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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 9.6 K Warnings: None Prompt: Vixen definitely loves cuddles, so much so, she might be late to an important event. This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 34: You Belong to Me

You opened your eyes sharply, as you tried to figure out where the hell you were. The smell surrounding you doing a brilliant job at grounding you, that was a dream, this was reality. However, being nuzzled in between Sirius and Remus did feel like a dream.

That must have been the third time you had that creepy excuse of a dream. You could barely see anything but you could feel the angst, you could hear sobs and cries and you were in a place you had never been, a big house, or some kind of manor perhaps. You had no idea what the hell it was about but it gave you the irk, so waking up beside your two favourite people on earth had been oddly comforting.

That being said, Remus and Sirius were squeezing you in between the two of them, a little too tight for your still-healing arm to handle. You tried to wriggle your way out of the two, only to realise Sirius had his hand on top of you, holding you like he would hold a plushie dragon. That’s how you realised you were still Vixen, and wriggled your way out however you could. Carefully crossing over Remus’ chest until you were on the other side of the bed, looking at the boys curiously as you realised Sirius wasn’t Padfoot anymore. He was himself, and not only that, but he was cuddling Remus.

You couldn’t help but laugh, you weren’t sure if you had ever laughed as a fox before, you didn’t even know foxes could laugh, and yet you were there, softly giggling at your boyfriend cuddling your best friend. You leapt down from the bed and started looking under it. Remus was awfully tidy, with all his stuff neatly tucked into boxes, you knew he had a camera somewhere, a Polaroid you had seen him carry around every now and then, so you sniffed around a couple of the boxes until you felt the peculiar smell of chemicals that polaroid pictures always had.

At that moment, you turned back, muffling an “ouch” with your hand over your mouth when your head bumped into the top part of the bed. You winced and turned your head to the side as you held your breath. After a full minute where there didn’t seem to be any stirring on the bed at the top, you sighed and crawled back from under it. Letting yourself lay on the floor, head looking up for a minute before you stood again. Your heart, warming as you stared at the two boys cuddled up against each other.

You brought the camera up to your face, and found the shot button, briefly remembering the day Remus had taught you how to use it. You smiled at the memory and positioned the camera and pressed the button. A flash came from its side, and there was a rather loud clicking sound before the camera’s photo started to come out the side. You cursed yourself for not using a silencing spell and looked to the sides hoping you hadn’t woken anyone up. Only then realising how late it must have been since Peter and James were already soundly sleeping on their beds.

You were watching the clock when you heard the bedsheets ruffle right beside you. “What the hell are you doing, Starshine?”

You turned back to your boys only to find Sirius looking up at you with sleepy eyes. He was unfairly pretty, which was distracting enough for him to lay his hand on the other side of Remus and prompt himself to snatch the picture of your hand.

Your eyes widened in shock as you quickly left the camera on the side and went to the bed, trying to snatch the picture back “Sirius, give me that!” You whisper shouted.

“No-uh, I wanna see what you picture you were taking,” he said as he moved to the side of the bed he had been in. The bed wasn’t small, but it wasn’t particularly big either, Remus’ broad shoulder occupied a good bit of it and while you managed to lean your knees near it to try and get to Sirius, you were also trying to be careful enough not to wake up the other boy.

“Sirius, please.”

Sirius arched an eyebrow at you, the picture hadn’t fully developed either. “Something tells me you were taking a picture against my consent.”

“You have taken pictures of me against my consent, you hypocrite!”

Sirius shrugged, “But you’ve never complained about it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, looking at Remus one last time before placing your hand next to his shoulder and kneeling towards Sirius. “It’s my photo!” you said as you tried to snatch it away again, but Sirius only had to move his hand to the side and it was out of reach. “Sirius.”

“I’ll see it and then give it back,” he said. You threw him a look. “I promise.”

You sighed, he turned the photo around and stared. You looked at him, instead of the picture, hoping he wouldn’t get mad. Although knowing Sirius, he was more likely to make a dirty joke about it.

But a few minutes passed and he didn’t say a word “Sirius?” you asked carefully “Are you mad?”

No, Sirius Black wasn’t mad, he was in panic. The first thing he noticed when he saw the picture, had obviously been Remus, how peaceful he looked, how handsome he looked. Which made him rethink his wording. Since when do I think of Remus as handsome? he wondered. Regardless there was no other way to define him. There was something about his closed eyes, his strong and yet delicate features, his light brown lashes brushing over his cheeks, his slightly parted– his fucking mouth. Sirius was thinking of Remus’ mouth again.

Which would have been fine if he hadn’t been thinking of the boy’s mouth in the same way he often thought of yours. Yes, Remus was handsome as fuck while he was asleep, but it was when Sirius noticed the other subject of the photo, that the panic increased. It was himself, but he was all tangled over Remus, his head laying on the boy’s broad shoulder, his arm draped across his torso, he was pretty much cuddling his friend.

And the worst part was, he was comfortable, he looked comfortable, he felt comfortable, and… comforted. He had no idea how it looked when he cuddled you but he assumed it was in a similar manner, or rather, that’s how you looked when you cuddled against him. Sirius looked as drawn to Remus Lupin as he looked drawn to you. I’m fucked.

“Sirius?”

He turned to you, “The picture is frozen.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “It’s a muggle camera, I was planning to charm it later.”

“Is that what Remus does with all the photos he takes of us?”

You nodded, “He taught me how to do it too.”

“I look handsome.”

You stifled a laugh, “You always do.”

He turned to you, an amused smirk on his face as he placed the picture in his pocket “Oh, do I?”

You ignored his flirty question. “You promised you’d give it back.”

“Changed my mind,” he said. “We look way too handsome,” he added. “Who knows what sorts of dirty thoughts it might spark from you.” Perhaps similar to my own.

You rolled your eyes, about to complain again when you felt movement, movement neither of you had caused. The two of you looked at each other with eyes wide before turning to look at Remus, he stirred, closing his mouth and turning his head a little to the side before wrapping one of his arms around your leg. You turned to Sirius, who looked diverted at the sight.

“My picture,” you insisted, once Remus seemed to be back in deep sleep, his strong grip was oddly comforting.

“It’s mine now,” he said simply, he wanted to keep the photo, he wasn’t even sure why, “Let’s go back to sleep.”

You frowned, and moved your leg, realising you wouldn’t be able to lay on the bed and then remembering you were supposed to be there as Vixen, and that the whole reason you were sharing a bed with Remus was because of the scent thing. Fuck, had that been awfully easy to forget. “You’re supposed to be a dog.”

“And you’re supposed to be a fox.”

“You turned back first. I realised when I woke up.”

Sirius frowned, “Yeah, why did you wake up? You said you weren’t having nightmares about…” he gestured at Remus, “anymore.”

You sighed, “They’re not about him,” you said, “and you were squeezing my shoulder.”

His gaze instantly fixated on your shoulder “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

You shrugged. “It’s more itchy than painful at this point,” you admitted.

“And the nightmares?”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” you said before turning back into a fox. Sirius looked at you with a bit of a frown. You were accommodating yourself in the spot between Remus’ arm and his torso, rolling over yourself as you averted Sirius’ piercing gaze.

“Stubborn little fox,” he said looking at you and turned back into Padfoot, using his snout to pull you by biting onto your skin softly and placing you on Remus’ chest. You looked like you were about to protest but Padfoot huffed as if to remind you that the whole reason you were there had been to rub Remus’ scent on you.

You gave him a look but decided to get comfy, Remus’ chest was warmer than the bed anyway. And Vixen liked being around Padfoot a little too much as well. When Pads noticed how comfortable you looked, he nudged you on the side playfully, you turned to look at him before he nudged you again. Sirius wanted to make sure you were all right, he loved you, but sometimes you were too closed off, too self-sacrificing for him to be able to comfort you. How could he hug you and tell you that everything would be alright if you insisted on hiding the things that worried you from him? Of course, he was no better.

When Padfoot nudged you yet again, you figured he was being overly playful, but you weren’t all that eager to go back to sleep so you decided to indulge him. You waited, and when he tried to do it again, you went straight to softly bite the side of his face. He was taken aback by that, and nudged you again, a lot stronger this time around having you roll off of Remus’ chest and onto the side of the bed. Padfoot went straight for Vixen’s stomach, and you kept trying to push him off with your smaller paws. You even bit his ear, a little too harsh and he whined. You pulled back surprised as the large dog stared at you reproachfully. You were about to turn back to check if he was alright when you felt a strong hand tighten around you while a different hand pulled Padfoot back from you by the skin of the nape of his neck.

“Either the two of you behave, or you’ll be sleeping on the floor,” Remus said sternly, eyes still closed. Padfoot whined again but Remus pulled on him a little harder and he shut up. You lifted your head to see Pads reclining his head against Remus’ shoulder, as he had done earlier, when he was a human rather than a dog. His snout was pretty much buried against the back of the boy’s ear, breathing in the smell of Rem, intoxicating as it was.

Remus, still half asleep, and not quite minding having Padfoot’s dangerously large fangs so close to his face turned his head to you “You staying there darling?” he asked softly. Padfoot made a sound that resembled a scoff obviously complaining about how much softer Remus had been with you.

You, still rather unsure, peered your head from the spot you were lying on, Padfoot moved his head to pat Remus’ chest, and you instantly understood what he meant. You carefully moved over, your small paws settling over his strong torso before eventually dropping back down on his chest. You felt Padfoot’s snout veer closer towards you, nudging you softly before going back to his spot almost next to Remus’ head.

Remus placed his hand over you again, petting and scratching you softly. His strong and yet soft hand, along with the way his chest would move up and down softly, had you fall back asleep a lot faster than you expected you would. At least a lot faster than it would normally take you to sleep after waking up from a nightmare.

Sunday, December 5th, 1976

You woke up to a hand shaking you softly. You opened your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the light only to spot James looking at you as if he wanted to wake you up but at the same time was too scared to get accidentally bitten again. He placed his hand on his mouth and pointed your way.

You turned to look only to realise both Remus and Pads were still asleep, when you looked back at James, he was moving his head to the side as if telling you to come with. You turned one last time, you had been awfully comfortable, but James’ face looked like whatever the hell he wanted was urgent. So you stood and carefully walked off of Remus’ chest.

James gave you a look and extended his hands. You narrowed your eyes at him and then nodded and he took you in his hands, grabbing onto you and dropping you on Sirius’ bed, which was far away enough from the sleeping boys not to wake them. Besides, James was pretty sure that Remus’ silencing spell would do the rest of the job.

You turned back, shortly after, blinking as your human eyes got used to the light. James was kneeling close to the bed and looking up at you. “How was your night?” He asked with a teasing smile. “See you’ve stolen not one but two marauders so far. Is Peter next?”

You must have made a funny-looking face as you involuntarily scrunched your nose since James started laughing. “Didn’t Pete tell you? it’s about the scent of the pack,” you explained as you attempted to straighten your scrunched-up uniform, “What time is it?”

“Eleven,” he responded. “The scent of the pack?”

You huffed, being slightly bothered that you’d have to explain it again, but did anyway.

“And you left me out?” James looked at you with his mouth agape, as if he was genuinely offended.

“James, you’re huge!”

“That’s what she said,” he intervened, not even thinking about it and you almost punched him.

“Prongs wouldn’t have fit on the bed. If you wanna cuddle them both you’re more than welcome but I don’t wanna get poked by an antler.”

“I wouldn’t poke you!” he defended.

You just rolled your eyes. “Next time we make a cuddle session I’ll tell you about it, how does that sound?” James didn’t quite seem satisfied about it, especially since you had used an awfully condescending tone but nodded in the end. “Why am I awake?”

“Oh right! Nox was looking for you at breakfast. He asked me if you’d be playing.”

You gasped, “What time did you say it was?”

“Eleven, the game probably just–”

James’ voice trailed off as you grabbed your shoes and started walking outside “Thanks for the heads up, Prongs!!”

When the door shut behind you, James nodded. “I was gonna come with, but whatever,” he said as he stared at the door. He then grabbed his broom and opened the door. When you walked down the stairs, exactly 6 minutes later with a long sleeve blouse, your quidditch pants and some protective gear, James was already waiting for you by the portrait.

“Prongs, fancy seeing you again.”

“I was gonna tell you I was coming when you shut the door on my face.”

“I’m fucking late mate.”

“Yeah, I’m aware… You’re not wearing a sweater.”

“No time.”

“It’s cold,” He pointed out.

“I’ll cope. James, are you coming or what?” You asked as you finished sliding your boot on. “Accio Dark Nimbus!”

Your broom flew from your dorm and towards your hand.

“She’s back?” James asked as he saw you walk out with her in your hand.

“Yeah, got it in the mail 2 days ago. It was already in my room when I woke up.”

“And have you tested it?” He asked, both of you stepping out of the tunnel and towards the hall.

“I’m about to,” you said with a smile as you started running towards the closest window.

James looked at you with a mortified expression, “I cannot express how stupid that is! And I’m the king of doing stupid and unsafe things.”

“We don’t have a game in like… months, chill,” you said as you mounted the broom.

“Yeah but we’re still like 10 floors up in the–” You had already taken off. “Fucking hell, Vixen, if you die, I’ll fucking kill you!” You turned to James with a smile and winked his way before flying away towards the training grounds. James huffed as he saw you go. “How the hell did she wake up with so much energy?”

To be fair, you didn’t know how exactly you had done it either. Not that you were scared of the broom, Nimbus had sent you pretty much an entirely new broom, or at least an entirely new handle. And they mentioned it had been tested with the same rigorousness as any new broom. They had charged a good deal for the repairs too.

But that definitely had nothing to do with how energetic you felt, could have been because of how well you had rested that night, being surrounded by such a warm and comfortable environment. You wondered if it would be too weird to sleep over with Remus and Padfoot more often. It probably is, you thought as you descended on the field as fast as possible.

Your cheeks were pink from the cold, as you looked at Nox with a worried expression on your face. “I’m so sorry I’m late, I’ve got no excuse, I’m a terrible person.”

The last thing you wanted was for people to think you were some kind of diva that arrived whenever the hell she wanted to previously stated reunions. Of course, Nox and Neil knew you weren’t like that, since you had always been on time to the reading club reunions but you weren’t sure for the rest.

“Don’t worry, we’re still waiting for Minho,” Nox said with a shrug.

“Minho? I thought Alex was playing.”

“I am,” said Alex from behind, you almost jumped but smiled when you spotted him, giving him a quick hug, “So I wasn’t that late in the end,” you said as you breathed out.

“Minho will be the referee,” Neil said as he approached and greeted you. “Lemme introduce you to the rest of the team,” you nodded as you waved Alex a quick goodbye as he walked towards his own team.

“All right, guys, she made it,” Nox said with a smile.

“This is Solacis,” Neil said as he pointed at a blonde boy who had a Slytherin quidditch sweater on “He’ll be a beater.”

You extended your hand, noticing the way the sweater fitted him a little tightly, he must have borrowed it from someone. Regulus, you realised when you got a whiff of something that smelled just slightly similar to Sirius, “You were brilliant on last week’s game,” you complimented.

Solacis, who wasn’t at all expecting a compliment, and who’d heard a lot from you from both Nox and lately Regulus, blushed. You almost raised an eyebrow at that, shy Slytherins weren’t something you saw very often. “Thanks,” he muttered, and you gave him a short nod.

“You know Comet,” Nox said, “she’ll play beater too.”

“Annie Doxon, she’s playing Chaser,” he said as she pointed at a small red-head that looked an awful lot like Beth.

“I’ve heard lots of you from Peter, though he never mentioned you played quidditch,” you said as you greeted the small Ravenclaw.

“I don’t do it much, Nox convinced me because I’m really fast at flying.”

“And this is Fawn,” Nox said pointing at a brown-haired girl, “she’ll be our seeker.”

The girl stepped forward and greeted your hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said with a smile “I’ve been watching your games rather closely, you looked slightly strained last game, are you alright?” You raised your eyebrows at that, not being sure what to respond as you continued to shake her hand.

“She sometimes speaks too much,” Neil said as he placed his hand on her shoulders and gave her a look, “She’s my cousin.”

“Well there’s no–”

“Does your arm hurt by any chance?” She asked you again. “I’ve looked through some quidditch-related injuries and it could have to do with one of your backflips. I’ve seen you practise them with Potter and Black, maybe you were overexter–”

“Fawn!” Neil reprimanded, looking at her in a rather stern manner that had you laugh.

“It’s okay Neil, I don’t mind.” You turned back to her. “You’re very observant,” you said, “but the strain in my arm is due to something entirely different, I got myself into a bit of mischief and had to pay for it.”

She looked at you as if she was both surprised and amazed that she’d gotten that right, ready to say “I told you so” to her cousin when Nox turned to you a little concerned. “What do you mean the strain in your arm? Are you still hurt?”

You shrugged “It’s nothing,” you responded, “It’s a lot better now, anyway.”

“Should have told us,” Neil said with a shrug.

“Is that way Sirius didn’t want you to play beater?” Nox intervened.

“Yeah, but he was exaggerating.”

Neil raised an eyebrow, he knew Sirius was dramatic, the entire school did, but Nox had told him how he had stared at him when he asked you to play, he thought it might have been because he was jealous, which he thought was ridiculous. Not to say Nox wasn’t attractive but compared to Sirius Black? Please. Barely 3% of the school would be an actual match against the Black’s handsome genes. In the end, it turned out Sirius wasn’t jealous, at least not of Nox, he was just being protective.

And to be fair, Neil didn’t blame him, you were one to leap towards danger rather than away from it, he had noticed the more you hung out with them in the reading club. That and well, just as you were lucky to have Sirius, the boy was lucky to have scored a girl like you.

“Are you sure?” Nox asked, feeling a little guilty now, fearing he might have pressured you.

“Positive,” you replied with an air of finality. “You’d make a good quidditch commentator,” you said to Fawn who beamed at the compliment as if that was exactly what she wanted to do.

“Ugh, please, she’ll be talking about this the entire week,” Neil said as he placed his fingers to his temples.

“You’re just jealous,” Fawn replied with a shrug, “Now, let me tell you who we’re going up against,” she said as she placed her arm over your shoulder, careful not to touch the shoulder she had mentioned to be strained. “That over there is Johnny Ackley, you might have heard of him?”

“The entrepreneur?” You asked, remembering his illegal brewery and the pins with your face on it.

She laughed at that. “Precisely, he’ll be the other team’s chaser.” She now pointed at a tall boy with bright blue hair “That’s Archer Reed, he’s a Metamorphmagus, so is his sister, Laurie,” she pointed at a smaller girl with pink hair. “She’s young, but Archer has been playing quidditch with her since he got a broom in his hands, they’re both brilliant.”

“Why aren’t they on their teams?”

“Laurie wants to wait until she’s in 4th to apply, Archer does not give three fucks about being on the team, he just likes playing. And he also wants to be an Auror, like really bad, so he’s pretty focused on his studies. Like your best friend Remus.”

You turned to her surprised, it’s not that your friendship with Remus was a secret, you might as well be glued by the hip, but being told about it by someone you just met was rather shocking. As you looked at Laurie, you noticed her short pink hair turn into a mass of black straight hair that she tied with a ponytail at her back, making her look fierce. Her brother on the other hand, looked bright and cheerful with his blue hair and eyes that seemed to glimmer and change as he talked to Alex.

“That’s incredible!” you said amazed.

“Oh yes, Laurie is incredible,” Fawn agreed. “She’s in my transfiguration class, we’re good friends.”

“Isn’t she younger?”

“Yeah, she’s on 3rd, but since she has, you know, a special talent, she takes that class with us.” You gave her an impressed look and then she pointed at another girl, she had short light blonde hair “Harriet Fennel,” She said “She’s all right, I’ve seen her play a couple of times, she’ll be a beater today, we don’t have to worry too much about her.” You nodded at her explanation, almost feeling a bit bad for Harriet who clearly wouldn’t “make the cut” on Fawn’s team.

“And their last chaser?”

Fawn smiled and pointed at a girl sitting on a nearby bench, she had beautiful black and blonde braids cascading down her back, you were sure you had seen her before, probably in the Great Hall, or perhaps at a quidditch game. “That’s Dorcas Meadows,” she said, “She’s brilliant and fierce, she was asked to play with the Holyhead Harpies last year but she declined since she has her eyes on another team.”

You looked at her clothes, spotting a small pin on her shirt, “the Tutshill Tornados,” you said.

Fawn nodded, seemingly impressed at your deduction skills, “Yes, she is someone we should worry about.”

You nodded, “Why isn’t she in the Slytherin team?”

“Left them last year after she had a huge fight with Dmitry,” the girl replied with a shrug. “She didn’t agree with how permissive he was with the rest of the team and their fouls.”

“Most of them are really good players,” you said as you stared at the kids you’d be playing against. “I thought it was just a friendly game.”

Fawn laughed, “We wouldn’t have recruited you if it was just a friendly game, and we too have brilliant players. You’ve seen Solacis play, yeah?” You nodded “He always plays with Nox, just for fun. Comet has a great arm and Neil could easily make the team if he wanted to.”

“He doesn’t?” You asked.

“No he does not,” Neil said as he walked next to the two of you, “I’ve got enough on my plate as is, I don’t feel eager to wake up at 5 am just to practise flying like other people do,” he said as he pointed at you.

“It’s about relaxing!” You responded with a huff, Neil and Nox had been teasing you about it for a while. Neil just laughed and nodded, rather condescendingly. He’d have a field day with Lily, who also teased you over your morning flights. Even saying it was just an excuse to spend more time with Sirius. Which wasn’t, that had just been an added bonus.

“Vixen, you’re fucking insane!” James said as he finally managed to catch up with you. “Why the hell did you–” James finally noticed you weren’t actually alone, “Oh, hey guys!” he said with a charming smile when he spotted them.

You raised an eyebrow at his extra quick change of demeanour, “I see how it is, Prongs,” you said with a huff.

“Well I’m sorry, but last time I checked your friends here didn’t jump off the fucking Gryffindor tower with an untested broom.”

“It was tested at the factory!” You said. Fawn, who had a small obsession with James, was absolutely fascinated with the interaction. She knew you were friends, but seeing the two of you bickering so naturally, made James seem slightly more approachable and less like the superstar she perceived him as. James was about to say something else when you decided to use his natural friendliness against him. “James, this is Neil Perry, Neil this is James, I’ve been meaning for you two to meet each other.”

James and Neil smiled and shook hands, their expressions mirroring each other almost perfectly, you thought it was incredible how two people who didn’t even know each other could be so alike, and yet so different at the same time. Neil was always reading something, James didn’t even know what Lord of the Rings was until you told him about it.

You then introduced James to Nox and to Fawn, who laughed rather nervously as they shook hands, you realised she probably had a crush on him and almost felt bad for the poor girl. There was no way in hell James would ever change his mind about Lily, Fawn knew, and even then, it just made her admiration for the boy grow.

Nox, Neil, James, and Fawn were having a fascinating discussion about their favourite Quidditch Teams when a familiar face showed up. You smiled, waving at him from a distance. Minho had his Quidditch sweater on, sporting his house colours proudly as he speed walked towards everyone.

“‘M sorry I’m late,” he said, he had a bit of a dishevelled stance, and you frowned, “I was helping a friend study and we got carried away.”

Minho was flushed, he had clearly just plopped that sweater on, and perhaps it wasn’t because he wanted to wear his house colours proudly but rather, because he wanted to hide his crumpled-up shirt underneath.

You walked close to him with a knowing smirk, “What friend did you say you were with again?”

“Tom,” he said slightly dismissively, not quite realising he hadn’t mentioned Tom originally.

“Oh I bet you got really distracted then,” you smiled, Minho half scowled at you, “I mean it, I’ve studied with Tom, he can be a laugh sometimes.”

James was nodding in agreement as Minho looked at you in disbelief. No one seemed to understand your teasing, which you expected, that didn’t stop Minho from shoving you off slightly while you laughed.

“That’s all of us, isn’t it?” Dorcas asked, approaching your small group. “Are you guys ready?”

She was at least a head taller than you, and her skin glistened with the sun, you thought that, if Nike the Goddess of Victory looked like anything or anyone, it would be like Dorcas.

You looked at Neil and nodded, the rest of the team started to gather around. “Captains, shake hands,” Minho said, in a very serious tone, both Neil and Dorcas stepped forward and did as told. They were both smiling.

There was none of the tension that you could almost cut during the quidditch games, no house pressure and all that stuff and yet, both of them smirked at each other as if they knew they had arranged an incredible team. It made you almost happier to be playing with them. It’s not that the competitiveness was gone, you knew Neil, he was always rushing against Nox to finish a book first. You tried joining in once but you were no match, they were both incredibly fast readers.

And Dorcas, well… there was something in the predatory way she looked at the teams as if she was aching to play against yours and claim victory for herself. You instantly liked her.

“Good, on your brooms,” Minho roared, you hovered right above the ground, forming a triangle with Annie and Nox. Neil had already flown all the way to the hoops, Solacis and Comet were just above you, bats held tight in their hands, mirroring the formation of the other teams.

You were thankful James had forced you and Sirius to practise for all positions on morning flights, or you would have been a bad choice to play chaser against Dorcas, Alex and Johnny.

“James, mate, would you mind some help?” Minho asked as he leaned onto the boy who was just standing there looking rather excited about the game. Everyone knew he loved Quidditch, but James might have been more excited than even you at that point, he had a huge smile on his face and seemed to almost be holding a breath.

“Of course,” He said as he leaned over the chest with all the balls, and used his wand to open it. James looked at Minho as if expecting for a sign, the boy looked at everyone, making sure they were all on their spots before he nodded. James unfastened the bludgers and they went up in the sky. He took the snitch and allowed its small wings to unfold in between his fingers, smirking towards it as if greeting an old friend.

While still holding the snitch in between his thumb and index, he grabbed the Quaffle with his free hand and threw it Minho’s way, since the start of the game was his responsibility. The two of them looked at each other, and in seconds, Minho was throwing the Quaffle into the air, at the same time that James loosened his grip on the snitch and allowed the golden little ball to fly up into the air.

Both you and Dorcas launched straight for the quaffle, and you managed to snatch it by a hair, but she was trailing behind you as you sped towards their goal. Although, perhaps trailing wasn’t exactly the term you’d use, she was almost flying by your side when you threw the quaffle towards Nox, who was a few feet back but had no one trailing behind him.

Dorcas gave you a wink before flying up and flipping around to chase behind Nox, but he had already passed the quaffle over to Annie, who was speeding towards the goals, but threw the ball your way, you had to duck out of the way of a bludger thrown at you by Archer and managed to score on one of the side hoops, cheers erupting from your team and some spectators that had gathered around the pitch.

James was there, cheering as if it were watching his favourite team playing and you smiled, the boy really is passionate about quidditch. This game might have been one of the games in which you had the most fun. Even if you were playing against the other team, and even if some of the players were clearly competitive, they were all really friendly to each other regardless.

Harriet, from the other team, had been really close to throwing you off your broom when you weren’t looking, and you were saved by the hair when Solacis stepped in and batted the bludger to the side towards Dorcas. The girl had winced and screamed sorry in a friendly way before going back to the game. And when you thanked Solacis, he simply said: “No problem.”

You were in awe by how much more friendly all the players were than at the normal games, and you were truly having lots of fun. Not that normal games weren’t fun, you loved flying either way, but the friendly environment was as exhilarating as the cheers of a crowd on the real games. You were thinking that you’d join their unofficial games a lot more often when you heard Nox scream your way.

You turned just in time to catch the quaffle in your hands and fly as fast as you could towards the other team’s goal. You were really close but Johnny had flown right in front of you and while had a 50% chance of dodging him, you decided to play team and threw the ball Annie’s way and seconds later she scored, earning your team yet another 10 points, which instantly tied you with the other.

The game had been extra tight, so far Solacis and Comet being as fierce at batting as they were at defending their teammates, and you could tell Comet had kept an extra eye on you which you had been pretty thankful for. She had overheard Fawn talk about your arm injury and made a mental note to ask you about it later, you didn’t know of course, but the fact that you were already pretty good friends was enough to make you think that was the main reason she stayed rather close. Not to mention that she had gone around and thrown the quaffle towards Dorcas and the other chasers several times, she was good.

In fact, you weren’t even sure if it was her or Solacis the one that had thrown the ball towards Johnny’s broom and caused him to spin over like a spinning top for almost a whole minute. He had to land and ended up puking, being replaced by James after everyone welcomed him. Not that the boy hadn’t been aching to play already.

Now, having James on the other team had been more than hilarious, he was as good of a chaser as anyone, but since you were on much more friendly terms with him than anyone on the other team, you had gone all out and chased after him every single time he had the Quaffle on his hands. Even committing some friendly faults like pushing him to the side to get him to throw the ball while Nox caught it.

“Oi!” he complained the first time, but soon enough he had been playing just as roughly with you. If Minho had seen the several faults you had committed, he didn’t bother to stop them. Especially when Alex, Dorcas, Nox and Annie decided to join in the fun.

At this point, the quidditch you were playing might as well have been a rugby game from how savage it was getting; Remus had told you about Rugby a while ago, he had been looking at a magazine about it and you asked him. He even told you about his favourite teams and explained that his mom had been a huge fan and that she had dated a rugby player before meeting his dad. You didn’t know much about Hope Lupin, but that was enough to convince you that you’d have to meet her one day.

At some point, you were so busy trying to push Dorcas off her broom with a knock of your shoulder that you didn’t even realise you were both flying straight towards the bleachers until you crashed against them with a loud thud. You were laughing like a mad woman when you spotted a familiar head of black hair in front of you looking concerned.

“Are you all right?”

You just laughed further, you had managed to break enough to not actually crash but rather land disgracefully. Your broom was still in your hand as you tried to get a hold of your thoughts “Yeah Reg, I’m fine,” you managed to say in between laughs.

Had you realised Reggie was watching the game before that point? No. Did you mind that he was? No, in fact, you almost wanted him to play, it had been really fun to seek against him, which made you wonder if he could be good at any of the other positions. He extended his hand to help you up and you took it without hesitation, his smile grew wider after that.

“Didn’t see you earlier,” you said as you mounted your broom again, eager to get back into the game.

“Got here when I heard people were flying like cavemen trying to throw each other off their brooms on the pitch,” he said with a smile.

“Cavemen?” you said offended, “Way to leave the cavewomen out! Have you seen Dorcas and Harriet?”

“Have you seen yourself?”

You gasped, “When did you even become so sassy? Last thing I remember is a scared little boy who didn’t want to go see Jaws.”

“Last thing I remember was a proper lady who wanted to have an adventure,” he countered, which made you laugh.

You turned to him again, sliding your tongue through your teeth as you looked around. “You’ve seen the snitch, haven’t you?”

“That eager for the game to finish?”

“Not at all, just wanted to see if your sight was still as sharp as mine, or Potter’s.” You added as you looked at James who was making a massive effort to keep himself focused on the quaffle rather than flying behind the snitch he had seen several times.

He laughed as you gave him a wink and took off again, cutting through the air straight to Alex who currently held the quaffle.

“Good to see you aren’t dеad,” he said with a smile as he dodged your attempts to bump into him.

“It takes a lot more than falling off a broom to take me down.”

“So I’ve heard,” he replied as he threw the ball towards Dorcas, but you managed to intercept it and gave a sharp turn to travel to the other side’s goals.

You heard Dorcas saying something to Alex in a playfully angry voice, as if reproaching, but the boy only laughed. It was as if every single one of the players, even the most competitive like you: Fawn, Dorcas, Alex and Prongs, had all collectively decided that you would just have fun, instead of taking the game seriously. Everyone was having a blast, and everyone was getting blasted as well.

Johnny Ackley, now watching the game next to Minho –who seemed to be impressed by everyone’s savagery, and also jumpy from how much he wanted to join in– looked glad that he wasn’t playing anymore as Prongs came your way and bumped into your side so hard that the Quaffle fell off your hands just for him to take in in his hands and fly as fast as possible and scoring.

You had stayed over your broom, breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breath when you saw Alex approach you. “You okay? Potter was harsh!” he said with a judgy frown on his face.

That might have been the first time James treated you like he treated everyone else in the game rather than like some injured creature he had to help. Your arm was almost healing completely, some of the scabs already falling off and revealing lighter and smoother skin and while a few sections still hurt, most of it was a lot better, regardless James had been extra careful around you since then, as if he couldn’t get the image of you laying on Sirius bed, body covered with bruises off his head. James had had a rather hard time realising you were –since you weren’t a man– slightly more delicate than the rest of his friends and that had been a reality check.

But you seethed at the thought of being called weaker, so when James stopped treating you like a divination ball and started treating you like a player again, you were ecstatic, you turned to Alex with a huge smile and said, “Brilliant!” right before speeding your way to James again and bumping your not hurt arm against his shoulders, getting his broom to veer slightly off course.

You were pretty happy with the fact that he wasn’t holding back either as he pushed you to the side, both of you laughing and almost veering out of the pitch completely. James managed to throw the ball back towards Dorcas as you threw hands at each other in a playful manner.

“James Potter get your filthy hands off me!”

“You do it first!” he replied just as playfully. You were about to crash into one of the stand towers when you both separated from each other only to round it and meet again on the other side. Both with the most wicked smiles on your faces. And then, in the middle of the two of you, the Snitch passed tauntingly.

You had seen her a few times throughout the game, and she insisted on surrounding the two of you anyway, as if she knew you had been the two people to catch her on the previous games –she did– and yet this time around neither of you were chasing behind her, which obviously, she did not understand.

You and James eyed each other before chasing behind her as fast as you could, not because you were ready to catch it, but because you both wanted to tell your seekers where it was. As the two of you sped behind it, you shouted “Fawn!”

The girl quickly spun around and spotted the small ball, when she did, you drifted off, and when James made sure Laurie had also seen the snitch, he too veered off course, searching for the quaffle, ready to score more points for his team.

Both Laurie and Fawn chased behind the sneaky little ball, spinning around players and towers and dropping down to the ground incredibly fast at the snitch’s whim. The rest of the players were still doing their tasks as fiercely as you were expecting them to and then some. The scores had been tight, in fact, a shot from James had just gotten them 10 points above you when Nox snatched the ball from Neil and threw it your way, this time you landed a shot from a decent distance and tied again.

Seconds later you heard a gasp and then Minho whistled sharply, making it louder with the aid of his wand. Laurie had her hand held high, the snitch being held safely between her thumb and three fingers. There were some claps from the small crowd that had gathered as she landed and even Fawn, was clapping at her friend.

Once you were on the floor, you had the widest smile as you went to congratulate the other team, “That was brilliant!”

“You’re a savage!” James retorted, you shrugged in response.

“You were all incredible,” Minho said as he too approached. “I really wanted to play after James joined in, the entire game went bullocks… in a good way.”

“Great idea to bring her in Nox,” Dorcas said as she pointed at you and then extended her hand for you to shake, “Dorcas Meadows, pleasure to meet you.”

You smiled and greeted the girl, plopping down on the grass floor with a loud thud, followed by Minho, Fawn, James, and then the rest of the team. You were all sitting on the floor as you reminisced the game. Regulus had joined in at some point and it made you wonder where the hell your boys were. You were sure you had talked to Sirius and he’d said he’d come, could he possibly still be sleeping?

You leaned in and grabbed onto Minho’s hand, pulling his sweater back to check his watch, since you knew Prongs didn’t have one at hand, but Minho hissed when you touched his skin. “What the fuck you’re an ice cube!” He said as he looked at you worried.

“It’s kinda chilly, isn’t it?” You said as you pulled your hand back to bring it up to your face and winced when your fingers brushed onto your cheeks. Did you feel cold? Yeah. Did you know how freaking cold you actually were? Not quite, the adrenaline had kept you warm enough for the duration of the game.

James pulled onto your shirt. “Might have to do with the fact that she rushed out of the fucking room when I told her she was late,” he added. “You are wearing more layers under this, right?”

If anyone realised James had implied you had been in his room in the morning, they either thought it was because of Sirius or assumed he meant the common room.

“If I say yes, will you not pester me about–” You were interrupted by a sweater crashing onto your face.

“So you don’t freeze,” Minho said, “And it’s 2 p.m.”

You were taken aback but nodded. “Thanks,” you said as you twisted the sweater around enough to put it on and passed it through your arms. It smelled a bit like Minho, but it wasn’t sweaty or anything. That didn’t stop James from looking at you with a frown while Comet, Nox and Dorcas looked at you with a knowing smile.

“What?”

“Green suits you well,” Nox said with a smirk.

“No, it does not,” James replied almost instantly.

“She would have made a fine Slytherin, I’ve been saying this for a while,” Comet told Dorcas, loud enough to get James to hear, she just wanted to tease him, clearly.

“No, she would have not,” he countered, exasperated.

“Bet the hat considered her for Slytherin too,” Regulus told Minho with a smirk.

You had almost forgotten how seriously they took house rivalry, but instead of joining the discussion, you just pulled the sleeves of the overly large sweater over your hands and pulled your knees to your chest, leaning your elbows against them in a rather comfortable ball position. Perhaps being in Slytherin wouldn’t have been as bad as you had initially thought, you were sure you would have found your way to the good Slytherins. But then, you might have not been able to make friends with Lily, James, Pete, Marlene and Mary, Tom, Beth or… Remus. No, you wouldn’t switch your house for anything, you wouldn’t change your friends for anything. Let alone for the cool aesthetic of the snakes.

But James, Comet, Minho and Laurie (who was also a Gryffindor and had taken James’ side), were already arguing about the houses and the qualities needed to be on them. “You know I could have also been a Hufflepuff,” you said just to stir more trouble.

Alex instantly knew what you were doing and nodded, “Yeah, I totally see her as a badger,” he said, “You’re patient and always play fair.”

James looked at you in shock, as if what you had said had been preposterous when Neil, who also realised exactly what happened, decided to chime in. “Or a Ravenclaw,” he said, “You’ve always been witty, I’ve seen you at the reading club.”

You looked at him and nodded as if you completely agreed and that got James –and Laurie, who had been adamantly fighting for your case– to gasp. Seconds later, Alex, Neil and you were laughing your asses off as James stared confused.

“They’re fucking with us mate,” Laurie said as she nudged the boy. Laurie had quickly gotten comfortable with James; she imagined that was exactly how Archer would be if he had been a Gryffindor like her.

James gave her a look and then pouted playfully before joining in the laughter.

After a while of more talk, you all decided to go to the great hall together, but when you got in and saw neither Remus nor Sirius, you decided you had to go check on them. Not because you thought something had happened to them, but rather, because you had missed them in the game. At least one of them had always been with you on games or practice, and even if you wouldn’t admit it, you missed Sirius’s excessive teasing and Remus’ disapproving glances when you did something incredibly cool –or incredibly dangerous– depending on whose perspective. So you bid your goodbyes to everyone and walked up to the common room.

Sirius was playing with a muggle cube that his cousin Andromeda had gotten him as an early Christmas present as he lay on the couch with his legs propped over Remus’ lap while the latter seemed to be attentively reading a book.

“I missed you at the game,” you said as you approached.

“Moony had a headache,” Sirius said. “Stayed for company, Pete told us Prongs was with you.”

Sirius frowned at the cube and set it on the side before finally looking up at you, his frown deepening as his nose twitched. “Why the hell are you wearing a Slytherin sweater?” he asked.

“Oh, this?” You said as you pulled it from your body a little and shrugged. “I didn’t take a sweater with me since I slept in, which I entirely blame on the two of you,” you said as you pointed at them both, and then proceeded with your story, “Minho noticed I was cold and lent it to me.”

“Take it off, would you?” Sirius said, annoyed.

You gave him an impatient stare, “Puppy, I know you hate Slytherin, but I don’t believe in house bias, I got here so many years later, the whole house indoctrination didn’t work on me.”

“It’s– it’s not that,” he said, looking to the side.

“Hold up,” You frowned, seeing how tense Sirius was and being taken aback. “Sirius, are you… are you jealous?” He didn’t speak. “You know Minho’s gay!” you stated.

Remus’ ears perked at that, of course, he knew Minho was gay, he didn’t know you did though, let alone Sirius.

Sirius bit his lip. “It’s not that either,” he added. You looked at him with raised eyebrows and a questioning expression, indicating him to elaborate. “It’s just, you…”

“You smell like him,” Remus said, finally pulling his head from the book, a bitterness that didn’t slip past you but that you didn’t quite understand laced his tone. “He was Padfoot all night, his reflexes are wonky,” he added then, trying to fix his initial tone.

You gasped, your eyes opening wide as realisation hit you. You quickly pulled the jumper over your head and threw it to the side. “Better?” Sirius shook his head and walked towards you, pulling you into a bone-breaking hug. Making sure to pass his arms all over your back as he did. Trying to rub Minho’s scent off of you.

“I’m sorry, puppy,” you said regretfully.

“You fucked all of last night’s work.” He said with a sigh as he dipped his head on your neck and sniffed, he frowned, there was way too much fucking Minho mixed in with your scent. Your sweat was barely perceptible, him and Remus were almost fucking gone all together.

“I did?” you asked with a worried frown, “Is that why you’re mad?”

Sirius almost laughed, “It’s just gonna give me an excuse to cuddle you all over again Kit, that’s most definitely not it.”

“Have you ever seen a dog bark at its owner after he’s been with other dogs?” Remus asked from his spot, he was just as eager to go rub off the smell of Minho but he knew it wasn’t his place, though he was sure to brush his hands all over Vixen the minute he had the chance, fuck circumspection. He could definitely not, have you smell like any other being near the moon, Moony wouldn’t tolerate it, he barely could. At least Sirius was doing a decent job and making you smell like you should, like the two of them, like the pack.

You pulled back just a little to look at Sirius. “Is that what this is about? You’re barking at me for playing with other dogs?” you teased.

He huffed and brought you back into the hug. “We worked hard yesterday for you to ruin it with a sweater.”

“And a Slytherin one,” Remus added, joining along the teasing, wanting Sirius to get riled up, he rather enjoyed it when he did, Sirius’ ears would go pink and he would flip his hair in a rather annoyed manner that Remus thought of amusing.

You laughed at that, but leaned into Sirius’ hug regardless. “Next time I’ll make sure to ask for a sweater with a different house logo, perhaps a Hufflepuff?”

“Next fucking time take my Godric-damned leather jacket with you instead,” he retorted through gritted teeth.

You eyed Remus and shrugged with an amused smile. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged in return, he seemed to be having fun as well. Of course, he was playing it cool, he rather preferred it when you wore his sweaters.

Then Sirius frowned, remembering you too were an animagus, which made him wonder. “Has it never happened to you?”

“What has?” You asked as you brushed your hands through the back of his hair, Remus stared at the two intently, wondering what it would feel like to wrap the two of you into a hug, smelling both of your heads carelessly.

“The smell thing…”

You thought about it for a second and then you nodded, leaning further into his chest. “That time you’d gone Hogsmeade with the girls, we weren’t dating, but you came back smelling so much like Beth, I was snappy as hell with her for a week,” you said.

“Sorry.” He said honestly. “It’s a dog thing.”

You sighed. “I figured…. and I hadn’t even been a fox for months back then.”

“Jealous little Vixen,” Sirius teased, still brushing his hands all over your back, being extra careful. You almost laughed, after all, he was the one rubbing himself all over you either way.

Later that day, while you were looking for your own Godric-damned sweater through your bottomless chest, you found something else, and as you stared at it, it downed on you, Sirius had never once complained, nor looked uncomfortable when you wore Remus’ sweaters.

It had to do with the smell of the pack, right?

No. In fact, he tended to veer closer to you when you wore Remus’ sweaters.

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When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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9. 𝓐 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱

"Mrs Mitchell," the vampire called as he entered the lavishly appointed study room they had designated for (Y/n)'s lessons, "I regret to inform you that classes will be canceled for the evening."

(Y/n) was startled by that. The sudden announcement was as surprising for her as it was for the governess. Though (Y/n) supposed she didn't mind skipping this evening's classes. History was quite boring after a certain point. With a subtle sigh of relief, she approached the man, grateful to escape another tedious lecture.

Her teacher, however, didn't look so pleased. She shook her head in clisapproval. "The young miss has already missed a class this week," she reasoned, annoyance etching her features. Firmly, she held onto (Y/n)'s arm, hindering her departure. "Allowing her to miss more classes will only reinforce the notion that her behavior goes unpunished."

(Y/n) glared at that. She did skip a session this week, and two the week before. The vampire was quite lenient on that subject. As long as (Y/n) asked nicely and behaved as he wanted her to, he didn't mind if she missed some lectures. Lessons were fun in the beginning, but now, the woman was becoming stricter. Every little mistake was met with harsh words and more work. She couldn't count the number of time she had been forced to write the same lines over and over again just because of one word that hadn't been written properly. Or the number of time she had to recite the same poems.

"She is an intelligent young lady, fully capable of catching up," he responded with a dismissive wave of his hand. His gaze descended until it rested on (Y/n)'s wrist, and he pursed his lips. "Release her."

"That little missy is going to grow up spoiled," she spat in annoyance. "Ladies must not grow to become self indulgent or spoiled."

"My child is flawless in her current state," he hissed with a dangerous undertone.

"Your child?" she scoffed with a sardonic laugh. "This girl speaks and behaves like a commoner. Individuals of her kind should be well aware of their position in our society."

(Y/n) glared. The vampire took a dangerous step forward. "You should know your place," he snapped back. "Release her at once!"

"My responsibility," she responded with an indignant sneer, "is to educate properly this young misfit, and I shall discharge my duty as I see fit—"

In the blink of an eye, the woman found the vampire's fingers encircling her throat. (Y/n) freed herself from the woman's grasp and retreated. The woman continued to wheeze desperately. (Y/n) witnessed the vampire's hand gradually constricting around the human's throat. Every second, he was squeezing it tighter, and tighter, and tighter and—

"Don't do this!" She pleaded. "Please don't kill her!" Her desperate plea resonated in the tense silence of the room

"She is receiving her due, starshine," he replied with a composed, even voice. "If you don't wish to witness it, you may simply leave."

"She doesn't deserve death," she pleaded desperately, attempting to pry his hand from the human's throat.

"Leave," he ordered. "Go amuse yourself with your little dolls. I shall fetch you once this ordeal is over."

"No! You can't -"

"Get out," he bellowed.

She flinched, recoiling from his command. (Y/n) cast one final, pained glance at her teacher before turning away. Suppressing tears, she grappled with the conflict within—choosing self-preservation over another's life. Hugging herself for solace, she closed the door behind her.

...

She sat on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. A certain relief settled upon her as she realized the noises from the study were muffled. She wouldn't have to hear the noise, granting her a reprieve from the grim images haunting her mind. Perhaps, in this solitude, she could convince herself that the cruel vampire wasn't within those walls, smothering the life out of that woman.

Her eyes casted upon the door once she heard the creak of the cloor opening. The nobleman entered, looking regal and calm. He gave a distasteful look at the door. "Remind me to instruct a servant to oil that door's hinges," he remarked with a frown. "The creaking noise is rather annoying."

Silent, she listened as he continued, unsure if he failed to notice or simply didn't care about her inner turmoil. He summoned a maid with a ring of a bell, issuing orders before leaving the room, allowing her a moment of privacy for the attire change.

In the hands of the maid, (Y/n) was adorned with a tightly laced corset over a delicately trimmed chemisette, paired with a long blue skirt embellished with intricate embroideries and trims. The many layers of petticoat complimented her skirt. Dark blue gloves and a bonnet completed the look, harmonizing with the rest of her attire. Finally, she completed it with a small diamond necklace and bracelet. He came back just as she was done getting dressed — like the last time, he gushed and showered her in compliments, marvelous — and they were ready to leave.

(Y/n) stepped into the carriage and the coach started its journey through the moonlit night. "Where are we going, sir?" she inquired, her voice a soft melody that wove into the fabric of the night.

The vampire, seated opposite her in the carriage, allowed a subtle chuckle to escape. "Sir? You don't need to call me that, doll."

"And what, then, should I call you?" The words were poised with a gentle defiance.

His gloved hand reached out to her, fingers entwining tenderly with a strand of her hair. She recoiled with a sour expression, prompting a subtle narrowing of his eyes as his hand retreated. "Father," he declared, the wind carrying his soft whisper.

A near-imperceptible snarl curled on her lips as she responded with defiance, "Never, you don't deserve that title."

The vampire reclined in his seat, a bitter edge to his chuckle. "Titles mean nothing to you, I see." He glanced at her with a subtle disdain that lingered in the air.

She remained unyielding, her gaze unwavering. "Titles should be earned, not handed out like sweets."

Frustration subtly crept into his voice as his fingers traced an invisible pattern in the air. "Earned? I have been around for centuries, and you deny me a simple acknowledgment."

"You took the life of my real father," she seethed, her grip on the seat betraying the restraint she fought to maintain.

Leaning in, the vampire's eyes gleamed with a volatile mix of anger and hurt. "Forget about this man," he insisted with a griped tone.

"I won't forget my real—"

"Enough!" He roared, a tempest of anger causing (Y/n) to flinch, her eyes widening with apprehension. She instinctively scooted away from him, the tension palpable in the opulent carriage.

Then, as swiftly as the storm had erupted, the anger dissipated. He sighed wearily, the echoes of his rage lingering in the confined space. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked at her with a weary expression. "Your 'real' father, as you call him, was a mere mortal, a fleeting existence in the grand tapestry of time."

She shot back, her voice laced with defiance, "He was my father, and you took him away from me."

"He was a casualty of our world, a sacrifice for a legacy you cannot escape."

Her eyes narrowed, the flames of resentment burning bright. "Legacy? Don't justify that slaughter with grand words. You're not my father, and I won't let you rewrite history."

He chuckled, the sound mingling with the subtle hum of the carriage's wheels against the stones of the path. His gaze shifted to the window, a distant glint in his eyes. "Have you heard of bonsai trees, doll ?" He asked curiously. He did not wait for an answer and continued. "I first heard of it during a brief stay in Japan in 1808. Exquisite works of art, truly. Elegant ornamental trees shaped with intricate precision. Interestingly, people often assume these trees belong to a specific species, but that is a misconception. To craft one of these art pieces, you don't start with a particular tree. No, you grow it in a pot to stifle its natural growth. Any rebellious shoots must be ruthlessly eliminated. Then, it undergoes a merciless process of cutting, curving, and shaping until it reaches perfection. A long and tedious procedure, but the reward is undeniable."

His gaze bore into hers, a calculated intensity in his eyes. She gulped at the analogy, her heart quickening its pace. "Your point is?" she asked, her throat dry, apprehension lingering in her voice.

He smiled darkly, his grip on her hand tightening gradually. "My point is... I would do a lot for you, starshine." The ominous words hung in the air, a foreboding promise shrouded in the unsettling ambiance of the carriage.

A tense silence enveloped them, the room bearing witness to the thinly veiled threat.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere vampire #yandere father #obsession #yandere #vampire #platonic #x reader #female reader #reader insert #child reader #yandere x reader #tw murder

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tainted-heartz · 1 year

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Hear me out all the welcome home characters (if possible poly if not das cool u could just do wally) with a s/o who intentionally and unintentionally does the frog blink when looking at people.

I just think it would be funny

| bestie I can do poly no matter what its just gonna be so much to write...ITS WORTH IT THO<33 |

- wally finds it..normal funny enough. if you do in unintentionally he won't mind a bit even if you're staring at him during a conversation. hell he may even laugh and jokingly say “ that's a..interesting blink , dearest. ” “ what do you mean? ” “ oh nothing.. ” now if its INTENTIONALLY done he again , doesn't react in the slightest. he's probably seen much weirder so your silly little frog blink isn't much to him.

- julie can't help but giggle at it even if you're staring at something else or talking with someone else. she finds it silly yet adorable! if you blink at her that way she can't help but gently hold your face and say “ you look like an adorable froggy! ” and give you a kiss on the forehead. even if you do it intentionally it don't seem weird to her , she's going to find it cute in her own special way no matter what.

- frank is more of the ones who gets disturbed ever so slightly by the fact you frog blink at people or objects. sometimes he'll flinch if you blink at him but always quickly apologizes about his reaction and even if he's been dating you for some time he'll still jump. “ oh jeez I'm sorry butterfly , I'm just..I'd rather not say creeped out by it. it's just interesting! ” he tries to say that in a positive way and will make up for it by kisses and hugs...your his strange partner and he loves it in some form.

- sally giggles at it like julie but is a little secretive about how she thinks about it. by the way she acts she finds it unique yet adorable. she can actually keep eye contact with you but does laugh if you look at objects you're interested in and do it. “ you remind me of how moths stare at flames or go to them , starshine! it's adorable. ”

- poppy , being the motherly time , ignores it. it's a gentle way of ignoring it and even can't help but kiss your forehead if you're staring at an object or thing while doing the frog blink. she even lightly asks about it and never pushes it but does let a giggle out or two.

- eddie finds it well..funny yet unique! he says that in a gentle way but seriously he can't help but stare in such a loving way but will..lightly joke. calls you his ‘ froggy ’ and if he ever delivers letters to you expect a frog drawn on it with a lot of hearts on it! he even accidentally makes everyone else call you froggy....

- barnaby can and will joke about it only because that's in his nature . yet it will be jokes that show he loves you , if he doesn't joke around with you he might as well not be your boyfriend- he calls you “ frogster ” and somehow can hold eye contact with you and jokingly mimics you.

- howdy can't help but find it unique and adorable , always making eye contact even if you do it but if its for no reason he may be a little creeped out but just stares back usually. you're always gonna be loveable in his eyes but you're just a frog...a very lovable one.

#welcome home arg #welcome home #welcome home x reader #welcome home arg x reader #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally #welcome home howdy x reader #welcome home eddie x reader #welcome home frank x reader #welcome home sally x reader #welcome home poppy x reader #welcome home barnaby x reader #welcome home julie x reader

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from-loomis · 7 months

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Anakin having you startle him as he fucks you, while Obi Wan records it ♡

A/n - this thought has been on my mind ALL day and i must share [also i should very much be asleep cuz i work a late afternoon shift but].

This was all Anakin’s idea, he was the one who wanted to see how breathtaking you looked in his favorite position. You startle his lap while your chest is right in his face, giving him eazy access to bite and kiss all over it. He tried propping up the camera and recording it himself because the idea of anyone else seeing in such an intimate light sickened him, but Anakin could never get the angle he ever so desperately wanted.

Queue the involvement of Obi-Wan, yours, and Anakin’s makeshift cameraman. Anakin made it very clear to Obi-Wan had one job, and that is to get the perfect view of him pumping your tight core full of his cum.

Anakin promised Obi-wan wouldn’t touch you and stay completely silent one of those he didn't uphold. Over your moans, Anakin’s heavy breathing, and the sloppy sound of Anakin rocking all 8 inches of his hard cock into you. You heard the gentle voice of Obi-Wan.

‘That's is, that’s the angle’ Obi-Wan mutters as he revels in the way Anakin pleases you.

‘Enjoying the view, Kenobi?’ You tease, looking over your shoulder. Giggling at the way he refused to look you in the eyes. Anakin grabs your jaw, forcing your gaze back onto him.

‘His enjoyment doesn't matter.’ Anakin snarled as his hand dropped from your jaw to your throat. ‘Your focus should be on me, not him. He is not the one who is going to make you cum, I am.’ He quickens his pace as the both of you grow close to your orgasm. ‘Ani- I’m gonna cum.’ You whined. ‘I know starshine, cum for me. I’m right behind you.’ Anakin grunted. You core squeezed Anakin like a vice as you came. ‘Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum so fucking deep in you.’ He groaned as he stuffed you with his seed.

‘You got that all on film?’ Anklin snickered at Obi-Wan, who had a soft blush across his cheeks and a hard-on in his trousers.

#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin smut #anakin x you #anakin skywalker smut #star wars #anakin fanfiction #sw anakin #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x reader #obi wan #sw obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x reader

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izzyizumi · 1 year

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m E: *Takes Deep Breath* ME: I LOV-- anyone who has spent five seconds around me ever: yes, you love GHOST GAME, we get it okay, you love DIGIMON GHOST GAME, /GHOST GAME/ is a *NEW* brightest f*CKING Starshine in your life, you f*cking ADORE{/D} IT {/SINCE THE 1ST EP}, yes okay yes, you love GHOST GAME!!!, HOW many times are we gonna go through this, yOU F*CKING LOVE GHOST GAME ACTUALLY AND IT'S OK FOR YOU TO LOVE THE GHOST GAME SERIES AND CHARACTERS!!!!

#ghost game #ghost game positivity #ghost game posts #ghost game humor #izzyizumi posts #izzyizumi humor #gg chosen #dgmn brighteststarshine #gg brighteststarshine #brightest starshine parody #izzyizumi parody posts #(bANGS FISTS DOWN)#(JokePost for MY BLOG OK)#(If you don't care to see this Please Do Not Interact)#(and Move On)#(Interacting respectfully is OK!)#(I've been doing variations of this parody but I need one SPECIFICALLY for GG now)#(I can't add blogrules to this post so again Please be Kind interacting)#(I DO HAVE Blogrules And They Should Still Be Noted THANKYOU)

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bad-decision-central · 2 years

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Hello friends, I know I haven't been too actively lately but I shall return soon. Until then I do have discord:

Sleepy_Skies#9722

I hope everyone is having a great day. I encourage everyone to do at least one kind thing for themselves today. Be it simply a bubble bath, or hot cocoa, or watching your favorite show. Whatever will brighten your day 🧡

#No Duels Here || OOC #Good Morning Starshine the Earth Says Hello! || Positivity

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hijackalx · 6 months

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WYLL SFW HEADCANONS:

wyll puts on this tough guy front but he is A BIG ASS BABY YALL !!! like he wants to be babied sooo bad lowkey. he wants to lay his head in tav's lap while they stroke his head and listen to him complain about his day 😭😭 hes so sugary sweet too. like calls tav so many pet names and wants them to do the same. the type of dude to text tav some shit like "goodmorning starshine! ⭐️😁" #CORNBALL !!!!!!! but in a good way tho like its just so goofy and endearing

okay but sometimes if hes feeling really moody he'll get kind of toxic. like if tav doesnt watch what they say to him he'll shut their ass OUT and get pissedddd. he usually comes back around tho in like an hour so its ok lmaoo

also even tho he wants to be babied behind the scenes in public he wants tav to be like, his damsel in distress. he just wants to protect them and play the knight in shining armor so bad. it makes him happy just go along with it yall

i feel like hes similar to lae'zel in a way like he also just wants to feel like hes good enough. validate him or he'll be sad (it will crush him eternally)

love language:

giving= physical touch and acts of service

was anyone surprised. i feel like he wont be comfortable touching tav for a while tho like he just doesnt want to overstep boundaries. he is the type of person who takes that kind of stuff reallllyyyyy slowly at first like itll have tav wondering if hes disgusted by them or something. like why did u jerk ur hand away like that tf? the whole time hes just being considerate 😭

receiving= words of affirmation. and quality time cuz him and tav do a lot of leaving room for jesus at the start. but yeah he just likes to be around tav like kind of the clingy type ? not obsessively tho. if they need space he'll respect it. he also wants tav to tell him what a big strong man he is and also praise him for always protecting them and all that.

i think hes pretty tall im getting 6'2 vibes from him also pretty buff. like HIS ARMMMMSSSS OKAYYY i feel like theyre his prized characteristic. ugh imagine them flexing while hes showing off and dropping baddies for u 😍😍

WYLL NSFW HEADCANONS:

i feel like he switches between dominant and submissive OCCASIONALLY but hes mostly dominant. like he feels it is his manly duty or whatever LMAO although he just kind of naturally takes control like that. like i dont think he thinks about it very much.

the MOST vanilla mf here. but thats ok. his fav position is missionary but sometimes he likes to spice it up with doggy style lol. lovvvessss oral like both giving and receiving. i think when hes receiving oral is when he'd be most submissive tbh. how tav looks going down on him is just sooo hot and how they look up at him like he prolly nuts quick asf gettin his meat slobbered on LMAO

godddd i feel like hes totally into breeding tho. like wants to cum inside SO BAD !!!! if tav is afab hes totally into the idea of getting them pregnant and is open to having lots of kids. if tav wont let him cum inside he'll ask to finish on like their face or stomach.

he prolly has beautiful ass rugged manly hands and they prolly feel soo good on tavs skin.... especially if hes fingering/giving a handjob 🤭 EUGH I LOVE IT

omgomgomg hes into manhandling too like he def wants to pick up tav and throw them around *gently 😌 hes not into hurting tav even a little bit like if u suggest it he will literally go soft af and it will turn into a naked therapy session

i wouldnt say he normally finishes fast only when hes getting a blowjob. other than that he has good stamina. also hes prolly around 7 inches a little closer to 7 than astarion is lol. his definitely looks angry af tho like rlly veiny and THICK !!!

during aftercare he expects tav to be attentive to him like hes WORE OUT !! he wants them to get the towel for him 🥺 and clean him off 🥺 and get him fresh clothes 🥺 and tuck him in 🥺 and kiss him goodnight 🥺 HAHAH BUT IN A CUTE WAY OKAY

#can yall tell i love wyll LMAO #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #wyll #wyll ravengard #wyll x tav #wyll x reader #x reader #headcanons #bg3 headcanons #my headcanons #love language headcanons #love languages

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starstruckunknown-princess · 8 days

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Cornflower - Poe Dameron x Reader

Cornflower (Centaurea cyanus) - Meaning: Hope in love

Summary: Your feelings for Poe come to a head after a night of drinking.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 856

Warnings: Angst/Fluff, Alcohol use/slight drunkenness, reader has feminine qualities (wears makeup and a dress) but is otherwise not physically described, use of nicknames (sweetheart, sweetness, starshine), confession of feelings, kissing

Day 18 is for Fluffy endings! Slight angst but ends with fluff.

In Bloom Masterlist

Likes, Comments, Reblogs are ALWAYS appreciated! ❤️

“Maker above, Dameron, what will it take for you to ask me out already?”

The cantina was mostly empty by now, and your body was buzzing with the alcohol you’d consumed. You’d gotten all dressed up, styled your hair — kriff, you’d even worn makeup in the hopes that after months and months of flirting Poe Dameron would finally ask you out. Dropping hint after hint that night had frayed your nerves and now that it was just the two of you left in the booth, you had snapped.

Poe’s face looked like you had slapped him, perfect lips parted before setting into a firm line. He scooted back a bit, putting distance between you for the first time all night.

He sighed, long and hard and your stomach clenched.

“Look, sweetheart—” he started.

“Oh, no,” you interrupted, gut falling into your shoes. “Did I misread this? All the flirting, the touches, the lingering glances — it’s all been in my head, right?”

“No!” Poe said as your panic spiked and you looked around you, ready to bolt. “No, sweetness, it’s not all in your head.”

He put his big hands on your shoulders to keep you from running away. The haze of booze made his grip feel heavier than it actually was, the warmth radiating from his hands was insanely comforting.

“But I…I can’t right now,” he said, tone laced with regret.

You tilted your head at him in confusion. “Can’t what, Poe?”

His dark eyes met yours, brow furrowing to convey the seriousness of his position, “Look, my job right now is to hop in an X-wing and blow things up and in case you hadn’t noticed, it’s not the safest of occupations.”

You nodded gravely, knowing how many good pilots hadn’t come back.

“So I can’t get into a relationship right now,” he said, trailing his hand down your arm and taking your hand in his. “Because I can’t be the reason someone like you falls apart in case I don’t make it back.”

Your heart broke for him then. Suddenly, the string of one-night stands and broken hearts left in his wake made sense. All you wanted to do was wrap him in your arms and assure him that you could handle it, you wouldn’t fall apart if he didn’t come back from a mission.

But that would be a lie. Even with him as a friend, you knew you wouldn’t recover if Poe died in the line of duty. Of course, you knew it was a risk every time he got in his X-wing but that was just a fact of life in the Resistance. You had something bigger you were fighting for. Everyone on base was prepared to die for it.

What would it take for Poe to live for it?

With his hand over yours on the table, his thumb absently tracing your knuckles and slowly driving you insane, you couldn’t take it anymore.

You ripped your hand from under his and slid out of the booth, making a mad dash for the door. You didn’t slow down until you were back in your room, and that’s when you let the tears fall. The alcohol in your system wouldn’t allow for you to put this into any kind of perspective tonight, you knew that, so you resolved to just let yourself cry it out and go to bed.

Stripping off your dress and getting into your pajamas was a herculean task, but you managed it. Just as you crawled into bed, you heard a knock at your door.

“Sweetheart?” Poe’s muffled voice came from the other side. “Please let me in.”

You sighed and shuffled over, punching in the door code to see Poe on the other side, looking like he’d aged ten years in the last fifteen minutes. He came in when you stepped aside.

“I’m stupid, okay?” he declared, whipping around to face you when you closed the door and leaned against it. “What I said back there, it…I’m just…”

“Scared?” you supplied. He nodded, adam’s apple bobbing when he swallowed. You giggled at his response. “Poe Dameron, hero of the Resistance, ace pilot and bane of the First Order is afraid of little old me?”

Maybe you were still a little drunk.

But Poe’s incredulous laugh was worth it. You smiled at each other, moving toward each other like there was some gravitational pull between you.

“Yeah, starshine,” he said lowly, “I’m terrified of you.”

His hands landed on your waist and yours sought out the warmth of his broad chest, neither of you looking away from the other. You didn’t stop, leaning up on your toes as he leaned down. Your lips met in the middle, and fireworks exploded behind your eyes. Heat flooded you when he deepened the kiss, his strong hand resting on the side of your neck and his thumb tracing along your jaw.

When the two of you came up for air, he rested his forehead against yours. Breaths mingling, he asked.

“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?” he breathed out and you couldn’t resist teasing him.

“I’ll think about it.”

#writing challenge #fanfiction #in bloom #fluff #slight angst #star wars fic #fem reader #poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe x you #poe dameron x you #poe dameron #poe dameron fic

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echantedtoon · 1 month

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Eclipsed Starshine (Yandere Kokushibo x Reader) Ch2 Sealed Vows

(Hey everyone. I just wanted to thank everyone who read this far and liked my story enough to read it to it's end. I had a lot of fun writing it and it makes me happy knowing some people loved it enough to read it fully. If you liked this consider checking out my other works. Thanks to everyone for reading this, faving it, or leaving a nice comment. And thank you to Koyoharu Gotouge for creating such wonderful characters and giving me the opportunity to make this wonderful story. Art not mine found on Pinterest.

Warnings for yandere themes and mentioned murder. This will be from Kokushibo's pov.

EDIT: I know it looks like Yn is coerced or kidnapped but she made the choice to go with Kokushibo. If she had chosen to stay he would've respected her space but still pursued her. It's vague but as said the relationship is not toxic and mutual.)

Church bells chimed in the morning.

Flowers. Soft petals. Meant for their beauty to symbolize the beauty of the bride.

Organ music. To match in chimes of the steps of the bride walking down the aisle.

An audience to shed tears of happiness for many happy moments to come from this union.

Smiles shown at one another in the joys of the moment.

A breath to fill her lungs trying not to cry as she smiled up at the man in front of her. The one she were going to marry and have a life with. But this moment couldn't wait. This magical moment after a year. Some say it was fast but she supposed it was called love at first sight for a reason.Or at least it was supposed to be. A wedding was nothing if a groom never had given up on the woman that grabbed him by the heart and refused to let him go whether she wanted to or not. Whether she knew or not.

The softness of the cushion under her legs helped little to calm her nerves. Neither did the figure of the tall man next to her dressed in the traditional black attire for the ceremony. The smiles of the few guests in attendance also did little to comfort her pounding heart after being brought to this place. Everything happening so fast and too soon. Only to clutch her wrist and bring it up to his chest. The stare of six darkened eyes of love and obsession. A fine line between both melting into one unholy merge. He supposed she knew what would happen after that night when she awoken the next morning after that day-

Cold.

The bed felt colder when you awoken. The warmth she felt only came from the blanket that covered her body and the dim embers in the fireplace as her eyes slowly opened up. Delicate turquoise blinked awake at nothing before she realized that your back was cold. Twisting around, she flipped onto her back head turned but paused seeing that the other side of the futon was barren. Nothing but the cold air hitting her body. Her eyes blinked at the empty space before slowly sitting up.

"Kokushibo?"

A hand reached up to rub her face as she looked around your home. The sunlight cascaded down through the windows and lit up the entire place however not one trace of himself could be seen by her position.

"You are awake."

She nearly jumped out of her skin seeing the demon sitting right above her head. His stoic, calm aura was as unchanging as another other time they both interacted but there was something else added now. Something more..focused. More serious as the six eyes focused on her reminding her of how a cat would look at a mouse. It sent an involuntary shiver down her spine before she shook it off and smiled at him..

"You're still here. I thought you were going to leave as soon as day broke."

"Hardly. I have other business with you now."

Her head tilted in confusion. "You want me to make you more food before you go?"

"It's more serious than that." His head tilted. "I will be blunt and forward with you. You are to come back with me and become my wife."

There was silence. Nothing but then both staring at one another until she finally blinked.

"What?"

"You heard me," he bluntly stated making her hands drop the blanket in her hands. "Our union is already closed. All that is missing is the proper ceremony which we will have back home. We are leaving today."

"I- You- ...H-Hold on!" She held up your hands leaning away as he leaned forward. "Who said anything about m-marriage?!"

"I did and it will happen. We're in too deep now. We have obvious attraction to one another."

"B-But to jump straight into marriage?!"

"No. Not yet. You'll spend a year with my family as my fiancee before you and I will have the ceremony. That is how long it will take me to best this war."

Her eyes widened considerably. "You win the war?"

"Yes." His eyes became half lidded. "You'll be safe on the right side. Or I should specify the east."

Her brows furrowed. "East... Impossible. That province is under the control of the Tsugikuni Clan. Unless you're fighting for them, the province won't accept you."

"They already have and will continue to considering you are having a conversation with a member of that same clan." He watched as her face dropped and eyes widen in realization and possible horror. He supposed there was only a matter of time before she found out anyways.

"What-...Who ARE you?!"

"I go by many names. My enemies know me as Death. Strangers as Kokushibo. My men as their Lord. My family as Michikatsu Tsugikuni." Those beautiful turquoise eyes widened even more, especially when a hand reached out to tilt her chin back up to him, the feeling of his claws making her shiver under his careful grasp. "You as Husband. And our family as Father. I have favored you for quite a while now and I have decided that I dislike how these weaklings treat you. As my wife you'll be given the respect you deserve. As my lover, I'll fulfill any wish you want."

"....I don't-"

"These people have already figured out what I am and how you sheltered me." Although that was of his own doing making a show of that wretched old woman's home by completely destroying it by bare hands and claws in a fury. He had taken care of two nasty lose ends, he wouldn't forget about the third. He only spared the old wench because it was more satisfying to watch her break and morn over that ugly pig she spoiled and see the fear in her eyes with every destruction of his palms until the house was nothing but a dirty sarcophagus of the past karma. They looked at him in horror but he revealed in the way fear made them bend like a twig under his fingers. "They only do not approach for they fear of what I may do. As soon as I leave, they will surely seek their ire on you if you stay."

Her mouth worked out but no sound came out. No doubt stunned by the suddenly reality and dazed.

"I trust you will make the smart decision."

The war had ended roughly a year after that. He was filled with more determination than before to end it knowing that he had a ceremony to host. His father's reaction was as expected. Disappointment at both of his sons marrying ones not from nobility. His brother a farm girl, and himself a candle carver. But he didn't care. For once in his entire life he did not care about his father's disappointment. He could take his anger with him to the grave, he more than made up for his disappointment by leading several bloody battles personally and ending so much of the enemies forces by hand alone.

He EARNT this.

He DESERVED this.

He NEEDED this!!

That's why she chose him over staying. She needed him too. That's why she was here dressed in the finest silk shiromuku and sitting next to him patiently as the priest continued on with the rites of ceremony.

"BAH!"

It was only briefly interrupted by one of his infants. The chubby young boy probably did not appreciate being held in one place for so long by his grandmother who quickly shushed the fussing three month old into being still again. It was a gift from whomever gods was watching him he supposed. He wasn't expecting the shock of finding out in a short amount of time he himself would be becoming a father, but he nearly passed out when not one but two children were born unexpectedly. He remembered the exact moment the doctor relayed to him the good news that he would become a father. After so many days of her being sick after being introduced to his family, Yoriichi suggested that Y/n should be looked over in case she was suffering from a cold. A good idea. With their mother's fragile health they couldn't risk it. However he wasn't expecting the results of the doctor's diagnosis. Yoriichi was there with him when it happened.

The impatient tapping of a claw against the wooden table was the only sounds filling the room as impatient eyes narrowed in growing annoyance and worry stared at the elderly woman closely examining his fiance carefully. Asking her question after question. If his brother wasn't there to restrain him he might've throttled her for an answer already.

"How long have you had these symptoms, My Lady? Throwing up every morning and having such a aches."

Y/n frowned more in concern. "Almost two months now. I'm really starting to get worried."

"I see...Let me ask you something. Have you ever carved anything food wise? Anything really strange such as sushi dipped in batter or apples with fish?"

Both brothers had looked at each other in confusion but her face had lit up in realization. "Yes! I've been doing exactly that!! Why?"

The elderly woman smiled widely. "Well then you're not sick at all my lady. You're merely experiencing the first hardships of your pregnancy."

The shock of the diagnosis left him going wide eyed and all breath leaving his body. As if his soul had left the confines of himself for a while leaving nothing but a numb empty husk. However his brother on the other hand-

"Pregnant? As in my brother is going to be a father? And I am to be an uncle?? Oh how wonderful!" He smiled wider than he had in ages. "This is wonderful news! Truly our family is blessed after so much hard times have befallen us! Mother will be delighted when she learns about this! Won't she, Brother?"

THUD-

Yoriichi turned to find his brother unconscious and sprawled upon the floor.

....He shall NEVER speak of that moment again.

Currently his smiling mother held one while his twin napped blissfully unaware of everything Yoriichi's arms. Both twins seemed to favor his mother and brother, tolerated his brother's wife, and absolutely refused to let his father hold them. As soon as their tiny eyes laid on their grandfather's faced they wailed and wouldn't stop fussing if he ever held them making his father give him scolding looks and telling him he'd have to start training them to stop that soon....He conveniently ignored him every time. The only thing he cares about is how happy his mother was with them and that was more important than making them tolerate his presence. He missed enough of their early life as it was during the pregnancy and first month. It was only by pure chance he was visiting the very day they were born. It has been an intense few hours of himself pacing the corridors with Yoriichi trying and failing to calm him and their mother patiently sitting by with a smile as his fiance was shut away with the finest doctors and midwives. Until his heart stopped when the screaming stopped, a baby wailed, and a little while later a midwife had come out of the room with a small blanketed bundle in her arms....he couldn't bring himself to move so the infant was given to his crying grandmother to hold. Which he didn't mind. She seemed in happy bliss holding her first grandchild in her arms. The boy was the spitting image of his mother with those big turquoise eyes that blinked at them as he sniffled.

He was...tinier than he imagined. So chubby and watery eyes. So unlike him. But at the same time a deep pride of something he created was seated beneath the shock.

"Oh he's just so precious," Akeno cooed expertly shushing the whimpering boy in her arms before looking at the smiling midwife. "But how's my daughter-in-law?"

The midwife smiled happily. "She's doing just fine. She's in a small rest before she births the second child."

His head SNAPPED to the midwife all six eyes wide. "SECOND?!"

"Yes! The doctor discovered that she's in fact having twins-"

THUD-

Yoriichi tried and failed to catch his brother before he again collapsed to the floor.

....He was NEVER speaking of that incident again either.

His hands squeezed hers tighter as she smiled at him from under the hood of the shiromuku. A smile that was his and his ALONE as he vowed to her.

"The gods may have brought you to me, but they won't take you away from me. I will deny them just like they've denied me. You're mine eternally."

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princessanonymous · 3 months

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When Night Comes

Platonic Yandere Vampire

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15. 𝓐𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮

Time took its course. Days turned into weeks and those turned into months. (Y/n)'s outbursts became few and far between and Dorian liked to think their relationship was growing closer. She retreated less from him and talked to him more often. She was progressively starting to act more comfortably, like the little bright girl he had met in that forest all these months ago.

Dorian thought fondly of the little moments they spent together. Her nightmares were becoming less frequent, but every time she had one, the girl came to him for comfort. They played chess and, while the vampire was still winning against the girl, she was a fast learner and was getting better at it.

(Y/n)'s etiquette was something he was very proud of. They had gone to two other balls and the girl had behaved impeccably. Dorian had received a lot of comments about how the child acted the part of a future vampire very well; that she was a good fit to be amongst their elite society. He relished at those compliments, a proudness only a parent could feel growing in him.

Additionally, he grew more cautious, understanding he had underestimated her wits. He had ensured that she had less contact with the servant. The unfortunate events on that night could not repeat themselves. He wouldn't allow it. The vampire was however positive that they were unlikely to repeat themselves as he had had an enlightening conversation with the child. One that hopefully crushed these foolish ideas out of her head.

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"I am so relieved you have given up on the silly idea of leaving, doll," Dorian had told her one night as they were both spending time together in the living room.

(Y/n) looked up, but didn't say anything. The vampire, nonchalantly engrossed in the pages of his book, continued his discourse with an air of detached sophistication. "Considering your circumstances, it's not as though you possess anything to return to," he declared, a smirk playing upon his lips, casting a shadow of cruelty. One that was necessary to educate her; she wouldn’t learn otherwise. "You have nothing to go back to. What would you do on your own ?"

She averted her eyes uncomfortably, her shoulders responding with a subtle shrug. "I don't know," she admitted in a soft whisper, her uncertainty palpable.

A chuckle escaped Dorian's lips. "Nothing," he corrected with a pointed emphasis. "But, I am here, which is why there is nothing good in leaving."

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(Y/n) knew it. The child knew leaving would be fruitless and foolish. Dorian found comfort in the knowledge that she relied on him, the assurance of her presence intertwining with his sense of control over the situation. She had to understand who was the caretaker here.

Despite the apparent tranquility of their coexistence, the veneer of familial harmony in the household couldn't fully mask the palpable void that lingered within. It was as if an essential piece of their collective puzzle was conspicuously absent, leaving Dorian with an unshakable sense of incompleteness. As the days unfolded and (Y/n) became increasingly amenable to the idea of establishing connections, Dorian seized upon the opportune moment that presented itself. A subtle shift in the familial dynamic paved the way for him to contemplate the reintroduction of that elusive missing piece into their lives. He had been away long enough by now. 72 years of slumber must have taught him a lesson.

"(Y/n), dear," called out the vampire as he entered the library. He had recently bought books for the girl to read and she was spending more time in their library.

She looked up from her armchair, curiosity etched across her features. "Yes?" she inquired.

"Come with me, starshine. I have something to show you," he announced with an air of gleeful anticipation.

She straightened, tension briefly evident in the set of her shoulders, yet she followed him nonetheless, her steps echoing through the dimly lit corridor. As they approached the basement door, she edged closer to him, her unease palpable, and she hesitated for a moment, the uncertainty etched across her face. She shook her head.

"I didn't do anything," she promised with a brittle voice, her words hanging in the air like delicate glass on the verge of shattering. Her eyes pleaded for understanding. Despite the conviction in her voice, there was a vulnerability that betrayed the turmoil within.

He gave her an understanding look, his eyes softening with empathy, acknowledging her discomfort with this place. He recognized that her fear stemmed from the anticipation of potential punishment. After all, the first time she had been allowed in that basement was to be reprimanded. However, he sought to convey that this time would be different.

"I know, dear," he reassured, his comforting touch guiding her forward. "Trust me, I merely want you to meet someone."

She trembled, a palpable shiver coursing through her frame, yet his firm grip on her trembling hand compelled her to follow him nonetheless, even if it was against her wishes. Her steps were hesitant, but they arrived at the room at the back of the corridor and Dorian used the key to unlock the door.

He turned to his child and passed a hand through her hair tenderly. "Wait here for me until I tell you to enter, starshine," he instructed. He smiled when she nodded dutifully. Dorian opened the door and closed it behind him.

The room, untouched since his last visit, held Killian in a state of slumber. Dorian approached him, placing a hand on the lifeless figure's chest. With a sigh, he declared, "I believe we are ready."

He withdrew the wooden stake, an artifact designed to neutralize their kind, and the body, once inert, sprang back to life. The vampire, now released from the temporary paralysis, slowly rose. He gasped out for breath, the sound echoing in the cold silence of the tomb as he stood up from the casket.

He scanned the room, his eyes adjusting to the muted light, and a sense of disorientation lingered. It however disappeared mere instants later when Killian's eyes shot on Dorian as he put his hands on his chest where the wound that had disappeared by now had been. Sensing an opportunity, the dark-haired vampire seized the moment. With a swift and fluid motion, he retrieved the wooden stake discarded in the earlier struggle. The blond vampire realized the imminent threat. He could feel the energy coursing through the blessed weapon, a reminder of the danger it posed. Fortunately, he sidestepped it with ease as the other had been weakened by the stasis he had been put in.

As the recently awakened vampire raised the stake for a second strike, determination etched on his features, Dorian managed to summon a surge of strength. In a swift and calculated move, he intercepted the descending weapon, his hand closing around it just inches away from his own chest. He found himself cornered against the cold wall, his back pressed against the ancient stones. The impact sent a shiver through his undead form, but the immediate danger was averted.

"Welcome back, darling," Dorian greeted, his voice a mixture of defiance and wry amusement, still struggling against the wooden stake the other was pushing dangerously close to his chest.

"Dorian," the other responded, his tone dripping with a dark edge. "You stabbed me."

He glared at the remark, his previous smiling exterior disappearing in mere seconds. "You wanted to leave," he snapped back to justify himself. "I had to do something to make you understand."

"I will leave," Killian declared adamantly. The dark-haired vampire, unmoved by Dorian's explanation, maintained his grip on the stake, the tip hovering dangerously close to the point of no return. "I will leave, and you will not stop—"

"We have a daughter," Dorian interjected hastily, his words slicing through the tension like a sudden gust of wind.

Instantly, the other paused at the words uttered. Seizing the moment, Dorian acted with agility. The pause granted him the opportunity to disarm his adversary effortlessly. With a swift and calculated move, he deftly knocked the stake from Killian's grasp, sending it clattering across the stone floor.

"What are you on about?" The other asked with narrowed eyes, the fiery being temporarily quelled. Killian, known for his aggression, typically combined actions and words seamlessly.

There existed an unspoken agreement between the two, a delicate balance ensuring that their clashes never escalated to true harm. Dorian had, however, shattered this agreement the day he pierced his lover's chest with the blessed stake—a memory he preferred not to dwell upon. Despite such incidents, a mutual understanding persisted: they wouldn't inflict genuine harm on each other. And while the memory of the quarrel leading to Dorian’s slumber often hung wavy on his mind, he justified his action; Killian hadn’t been genuinely hurt. That had all been temporary; Dorian hadn’t done anything wrong.

"A child. I brought in a child," the blonde reiterated, approaching his partner. Clasping both hands, he offered a smile. "Our child."

Killian's face remained closed off, his stare unyielding. "If she is anything like you, I do not wish to see this girl," he sneered coldly. "I will not raise a child with you."

He looked away for a second dissimulating the hurt he felt at that. "At least, let me introduce the both of you." Before the other could respond, he opened the door and let (Y/n) in. "This is (Y/n)," he introduced. "Doll, this is your—"

"Killian Ambrose-Hart," he introduced sharply, his eyes shining a bright red as his gaze focused on the girl. "She's human."

Dorian stepped between the two, placing an arm on his child's shoulder. With Killian having not fed for decades, the vampire was uncertain of what he might do in his current state of hunger. Who knew what he could do to the human with the hunger he must feel right now.

"She will be turned following her twelfth birthday," he declared with unwavering conviction.

Killian, outraged, furrowed his brow. "On her—you won't," he insisted, pointing accusingly.

He had known Killian wouldn't have liked that. There was a reason why children couldn't be turned before they turned twelve, after all. Following the turning, the body completely stopped aging. It was the same for the person's mind. Children turned before their twelfth birthday were called immortal children. They could not grow physically and neither could they age mentally. The immortal child would therefore lack the self control of an older vampire and become a creature only driven by hunger ; a danger for their world. A liability that was meant to be put down. Turning a child was therefore not allowed and punished by other vampires.

"I can and will," he retorted. "She will be old enough by that point and—"

(Y/n) would be turned after she reached twelve years old. At twelve, it was deemed that individuals had generally developed sufficient self-control. Though turning someone so young was rare, it was permissible. Some at that age were still too uncontrollable, but Dorian was sure it wouldn’t be the case for his fledgling. And even if it was, he wouldn’t care; the mere idea of a member of their vampiric society touching even a single strand of hair on her head would unleash the formidable force of Dorian.

"You cannot curse her to such an existence," Killian tried to reason with him. "What will we do with an uncontrollable beast?"

Dorian would have been happy at the slip — 'We' meant that he felt involved in the child's existence — but his eyes darkened at the way he referred to her. He turned to the girl who seemed frightened by the presence of the other. "Why don't you go to your room, dear," he suggested lightly. "Killian and I are going to have a grown up conversation. Close the door behind you."

She left diligently and as she closed the door, he gave the newly awakened vampire a dangerous look. "Do not," he sneered, "call her a beast ever again. She is well-behaved, and we will ensure her safety once she is turned."

Their argument persisted through the night and into the early hours as the sun ascended in the sky. That wasn't anything new for them—Killian always rambled about how the 'curse of vampirism was something he didn't wish on anybody else'. Or how 'selfish and conniving Dorian had been to doom him to such a fate,' acting like a martyr. If anything, the older vampire should be the one complaining. Killian was too focused on making a tragedy out of his existence to care about anyone else. As always, the two only stopped when both of them had exhausted each other enough and then left it at that.

"I will go hunting," Killian declared, exasperation evident in the pinch of his nose.

"At this hour of the day?" Dorian questioned, both baffled and frustrated.

"Had you not started this complete mess, I would have been able to do so earlier," the dark-haired vampire countered.

"Oh, so all of this is my fault?" Dorian challenged. "Typical of you."

"Typical?" Killian repeated with outrage. "What do you mean, 'typical'?"

"Always trying to put the blame on someone, aren’t you, darling?" Dorian snapped back sardonically.

"Don't you try to put this on me," he threatened angrily. "This is all your doing!"

"This is ridiculous!" the blond exclaimed, flinging his hands in the air spitefully. "Utterly ridiculous; you are ridiculous!"

And like that, another session of arguing began.

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