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vampdes · 2 years

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helloooo im back and np btw!

also can i request a fluff/smut steve rogers x male reader x bucky barnes? he/they pronouns for the reader!

soo basically steve and bucky both has a crush on the reader, the reader also has a crush on the both of them. one day, they were training together and they (mostly the reader) just flirting while training together. and somehow that led to a confession. and when they finally finished the training and went to bath, together, it somehow led into sex akahkaj

im shit at explaining im so sorry

and for the kinks or othr info

captain/sir kink, pet names(doll, angel, etc), double penetration, spanking, shower sex, markings

oh yeah, sub bottom reader btw!

im sorry if this is alot and confusing!

also can i be 🗯 anon? and have a nice day/night!

─ 🗯

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; Steve Rogers x M! Reader x Winter Solider/Bucky Barnes

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ; uh, sex in a hot-tub. yeah? yeah. they're not five feet apart cause they're all gay !!<3

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ; NSFW: p.w.p, double penetration, drugging (aphrodisiac), captain/sir kink, pet names (doll, angel, etc), hot-tub sex, markings

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ; this is SO LONG, IM SORRU :(( but it's in detail nd enjoyable, i promise honey<3 this has a good plot, i actually like it so much<33 ALSO, I COULDNT ADD IMAGES 4 SOME REASON, IM GONNA CRY :((((

The planned '' hot-tub hangout only between us three because if the paparazzi catches us, we'll be in a scandal'' hangout between the three comrades were to commence at around. . right now, actually. [name] gathered his belongs, a towel was hung over his shoulder as he carried a tray filled with pastries from the local bakery that the trio enjoyed very much. The said trio had been flying from country to country on missions to stop Hydra, so why shouldn't they have small time by themselves?

Deep laughs and soothing conversation between the three could be found in the hot, foaming water as they mingled with each other comfortably. Steve's eyes were closed as his arms were rested on the sleek marble around them, '' Yeah right, like you stopped 'em. You were flirting with the doctor there [name]! He was married!'' Bucky explained their mission in (—) with a bright smile on his face as he rested in a comforting position. [name], on the other hand, only sat with his legs ankle-deep in the bubbling water, letting the breeze whiz by as he gnawed on a [f.flavor] cake-pop off of the tray he had bought. '' Awe, c'mon Bucky, you can't tell me he didn't look cute flustered! He looked like a strawberry, so cute!'' [name] gushed, a faint smile on his face as an endless conversation began.

Bubbling laughter filled the calm atmosphere, it was like the three had a red string tied between them, never losing a thread. A sweet, honey-like taste filled [name]'s senses, as he bit into a [f.fruit] roll, the taste wrapped itself around his tongue. The unfamiliar taste unknowingly coursing through his veins. '' Oh my god, what is this?'' He questioned, his sweet tooth now hurting like hell was dancing upon it.

'' What?'' Both of the men inquired, Steve opening his wary blue hues. '' My. . eugh, try this!'' He shoved the sweets in their mouths. A shaky feeling ran throughout [name]'s veins, all aiming for his cock. Bucky and Steve's heart beat rang throughout their ears, their normally baby blue and dark brown eyes becoming glossed over with the feeling of fiery lust, the burning passion soon became the aura in the trio's hangout.

' How did we get in such position?' The inquiry didn't cross [name]'s mind as his face was flushed, his body not being in his own control. '' Hah— Fuck, nngh!'' He cried out, the water plunging inside of him with every one of their combined thrusts. The feeling of [name] being stretched to his full ability was too much of a feeling to not enjoy.

'' You're doin' such a good job, angel. Bein' such a good cock whore for me 'n him, aren't you?'' Bucky spoke sweetly, prodding the tip of his dick at your prostate continuously, making the water slosh around your perky chest. '' Ah, yes! Y-es, Sir, ngh!, I am!'' You cried out, tears streaming down from your [e.color] hues, your face flushed a bright red. Steve's canines stabbed into your neck, erupting a lewd scream from your lips as you clawed as his back. '' Shh, be quiet, doll. Calm down, it's not like we're harming you or anythin'.'' He whispered softly, licking the bleeding wound with his slicky tongue. He elicited a moan from you when he did such a disgraceful action.

Steve seemed so shy and nervous most of the time, it didn't cross your mind that he'd been doing such harmful acts towards your body. The markings, most turning purple after he gruesomely '' nibbled'' on your skin, leaving bite mark surrounding your body, mainly your chest. The mesmerizing thought of pulling a moan from your mouth by just biting, sucking, even sliding his tongue across your perky nipples made his body go at such an animalistic speed your body started going into a numbing state. Bucky, however, didn't like you having all your attention on him. He found such an action as. . favoritism.

'' Wai-! Gah, Ah! Hah! Please! Fffuck!'' Your continous pleads and begs for the two to slow down, stretching your soon-to-be gaping hole more that humanly possible. The animalistic pace the two were going at, being competitive with each other, seeing who can show you the most immense pleasure in a matter of seconds. It was as if you weren't being thrashed around like a doll between the two.

'' Captain! Please, s-low do-wn!'' You begged, tears flourishing down your cheeks as he paid your pleas no mind. He hungrily took you lips in a lustful kiss, sliding his tongue across yours, hot, sticky saliva being mixed. Not even a breath after the intense kissing session with Steve, Bucky captured your lips, as if he was claiming you as his, and only his. Choked sobs of pleasure came from you, your high coming down from your body as your vision become quite blurry. A hot substance was shot inside of you, your stomach feeling warm. They didn't stop; they were going to make sure you knew who you belonged too, no matter the cost.

#♥ — iisakume !!#♡ — requests !!#anons !!#💬 anon !!#steve rogers x male reader #captain america x male reader #steve rogers #marvel x male reader #male reader #x male reader #x male reader smut #male reader smut #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes x male reader #🎟️⎯ saku.writes !!<3

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heretherebedork · 2 years

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can you explain your mutual pinning post with each pairing? i'm interested to hear your thoughts

I knew I should have included explanations! lol, but yes. Of course.

Mutually unhealthy: LeoFiat

So! They're both entirely codependent and deeply unhealthy in their investment in the other person to the point of being basically non-functional if separated and never being able to handle any time apart. It's wonderful, I love it, one of my favorite fictional relationship vibes but it ain't healthy.

Mutually healthy: MekBoss

This is probably a bit debatable? But, honestly, Mek and Boss both handled their friendship through pining very well and stayed close friends despite sharing feelings and even through Boss getting a girlfriend and they seemed like a pair of friends that could have stayed friends no matter what. Love them.

Unmututally healthy/uhhealthy: AkkTheo

Akk was handling everything fairly healthily and working up to his confession and Theo spent the entire time manipulating him and trying to get him jealous in a plan that my father described as a good way to get himself dumped by his friend entirely.

Trauma-based: Jin Yu Zhen x Shi Lei

Yeah, the only reason this was mutual pining is because Yu Zhen was super traumatized from his ex leaving and couldn't handle any of it. Shi Lei would have jumped in with both feet and repeatedly tried to, honestly.

Fear Based: TaeSeong x Haebom

TaeSeaon is TERRIFIED of losing HaeBom and HaeBom is terrified of hurting the people he loves and they're both made of fear and love and want and need and sadness and I love them way too much, okay?

Absolute Insanity: NueaToh

... Dear lord have y'all seen them? They're a 15/10 and rising. I don't think this needs more explaining.

Arranged Marriage Gone Wrong but Also Right: LianKuea

They love each other very much but can't communicate to save their lives. It's the perfect arranged marriage in that there is so much love but the complete lack of communication is the wrong part. They'll get there.

Pity and Duty: YiDiao

I mean, Diao and Yi are both in love with each other but Yi can't see that love through the pity, guilt and duty he feels towards Diao while Diao just loves him. This one is gonna hurt so much, y'all.

This Story Fell Apart: AueAek

... The show failed them.

Closeted: WinWit

I mean, their biggest issues came from the time period and the need to be closeted and to fear coming out and to fear being gay and they never did come out, never had that chance until after death. But their love took so long because they just couldn't do it.

Too Soft To Confess: WinTops

I mean... literally this entire series was just them being way too soft and too sweet to manage an actual confession until the very end. Anyone less sweet would have spoken up LONG ago.

Bullying: IttPai

Itt loved Pai and bullied him in a very 'pulling pigtails' kind of way and Pai loved Itt but wanted to stop because he was being bullied. And it could have been done so much better. I will never stop being bitter about this, fyi. SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

#mutual pining #pining #thai drama #thai series #bl drama #thaibl #thai bl #enchante #hidden love #my engineer #my gear and your gown #ingredients the series #bite me #secret crush on you #don't say no #be loved in house: i do #cherry blossoms after winter

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hogwartstoalexandria · 3 years

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Haley/Aaron, Haley&Aaron and Aaron/Dave

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Thinking big thoughts about Aaron and Haley being each other's beards. Coming out to each other after drama club one night, trembling and awkward and scared that what they need to say will hurt this person who has grown to be so important to them, yet not in the way they initially thought.

Thinking about Haley's eyes going wider and wider as she tries to say the words, and Aaron beats her to it— "I think I'm gay—" and she splutters and for a moment he thinks this is it, this was monumental mistake, but then Haley's laughing, and while he's confused, he also knows she wouldn't make fun of him right now so he frowns until she laughs again but this time there are words in her chuckling—

"I'm gay too."

Thinking about the two of them growing up in a southern US state, knowing full well the kind of looks, and even dangers they'd be exposed to if they came out. Thinking about Aaron's trauma as he pulls down his sleeves tighter around his arms and shudders to think of what his father would say, or do to him if he knew. Thinking about the two of them exploring quietly, and telling each other everything about it, from the first same-gender kiss they exchanged, to going to second base, to messy break-ups that no one but her/him can ever know about.

Thinking about the two of them deciding that this "fake" relationship of theirs is as good as any marriage they could enter, because there's nothing fake about how much Aaron loves Haley, about how much Haley loves him, how much they rely on and admire each other. How much support they give one another. So they get married, even though nothing has changed, still queer as ever— it's their secret, for now.

Thinking about the two of them watching spy movies as they eat ramen entirely too late to qualify for dinnertime, Aaron sitting cross- legged and Haley sitting with her back to the armrest, her socked feet under his thigh. Thinking about Haley thirsting loudly as yet another gorgeous actress is shown flirting with her target on screen, and Aaron laughing to himself, but blushing when his own crush enters the scene, and Haley knows, but she lets him be.

They're more than best friends, love each other to hell and back, but eventually they need more, they need that truth they told each other years ago, and one-night stands just don't work anymore.

Haley's the first to notice Aaron's feelings for his BAU partner, and again, she stays quiet until their obliviousness makes her crazy enough to glare at both Aaron and Dave one night he comes over for dinner and she levels with Aaron's questioning glance when she sighs— "You haven't told him yet, have you?" She says it just quietly enough that Dave can't hear over the sound of the music and the water running as she washes a glass for herself — they have a limited amount of dishes, so what — and she almost laughs when Aaron just frowns at her.

"About what?"

"Dumb isn't your best look, Aaron," she turns back to her glass long enough to find a towel to dry it with, and then raises an eyebrow at him, "If you're not ready to tell him how you feel, you can at least tell him about us, so the poor guy isn't quite as confused. Deal?"

It takes him a minute to react, but then he nods, and Haley smiles. They join Dave again, and after a while, Haley excuses herself to bed. Their apartment is small enough that she puts music on in the bedroom to give them more privacy, and falls asleep thinking of her own crush on that girl at work, grinning to herself when she once again thinks about how her dark hair and dark eyes are so much like Aaron's, and yet every bit as different, because she's a woman, and damn, she's so gay. Now that she pushed Aaron to make his move, she'll have no excuses when it comes to making her own— he won't let her come up with any either, she knows.

~~~

AU I might write at some point. I went with Dave here, because timeline, but I can see this at any point with Derek, or Spencer even, if these two decide that their bff marriage is too comfortable to let go of for that long.

#marie writes #my headcanons #hotchley beards #hotchley #aaron hotchner x haley hotchner brooks #aaron hotchner x david rossi #hossi #hotch/rossi #criminal minds #marie posts

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kiribakuficrecs · 3 years

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hello!!! im going on a very long trip at the end of april and I'm looking for some very long fics to download to keep me entertained! i dont care what they're about as long as there's no major character death or mentions of non-con. ur blog is a godsend ilysm and you do such a good job thank you so much 🙏

hi there!! i definitely have a lot of good lengthy fics i can recommend to you!

quote love unquote by newamsterdam

Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”

“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.

“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”

When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.

acceptance and denial by poteto

It all goes okay when Kirishima decides to come out to his friends and it all goes wrong when decides that Bakugou is the best fake boyfriend material.

cause the darks not taking prisoners tonight by imatrisarahtops

“Are those soba noodles?” Kirishima asked.

Again Bakugou’s only reply was a grunt. He offered no further explanation—not that Kirishima honestly expected one—as though making soba noodles from scratch at half past four in the morning wasn’t at all a bizarre occurrence and made complete and total sense. For a fleeting moment, Kirishima even wondered if maybe he was the odd one here. Besides, he’d already decided it was generally not in his best interest to question these types of things with Bakugou, especially when it was something essentially harmless.

When Kirishima has a nightmare and is unable to fall back asleep, he accepts defeat and decides to study in the common area of the dorms. What he doesn't expect to find is Bakugou, also very much awake, and Kirishima can't help but think that maybe they're both having the same problems with sleeping. If he's worried, it's just because they're friends. (Right?)

the weight of your hand by kamin

That night, to the citizens, the explosions were a jolt of fear at every blast, but to the heroes and the students of UA, they were punches and swings, fierce fighting and loud strength. The explosions were the pulse of the battle, and the power of a boy that would never back down.

One after another, explosions set a chorus through the shuddering city.

And then, suddenly—the explosions stopped.

(In which Bakugou’s kidnapping goes a little differently, and just a few seconds could change so much.)

so take my hand (your life will be brighter) by multiclassmaps

When a stranger shows up at the ice rink during Bakugou's usually private training sessions, Bakugou expects to hate him. He doesn't expect to develop feelings that become increasingly difficult to deny, or for them to help each other sort through their emotional baggage. - Bakugou really didn't like Kirishima's smile. There was something about it that made his stomach hurt, something about it that made it difficult to focus. He definitely hadn't thought about that smile on his way to the ice rink that day. He definitely hadn't.

distance makes the heart grow fonder (false) by dragontrappedinhumanskin

When Bakugo and Kirishima get hit by a quirk that forces them to literally stick together or face the less then desirable consequences, how the fuck is Bakugo supposed to keep his crush hidden?! Well, turns out he never needed to.

-- “Well, this fucking sucks, how are we supposed to train?!” "Really closely?"

perihelion by tauontauoff

Bakugou was a comet, blazing out of reach. Kirishima knew he was stupidly lucky that his furious trajectory went by close enough that his fingertips got to graze the cowl of fire. It was enough.

During Christmas Class 1A and 1B spend a laid-back week learning about extreme environment hero work in the Alps. Kirishima was used to keeping part of his feelings for Bakugou hidden, and had every intention of keeping it that way, but things don't always go according to plan.

fight me by mr_todoroki

Bright red, spiky hair. Annoyingly bright smile. Clothes that radiate ‘look at me’ vibes. Neon yellow tank top with black shorts. And those were definitely crocs on his fucking feet.

Yeah, Katsuki hated this guy.

Bakugou gets a new roommate.

quietly by chezka

“We’ve been taking the same way to and from school for weeks,” Kirishima grinned, and then when Bakugou frowned at him he put on an affected pout, tilted his head so that he was looking at him through his thick, long lashes, “you never noticed? Am I that easy to miss?”

He could barely finish the sentence before a laugh escaped his lips, and Bakugou rolled his eyes, hit him with a shoulder a little more violently than necessary.

“You stick out like a sore thumb, broom-head,” he grumbled, promptly ignoring Kirishima's whining about his hairstyle when it started coming, “I didn’t notice ‘cause I didn’t care.”

“And now you do?”

everyone knows that cats are independent by purplepersnickety

Eijirou enjoys his job, working the graveyard shift at a 24/7 coffee shop. His daemon Riot is always there to keep him company, and he likes meeting the early-morning patrons and giving them the best possible kick-start to their day. It's been his routine for about a year now.

Then one day, a grouchy guy with a daemon in the form of a lion walks into the shop in the dead of night, and Eijirou decides to strike up a conversation with him.

punks not dead by wrunic

“So you want to use me to piss off your mom?” Kirishima summarized, raising one pierced eyebrow at Katsuki.

“Look, if you want to be all fucking judgy about it, I take cash,” Katsuki said, dropping his hand palm up on the table.

“Hey now,” Kirishima said, raising his hands in surrender, “I didn’t say I wasn’t doing it. I’m always down for a little chaos.” He flashed a grin, showing off his ridiculous shark teeth.

“Good,” Katsuki said. “We start tomorrow."

sent, delivered, read, loved by kiribakuhappiness

Kirishima E. [6.49pm]: ur okay for such an angry dude bakugou! :)

Bakugou K. [7.12pm]: FUCK YOU!

Kirishima E. [7.14pm]: haha! :D ttyl!

Bakugou K. [7.48pm]: FUCKING WHAT DO THOSE DUMB LETTERS MEAN???

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: I JUST LOOKED IT UP DONT FUCKING TALK TO ME LATER!

Bakugou K. [7.52pm]: STOP TXTING ME!!!

- OR -

Bakugou's and Kirishima's relationship develops from classmates to friends to more, as told through their text conversations.

flicker by mr_todoroki

He was starting to feel depressed. Life was so uninteresting. It was so mundane and forgettable. He had no one to hang out with besides Kota, his family didn’t even live in the city.

He grew his hair out as some sort of rebellion, some sort of stand to make his life the slightest bit more interesting. But he could already feel himself giving in to the pressure of cutting it. He needed to work to live. Without a job, he’d truly have nothing.

Kirishima never applied to UA, therefore never became a hero.

let’s get down to business by kjelfalconer

Katsuki Bakugou, one of the brightest rising stars on wall street, is in need of a new personal assistant. Again. Could Eijirou Kirishima finally be the one to last more than two months?

Katsuki's long suffering HR department sure hope so.

something about us by bigstupidjellyfish

nothing like being in highschool and having no idea how to deal with emotions

fireproof by inkbender

Four years after a classmate nobody seems to remember is kidnapped by the League of Villains, Kirishima drags an amnesiac hobo he found washed up on the beach into his apartment, attempts to teach him how to adult (with varying degrees of success), and discovers along the way that the line between heroism and villainy is quite fine indeed. Plot-divergent after episode 45, the Forest Training Camp arc.

blood riot by magicallee (alternatively)

Kirishima from a universe with no quirks is mind-swapped with an alternate universe version of himself where there are superpowers.

And in that universe he’s a super villain.

And Bakugou is the superhero who caught Evil-Kirishima and put him in prison.

blindside by drowclericpelor

“You’re the first guy friend I’ve had that I can just like, be friends with. You’re either the most unthirstiest boy ever...” Camie shrugged and made another wobbly illusion appear between her hands. It looked like a sparkly rainbow with the word ‘friendship’ beneath it, accompanied by what Bakugou assumed was supposed to be a twinkling sound effect, but it had a tinny quality to it and sounded far away. “...or I just ain’t got the kinda straw you like to ssssip.”

Carefully, Bakugou considered the strange turn this conversation had taken.

He had never been asked, point blank, if he was gay before. And he honestly had never thought about how he would respond. Lying about himself didn’t sit right with him. But he’d always wanted to wait until he was the number one hero - when he stood above everyone else - before coming out. Though he’d had times when he’d thought about doing it before then and had almost gone through with it once. But being the number one hero came first. It wouldn’t matter what people would say about it then as long as he’d risen to the top.

Bakugou knew his lack of a response would give Camie all the answers she needed.

flour power by wingsonghalo

“I’m telling you now, Shitty Hair,” the blonde growled, “I am not gonna play house with you. We will cart this stupid flour around for a week like the assignment says. But some of our idiot classmates are naming the thing and setting up ‘playdates’ and dressing it and I am not doing anything that stupid. Got it?”

Kirishima and Bakugou are paired up to take care of a flour sack for a week. It would be so simple, except nothing with Bakugou is ever simple. Also Kirishima might be kinda sorta completely head over heels for him.

sunchaser by chonideno

that feeling when you suddenly want to jump off a cliff for no reason but instead of a cliff it’s your best friend and instead of jumping it’s growing feelings out of nowhere

or how Bakugou has to try really hard not to throw everything to the wind, and Kirishima doesn't help

i also have a tag specifically for fics that reach somewhere between 30k-70k words long if you wanted to check that out as well! i hope you enjoy the fics here and that i was able to help, ily enjoy your trip!!! :D

#kiribaku fic rec #kiribaku #answered

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 4 years

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The Best Things ~ J.V. (part 12)

A/n: I would like to apologize for not marking warnings on each part like I should have been. I get too excited to post and skip over them on accident. I’ll do my best to add them from here on! Also, I was adding the warnings as I wrote but then they didn’t save so I tried to remember them as best I could. If I forgot anything, I sincerely apologize.

Warnings: Recounting past trauma (physical abuse, homophobia), explicit talk of death, badly handling others’ trauma, light smut (foreplay: slapping, choking, degradation, daddy kink, handcuff restraining, brat/dom dynamic, punishing, teasing, masterbation)

Word Count: 5200+

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The air was so thick with tension that a knife could have cut through it. No matter how much Harley was fighting his instincts to lounge and be himself - the self Jeremiah was used to, at the very least - he felt like he had to be the self he used to be. The one Bruce was expecting. Jeremiah knew Harley was trying too hard, and Jeremiah was far too easy to read - which meant that Bruce knew too. So Harley sat there trying to behave and Bruce sat there brimming with suspicion and pain and hesitation and Jeremiah sat between the two boys, wishing this had never happened and he could just escape the two brothers who seemed seconds from either running or fighting.

Echo, as if sent from God, walked into the room with a pitcher of water. They were at Jeremiah's instead of Wayne manor as Harley had absolutely no intention of being back there or anywhere near Alfred. The butler was far too good at accepting change, which meant that the man might pick up on the fact that Harley was no longer Y/n and the whole thing would fall apart. Honestly, it seemed like so much work. Harley wasn't sure why this plan was so important but Jerome was feeding off of it so Harley did it anyway because he'd said he would. If this is where Jerome lead, Harley would follow.

"So," Echo cut into the silence as she walked around pouring drinks. "How is everyone this evening?"

Harley smiled at her, amused. She was poorly hiding a sort of awkward expression that was dashed with a little humor. She was mocking them in her head; Harley could almost hear what she was thinking. A bunch of dumb boys sitting around a table unable to swallow their pride. Idiots. "Oh you know," Harley mumbled casually, shrugging. "Indulging." He motioned to his food but his words were obviously directed at the ambiance.

"Having a good time?" Echo asked.

"Not at all," Harley immediately answered with the same casual, chipper tone. Jeremiah choked on his drink as he laughed at the exchange. The humor delivered saltiness in Harley's voice and the passive aggressive mocking in Echo's had always been an exchange that could make Jeremiah chuckle at least a little. Echo and Harley were very good at banter and it lightened the mood significantly every time they went at it. After all, it was just in good fun. Bruce seemed to relax as a smile curled everyone else's lips. "So... Harley." His lips seemed to want to reject the name.

Harley's smile dropped. Hearing Bruce call him that made him uncomfortable. Not just because he was nervous about Bruce not calling him Y/n as he had all up until this point but because he had cut Bruce out of this new life very purposefully and now... he was in it anyway. "Yes?"

Echo sighed and left the room as she sensed Harley jerk back, even with her attempt to loosen everyone up. Jeremiah focused on his food. Bruce looked at Harley but Harley did not look back, instead choosing to stare at the door Echo had gone through. "Why Harley?"

That was an easy question. "When I was in Arkham, a few of the guards used to beat the shit out of me every single day to try and convince me to be straight." Harley looked Bruce in the eye when he said this, completely calm. He had long since gotten over it. "They even put me in isolation to keep me away from people who might protect me or care about me."

"Jerome." Bruce didn't form it like a question.

Harley answered anyway. "Yes. But see this is a smaller world than everyone thought and my therapist, Harleen Quinzel, became my friend instead. She's like me, but for girls." Bruce nodded, accepting that. "They couldn't kill me without having to mark me as a loss. That and they'd have lost their punching bag. To teach me a lesson, they killed her. And then made sure the TV that was never supposed to be on the news would be on the news, on just the channel and at just the time that would allow me to see her bloody, bruised, cold, dead body strewn out for the public to see. And no one gave a single shit because no crimes in Gotham get solved unless someone important is involved. And even then- well, you know first hand."

Bruce's expression grew very dark. "I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't," Harley purred, still eating as if he was talking about the weather.

Jeremiah has stopped eating. "People are really like that?" His voice was small and his eyes moved to Bruce, his hands tightening around his silverware as if picturing Bruce's face cold and dead and staring at him through a TV. Bruce felt his eyes and looked back to Jeremiah, but the red head averted his gaze to Harley instead. "I mean, people really act like that just because of... how someone loves?"

Harley nodded, swallowing the food in his mouth. It tasted like sand but he kept eating it. It made him feel powerful to while the others in the room had forgotten their food altogether. Although... Perhaps he hadn't chewed it as well as he thought because it felt as if it had gotten stuck somewhere along the way. A thick lump had lodged for a second and a sick feeling had settled in the bottom of his stomach. He hadn't thought about that image in so long... the daily bearings and the isolation and the one ray of light he'd gotten being extinguished and displayed because he had dared to be himself and therefore allowed her to do the same. Because they were different than how most people were.

"Do you know who did it?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah." That didn't seem to be the answer Bruce was expecting. "This isn't great table conversation," Harley eased, changing the subject. "But that is why I go by Harley. Do you like it?"

Bruce shrugged. "Do you still go by Wayne?"

Internally, Harley sighed. "Harley Quinn."

At that Bruce nodded. "You're not coming back are you?"

Harley laughed dryly. "You're not very good at casual, light conversation are you Brucey?"

"Don't call me that," Bruce snapped, body going stiff.

Rolling his eyes, Harley sat back in his seat. "Why not?" It came out harsher than Harley had meant it.

Meeting hostility with hostility, Bruce got angry as well. "Because that's what Jerome called me, and after how many times he tried to kill me it's not a name I like."

"Get over it," Harley sneered. "It's just a name and we're in Gotham. Trauma is kind of a part of life here. Adapt or get trampled."

Bruce jerked back. "Get over it? Since when are you...?" He trailed off, as if hesitating, before his face set and he finished his sentence with a much harder tone. "Like Jerome."

Harley felt his knuckles turn white. "Stop saying that like it's a bad thing." "It is!" Bruce hissed.

Harley shot to his feet, dropping his silverware on the table. Jeremiah flinched but Harley didn't notice. Bruce did. "Look, Jerome is fucked up and dark and broken. He doesn't have a grip on reality or know how to human because he wasn't fucking treated like one. He killed people. He was crazy and insane and unhinged and dangerous. Yeah! You know what else he was? He was understanding and accepting. He got why people lived their lives differently than he did and didn't really judge anyone, ever. He thought they were boring and chose to live differently, sure, but he lived to make people laugh and have fun. Maybe his sense of fun was fucked up, but he genuinely just wanted people to laugh along with him for once. He didn't hide who he really was. He wasn't ashamed. He didn't shun me and shove me in a corner and try to change me. He accepted who I was. He CELEBRATED me. I'd rather be with him than at this stupid fucking dinner or anywhere near you because I'm not some poor gay boy who needs saving. I'm strong and I matter and I FINALLY love myself, and you won't ever take that away from me because you see self respect and see Jerome because no one taught you that you are more important than everyone else. I refuse to sit here and let you try and turn me into some pathetic whiny brooding mess who's never happy because my priorities are fucked up. I won't be you. That isn't my goal anymore."

The room was dead quiet. For a long time, no one said anything. The brothers just stared each other down until Bruce shook his head. "Perhaps this was a bad idea."

Jeremiah pinched the bridge of his nose. "You guys are idiots." The other two in the room looked at the red head with shock. "My brother is dead, and honest to god it's a relief that he is. He's out of my life and I'm safe from him. I never had the chance to have a real relationship with him. I used to read the newspaper about your family and think that you guys were some kind of dream. Two brothers that loved each other despite everything and parents that were like... actually good people on any level." He sighed. "Obviously I was wrong. You're too busy trying to make him how he used to be." This he directed at Bruce. "And you're too busy hurting and bottling up your emotions and pushing everyone away to let anyone care about you or see the real you." This was for Harley. Jeremiah didn't stop when both other boys went to speak though. "Just shut up and make this work because you guys are the only true family you each have left. Harley, you grew up and I have to say you wear your changes very well. You're happier and sturdier and if someone isn't happy about that then they're insane. Right, Bruce?"

The Wayne boy hesitated before giving in. "Yeah. I am happy for you. I should have started with that. I just... I'm scared for you."

"Why?" Harley demanded, exasperated.

"Because I don't want you to become Jerome. I don't want you to end up like that. I don't want you to be some criminal, when you used to be the best person I knew. You said your life goal used to be being like me? No. I wanted so much to be like you. You couldn't speak about a huge part of you, but you accepted it with the knowledge no one else ever would. I refused to even look at the fact that I'm attracted to guys until you and Jerome got together and then..." his eyes shot to Jeremiah and then back. "Things happened and- and you were always so bright and happy and free. Like a bird in flight or- something." He shook his head. "You were inspiring, Y/n. Seeing you like this... it looks like you've been broken. And I just want to bring back that light you had before. When you seemed so much happier."

"I'm not broken." Harley looked at the boy who was supposed to be his brother. The boy who used to be his best friend before one lie after another had pulled them further and further apart until they were on completely opposite sides. Secrets had torn their relationship up into so many little bits it could never be repaired. They were just too different now. "I'm not lost or struggling. I'm just not... sitting there and pretending all the bad things aren't happening. The friends I have now actually like and respect me as a person, not just because I'm Y/n Wayne. I'm myself, proudly, and I wear my experiences as a reminder of what I can endure. Things hurt less. What you see isn't some poor boy waiting to be saved. It's darkness. And maybe that scares you, because you're used to hiding your darkness. But darkness, Bruce, isn't a bad thing. Darkness is what makes us who we are. Like everything it can be used as a weapon, but Darkness itself isn't dangerous. What you do with it is."

Bruce considered that for a long time. "That... is a good point."

Jeremiah released a breath. "So... truce?" The boys looked at each other before shrugging. Harley sat back down. Jeremiah seemed pleased. "Okay, now lets talk about something a little more pleasant."

"So you mean literally anything other than what any of us have been up to recently?" Harley sassed. Jeremiah shot him a look. "Okay fine whatever." He searched for some light conversation. "So you guys are like boyfriends now or what?"

That seemed to make Bruce and Jeremiah both blush and the air in the room cleared significantly. Harley pulled off being cheery and invested as he teased and prodded and asked questions and engaged. Things almost seemed like they used to be when Bruce and Y/n would sit with their parents and Bruce mentioned a girl and Y/n would go off about how he was going to be the best man or the world would surely end... but Harley wasn't Y/n and Jeremiah wasn't their parents. This wasn't Wayne Manor and as good of a server as Echo was, she wasn't a butler. She wasn't Alfred.

Under the light tone, Harley formed a plan. A plan he carried out as he and Bruce began to hang out more and more as time passed that night and stretched for a while. Jerome became nocturnal in favor of being awake when Harley finally returned at home. The boys would spend some time together and then sleep and then Harley would wake up and go out and spend time with Bruce and Jeremiah again. Slowly the time with the other boys began to cut into Harley's time with Jerome and both he and Harley were getting restless. They'd begun arguing about it.

"Stay in tonight," Jerome whined.

"Bruce wants me to come back to Wayne manor tonight." Harley sighed, an odd expression on his face. "I've finally earned his trust and am getting along with him - as much as it pains me. I think Jeremiah is talking to him when I'm not around, convincing him to behave and respect my boundaries. He calls me Harley and has stopped expecting me to be the person I used to be. I don't know, I think he'll be enough to convince Alfred though I might have to try a tad harder." He rubbed his forehead. "Soon I'm sure I'll be chummy with them again and that'll definitely lead to interacting with all of Bruce's friends - which will be a whole other adventure of its own."

Jerome huffed. "If you're going back to Wayne manor, won't Bruce want you to move back in?"

The thought had occurred to Harley if he was being honest. Where did he draw the line in being buddy buddy with his brother again? Where did he stop things? How far did Jerome want him to go? "Probably," Harley voiced, shrugging. There was a long pause. Jerome was more guarded than he usually was and it set Harley on edge. When the red head did speak, it was in a dangerously quiet tone. "Would you go?"

"W- would you want me to?" Harley was distracted by the way Jerome's Adam's Apple moved when he swallowed.

Jerome hummed. "So this is still about what I want?"

That made Harley defensive. "You think I'm dealing with my arrogant brother because I want to?" It had a biting edge to it.

"And what about my brother?" Jerome pushed.

Now Harley was confused. "Jerome I did all of this for you. To convince them you were dead so you'd be free to have some free time and then make your grand entrance whenever you wanted to. I did this because you asked me to." Jerome rolled his eyes. "You've been gone a lot. You come home... lighter. You enjoy your time with them."

"I'm sorry, you WANT me to come home miserable?" Harley sneered, his hands coiling into fists.

Jerome's eyes darkened. Harley realized what was happening. Before he could react, Jerome's hand shot out, fingers curling around Harley's throat. Jerome pressed his boyfriend against the closest wall, his face close and words sharp like knives. "You're getting angry again. Talking to me like that, as if I'm one of our dumb brothers or that blonde idiot Jeremiah carries around. You might have been gone for a while now, but SURELY not long enough to have forgotten to respect me."

Harley gasped, eyes fluttering closed. Jerome's grip wasn't dangerous but it could go that way if Harley wasn't careful. Jerome only ever got like this when he was frustrated. Usually when he was bored and wanted to do something other than sit around. To be fair, he was cooped up which was something he HATED to be. He hated feeling trapped. And on top of that Harley had been spending less and less time around the place. It was a miracle the redhead had behaved so long. Harley had spent more nights with Jeremiah, talking to Bruce so late into the night and fake catching up and playing nice that it was just easier for them both stay at Jeremiah's. Alfred had even gotten used to a simple text from Bruce letting the older man know where he was and that he was safe. If Bruce wasn't home by 10pm Alfred had come to expect that he wouldn't be back at all. It had become a sort of habit.

Perhaps Harley had been a tad neglectful.

He sighed, letting his guard down and releasing all the tension he'd gained from being around Bruce. Jerome didn't deserve this. "I'm sorry, you're right." Jerome didn't let up. "Oh so you shoot me puppy dog eyes and say sorry and that's supposed to be it?" Harley could feel his insides warming as Jerome grew closer, the air in the room slowly becoming infected with sexual tension. The sudden mood change was hard for Y/n to switch gears to, even though he was immediately eager. "You've forgotten who you belong to."

"I-"

Jerome's hand tightened on Harley's throat, cutting off any attempt to speak. "What was that?" Harley coughed a little as the initial shock took him off guard. His eyes fluttered but he could still breathe which is what mattered. "Come on, Harley. Come on, Y/n." Harley jerked at the name. "Is that what you want me to call you? Is that who you want to be?"

Harley wasn't dealing with that shit. His body jerked, arms wrapping around Jerome. He pulled hard, twisting to turn Jerome around so he'd have to let Harley go, or risk hurting his arm. As predicted, Jerome let go. Harley twisted their bodies with extreme force, pushing Jerome's face into the wall aggressively. "What the fuck did you call me?" He growled. The words were raw from his throat being a little sore. It made Jerome smile. "Answer me. Now." Harley let his free hand thread into Jerome's hair. He pulled, the red head squirming underneath him as it began to hurt. "I said, now."

"I called you Y/n," Jerome answered softly. His tone was half reluctance and half defiance. He didn't want to answer Harley like he'd been told to, but saying the name again did give him power.

Harley leaned back, pulling Jerome away from the wall just by his hair. He dragged him over to the bed. "Kneel. Now." Jerome was giggling as Y/n hurt him, getting off on the pain. "NOW, Valeska!" Jerome smirked, taking his precious time with following the order. When he was down, Y/n maneuvered his face into the bed. "Stay there. If you move, I will know and you will be punished. I will be back in a moment." He left Jerome there, ducking out of the bedroom to the trunk in the bathroom, shoved in the closet. He opened it, pushing around some things they'd collected in their time together. This was the stuff they used when things got more kinky. Handcuffs Jerome had gotten from cops even before he and Y/n were together. Rope from a construction sight. Some things were specifically from sex stores - stolen of course.

Ignoring most of it, Harley grabbed the handcuffs and went back into the room. He returned to see Jerome had indeed moved. In fact he was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. He was smirking at Harley, a dare in his eyes. The red head seemed to be expecting Harley to lose his shit, but Harley didn't. Instead, he got very still, thinking. That seemed to actually make Jerome nervous.

Slipping the handcuffs into his back pocket, Harley slowly approached Jerome. His eyes cut into Jerome's soul, his jaw so tightly shut that Jerome shivered. "What, you think you're going to look at me and-?"

Jerome didn't get to finish his sentence. Out of nowhere, unexpectedly, Harley backhanded Jerome, causing the sitting boy's head to snap to the side. The red head was shocked, but found his stomach twisting with the familiar sensation of arousal. This wasn't like when he was a kid. Harley was calm and controlled - even his hit was direct. There was a safety in the way that Harley controlled himself. Jerome didn't fear him. It left room to enjoy what was happening. Harley gripped Jerome's jaw, bringing the red head's brown eyes around to meet his. "What did I say when I left the room, Jerome?" Harley not using a pet name in a sexual situation made Jerome shift nervously. Was Harley actually mad? "You told me not to move."

Harley released a breath, smirking as he got turned on just by getting Jerome to answer his question without being pushed. When Jerome was being bratty, he refused Harley any amount of control. So when he let up even the smallest amount, it never failed to excite Harley. "And what did you do?" Unwilling to let Harley win twice in a row, Jerome shrugged. Harley slapped him again. The red head blinked, breathing sharply outward as he felt the stinging on his face. "I moved."

A hum came from Harley as he stood, crossing his arms. "You know I had to punish you for using the wrong name, but it was going to be pretty light. Now..." Jerome shivered under that look - like Harley was trying to figure just how to kill him. "I'm going to take your clothes off Jerome. If you fight me, you'll get immediate punishment do you understand?" Jerome nodded. Harley rose an eyebrow.

"Yes, Daddy."

That seemed to please Harley. He stopped glaring at least. First Harley removed Jerome's shirt. Then he gently nudged Jerome, and the redhead followed the flow and laid back on the bed. Harley then removed his pants, and his socks one at a time. Slowly. Jerome felt himself get antsy. "Do you want something, baby?" Harley asked evenly.

"I'm fine," Jerome responded.

Unfortunately for him, his erection gave him away. "You don't want me to do... anything?" Harley asked again, pausing to look at Jerome very carefully.

The redhead looked back for a long time, a battle happening between the two men. Jerome lost. "Jesus Christ Harley, touch me."

That got Harley to smile. "Ask nicely J, or I'm going to have to punish you." Jerome went to glare but Harley reached up, threading his fingers through Jerome's hair and pulling roughly. "Listen here bitch, I'm not here to mess around. You're going to listen to me or you're going to regret it, understand?" They had come a long way since having sex in a cell and trying to keep quiet. Back then, Harley had fumbled and blushed a lot and been overwhelmed very easily. Back then, Jerome would stretch out, getting comfortable as he bossed Harley around - a true power bottom. Or, he would top, and then he'd get very soft and quiet and affectionate... Well, compared to how he usually was when he was impossible to please and degrading to an extent that had driven Harley insane.

Now adays, things were different. There was a huge power play between the two men constantly, and endlessly pushing buttons. What would often happen was that Harley would be a bit of a brat but otherwise let Jerome blow off steam, unless it was a day that Jerome desperately wanted Harley to "take hold and ruin" him. A direct quote from the ginger. On those days, Jerome did what he did best: he kept talking. He said all the things he knew would piss off Harley the most, like calling him by his old name. He would make Harley snap and then Harley would retaliate exactly how he wanted.

Not today.

"Fuck, you're such a baby," Jerome grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I'm bored with you playing daddy, I already know all your moves and we both know that you're just going to give me what I want anyways. You're a soft top, Sweetheart." He was smirking, proudly flaunting the power he usually had over Harley.

Today though, Jerome had pushed him too much. After all the shit he'd gone through with Jeremiah and Bruce, hearing Jerome call him Y/n had pushed him in a way that had sent him over the edge. And if he was being honest, he had his own frustrations. He wanted to run free as much as Jerome did and break things and scream as loudly as he wanted and sock his stupid brother in his face any time he dare even mention Jerome's name in Harley's presence. He was tired of behaving. He was tired of feeling like some toy. He was tired of being used. He was really, REALLY fucking tired of being ignored, too.

Harley's smile was dangerous. Jerome looked at him, unsure of what was going through the other boy's head. "You know, you have a little too much attitude for someone who's currently desperate for me to touch him. You want something from me? You need to learn some respect." Harley reached over, grabbing Jerome's wrist and forcing it toward the top of the bed. It happened so fast that only when Harley had used one cuff to get Jerome's right hand, and then had threaded the second cuff through the bars at the head of the bed, did Jerome react.

"HEY!"

At the outburst, Harley didn't hesitate to slap Jerome again. The redhead gasped, body shivering. He would absolutely never admit it, but this kind of aggression had always turned him on, when he was comfortable with the person. He'd wanted someone to be like this with him for ages, but not many people were willing to go far enough to please Jerome Valeska. By the way Harley was looking at him right now, this time might be different.

"I didn't give you permission to speak. Granted, I didn't tell you to shut up either so I'll be forgiving, but if you shout at me one more time you will regret it." He gripped Jerome's other wrist, cuffing that as well. Now Jerome's hands were over his head, trapped by the cuffs and the bar. "If you want to say something, I want you to address me first. I will allow you to continue then. Or I will not." Jerome hesitated, then nodded, intrigued by this side of Harley even he had not the pleasure of exploring before.

What came next surprised Jerome. Harley didn't take him right there, rough and hot. He didn't move slowly around and tease until Jerome wa a desperate mess of begs and whimpers. Harley didn't touch him at all. In fact, he moved off of the bed completely. He left the room even, returning a moment with a chair. Only then did he undo his own clothes, only lowering his pants enough to allow himself access his erection. He didn't even pull his pants off all the way! Jerome felt completely exposed, tied up and naked for viewing pleasure, when Harley was so far away and completely dressed.

To Jerome's intense frustration, Harley sat down on the chair and began stroking himself, eyes on Jerome. Harley's eyes were wide and lust blown, his tongue flicking out every once in a while to wet his lips. After a while, his eyes fluttered shut and his head tilted back just a little as a small moan came from him.

Jerome shifted. He was getting uncomfortable with how long he'd been hard without being touched, and watching Harley be like this was not helping. Jerome really liked to be involved in sexual acts. He had gotten rather pouty anytime Harley was caught masterbating, and there had been an unspoken rule that Harley didn't really restrain Jerome for stuff like this. If Harley wanted to be touched, Jerome would touch him. They both preferred it that way. This was ridiculous, and frankly rude. Jerome wasn't going to give Harley the upper hand. This was a low blow and he wasn't going to let Harley get away with it.

As Harley continued though, getting more into it and completely ignoring Jerome, it was becoming increasingly hard to keep his mouth shut. Trying to play it off like he didn't care as much as he did, Jerome finally spoke up. It had seemed an eternity for him, but it had actually only been a few seconds and Harley had to swallow his smile to not give himself away. "Okay Harley, very funny. Let me touch you. I'm sorry I called you the other name. You know I can do this better than you can. Let me out." When Harley continued to ignore Jerome, the cuffed ginger raised his voice. "LET ME OUT!"

"Why?" Harley growled, eyes finally on Jerome again. "Because you told me to? Because you asked me to?" He stood, pulling his pants up again. "I'm not your little bitch Jerome, you're mine. You want to kill someone? Fine. You want to steal or break something? Fine! But you don't call me by that name. You don't mess with me, because I'm all you got. If you want me to leave, you ask like a big kid."

Jerome's lips twitched, slowly rising into a smile. "Are you actually mad at me?"

Harley grinned. "No, not really." They both cracked up, losing it for a few extended seconds. Then Harley cut off and Jerome faded into quiet, soft chuckles as Harley began to speak. "I respect you, J. My little joker." He moved towards the bed, caressing Jerome's cheek. The ginger leaned into the touch, his eyes closing. He fed off of the contact, as if it was a drug or he was starving and the gesture fed him. Harley smiled softly. "You gotta respect me too. You don't have to piss me off to get me to break you, joker. All you have to do is ask me nicely, like a good boy. Do all the bad things you want. But not to me."

A sigh escaped Jerome, and then he finally gave in. "If I behave will you let me out? I want you to touch me. Please."

That pleased Harley. "That's what I wanted to hear." He leaned back a little, eyes scanning Jerome's exposed body. "I will let you out. And then it's time to play for real." His eyes glinted with a darkness that made Jerome jerk in expectation. Needless to say, Harley didn't disappoint.

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his father's son

ayoo back again. these are always so much fun to make because otherwise it's me just yelling at my ipad of everything i'm thinking while exercising and singing show tunes and that's never fun. basically, all of my thoughts while watching his fathers son. hi bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars

IS THIS WHAT I THINKI IT IS

KNIGHT RUNNING?

CAMELOT RED WITH THE CAPE FLUTTERING?

PLEASE

SAL;DFJSADLKFJASLDKFJASLDF

KNIGHT MERLIN

HE ACTUALLY LOOKS SO GOOD HOLY CRAP

ASLJSALFASD AND HIS FACE WHEN THEY FIGURE OUT THAT THAT THIS IS AN ATTACK

STOP THE EPISODE JUST STARTED 🥵🥵🥵

omg merlin is still wearing the cape wtf he looks so good pls bbc have mercy

go away now agravaine.

let me relish in the joy of merlin wearing a cape

damn

you're welcome for this btw 😎😎

stop 😭😭 not arthur thinking that he's not worthy

ok i wish knew arthur knew his destiny but also i know why he can't know but i just don't want him to be sad because he's doubting himself yk???

i actually hate agravaine actually stop i feel like it's harsh but drop dead please 🤪

arthur is so good he just wants peace. agravaine please stop you're making him doubt everything that he is

i wish arthur listened to merlin but after watching this ending i can appreciate it

'i can't just kill a man in cold blood' 🥺🥺

arthur don't push him away he's just trying to help 😪

merlin has his blankie 2x this episode and you better believe that i'm commenting both times

arthur is just. i feel so sad for him sometimes. he's still so young and he has to rule a country now and just-

i get why arthur is doing what he's doing and such but i'm still sad.

alskdjfaslkdfjasdf jeez arthur not knowing abt merlin's magic is just. wow this episode is starting off strong 🤪🤪

ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN 'stick to what you do know'. i mean. fine i'm just sad. SOMEONE TELL ME WHY I'M SO SAD SO EARLY ON IN THE EPISODE IT JUST GETS WORSE I NEED TO STOP

agravaine please leave now

ok that was hot how arthur walked in after the fact though. 'arthur pendragon. pop off'

arthur just wants peace i'm so sad he doesn't want to kill him but jsalkdfjsal;dkfjasdf

watching spn i watch the beheading a lot so i was expecting it but this is merlin haha

GWEN

WHY IS SHE THE BEST I ACTUALLY LOVE THEM TOGETHER. fvck you agravaine. actually die. please STOp

ok so merlin says 'dont push your friends' and while arthur says that he doesn't need anyone, at least he doesn't say that merlin isn't his friend. it's the little victories 😭

these castles are actually gorgeous

agaravaine please die now. stop

you manipulating arthur by claiming these things will make arthur into a good king is just making me so sad

fricken 'appropritate person' aalskdfj;alskdjfasldf

i literally just want arthur to be happy

dude i'm like 13 mins in and i'm angsting so hard over this

'a matter of the heart'🥺🥺

agaravaine die please :,)))))))

ok i'm so sad for arthur

he's still so young and he has the weight of his entire kingdom on his shoulders. he just wants to be a good king for his citizens and he wants peace and every good thing is just taken from him. he doesn't want to kill caerleon. he wants to marry gwen. and we have FREAKING AGARVAINE. this is why we can't have nice things.

ok the arthur using merlin as a punching bag transitively but also literally?? idk my head is blank. but like; merlin is letting himself be used as a punching bag and also it's his 'duty' to let arthur use him as a punching bag? idk idk thoughts?

stfu i don't want these white old men saying long live the king

pls chill

alright alright morgana

she is actually p good at getting onto annis's side so i'll give her props for that

oh shoot kneeling down to the queen? this is a power move but not a power move yk?

CLOAK

ok this is dumb but i love seeing merlin meander around with his little chores

ok what is bbc thinking when they have the "oh i'd never sleep in a bed with merlin" am i supposed to laugh? well i'm not. alrighty then

gwen :,) look at her in her pretty dress

you're breaking my heart right now arthur

you're BREAKING GWEN'S heart right now arthur

laksdjf;laskdfjasdlfkj I. JUST. WANT. THEM. TO. BE. HAPPY. please i need to read fanfic i'm angsting too hard over this

you tell him gwen. you're a badass and arthur is a sadass

i will not take gwen hate or slander

oh frick i was voted onto my school's hoco court so basically i had to walk across the football field and i felt so awkward and arthur walking down the step while everyone stares at him; i wonder if he feels as awkward as i did

LMAO 'he's not alone gwen' and pan to the arthur standing on a cliff alone?? pls

aw the domesticity 🥺

leon ruffling merlin's hair and that clink was such a good clink

where were these knights last episode. i'm suing

saj;flasjslad and arthur just loking at them fondly pls. he's so sweet i love him

'he's our king' that line makes me feel stuff

arthur sdfsd;as i just want him to be happy

MERLINS BLANKIE. WHY IS HE SO CUTE

bruh 💀 i laughed at the pure absurdity of him tripping over the tent

ok ok you know that vine 'two bros chilling in a hot tub 5 ft apart bc they're not gay?' that but 'two bros, chilling in 2 separate tents 5 ft apart bc they're not gay'

was- was that supposed to be a slap?

arthur is so earnest here and i love him he's the sweetest

sa;ldkfjsldfa arthur being protective over merlin

annis is such a badass. actually queen energy here. literally

merlin saying that they're friends again and arthur not denying it :,))))

these knights are so honorable

stfu agaravaine

'only one person who is just an honorable... ME' - arthur pendragon. HAHA sorry i cackled at this

agaravaine. i stg if you look at morgana like that i'll actually gank you

you absolute freak pervert person

alright ik morgana is evil and everything but i stan her improvement in magic

like- can merlin please get on with learning more magic??

as;dlfkjasdlfkja THE RING. dude i can't rn

merlin saying 'camelot needs you alive', i'm going to say yes.. but also if we swap out 'camelot' with 'i' then this is just a perfect insert line for fanfics :,)

THANK YOU OLD FRIEND. PLS you can't do this to me

aw when arthur asks if merlin is ready and merlin says ready

dude this episode is making me a lot more sad than it should

dude what is annis's champion. like look at his shoes??? they're leather?? literally stab him in the foot and we're golden.

youre welcome for the feet pics ;)

ok idk abt you guys but i can't write fight scenes with swords that well so i just base fights off tv and stuff and if you want inspo this is a great fight to write

legit the first battle with arthur and lancelot in the courtyard? yea i stole that

omg even with the champion is on his knees he's still taller than arthur??

alsjfalskdjasldfkjas ARTHUR AND MERLIN MEETING EACH OTHERS EYES AND ARTHUR NOT KILLING ANNIS'S CHAMPION

dude the trope of 'you make me want to be a better person'?? please i live for this stuff

ok the knights saying long live the king? i love that

alright alright annis&arthur

annis is ACTUALLY queen energy i love her. i love her pop off queen

oh shoot annis hit morgana where it hurts. bring up uther that's right queen

oh yes more castle pics 🥵🥵🥵

a aaw the ceremony for them

merlin and arthur are PALS i love them togehter

stop. there are so many words but i'm so glad they're lads

arthur is lying so awkwardly on that bed HAHA

DUDE THIS IS SO PRETTY AND CUTE AND OH MY FRICKEN ALSKDFJALSDJFASDLFKJASDL. alrighty then

yes arthur you're a dumbass you're lucky that gwen is taking you bad she's a frickin badass biatch who doesn't need you

alright arthur say what you mean why don't you

are we.. are we gonna kiss rn

THE SOUND TRACK PLEASE I LOVE IT. THE ROMANCE SWELL I ACTULALY LOVE IT

THEY'RE SO PRETTY TOGETHER

i love arthur in his night clothes and his bare feet. like that just makes it feel so much more domestic and homely and they love each other and just everything they're actually everything. THEYRE SO CUTE.

ANYWAYS i'll be back next week to endlessly rant about a servant of two masters. thanks i love you bye 😘

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okay sorry for re-posting this again but i made a few changes to it and also this is going to be a series so i wanted to adjust the post to reflect that

✟ ⎯ Alcione, Allen Walker || two of four

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two bros watching a beautiful sunset together while talking about the deepest parts of themselves five feet apart because they're not gay

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bbygirldahyun · 4 years

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Vampire hunter sana finds a hurt, newly turned vampire tzuyu in an alleyway on her patrol and decides to give vampires a chance, they're also gay.

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sana is experienced. she knows what she’s doing at all times, and she prides herself on being at least three steps ahead of every vampire she comes across. it’s in her blood, to do this job. she must do it well, make her family proud of her.

it’s a late night, a new moon, barely any light falling on the empty streets she scans. she’s sitting on a balcony, squinting to see in the light of the one dingy street lamp. her feet swing off the edge, trying to keep herself occupied, keep herself awake. it’s late, or maybe early. her watch tells her it’s nearly two o’clock in the morning.

suddenly the eerie silence is pierced with a loud shriek from down the road, a hoarse voice screeching, “no! no!” it sounds like a girl, young probably. it makes sana’s stomach turn.

sana knows this is probably way beyond her qualifications, but hearing such a pitiful plea for help makes her pull herself up and hurry down the stairs to the street, hand moving to her dagger she keeps attached to her hip, readying herself in case of attack.

she slinks down the street to the alleyway closest to where the shout came from, and she can see a shivering figure hunched against the brick of a building, whimpering in pain. sana quickens her pace to make it down to the girl faster, readying to ask her what’s wrong and if she needs an ambulance.

the girl peers up at her, eyes wide and pleading for help and glowing red. sana stops abruptly, instinctively yanking her dagger out and pointing it right at the vampire.

“no please!” she pleads, sobbing, fangs poking over her lip. “it’s not my fault.”

sana hates the warm feeling creeping up on her, the instinct to help this girl. she should kill her. by all definitions of her job she should kill her. and she’d be easy to overpower, too, given she looks and sounds freshly turned.

but she doesn’t. instead, she slips her dagger back in place, and kneels down, offering a hand. “okay. i won’t hurt you.” the vampire grips her hand tightly. “what’s your name?”

“tzuyu,” she answers in a trembling voice. “i’m sorry.”

“hey, stop that,” sana says in a hushed voice. “it isn’t your fault this happened to you.” she helps the girl up, shrugging her jacket off and giving it to tzuyu, who is shivering.

“thank you for not killing me,” tzuyu whispers, fangs causing her a slight lisp. sana won’t admit it, but it’s cute. and her eyes, though terrifying at first, are a bit endearing even red.

“are you hungry?” sana asks, knowing she needs to feed soon.

“um...” tzuyu hums a little, thinking. “thirsty, i think i’m thirsty.”

“well come with me, yeah?” sana knows she shouldn’t do this. she really shouldn’t take tzuyu back to her apartment, shouldn’t loan the girl clothes that aren’t covered in blood from the bite marks in her neck, shouldn’t tell her she can crash on the couch for awhile.

sana certainly shouldn’t offer to let tzuyu feed off of her. but she does.

“just be gentle, please,” sana says softly, pushing her hair out of the way, tilting her neck to the side. “when i tap you, stop.”

“o-okay,” tzuyu mumbles, leaning in, first pressing a tiny kiss on sana’s neck, and then ever so gently sinking her fangs in. sana whimpers, but it’s not totally in pain, more in surprise. it doesn’t feel terrible, she finds. and tzuyu is sweet, holding her hand, rubbing her thumb gently over it the whole time.

sana taps tzuyu when she starts feeling lightheaded, and tzuyu instantly pulls back. upon looking, sana sees her eyes have melted back to a gorgeous brown, now she isn’t hungry anymore.

“feeling okay?” tzuyu whispers.

“fine,” sana smiles. “a little lightheaded, but okay.”

“let me get you some water, and something to eat,” tzuyu offers, and sana laughs a little, because tzuyu is bustling around her kitchen but it’s adorable.

and so tzuyu stays with her, and keeps feeding off of her, and sana stops seeking out vampires to kill. tzuyu starts sleeping on the couch, but eventually she ends up in sana’s bed, and suddenly they find themselves kissing one another frequently, cooking together, going out together.

sana realizes she’s fallen in love with a vampire, and she could laugh at how cliche that is but she’s more than happy to accept it.

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Could you do Harry/Ron and base it off the scene where Ron leaves in the Deathly Hallow while they're searching for horcruxes? Harry and Ron had been dating since third year, when the fight breaks out in the tent, their first argument gets heated and words are said in the heat of the moment, Ron's jealousy and insecurities get to him as he accuses Harry of cheating on him with Hermione because they were getting closer and hugging each other behind Ron's back.

PROMPT CONTINUED: Ron breaks off their relationship and disapparates, leaving Harry heartbroken. Harry loses motivation for everything including horcruxes and no matter how many times Hermione tries comforting him, getting him motivated nothing is working until she mentions Godric's Hallow. They go to his parents graves and Harry sadly says he and Ron talked about coming to Godric's Hallow and never thought he would come here without him. He asks how could Ron break it off with him after everything they've been through since they started dating so many years ago. (Could you go into detail of what they've been through together, coming out, Ron comforting Harry after Cedric &Sirius's death, Ron refusing to let Harry break up with him at Dumbledore's funeral and convincing him that they should stay together &that if Dumbledore taught them anything it's love will conquer, Harry comforting Ron after George loses his ear etc) Hermione tells him he has her and to forget about Ron and comforts him. A few weeks later, Harry finds the sword of Gryffindor, almost drowns, and is saved by Ron. Harry at first is shocked seeing him and has the urge to run into his arms and kiss him but remembers he broke up with Harry. He is furious with the red head and yells at him asking how could he get up and leave then asked if their relationship meant anything to him.Ron tells his story of how he wanted to come back since he left, how he never wanted to end their relationship, it was the locket he felt angrier and put thoughts into his head that Harry was cheating on him with Hermione, even though Harry and Ron are both gay. He regretted everything he said and hurting Harry. Harry doesn't believe him and Ron kisses him, he has the urge to push the red head boy away but kissing Ron melted him and after spending months apart,Harry realizes how much he missed his ex boyfriend so he kisses him back. When they break apart Ron tries to tell Harry he loves him but Harry interrupts and tells him angrily 'Don't think I forgive you just because you kissed me, you're still on my shit list. We're still broken up and if we're going to get back together you have to show you love me, i don't trust you right now' (something along those lines you can change it to whatever you like) Ron apologizes again, tells him he does love him very much and Ron is sorry he hurt him. When Harry doesn't answer, Ron suggests they open the locket, Harry moodily convinces him to open the locket and they see the apparatations of Harry/Hermione kissing and the apparatations mock Ron. He destroys the locket and breaks down, Harry hesitates to go over to comfort him remembering all the hurt Ron put him through and the words Ron said in the heat of moment still rings in his ears. For a second, he wanted Ron to feel what it was like to be left behind and experience the hurt Harry felt. He turns to go back to the tent and then stops as he realizes he couldn't leave Ron there alone especially when he had just saved Harry's life and destroyed the locket. He takes a deep breath and walks over to him, Harry kneels down beside him, puts a hand on Ron's back to let him know he's there and then pulls him into his arms, as the red head sobs into his shoulders, he tells Ron that ever since he broke up with Harry, he had been a mess and admitted he cried every night without Ron. He tells the red head how he didn't feel motivated to look for horcruxes and worried Hermione out of her mind with the state he was in and how he refused to talk to her unless he had to, he also mentions briefly Godric's Hollow and how it didn't feel right being there without Ron but he tells Ron that ever since he broke up with Harry, he had been a mess and admitted he cried every night without Ron. He tells the red head how he didn't feel motivated to look for horcruxes and worried Hermione out of her mind with the state he was in and how he refused to talk to her unless he had to, he also mentions briefly Godric's Hollow and how it didn't feel right being there without Ron but doesn't go into full details. He tells Ron Hermione is like a sister to him and nothing more, he reminds Ron he's gay as fuck and the locket was showing him kissing Hermione to make Ron feel insecure. Ron lifts his head and tells Harry he's really sorry again and he never wanted to hurt to him, he tries saying he's the worst boyfriend ever but Harry reminds him he saved his life. Harry hesitantly takes a deep breath and kisses Ron, the kiss gets heated as they reunite and Ron lifts Harry off his feet as the kiss deepens and gets more passionate. When they break apart, Harry whispers he still loves Ron but needs time before they can officially get back together but he forgives him and Ron understands, they go back to the tent. They wake up Hermione, who lashes out on Ron for hurting Harry and to Harry's horror goes into full detail on how much she's been worried about Harry because of the state Ron put him in. She demands to know how Ron found he tells them the story about the deluminator and how he heard Harry's voice. Hermione huffs and walks out to go on lookout, Ron looks at Harry, who is trying to hide his laughter. 'You're enjoying this aren't you?" He rounded on Harry. Harry laughed and kissed him quickly, "Very much so, you deserve it" (something along those lines feel free to change it) A few days later, Hermione has mainly been on lookout, ignoring Ron because she's still upset at him. Ron and Harry had shared some kisses but they weren't back together until Harry was ready. When they were all together in the tent, Harry tells Ron he wants to get back together. They snog each other passionately and Hermione, who has been used to their PDA ever since they started their hunt for horcruxes, sighed and goes outside. Ron brings Harry over to the bed, casts a silence charm and they start to have sex and Harry realizes how much he loves the red headed git and how glad he is that Ron is back.

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The feeling of evil magic was heavy in the air as the trio sat within the tent. Hermione was sitting on her bunk with several books spread out on the bed in front of her, muttering slightly to herself as she continued to research ways to destroy a Horcrux. Said dark object was currently hanging from the neck of Harry’s boyfriend, whispering dark words and irritability into his very soul.

“Would you stop that?” the ginger snapped as he moved his head away from where he had been close to the radio.

“What?” Heriome asked, bringing her hands away from where she had been picking her lips to look between her friends.

“The mumbling!”

“Lay off her,” Harry snapped as he quickly looked up from the Marauder’s Map. He had been checking in on some of their friends, something that he did often just to make sure that they were okay. “The radio being on that stupid show all the time isn’t any better than her mumbling.”

“Of course you would defend her at my expense!” Ron seethed. He got up from his bunk, keeping his wounded arm as close to his body as he could. “You’ve been on her side since we’ve started this stupid journey! You wouldn’t even think that we’re together if it weren’t for the sex you demand from me.”

“What are you implying?” Harry asked as he slammed the wand down onto the table next to him and stood up to meet his boyfriend halfway.

“I’m not implying anything, I’m saying that you’re cheating on me! You think I don’t see the way that you two look at each other, but I do! I see every little smile, I see every little hug, I see the way that she hangs off of you whenever she has one of her little breakdowns about the horrible thing that she did to her parents. All you do to me now is fuck me when you need it, because apparently my ass is the only part of our relationship that you want to keep around!” Ron nearly screamed.

“You really want to fuckng accuse me of cheating? I’m not the one that kissed Lavender Brown after we won the Quidditch Cup last year,” Harry shouted back.

“I don’t need to explain to you again that that wasn't my fault. I didn't go out and make Lavender kiss me, she just did. You’re the one that’s been walking around and fucking someone else without telling me or anything! You’re an asshole and I think I’d be better off without you!” Ron seethed, pushing against Harry’s shoulder with his hand.

“I think we’d be better off without you too! You’re a conceited git that thinks everything has to be about him even when it doesn't!”

Ron reached up to his chest and clenched the locket in his fist. He gave a firm tug and broke the chain that connected it behind his neck. He slammed it down on the table and then marched back to his bunk. He gathered up his pack, that he hadn’t bothered unpacking in a long while. He swung it over his shoulder and grasped his wand in his hand as he marched past Harry out of the tent.

It took a few minutes for the fact that he had just broken up with the love of his life to settle in, and as soon as they did Harry’s knees gave out. He fell to the ground while tears began to do the same, tracing marks down his cheeks. He removed his glasses and tossed them onto the ground next to him, not caring if the action would result in the glass breaking. He pressed the palm heels of his hands into his face as hard as he could, trying to push his eyes back into his head as he cried harder and harder.

He wanted to go back in time and stop everything that he had just done. He wanted to take back all of the words that he had said to his lover. He wanted to go back and explain to Ron that there was nothing going on between him and Hermione.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t go back and change what he had done, Ron was gone and there was nothing Harry could do to get him back.

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Hermione tried for weeks to get Harry back to his normal self. She came to him with every idea she got about how to destroy the Horcrux. She played his favorite songs on the radio, and told him all the good news that she got about their friends back at Hogwarts.

Nothing seemed to work.

He had fallen into such a deep depression that he rarely ever ate. He laid on his bunk and cried most of the time while he clutched something of Ron’s close to him. The times that he wasn’t crying, he was sleeping.

Hermione left food out for him, but there was nothing that she could do to make him eat it. They continued traveling around the country while they worked to find what they needed to do next, but there was no heart in it anymore. She had just about given up when something she tried finally worked.

She carried herself from her side of the tent over to the bunk he was sleeping on. She sat down next to him and saw that Harry was staring at the wall blankly, the pillow Ron had been using clutched tight to his chest. “Harry,” she spoke up softly as she touched his shoulder.

“Mm,” Harry hummed weakly in reply.

“I was thinking… We've been looking for Horcruxes for a while now and we haven’t been able to find anything. Maybe we were looking in the wrong places? We could go and see your parent’s graves in Godric’s Hollow. I was thinking, since you’re his new arch nemesis or whatever because of the prophecy, he might have hidden one of the Horcruxes there instead of wherever it was before,” she explained.

“I’ve never seen my parent’s graves,” Harry sat up and sniffled a little bit. He wiped the drying tears from his face and then turned to face her fully. “We should go.”

“Are-are you sure that you’re up for something like that?” Hermione asked, biting her lip with worry once more.

“Of course I am,” Harry stood up from the bed, leaving the pillow behind as he tried to push away the negative feelings sitting heavy in his chest. “Come on, we should get ready to go now.”

Hermione wordlessly stood and followed his lead as she helped him break down camp. They could have just apparated there and then back, but neither of them wanted to risk a muggle finding the tent, or someone worse finding it and then hunting them down when they got back. They took down the tent and all of the charms that they had plastered around their clearing. Hermione had just gotten everything packed away in her tiny purse when she turned to see Harry staring off into the void again.

“Harry, are you ready to go?” she asked softly as she reached out and touched his arm to startle him out of it.

“Yeah, let’s go,” he said, avoiding her gaze. He wrapped his arm around hers and they both focused for a moment before popping to the edge of Godric’s Hollow. They walked silently through the slushy snow that was piled high on the sides of the streets. They passed bars and restaurants full of people celebrating Christmas Eve, something that they had both forgotten about during their time in the woods.

Harry trudged through the deserted graveyard as he looked over each and every grave to find the one that they were looking for. He stopped dead in front of the one with his parents names’ engraved on it, their date of death the exact same.

Hermione slowly approached the grave next to him, touching his shoulder as a sign of her support. “I don’t know how you must be feeling, Harry…”

“It’s so hard,” he whispered, his shoulders hunching over in a defensive posture. “I’ve lost everything… Coming here, to my parents, just reminded me that I lost them too. I never had a real family that loved me until I met Ron, and then he was amazing. He and I had been together so long and it was like his family had become the one I never had, which was so amazing. He was there for me constantly… He-he helped me when Sirius died, and when I was so disappointed that I had to go back to the Dursleys. He was there with me every time someone decided to be a homophobic arsehole. H-he was even there after I decided to be an arsehole and tried to break up with him. He said that love conquers all, and Dumbledore should have taught me that while we were destroying Horcruxes... he was there for me every single time I needed him. I was there for him too. I was there when George lost his ear, and every time someone decided that they were going to jinx him… How could he leave me? How could he do that to me after everything we’ve been through?”

“Harry…” Hermione whispered. While talking, her friend had sunk down to his knees, and was now much lower than her with his head bowed. She squatted down next to him and placed his hand on his back, rubbing careful circles while he cried. “You have me now. It’s alright. I’m still here. Maybe… maybe we both need to move on from Ron, so that we can focus on this mission.”

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Harry did manage to forget his lover for the most part. He threw himself back into finding the Horcruxes after the incident with the snake they thought was Bathilda Bagshot. He had managed to move on and help Hermione with the extensive research they were doing on how to destroy the Horcrux that had torn their trio apart in the first place.

One night, while he was keeping watch, he had seen a Doe patronus shining through the thick wood that surrounded their campsite. He had gotten up to follow it immediately, bringing his wand with him in the process. The locket on his neck began to hiss and scream at him the closer that he got to the doe, which let him know that this was something he should be doing.

The shining animal led him to a pond, where he could see a sword glistening just under the ice. He blasted a hole into the thick layer of ice with his wand before he stripped down to his underpants. He knew the water would be frigid and the last thing that he wanted was to walk back to the tent in soaking wet clothes. Harry ended up leaving his wand with his clothes, since he still wasn’t the best at reasoning without the two people he cared for most grounding him and telling him his decisions were stupid.

He plunged into the icy cold water and swam down as quickly as he could to get to the sword. The locket seemed to disagree about needing the sword and began to tug at his neck, choking him. He had tried to pull it off but was unable to. Everything had just started to go black before there was a bright light that broke through the layer of ice on the pond.

Harry gasped for breath as he was pulled out of the frigid water and dumped onto the snow of the bank. He could hear someone talking, casting spells on him and the pond behind them. Warmth overcame him and a magical towel wrapped around his body as well. Harry turned to see who his savoir was, and felt his heart leap into his throat.

The man in front of him was none other than the love of his life, and his no ex-boyfriend. Ron had obviously been the one to save him, as he was still wet up to his shoulder and had the Sword of Gryffindor clutched in the opposite hand to his wand. His hair had grown a bit longer in their time apart, now hanging down into the redhead’s eyes, but everything else about him was just the same as the Chosen One had remembered and dreamed about.

Harry’s first instinct was to rush to the other man and kiss him silly, but the relief at seeing Ron was alive was quickly replaced with resentment and anger. “How could you do that to me? After everything that we’ve been through, and everything that you told me when I tried to break up with you to protect you?” he shouted.

Ron looked taken aback, opening and closing his mouth a few times before he collected his thoughts. “Harry… I didn’t want to break up with you. I know you would never cheat on me and I didn’t mean any of those things that I said. I just… the locket would tell me all of these horrible things when I was wearing it and the fact that I couldn’t just spend time with you like I wanted was starting to get to me, I guess… my mind just ran away with nothing and I assumed something that I shouldn’t have. I love you and I never want to have to leave you again, but if you don’t want me I understand and I’ll go…”

“How did you even know where I was? Why did you come back?” Harry demanded, trying to ignore the aching feeling of love returning to his heart.

“I heard your voice… I had just run away from some Snatchers, and I was using the deluminator to make the hotel I was staying in a bit darker, when your voice came out of it instead of a light. It was kind of in the form of a light, now that I think about it,” he laughed awkwardly. “It just floated in front of me for a minute, and it was like our first time all over again. I heard you telling me that you loved me over and over again. Then the light drifted off and I just followed it until I found you drowning in there.”

“Our relationship couldn’t have meant that much to you if you were willing to break it off with something as simple as ‘your gay boyfriend is cheating on you with your asexual best friend’ being told to you by a piece of jewlry,” Harry snapped, the aforementioned piece of jewlry mocking him as it hung low on his neck.

“Harry… I was in a bad place because I was worried about my family and I had that locket around my neck all the time,” he whispered, keeping his eyes cast to the side in shame. “Please, our relationship meant everything to me. I wanted to come back as soon as I had left.”

“Whatever. Give me the sword,” Harry commanded, holding his hand out for it.

“No, I think you should open the locket and I’ll use the sword,” Ron shook his head. Harry grudgingly removed the locket from his neck and placed it down in the snowy earth next to the pond. He spoke a few key words in Parseltongue and the locket sprung open, allowing smoke to billow out of it and filled the air above it.

Both teenagers watched the black cloud swirl around for a moment before it began to solidify into a real shape. Some of the smoke paled a bit and formed into the silky smooth skin of both Hermione and Harry. Their forms stood there, smirking as they turned to each other and began to slowly yet passionately kiss.

Harry had just opened his mouth to ask Ron for the sword when he noticed that the redhead wasn’t doing anything, but he was a second too late as the smoke version of him began to speak instead. “I never loved you, it was just easier to keep you around when I was pretending to be your boyfriend. You were nothing but a tool to get what I wanted.”

“Why would he love you, a foolish poor boy when he could have me? The top of my class and beautiful,” Smoke Hermione sneered.

“You were nothing but a pity fling that turned into a way for me to be able to avoid all those annoying admirers,” Smoke Harry began to cackle and laugh.

Ron released a guttural scream as he held the sword above his head and charged forward. He let the large weapon down onto the locket, chopping it in half. He brought it up and then swung it back down onto the necklace again and again until it was broken into so many pieces that it would be a pain to clean up. Ron then collapsed down to his knees, dropping the sword off to the side. The redhead took in a shaky breath as he placed both of his hands onto his face to muffle the sounds of his sobs as he began to cry. His shoulders were shaking and tears were rushing down his face.

Harry stood there in astonishment as his mind reeled, processing everything that he had just seen. For a while, he had begun to believe that Ron was just making up the cheating accusation as a way to excuse himself from the relationship while making it look like it was Harry’s fault. The smokey apparitions that the horcrux created made him think otherwise.

His gut reaction at hearing the tears of his ex-lover were to go and comfort him, but he was immediately shaken from this as he remembered all of the times that he had been left bawling his eyes out with no one but his best friend to try and comfort him. Ron had caused him so much pain and grief, more than he already had from losing his parents and every father figure he had ever looked up to.

The younger of the two wizards turned around as he was abruptly going to walk off, but something inside of him reminded him that it was just the locket speaking to them both. The sense of dark magic and resentment was still heavy in the air, as evil like that wouldn’t just disappear. Harry turned around again and slowly walked over to his ex-boyfriend.

He kneeled down in the snowy leaves, pressing a hand to the space in between Ron’s shoulders. He rubbed slow circles until the other wizard turned to look at him. His eyes used to be so full of love and light, just like his soul was, but now they showed nothing but heartbreak and hurt. Harry immediately opened his arms and wrapped them around the other man so that they were pressed flush to each other.

“I’m sorry for not believing you,” Harry whispered. The beginning of his heartfelt confession started and he couldn’t stop it, the words just tumbled from his lips. He explained what happened when he saw his parent’s graves and what happened before then. He was crying by the end of it, “Hermione is like a sister to me, okay? I’m so gay it’s not even funny, and she’s asexual so I couldn’t even physically cheat on her with you. The locket showing us doing that was just to make you angry and have you turn on me.”

“I’m so sorry Harry, so sorry,” Ron whispered. “I never wanted to hurt you, even when you were being such an ass during our fifth year. I always wanted to be there to support you and make you feel better and I ended up putting you through all of that like some kind of asshole,” he spat bitterly, the words so full of malice it made Harry’s stomach churn. “I’m the worst boyfriend ever.”

“Hey, no,” Harry shook his head immediately. “You just saved my life even though we weren’t together anymore! I think that makes you a pretty good boyfriend,” he laughed softly. He took a deep, shaky breath to try and steal his nerves before he leaned forward and briefly connected their lips. It was almost like they were getting together at thirteen all over again, with hesitant touches and blushing faces.

Ron moved his hand to cup the back of Harry’s head as he tried to make it deeper, but the raven-haired male pulled awake abruptly. “You really did hurt me, even if you didn’t mean to. I don’t think I can forgive you just yet,” he murmured.

“I understand. A-am I allowed to come back to the campsite with you or do you want me to leave again?” Ron asked nervously. He stood up and grabbed the damaged locket and the Sword of Gryffindor.

“I think you should come back to the tent with me. I may not be able to get back together with you as my boyfriend, but I think we can go back to being friends,” Harry replied. They then silently walked back to the campsite. Ron wordlessly placed the sword and locket on the small table within the tent and collapsed onto his bunk.

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They were both woken up by Hermione that morning when she woke up to make breakfast. “You have got to be kidding me!” she cried as she saw the redhead back in the tent. “You have some nerve showing up back here after all you’ve done!”

“I-what?” Ron asked, groggy from sleep as he sat up on his bunk and looked over at the woman.

“Do you know what you did to Harry? I was so worried that he was going to end up doing something like take his own life in the middle of the night or when I was gone! He didn’t even care about the Deathly Hallows or finding the horcruxes! He never spoke to me and he barely ate anything,” she began to pace as she spoke, moving her hands to visually show how upset she was.

“Hermione…” Harry trailed off as he knew it was pretty much futile to try and get her to calm down when she was in a mood like this.

“You can’t just come charging back here when you caused this much damage to Harry, and then you didn’t even say goodbye to me, your best friend!” she finished, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation.

Ron bowed his head slightly in shame before he began to explain to her what he had explained to Harry. She didn’t seem as convinced as Harry had felt, and stormed out with an angry huff.

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Hermione didn’t warm back up to Ron the same way that Harry was. She spent most of her time out on watch or gathering supplies from Muggle grocery stores. She barely spoke to either of them but Harry could tell that she was calming down and getting used to the idea of Ron being forgiven.

Several weeks after the redhead’s re-joining of their group, Harry finally felt confident enough with himself to rekindle their relationship as well. It was shaky in the beginning but with as much trauma as they were going through on a daily basis, it was easy to fall back into the pattern that they had always lived their lives in. They loved each other and nothing would keep them apart this time.

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soldierallen · 5 years

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Married. 10

Warnings: a mention of "ending it all", some crying, a kissing, a big Decision.

Featuring: Evangeline Lilly, Robert Downey Jr, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Henry Cavill. (Also my wifi has been out and I wasn't able to post :( so you will get another chapter this week!)

Part 9:

It's been two weeks since that day at my house, time flies when your life is getting miserable.

These two men have carried me through storm after storm breakup after breakup, I owe them I have to choose between them I can't just sit here and make up in the air decisions - "ms, line 2 for you" her thoughts scattering quickly answering the phone

"Creative director's office y/n speaking who am I speaking with" she said very professionally

"Why aren't you answering my calls?"

Mom. Oh shit

"Mom I could explain, I've been in a really bad situation and I don't know what to do.." she said she wanted the pity because well she didn't want to argue with her mother so why not make her feel bad about it.

"Honey what's going on are you coming to Thanksgiving in a few days?"

"I am but, I have a problem the whole sebastian henry thing is getting out of control, I don't know who to take with me and- I can't come alone you know that" she felt her sigh at the other end of the line which made y/n roll her eyes "who do you love? That's all this comes down this sweetheart."

"It's not that simple" a women walked in putting files on the table walking out,

"Oh and you're brother is actually coming this year" .. did I ever mention I had a brother? Probably not but my brother hated all of my friends which were the four men I care about the most he told me it was "stupid" and "childish" to have a group of boys as my friends and then I proceeded to tell him to fuck himself, that became a really good argument for my dad to break up.

He was the golden son, nothing he ever did was wrong never got in trouble always did the right thing went to college got married and raised his kids and he has a goody two shoes life style unlike me, I live in New York city in an apartment complex that used to live paycheck to paycheck to get through the weeks, he never had it hard.

I drive and go to work live alone and only have men as my best friends, everyone thought I was gay for a while until I was with Tom they stopped questioning me.

"Oh great is he gonna rub in my face that hes better than me? Most likely. love you mom"

"I love you to, just remember whoever you bring better be the one." they hung up, what did she mean by that? The one?. Like.. the one I marry someday.

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"Hey stop doing that" my mother yelled at my brother Steven "why does she have to bring her stupid friends over to the house?!" Her brother was angry that she was having them sleep over and he wasn't allowed to have his friends sleep over tonight

"I can't have a group of 7 boys plus my son in the mix, she has four friends that are boys you have four friends that are boys you have to live with it!" She said "shes a GIRL, girls aren't suppose to have friends that are BOYS!" he was only two years older than y/n at the time which made him 15 & her and her friends 13

"Girls could be friends with boys!" She said

"No they can't they're only friends with you because they want to get in your pants!"

"Steven Michael Y/L/N go to your room you're grounded" he stomped his feet into the ground going up the stairs saying swearing words underneath his breath

"do you think that's true.." she sat at the bar stool waiting for her friends to arrive she was kinda weirded out and never thought about it like that.

"Honey, I don't think that I think your brother is jealous that you have better brothers than he'll ever be to you" she whispered.

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She sat at her desk trying to figure out who she was going to bring.

"God just give me a sign or a billboard or a brick though this glass window"

A knock on her door startled her she got up, a warm smile greeted her it was sebastian "hey, I'm having a party tomorrow and you should come.." he smiled "a party?" She left from behind her desk coming closer to him

"Yes the new house and everything so you should come" he said "did you come all the way from the other side of town to tell me you wanted me at your party?" She laughed

"Yeah kinda" he nervously laughed and she put her hand on his shoulder "I'll be there" "good I want you there and everybody else."

Was this faith trying to tell me something, when I asked for answers I got sebastian at the door was this it..

I told myself I'm tired of loving someone who doesn't even want to try and than he shows up my heart beats fast and my stomach twists

"I'll see you tomorrow at 8?" She nodded "hey where are you going?" "Back to work?" "that's a 24 minute drive from here"

"I know" he smiled sleepily and fixed his suit jacket "tomorrow" he pointed at her walking away she shook her head with a smile at his tactics, he was becoming his self again, it was enlightening.

Just then she felt the whole office tense up not really sure why she walked out into the hall watching everyone shift the once talking and joking in the office became...quiet only the noises of mouse clicks and keyboard taps in the air she was very confused at this point, she walked around the office looking for answers she saw her coworker Evangelina "hey what's going on" she whispered "something's going on in Robert's office I think you should...handle it" Evangelina was blunt & she liked that about her, y/n nodded her head and headed towards Downey's office hearing absolute ruckus she knocked on the door no answer, she knocked one more time.. nothing she knocked again and with a word "mr Downey it's me I'm coming in" when she walked in papers everywhere, a whiskey glass shattered into millions of pieces.

"Mr Downey what's going on"

"We lost the investment" he yelled, she never heard him yell like that and not at her at least, "huh?"

"You know that company stock we did last week? Mr Daddario told us to specifically not to do!" She nodded her head "well was lost it and y/n if it wasn't for you this wouldn't of happened!" He yelled "excuse me?" She was baffled, why would he blame this on her she only fixed the designs and had nothing to do with the money or any other way this place operates.

"You told me not to fire you the day he called and I should've" his words felt like slashes to the back "I lost one of the biggest- most important people to this company on a count of you! Because you were having trouble with the bosses daugther"

"All I asked for was for you not to fire me on a count of his daugther!, mr Downey I've never asked for this and for you to hang this over my head that you did me a favor" He rubbed his face in complete anger he put back on his glasses and folded his arms over his chest leaning against his desk

"I want you gone by tomorrow"

Her heart dropped, her hands started to shake and she felt her breathing hitch

"I want you gone by tomorrow you're fired, that pretty little office of yours will go to someone who actually deserves it." She didn't even know what to say or how to resolve this.

"Well I don't work for you anymore so this was long awaited, you are a TOOL ROBERT! You do nothing for this company you sit on your ass and make everyone do the work for you, you're ungrateful and deserve nothing lets see how good you do without me." And with that she left the whole office and down stairs office heard the entire thing, "Evangelina" she said she threw her creative director badge around her neck she caught it "have fun working with that lunatic." She went inside of her office grabbing a couple things, she opened her top draw with the key and there was two letters she never wanted to open because she was too content with the life she had,

The Times, had contacted her back when she applied months ago and she was so content she didn't open the letter that came only a week ago.

People's Maginze as well, the only problem with people's was she would have to move across country for that she didn't know if she could handle that

she came home and took a bath her eyes swollen from crying she never knew what to do with her anger she just got so mad she would cry.

She heard the door being unlocked and she drank her wine in the bath "whoever it is can you get me my towel from in my room because honestly I wasn't expecting any guests!" She yelled out, she heard a small chuckle and paper bags fall onto the table "you know any other person would've been startled that someone could walk in at any moment" "well if it wasn't you or Henry or Sebastian or Anthony, I guess I would be dead" she drank her wine and Chris walked in with a blue long towel she put down her glass she motioned for him to turn around and that he did and she got out wrapping herself in a towel she drained the water

"Jenn will be here soon" he announced

"I got fired today"

He whipped around "you're kidding?" Chris said he gave her a comforting hug and let go

"Nope," she sipped her drink "Downey fired me on a count of the daddarios just like I said" she walked out the bathroom him following her right behind "that imbecil, I always hated that guy he's always been too big for his britches" Chris was never one to get mad unless he saw the people he cared about hurt, "I told you what was going to happen what am I gonna do now!" she opened her draws as

"You still have that Times Letter, open it." He said

"What if I get REJECTED I can't handle that OH AND EVEN BETTER Steven is coming to Thanksgiving!"

Chris sat on her door frame he opened his mouth to talk when she cut him off

" I have to choose between Henry and sebastian! I don't want to END IT ALL today!" She grabbed underwear and just when Chris was about to talk again she cut him off one more time

"AND TO THINK THINGS WERE JUST GETTING BETTER AND AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS" she used her hands to talk waving her underwear all around making Chris laugh he stopped her failing arms "stop throwing your underwear all over the place and get dressed come in the living room & let's work this out." She laughed with a smile "thank you for being here for me" "always" he booped her nose which made her laugh instantly, An hour had passed the three hung out drank and they went home.

It was the night of sebastian's party, she didn't know how to dress for it so she did what any women would do wear a dress there's no going wrong with wearing a dress...

"I'm glad you made it" sebastian smiled kissing her cheek giving her butterflies, he felt them to, but this time y/n butterflies didn't feel the same like they always have when he did small things like that it felt - wrong.

"Anything for you" he held her hand inside his house filled with a crowd of people he introduced her to some coworkers and a few of his friends, and he lead her outside she looked out into his backyard it looked almost exactly like his parents backyard the pool was shaped the same and his pool floaties were of weird things like a unicorn and a banana it was strange.

Two lawn chairs sat out by the pool it was dark, the moon was just perfectly bright the pool was warm and it just seemed... perfect

"What are we doing out here" she asked moving her hair out of her eyes "this is something you've never seen before I made this backyard look like my parents backyard, this is the place I always come to in my head when I need a moment, I know things for you aren't so great" they sat down on the grass,and she picked at the grown slightly listening to him talk

"But I want you to know this is a safe place, no arguing fighting or anything if you ever need some place to go this is the backyard you lost your virginity in" he smirked "you caught me?" She didn't even know he knew about that

"Of course I caught you, one minute your nagging me about smoking and drinking - which after that night I stopped for three years" he tipped his head to her and she smiled showing off her teeth which made him smile "to the next minute I come back in my backyard to see you having sex with some guy"

"Charlie watts" she added

"The kid who dressed up like harry potter that night?" She nodded her head drinking the sour red liquid in her cup, "I can't beileve you lost it to him" "what did you want me to lose it to you? You aren't interested and you made that very clear" she put the cup down "I would've wanted it to be one of the four" she was very confused "all of us love you, having you lose it to someone who really loves and cares about you would've made it that much better"

"So did you all think that way?" "No I was the only one who said it" Sebastian said "Well I never told anyone and he didn't either but I lost my lip virginity to Chris actually" she laughed "you're kidding" he laughed loudly, it was just the two of them in that moment nobody inside that house music was loud but it wasn't loud enough for her to notice.

"Oh I can't wait to bug him about that!"

"I promised I wouldn't tell!" "Well you told!" Sebastian saw y/n's phone on the lawn chair next to her car keys and the only thought in his mind... push her in the pool

"How much you like that dress you're wearing?" He asked, she wasn't waiting for that at all

"it's nice I guess I didn't know how to dress to this thing I mean honestly I didn't even think I would've came because of whole getting fired -" as she spoke she wasn't realizing what was happening as sebastian pushed her into the pool she fell in with a laugh "you know you were always a little bitch" she said wiping her eyes and pushing her hair out of face "yeah people have told me that" he peeled his shirt off his body and took his shoes off and jumped in to making the water splash on her "couldn't you just ASK me to get in the pool you know I would've" she swam closer to him he pushed his hair back his lips dripping with water as he spoke "y/n I want you to have fun, you never have fun anymore it's always work, it never got you anywhere I want you to feel something" he got closer to her as well "what am I suppose to feel" she asked

"happiness, love. that's what you deserve" his face got closer to hers, she was ready for this to be the first time her lips were on his, his wet face dripped onto her skin "if you don't want this stop me."

In a slow whisper "I want this"she said their lips touched together so lightly it felt like heaven to him his hands were on her hips she was leaned against the wall of pool, it felt as if their lips matched a perfect rhythm, finally

He detached his lips from hers, his lips on her neck making a small red blotch this was what she waited for, and it felt... Wrong, like she had been betraying henry. her hand on his skin felt so new to him he'd never felt like this before it was so amazing finally after months having her in his arms kissing her loving her the way she should be loved.

She didn't love him, she loved Henry. The kiss didn't really feel the way she wanted it to be.

Sebastian heard the glass door opening, she didn't, he didn't really care who it was to be completely honest he's got the girl.

"I see you two have forgiven each other, I thought it was take some time but a week?" The voice she knew all too well, a voice she heard for months on end giving her support sounded so hurt and upset, she knew she fucked up.

"Henry" she pulled away from sebastian, Henry is right here, he looked like he was getting choked up she saw it in his eyes she tried to quickly get herself out of the pool and he turned around walking back to the glass doors, "Henry wait" she yelled her soaking wet body following him

he knew she wasn't going to pick him Chris and Jenn gave him false hope again, he thought he could catch sebastian in the act kissing another women and to start something when he got a bit closer revealing it was her this whole time, he was crushed.

She kept yelling after him he wouldn't answer he wasn't mad or angry he was trying to hold back his hurt.

she followed him onto the porch "Henry" after her fourth yell of his name he turned around, the sound of party loud she closed the door behind her hearing muffled noise. "you love him, you'll never love me the way you love him and I just have to except it and all these months I finally thought shes done with him and this is my chance i got the girl" he said he stopped half way looking at her dripping everywhere she walked down the stairs

"Yeah however I needed to know what i wanted, who I wanted."

"And you've made your choice I get it." he opened the door to his car about to get in

"I did, henry it's you." He stopped his movements looking at her through the window of the door he shut the door loudly walking closer to her, as she looked at him getting closer

"Don't say things like that when am in a time of hurt, I'm losing you - you can't just say things like that I care about you and I put you before everyone else." His voice was slow and sounded so hurt

"tonight I made my decision, Henry since this whole time I thought it's always been him I never truly loved him and now I know I needed this one night of reassurance that it was over, and I love someone else it's you it's always been you" he hesitated what he was about to do watching him kiss her he didn't feel right kissing her however it was something that had to be done he pulled in her soaking wet body into his, his white t shirt making an imprint of her body, she kissed him with so much passion she thought she would explode,

Sebastian said he wants her to feel happiness, love. she didn't feel that with him, she didnt feel anything with him it was so anticlimactic she thought this will be my choice I'll be with Sebastian like I've always wanted he will be with me and we're gonna spend the rest of our lives together when in reality.. the fire was dead and the feeling was lost maybe he felt something she didn't not anymore.

"Let's get you out of these clothes" he said out of breath, "my phone and keys are at the pool" he nodded "hurry" he pulled her forearm towards himself giving her one more kiss She had a few seconds to herself and shes never been more happy.

She saw sebastian drying himself off talking to some friends of his, it didn't even faze her she didn't want him anymore "hey" he said pulling her to the side for a second, "I heard everything" she nodded her head "you guys look great together I'm really sorry that I almost ruined it for you both" she hugged him "thank you" he squeezed her body tightly "go get him" he let go of her, he didn't want to let go of her and let her end up with Henry however she was happy and it's what she wanted that's all he wanted for her. She went and got her keys her phone

she looked at Henry through the driver's seat window opening the door he was just sitting there, he gave a small smile when she appeared "hey what's wrong" she rubbed his arm with worried eyes

"Nothing, not anymore." he kissed her lips once more she felt her stomach twist "I'll follow you home" he nodded, after a while they got to her apartment and she changed and gave Henry his blue hoodie he left here a few days ago she straddled his lap her hands on his shoulders his hands on her waist studying her weight he kissed her lovingly her hands ran through his hair and he loved the feeling he let out small moan which she wasn't expecting and she let go "you have a hair thing"

"I have a y/n thing" she laughed so hard she fell over to the side, he's so cheesy she thought. making him smile holding her body in place so she doesn't fall off the couch,

he's a one of a kind.

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nozakiu · 7 years

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Kashima and hori are so cute, I can imagine kashima dragging hori out on "dates" but hori will act like they're totally not a couple, just two friends hanging out, sharing food, holding hands... just friends

DFNJGBFJDGJ HORI AND KASHIMA ARE LIKE THAT ONE VINE “two bros! chilling in a hot tub! five feet apart cus theyre not gay!”

kashima is pretty proud of his power in charisma and persuasion. little white lies roll off his tongue as smooth as butter, and with a flick of dark hair and a loving lowering of eyelashes, anyone would find it impossible to say ‘no’ to kashima.

which is why kashima probably likes hori so much, because hori has so much rage contained in that short body of his that he doesn’t take bullshit from anyone - which is hard, because 99% of the stuff that comes out of kashima’s mouth is bullshit.

hori’s probably the only person who has ever said “no” to kashima’s face, and can keep his answer firm. anyone else would probably die and go straight to heaven if kashima asked them to go on a sweet date to a milkshake shop downtown, but hori’s looking pretty damn alive and angry as he looks at kashima dead in the eyes and says, “no, dammit, you know we have play practice that same day! don’t tell me you plan on skipping again!”

kashima would probably find his words more threatening if he didn’t have to look down at hori to meet his eyes, but it’s okay because hori’s words don’t deter kashima’s confidence any less. it isn’t until five more pleads and a promise that kashima will make it to play practice if hori will go with him on the date afterwards that hori finally gives in, with a gruff “fine” that tells kashima he’s only doing it becus he needs kashima at practice, but that’s about as good as kashima’s going to get for an agreement.

and after sweating under stage-lights for two hours and reciting lines until his throat hurts, kashima gladly takes hori’s hand as they walk their own way down to the milkshake shop that’s nestled in a quaint place in downtown. horis arm yanks at first when kashima takes his hand, but when kashima keeps his grip, hori doesn’t make an attempt to pull away again. kashima smiles.

kashima also smiles when he insists that he and hori share a shake - a vanilla milkshake with whipped cream and a dandy maraschino cherry on top, and hori gruffly agrees because “it will save money”, and kashima has to hide his smile of glee at the ridiculous clichéof sharing a milkshake with your date, their toes touching underneath the table.

and when hori offers to walk kashima home because “i want to make sure you don’t accidentally damn run into the street when you’re not thinking and get hit by a car,” kashima is smiling the whole way home with their fingers intertwined.

#bithchhchch these two gays are so cute #gsnk #gekkan shoujo nozaki kun #monthly girls' nozaki kun #yuu kashima #masayuki hori

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I have an idea for a fanfiction if that's okay? I'm hoping you might write it because I would never do it justice and your writing is perfect on so many levels! My idea is: John + Edward being younger (in school) and super angsty but they do things like hold hands, kiss, cuddle etc but it's completely innocent and they're accused of being in a relationship and they're parents are called etc because teachers/students find it "disturbing" and they're made to feel their relationship is dirty/wrong?

Thank you so much! I honestly live of off air and sweet comments, so thank you :) xx I hope you like it, re-reading it, it isn’t that angsty and i’m not 100% sure on it.. but I hope you like it anyway! Read below, as always :)

Edward giggled as John grabbed him, wrapping his arms around his brother’s waist and hugging him tight, lifting Edward’s feet off the floor. A few of the other mothers in the nursery playground all made a cooing sound, telling Susanna how sweet her twins were. Edward smacked a kiss to John’s lips before they took of running towards the play area. “Stay where I can see you!” Their mum called after them, walking behind with the other mothers.

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John noticed a sudden change when they were in junior school. They were ten and he could see the funny looks they got when he linked his arm with Edward’s as they walked, or when they hugged whenever they greeted each other. It was parent’s evening and John and Edward were slumped in their seats next to their parents. Mrs Jones had just finished telling them about Edward’s latest maths test and how he could have ‘done better’. Edward was giving her the dirtiest look he could conjure up and John had to stifle a laugh because Edward’s face could perfectly convey what he was thinking. “And another issue..” Mrs Jones said, running her eyes over the boys. “They aren’t making friends or socialising with any other students.” John looked at Edward in a silent question. “They’re lovely boys but I feel they are segregating themselves.” She continued, giving John a kind of sad smile. Their mother cleared her throat, giving them a smile before saying “they’ve always been close. There isn’t an issue if they’re happy.” John smiled at her and linked his arm around Edward’s just to make a point. She will never break them apart.

“Boys, you need to talk to people. Make a friend.” Their dad told them as he drove them home that night. John frowned and opened his mouth to speak but Edward was first in. “We have a friend.”

“I mean other friends. Not each other.” He snapped back, making John frown at the back of head. “Why?” John whined, folding his arms. “It might be nice.” Their mother jumped in, her voice soft. “But I don’t like anyone else.” Edward flicked John’s ear as he spoke so John held onto his hand to keep him from another attack. Susanna turned in her seat to look at them but said nothing more.

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Four years later, age 14 and they still hadn’t made any other friends. They were put into clubs and made to sit with other kids in lessons and John hated every second of it, because why couldn’t he just stay with Edward? He didn’t want to be friends with anyone else. He knew he was safe with Edward, that he would never hurt him. It was so easy being friends with Edward, John could be himself, there was no pressures or fallouts, they loved each other no matter what. No one else understood them, choosing to pick on them or to ignore them completely. John could handle being ignored, he actually preferred it that way. Other kids would call them names and make fun of them. John never understood why. He didn’t think there was anything different about them that made them stick out so much. Whenever he asked his parents or a teacher, he was always told the same thing. That they closed themselves off, separated themselves from the others, therefore making a target for themselves. John always hated that the most.

When Edward didn’t turn up for lunch, John instantly knew there was something wrong. John went looking for him, heading to Edward’s classroom, feeling uneasy. Maybe what people said about the ‘twin thing’ was right because John could sense trouble, somehow knowing Edward needed him. He could hear the laughing from two doors away and hurried to the door, swinging it open to find Edward on the floor, three boys looming over him, laughing at him. John shouted for the to get out and grabbed the one nearest boy to him, pushing him out the classroom door. He wanted to go for the bigger one, punch his stupid face but he was more concerned in seeing to Edward. The group took the chance to run as John got to Edward, pulling him to his feet and brushing him down. John could hear the boys laughing as they ran down the hall, anger boiling inside of him.

John pulled Edward closer, inspecting his face. Edward was tearful and held onto the tops of John’s arms, keeping him close. “Are you okay?” John asked, his voice hushed. Edward nodded and looked over his shoulder. “They’re gone.” John reassured, fixing Edward’s hair. “I’m not hurt” Edward said, his voice small and John leaned in and kissed his flushed cheek because he needed to do something to make him better. “Thank you for saving me” Edward mumbled as John pressed a kiss to his other cheek, still holding him close. “Anytime.” John smiled, pulling him into a long hug. Edward clung onto him and buried his face in John’s coat, his body shaking.

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Two weeks later, their parents were called to the school office. John and Edward were told to wait outside by Mrs White, the head teacher. "What have you done?“ Edward whispered, his ear pressed against the door. “Nothing!” John snapped. “Why do you just assume it’s me?”

“She’s saying…” Edward paused, straining his ears. “Unusual behavior..” Edward whispered, going silent again to listen for more. “Who have you kissed?” Edward gasped , whipping his head around to look at John who was completely confused by this point. “No one!” He wailed, his eyes wide. Edward looked at him and smirked “that’s what she said, you kissed someone?”

The door handle rattled and Edward ran from the door before John could answer, jumping on to the nearest seat which was the one John was already sitting in. “Edward-” Susanna snapped, as she came out and saw them “can’t you sit in your own seat?” Edward shifted on John’s lap, their parents and the head teacher all looking at them. John wanted to defend Edward, explain that he simply jumped into the nearest chair, but then Edward would be in trouble for listening. John stayed quiet, one arm around Edward’s back to keep him from falling off his lap.

The car journey home was quiet. Neither of them knew what they had done to cause an atmosphere. John racked his brain, remembering what Edward said about him kissing someone, but he knew he hadn’t so they couldn’t be mad at him for that. Edward was staring out the window so John poked him to get his attention. Edward laughed and flicked John’s nose, making John laugh too, his eyes watering from the sting. Before they knew it, they were in fits of giggles, ignoring the disapproving looks from their parents.

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“We have a surprise for you!” Their mother smiled at John and Edward walked through the door. Edward had his arm linked with John’s so their mum lightly batted his arm, making him let go. “Ready?” She smiled, starting for the stairs. John was first to follow, followed by Edward and their dad. “As you’re both almost fifteen, we thought it would be nice if..” They got to the top of the stairs and Susanna paused what she was saying for dramatic effect.

“…You had your own rooms!” She finished, throwing open their bedroom door to reveal one bed in the middle of the floor, against the far wall. John’s jaw dropped open. “This can be your room Edward-” she said opening the door to the next room along, that was once their dad’s office. “What?” Edward breathed from beside John, his face as shocked as John’s. “It’s good, you’ll have your own space-”

“I don’t want my own space!” John argued, looking between his parents. “I like sharing a room.” Edward added, his hand touching John’s. John instinctively held it as their dad tried to list all the reasons why having your own room was a good thing. “You can invite your friends around?” Their mum suggested hopefully. John didn’t want to stamp on her excitement but he couldn’t keep himself from saying “Edward’s my friend. I don’t need anyone else.”

“Just give it a try, if you really don’t like it..” Susanna sighed and folded her arms, pausing for a second before saying “we will move it back.” Edward squeezed John’s hand and John agreed.

It took one night before they decided to move Edward’s bed back into their room. They waited until they were home alone and moved it back themselves, Edward standing back while he watched John do all the hard work. “Together forever!” Edward declared just as their dad walked in. He shook his head but didn’t comment on their arrangement, instead asking them what they wanted for dinner.

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“John is gay!” someone called as John walked through the hall, heading for the doors. John looked over his shoulder but ignored it as he spotted Edward. “Who was that?” Edward asked as he started to walk in line with him, his arm hooking onto John’s. John shrugged his answer and pushed his way through the crowds, Edward falling behind, letting go of John’s arm. “Lost your boyfriend?” John heard the same shout, turning around to see Edward grabbing Dean Mayher’s shirt collar and pushing him against the wall. John stepped forward, taking hold of Edward’s arm just in time for Dean to push him backwards. Edward stumbled and fell, landing on the floor. “Get off me, Gayboy!” Dean spat and John quickly grabbed Edward, helping him to his feet. “Kiss it better John!” Dean laughed, making the crowd around them laugh too.

John protectively stepped in front of Edward, his hand tightly gripped around Edward’s, holding him in place. “Leave him alone Dean” John said, his voice not coming out as strong as he wanted. Dean laughed harder and Edward pulled John’s arm signalling him to walk away. “Go home and fuck your brother!” He heard Dean call after them as Edward dragged him down the hall.

“What’s his problem?” John raged “are you okay?” John checked Edward over, making sure he wasn’t hurt. “I’m okay John” Edward assured, holding John’s hand as they walked. John looked over his shoulder to make sure Dean was out of sight before gripping Edward’s hand in return. It was comforting, warm and John didn’t feel so angry and hurt with Edward by his side. He looked between them at their hands and wondered if they should stop doing things like that, stop being so touchy. “Edward-” John started, biting his lip before he spoke again. Edward turned to look at him, face relaxed, a small smile on his lips. John smiled back and looked at their joined hands again. He didn’t feel wrong or strange and he could tell that Edward didn’t either. He couldn’t say anything and run the risk of hurting Edward’s feelings. “You’re the best. Don’t listen to them” he said instead. Edward beamed at him and returned the compliment. John didn’t think about it again. They carried on walking home, hand in hand and completely at ease.

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The third time John and Edward found themselves sitting outside the head teacher’s office was because of a play fight. John didn’t quite understand why, it wasn’t like they were actually fighting but he blamed Edward anyway. Mrs Matthews had found them on the field and pulled them apart, her voice raised as she said something about ‘inappropriate behavior’ and marching them to the office. John had listened at the door and heard her describe it as ‘disturbing’ to the head teacher. He looked at Edward and frowned, Edward looking as confused as he was.

“We weren’t even fighting” Edward whispered as their mum walked through the office after being called in. “You boys had better come in too” Mrs White told them, holding the door open for them to pass. Their mum shot them a look and John saw Edward sink down in his seat. He knew they were in trouble.

“Sorry to call in Mrs Grimes” Mrs White started, her eyes focusing on their mum. “There was an incident today on the school playing field. One of our teachers found John and Edward in a..” Mrs White paused, her lips pursed “compromising position.” John looked at Edward, neither of them understanding what she meant by ‘compromising’ and by the look on his mother’s face, neither did she. “What are you saying?” She asked, her eyes flicking between John and Edward for moment. They were sitting next to each other on her left side, Edward was directly beside her and John was next to Edward. Mrs White sighed from across her desk, “This isn’t the first time we’ve spoken about their closeness and I’m afraid it’s getting worse.”

“What?” John snapped, unable to contain himself. “What’re you on about?�� Mrs White gave him a stern look as John gawked back at her. “Mrs Grimes” she continued, ignoring John’s outburst. “This isn’t healthy and in front of the other students-”

“What were they doing?” Susanna interjected, her face stormy. John looked between the two women and back at Edward, who was fiddling with his hands, not even looking up at anyone or paying attention.John nudged him with his knee, trying to figure out why he wasn’t bothered about what was being said about them. Edward flicked his eyes up but went back to picking at his nail, board. John felt like he was being judged, like he should be ashamed, apologise for liking Edward and spending time with him.

“Well..” Mrs White looked uneasy suddenly “John was atop of Edward.. Straddling him.” John saw Edward’s head snap up at that, a incredulous look on his face. John’s own mouth dropped, his eyes wide as everything slotted together in his brain.

Susanna cleared her throat. “Boys?” She asked, her voice even and controlled. John could tell she was angry, he just hoped it was at the Mrs White and not them. Edward was first to speak, trying to explain. “We were just messing around” he said, his voice not one bit as controlled as their mother’s. “Edward stole my last sweet, so I pushed him over and we were just-” John jumped in, his eyes wildly flicking from person to person before landing on Edward, he looked upset and John couldn’t comfort him, not in front in Mrs White. Not now.

“There have been many incidences, as you’re aware "Mrs White told their mother, her face stern. "Many of the other kids have been unsettled by their disturbing behavior.” John wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. The thought of everyone judging them and gossiping, calling them 'disturbing’ of all things made him want to grab Edward and run, never to come back. Edward was frozen, his mouth hanging open, eyes wide and he looked on the verge of tears.

“They’re twins. They’re close and people just don’t understand their relationship” Susanna stressed, looking like she was going to cry too. John looked at her and felt like he’d disappointed her. Upset his own mother unintentionally. “We’ve tried” she went on “after the kissing, we tried to separate their rooms so they had one each, but-”

“Kissing?” John spat, trying to get his head around what was being implied. “You didn’t talk to them about it?” Mrs White asked their mum before looking at John. “A few weeks ago you two were seen kissing in a classroom.” John whipped around to look at Edward to see if he had an idea of what was happening. He needed him to step in, to defend them because John couldn’t. Edward had always been better at speaking than John was, articulating his words so people listened. John wondered if they were too close, maybe everyone was right and there was something wrong with them.

“What kiss?” Edward spoke up for the first time, looking back at John for support. “In classroom 3B, at lunch” Mrs White added as an explanation. John still couldn’t figure it out, he hadn’t kissed Edward, or anyone else. He saw Edward’s face drop as it dawned on him. “That’s what you were talking about..” He mumbled, before turning to John and explaining “when they said you kissed someone? Remember?” Edward spoke directly to him, almost laughing now. “It was me!” He suddenly burst out, tears falling as laughter overtook him. Their mum gave him a warning look, as if to tell him to shut up. “Edward, this is hardly funny” she growled and John actually agreed with her, thinking Edward had actually lost his mind. So much for being the calm, articulate one, John thought.

“My cheek-” Edward giggled, “he kissed my cheek”. John suddenly remembered the incident and frowned. “Wait, so some kids beat Edward up and all you worry about is the fact I kissed him on the cheek?” John snapped, trying to stay calm and not get angry. He looked at Edward, who had sobered up, his laughter had stopped but he still looked incredibly entertained by the whole thing. “This is the stupidest thing ever.” Edward smiled, looking at Susanna and asking “do you really think there’s something wrong with us?” Susanna shook her head, looking at Mrs White. “They’ve explained their side of things, and it’s all innocent” she said, patting Edward’s knee “They’re best friends and they will always be there for each other.”

John watched as Mrs White shifted in her seat. She looked between John and Edward and frowned, obviously not convinced. “They will be put in separate classes from now on” she said, looking back at their mum. John tensed up, but Edward’s hand was on his arm as an indicator to keep quiet, so he didn’t argue. “I will advise you watch them very closely Mrs Grimes” Mrs White warned as they stood up to leave. Susanna shook her hand and gestured for John and Edward to leave. They all walked out and headed to the car in silence.

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“I’m sorry about today” Susanna looked at them in the rear-view mirror as she drove them home. “You two pay no notice to what people think.” John smiled and continued looking out the window at passing houses. He wondered what Edward thought, whether it would change their relationship. Edward might feel self-conscious, he might not want to hug John anymore, or spend so much time with him. John felt his heart sink. “I’m sorry I tried to separate you two, I promise it won’t happen again” their mother smiled and John smiled back, feeling sad.

When they got home, John and Edward went straight to their room while their parents spoke about the meeting. As he climbed the stairs, he heard his mum start saying “you’ll never believe what that bitch at the school called me in for..” John laughed to himself as he got to their room, Edward behind him. John needed to talk to Edward about what was said about them and how he felt. He needed to know if things were going to be any different, if Edward still loved him like he did before the meeting. John couldn’t blame him if he wanted to distance himself from him. Maybe they did need other friends, normal friends like everyone else.John thought back to how fed up Edward looked in the office, how uncaring he was and John knew. He knew Edward had lost interest, was too ashamed to even look at John.

John turned to face him, his eyes searching Edward’s face, looking for clues, he opened his mouth to speak only to be silenced by Edward’s body hitting his, hard. John stumbled back, but Edward pulled him into a tight embrace, his hands shaking. John rested his chin on Edward’s shoulder with a smile. “Don’t listen to them” Edward whispered and John knew then, that nothing had changed between them. They were the same John and Edward and they weren’t going to change for anyone. “I thought you didn’t want to be as close anymore” John whispered, relief flowing through him. Edward pulled back to look at John, a frown on his face. “You couldn’t even look at me in there.” John said, feeling hurt again. Edward scoffed and smiled “because I didn’t care” he said, making John wince. “I didn’t care because i know no one can change us. I don’t care what anyone else thinks John.” John smiled as Edward spoke and pulled him back into the hug. “Best friends forever?” Edward spoke into John’s shoulder where his face was buried. John smiled and gave him a squeeze. “Best friends forever.”

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