house to join the others after a good surfing session.

Jane went straight to take a shower, ready to rinse all the ocean's saltiness from her body, thinking how wonderful it would've been if her own worries could be washed away with her tangerine shampoo. In contrast to Harry's good spirits and excellent mood, her own cloud of trouble seemed to follow her all the way from London. She still hadn't heard from her husband, so it is safe to say he was still upset about her going away to work in Harry's album. It was impossible for her to forget the argument they had, at first thinking it was a joke on his side, insinuating that they were ‘shagging behind his back’.

After her shower, wearing comfortable clothes, Jane joins the others for supper but keeps to herself, still with the dichotomy about calling Alex or letting him be. He will eventually come to his senses and apologise.

What if he doesn't?

The thought alone of her clothes being packed in boxes by the time she gets back home almost makes her cry, perhaps she can call or text him just to test the waters. It is ridiculous how she seems to be more mature about this than him.

"Penny for them?" Harry's voice brings her back to the now empty dining room, the voices from the rest of their party can be heard from the living room.

"God I'm sorry H, lost myself out there for a moment," she is embarrassed, with him, the others and herself for letting this situation get under her skin. And she's also avoiding talking about it, with Harry or anyone. "I was just thinking about the tempo for Sweet Creature."

"Liar," he hates to be shut down by her more than anything. "Is it because I didn't let you eat the last peanut drop the other day?" It would've been easier for her to say it was, than to address the actual reason. But Harry hasn't lied to her, ever.

"No love, although I was a bit hurt because of that, it's actually this thing with Alex we are, I don't know, he was upset with me and said some things," Jane couldn't finish, her speech was cut short by a quiet sob and Harry was quick to pull her from the chair onto his lap and hold her tight. His own heart speeding at the sight of her distressed.

"When was the last time you spoke to him?"

"Two weeks ago." Her voice barely whispers on his chest, "he's being a wanker to be honest, just because he's not going on tour with any of his bands I'm supposed to be a stay at home wife!"

"Why don't you explain this to me, from the beginning, please?" He asks rubbing her back soothingly, and she spills it all, the having kids now or never argument, to her wanting to have a proper wedding party and finally the latest fight where Alex suggested an affair going on between her and Harry, the latter had to do his best not to put the option on the table, since her husband so kindly suggested it. Might as well, he thought. "It all sounds like a big misunderstanding, I know you're a great communicator sunshine, so it baffles me that you've let this go on for so long." He's got a point.

"You're right, but I feel like it's his turn, you know?" Jane's done weeping, but remained on her friend's lap and arms, head resting on his shoulder. "He's always forward, mature, a proper thirty year old except when it comes to arguments where we ought to reach an agreement," she plays a bit with the cross hanging from his neck, a scowl on her pretty face. "Like with the children thing, we only stopped arguing when I said that maybe in two more years we could have one instead of, you know, my early thirties." It's good that she can't see how upset Harry is.

"You gave into that one, he should do the same but it's his choice," Harry sighs and can't believe what he's about to say. "Take the day off tomorrow, call him or FaceTime, Skype whatever you choose, but have a proper conversation with him." She wants to argue and say it's not necessary to be absent the whole day, she can spare a few hours. But she will need time to think about what to say, make her point clear so they are on good terms until she goes back to London.

"Fine, but if he is still acting like a dickhead afterwards, I'm not going to let it into my head anymore, we will continue to bask in this great work environment going on here." Jane states, pulling away from his embrace just enough to give him that stern look she uses when trying to make a point, and Harry nods with a warm smile, the one she never gets tired of seeing. "I'll call it a night now, gonna be asleep in seconds now that I've got that out of my chest." She stands from his lap, missing his warmth instantly. "Thanks for that."

"Anytime honey pie." Harry says before leaving a kiss on her left hand that burns her skin from then till morning.

Jeff joins the musician in the dining room right after the girl walks away to her room, he takes a seat across from him and scrutinises the look of adoration his friend still sports once she is out of the room.

"She'll never know, if you never tell her." Jeff is right, but the thought alone of going through that again scares him to death. Or so he says, because there's a part of him that is fond of the thrill it makes him feel.

"It's not like I haven't tried, just last year I told her," Harry remembers that night vividly, how pretty she looked even with her makeup all smudged under her eyes. "I'm not sure if she heard, it was too loud like where we were at the time." He was also pissed out of his mind.

"H, there's nothing wrong with being in love."

"I'm not saying it is, but even if she did love me I– I would find a way to hurt her. Anyway. she's happily married now, it's too late." Saying it out loud doesn't hurt him any less like he thought it would. Harry sighs in defeat before rising from the chair, "she's everything to me, I wouldn't mess with her head by confessing my feelings, deep down I always knew she deserved better and now she has it and that's good enough for me." The musician disappears through the corridor where his everlasting love did just a few minutes ago, he paused for a moment outside her room, pondering whether to barge in and just follow his instincts, kiss her like he should've done after winning that award back in 2014.

Harry shakes his head and goes straight to his room, he reminds himself that it was time to let her go. It's for the best. He is not good enough for her, he can't even write a song for her, about her. He mustn't love her that much then.

What Harry doesn't know is that he can't write a song about her because he loves her too much, the poor lad can't even figure out where to start. But he's about to get rid of that curse in a day or two, he just needs to be patient.

The reward for it came, all of a sudden Harry wrote too many songs about her until she inevitably became aware of the situation they were in. Harry vowed to stay away from Jane’s life after recording the album. He dated people that didn’t remind him of her, and even moved temporarily to Japan. But despite all his efforts, four years later Harry still finds himself thinking about her, everything seems to be tainted by her. The music he adores, the new dinner recipes he cooks, the books he chooses to read.

Completely out of options he agreed to this blind date his friends set up for him.

He arrives at the modest restaurant they so kindly chose for the occasion. “All you have to do is wear something nice and show up.” Alexa reminded him over the phone last week.

This is a new first for him, it is also exciting, to take a seat at a table for two conveniently placed at the back, pretend to pay attention to the menu but let his green eyes avert to whoever approaches. Harry is having a great time, he knows that soon his date will arrive. He wonders what they’ll be like.

According to Alexa and Pixie, the person arriving is the perfect match for their young friend. Harry can only hope they like Vietnamese cuisine because that’s apparently this place’s special offer this week. If he’s lucky enough the date will agree to share a starter and perhaps two main courses, that way he doesn’t have to choose between one or the other.

“Here’s your table.” Harry hears the waiter speak and his gaze meets a very familiar figure standing beside him. It can’t be.

“Excuse me, there must be a mistake, I’m waiting for someone else.” Harry protests.

The waiter shakes his head and shows him the notepad with some specifications written down. “Nothing wrong, got specific instructions from Miss Chung, a lady will come in to say is here for Geldolf’s blind date, you are sitting at the table they reserved. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order.” He is quick to explain and disappear.

Jane sits because there is no way she can stand any longer, her legs are about to give out from the commotion. This was not the blind date she was expecting either. It’s been at least four years since she last saw Harry. The night after he finally admitted being in love with her, waiting for a reaction, anything from her, after what seemed like hours but was only ten minutes later, he walked out of her house and entire life, leaving her confused and upset.

“How’ve you been?” she asked after confirming that Harry wasn’t going to up and leave.

“Pretty fantastic, until you arrived.” He’s never spoken to her like that before, with so much affliction in his tone. “What are you doing here?”

“I was set up on a blind date by Pixie—

He interrupts her. “That’s fucking convenient, did you all went to this much trouble, just to mock me? I thought they were my friends, you know, that even after everything, they cared about me.” Harry stops, his voice breaks, he’s so angry, hurt and confused by the situation. “Did your husband come along, to witness my humiliation too?” He looks around, trying to find the man of Jane’s dreams.

“I wouldn’t know if he’s here, haven’t seen him since we got divorced three years ago.” She snaps before hiding behind the menu from a gobsmacked Harry.

The words he’d been waiting to hear were finally out of her mouth. Unlike the million times he dreamt about this happening, Harry is not sweeping her off her feet and running away into the sunset holding her hand. Instead he reaches out to touch her arm, testing the waters. He waits for her to lower the menu and surprisingly there are no tears in her eyes. Perhaps only a bit of sorrow that is quickly replaced with confusion, at how fast her heart raced after Harry’s touch.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His voice is back to oozing the tenderness he reserves just for her. Jane nods.

“But can we share a rice bowl and Pho noodle soup?”

“Yes, and dessert too!” Even after four years Harry’s sweet tooth hasn’t changed, Jane sighs before the waiter is back to take their order.

Keeping a conversation between the two of them is not hard at all, even if it is an awkward topic —her not so recent divorce. “We didn’t have anything in common anymore, there were so many fights every single day. When I finally suggested the separation, he seemed relieved and I felt like a complete fool.” Jane remembers the sigh of comfort that came out of the man she once loved with all her heart before that rainy afternoon, when she finally decided that she’d had enough. “He left that night, hadn’t seen him since, his lawyer took care of everything,” a sour laugh escapes her lips, Harry’s eyes are full of sympathy for her. “I’m sorry for ruining your blind date, I know you’ve never been to one before.” Of course she did, she knows him better than anyone.

“This has to be the greatest date I’ve ever been to.” He speaks without a second thought.

All those years Harry spent away from Jane were not going to be in vain. He was not going to neglect the feelings he still had for her. That affection he felt for her, only her. Harry shifts in his seat, this is not at all how he planned it, in a restaurant full of people on fucking Valentine’s day. It almost seemed like a tacky move.

But after all this time of pining for her, hating her and himself at times. Harry was brave enough, it was now or never, he didn’t want to wait any longer, not after his friends schemed and executed this soppy plan to bring the two soulmates together. Before she could take the final bite of dessert that Harry kindly left for her. The world stopped.

“I don’t want this to end...” Harry says with a dimpled smile she can’t look away from. “I’d like to take you out on a second date, a third, fourth, fifth. Believe me when I tell you, I have planned up to a thousand of them.” He takes her hand in his and can feel her pulse race along his own. The smile splits his face again, because he knows, he feels, he sees it in her beautiful eyes. “Janey, you’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to hold on to. I know there is a name for this emotion, I’ve written songs about it, but now I don’t think it’s a word big enough for us.”

She squeezes his hand and breaths out a laugh, tears of joy brimming out of her eyes. “Let’s call it love, until we come up with a better name for it.” Harry agrees and just then, Jane brings up his hand to her lips.

His skin tingles where she kisses him for the first time and he beams at her.

There’s a first for everything, and although it feels like it for Jane and Harry, this isn’t by any means the first time they confess their love for each other. It was always there, in every laugh they shared, every song they wrote together, every touch. It was on Harry’s unwavering devotion, on his impatience and selfless actions throughout the years.

They were bound to be together, their story didn’t begin on that initial blind date, it did years ago after he caught a glimpse of her shiny black hair on the morning she moved into the house across the street.

Harry drives her back to her new flat on the other side of the city, enjoying every minute of the long ride, happy to hear her ramble about her newest obsession with romantic novels and burst out laughing after Jane confesses that sometimes she doesn’t finish reading books she likes, just to pretend the story keeps going. With a quick kiss to the back of her hand he completely agrees.

No tale is more compelling than one that never ends.

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