#this would be a bigger deal if my wrist wasn't still healing

[kingpreciouswrld]

Ayo! How are you doing?

I absolutely love the fics you write!!! 🤌😘

Can you write me one? About Gwen? 🫣

Something like reader is a nurse and they meet after Gwen gets hurt while filming. Reader takes care of her, Gwen asks her on a date. And like after a few years Gwen asks reader to marry her?

Thank you 😊

Pairing: Gwendoline Christie x Reader

Word Count: 965

A/N: Ayooo I'm doing good thank you! I'm sorry this took a while hun, but have a happy holiday! I hope you like it :)

After becoming a CNA, the last thing you would've thought you'd be doing would be patching up actors. You've done it for a while and the pay has been pretty good. It was mostly stunt-doubles you patched up but on the rare occasion actors did their own stunts, you helped them instead. The bright side to working in the film industry was that you didn't have to deal with grumpy old people who were frustrated about their waiting time.

You originally started working on sets when your director friend needed some medical assistance on his set. His actors and stunt-doubles kept getting hurt and the best the crew could do was act like a school nurse; slap on a bandaid and send them in their way. He wanted someone who knew what they were doing and that's where you came into play. Since then, you've been asked by his company to oversee all action and thriller projects.

Never knowing who you'd be working with until they came into your trailer (yes, you had your own trailer as a CNA), you were caught off guard when one of your favorite actresses walked in. 

Gwendoline Christie.

Today's schedule was for Game of Thrones and although you knew Gwen played Brienne of Tarth, you didn't know she did her own stunts. As a 6'3" woman, you assumed that that would be gruesome work.

"Hi, are you Nurse L/n?"

"I am! Please, take a seat," Gwen did as told and you rolled your chair around your desk to sit in front of her, "How can I help you today?"

"Well, there was a mishap in the props section," you nodded as you listened, looking over the actress, "and they stupidly gave my co-star a sword with a sharpened blade instead of the fake ones."

You nodded in understanding. Looking over the older woman, it wasn't hard to distinguish the real cut from the fake ones. You put on your glasses and sterilized your hands before putting on gloves, "So it's just that one cut by your hairline?"

"Well that and I think I have some bruised ribs, I don't know if you can do much about that…"

You grabbed some gauze and an alcoholic wipe before standing up. You realized that Gwen was too tall for you to work on while sitting so you stood between her legs and went to work.

"Well the best I can do for those is give you a cold press every 20 minutes and some pain killers. They won't heal for about 4 weeks to be honest but hopefully they'll take that into consideration when they put you in armor."

Gwen winced and flinched away from the alcohol wipe which in turn made you roll your eyes, "Oh come on, I just have to make sure it's clean." You held her head still, petting her hair back from the wound.

"You know, I never had a nurse man handle me before," you scoffed playfully, "I've also never had a nurse who was this cute."

After taping the gauze down onto the cut, you took a step back and looked down at Gwen with a raised brow, "I'm sure you tell all your nurses that."

You went to step away but a hand on around your wrist stopped you, "I'm serious L/n…maybe we could get a coffee sometime?"

Oh how could refuse such a face.

— — — — — — — —

The relationship you two had was amazing. You started making time for each other off of set and your love for each other bloomed.

You continued working on set during the filming of Game of Thrones and it was wonderful seeing Gwen in action. She could be so goofy one second then professional and serious the next.

And you were right, watching Gwen perform her own stunts was a bit rough to watch, seeing a bigger than average woman get thrown around and down to the ground wasn't very pleasing to you.

You also got to follow her and work with her on sets from time to time. When you weren't on a different project, you were working beside Gwendoline and you wouldn't have it any other way. You followed her when she booked Top of The Lake, The Hunger Games, and Star Wars. 

It was when she booked Wednesday that you didn't think you'd be able to go with her. To your surprise, Tim allowed you to come, so long as you helped everyone maintain COVID protocols on set.

It was on a particular day that you were called to set from your trailer, Gwen had a nasty fall and couldn't make it to your trailer. The poor woman over exerted herself, you thought.

When you arrived, the crew and casemates were surrounding her and so you couldn't see her. Was it that bad? You were told she accidentally swallowed some of the fake acid from her scene and that she wouldn't stop coughing and gagging.

"Gwen! Is she okay?"

As you walked closer, the team huddle around your girlfriend parted and in the middle knelt your girlfriend, well, your girlfriend in Larissa Weems regalia.

"Gwendoline…I–"

"Y/n L/n, from the moment I laid eyes on you I knew it in my heart and mind that I needed you in my life. You make me feel things no other human being can make feel, you help me to become a better version of myself and push me to give everything my all."

You had started to tear up and you weren't the only one. Gwen started to have tears roll down her cheeks. You couldn't bear to see her cry so you took a step forward and held her hand.

"Will you do me the greatest honor, and marry me?"

Again, how could you refuse?

#gwendoline christie x reader #gwendoline christie

[questioned-quetzalcoatl]

30 Days of OTP: Day 22, In Battle - Side by Side

Rating: K

Verse: DVA (Call me Satan Darling Au)

AN: I really wanted to make this based in the 'Call me Satan, darling' universe with Satan!James and Kainga battling out a pack of hungry Hellhounds out in Hell's wastelands. Whether this is a part of canon or not, I dunno, but I always love to flesh out this Au as it's my favorite one ever uwu

A quick side note, this fic is inspired by the song 'Mary On A Cross' by Ghost, which is absolutely amazing and I defiantly recommend a listen to it. The vibe of it goes super well with this Universe.

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He should've learnt his lesson by now, this wasn't the first time James had encountered the beasts that roamed Hell's wastelands. The reason he's in such a predicament is that Satan, being Satan, is a massive show off, especially to his future queen. He just had to pick a fight with an entire pack of hungry Hellhounds in the midst of a storm.

There was a few dozen of the giant hell beasts, circling them both like prey. Their grueling snarls echoing against the rumbles of thunder above that spat out it's acidic tears to the ground below, he finds peace in the fact that the creatures had no eyes and were completely deaf otherwise they'd be in a lot more trouble. Instead, the pack hunted them down using their prodigious sense of smell. He should be used to these kinds of situations now, they were completely surrounded by the Hellhounds that snarled, sounding like the grinding of bones and moist flesh. A truly ear piercing sound.

What was worse was the lack of preparation, James thinking and insisting to him that a simple pistol from Earth was enough to take out one of these beasts. Oh how wrong he was. Kainga's first shot is with his pistol, that sends the whole pack sprawling and lunging towards them, the bullet barely scathes the molten flesh of one of the Hellhounds, going straight through it's face with seemingly no impact. Oozing flesh started to contort around the wound where the bullet had entered, healing itself with pieces of skin flaking off it like bark on a dead tree, some form of liquid seeping from it like sap. Sure it sent the creature back and it was physically wounded, but Hell was no place to start praying for his life.

Apparently he was supposed to trust Satan and his predictions, he couldn't help but scoff a little at how ironic it all was.

Soon bucking his ideas up when another bigger Hellhound pounced at him, scraping it's teeth across Kainga's flesh as he just managed to dodge out the way of it. Dazed with the sickening smell that was emitted from the beasts, he lay on the ground like easy prey. James soon stood over him protectively, James has the demon knife in one hand and he’s cutting and stabbing without hesitation. The Hellhounds taking a much fouler hit with the blade as apposed to the sleazy bullets Kainga had in his pistol, every slash of James's wrist across their bodies would leave deep gushing gashes that didn't heal over as well. Only six of them break away from the circle to deal with them and the others are twitching and convulsing, laying half dead to rot away in the crimson undergrowth. Throats and chests slit open as they continue to discreet that pungent clear and deep red liquid, Kainga came to the conclusion, that must be their blood.

Kainga doesn't move from the ground until he’s out of salt packed shotgun shells. It keeps the moving Hellhounds back and down long enough for James to get at them with the knife. James still stood over him for better advantage from all sides, the pack surrounding them now lessened in numbers yet were closing in tightly, James didn't know how long he could keep fending them off for. Having only picked off the smaller runts of the pack only the bigger and stronger beasts remained to battle including the alpha. Two times bigger than the rest of the group, ones that only the pack would listen to, they didn't even take orders from Satan himself.

Thunder rattles the sky, it happened to quickly. Distant at first it grew into a sound so catastrophic it shattered bones and ruptured organs, metallic rain falling upon them that burnt and punctured, the storm only got worse. James screamed at him to seek shelter against the clattering of the storm around them, loosing his focus on the pack was a mistake of a fool who cared too much for his Queen below him. Sharp claws dug into the turned back, ripping at the flesh as if it were clay with large keratin scythes that were its claws. The knife falls from his reach as there's an agonizing scream of pain as his flesh is ripped into by the beast on his back, drowned out by the carnivorous guttural snarls as more of the creatures were alerted to his misfortune and the crashing of the storm around them.

He didn't remember what happened, only the screams of James to tell him to seek shelter. Bloodied trails leading back to where he had left him, there was no Hellhounds, only James once it was finally all over. He didn't know what had happened or how in God's name he managed to fend them all off but he knew it was something beyond the James he already knew. Who knows what Satan was truly capable of, making Kainga regret not watching him finishing off the entire pack of beasts. He didn't question why James was practically steaming like he'd just been on fire, no matter as James was severely weakened. The screams of his Queen telling him to stay with him start to drown out as he looses his consciousness, leaning up against him as his breathing grows hoarser.

No matter what James had done that day, he knew he'd be forever thankful. The deep gashes down the unholy mans back only served as a reminder of that.

#fic: call me satan darling #30 days of zeaonga #hetalia #aph new zealand #aph tonga #aph #hws new zealand #zeaonga #hetalia oc #hws tonga #ao3 fanfic #30 day otp challenge

[rockyspotwrites]

Luffy allowed Shanks to drag him on board the Red Force, as the ship cheerfully - if warily - greeted him. He didn't know why this was such a big deal to his brother. It wasn't to him, not anymore.

Yes it was. It always would be.

He didn't quite know what to do when they made it to the Captain's quarters and he was plopped into the bed, Shanks sitting across from him, just staring at him in silence as if he could properly read his mind.

"So -"

"You never told them about your real devil fruit?" Shanks blurted, face twisting a bit. "They're gonna think you lied to 'em for fun when they find out!"

Luffy's own face scrunched up as he took off his sandals and crossed his legs, hands going to hold his ankles. "They don't gotta know when I don't plan on anythin' happening to reveal it." He puffed, sounding more like a scolded child than an adult. "Dawn's quiet. Nothin' much happens here, so all they gotta know issat I'm made of rubber. Nothin' else. Nika ain't gonna come out."

"You don't know that for sure, though." Shanks countered, kicking his shoes off and bringing his legs up the same. It reminded Luffy of when the Klondikes would visit the Rogers and he'd get pulled into the cabin boys' room to chatter about this and that. "You don't got future sight, Luf. You don't have any clue what's gonna end up happenin', and you know you don't, so why haven't you ever told 'em? Any of 'em? They won't know how - how to help when it happens."

And that just had to remind Luffy that Shanks saw him when it had happened the first time, when the Klondikes barely got him to the Oro's bigger infirmary in time for Crocus and Mira to hold him together, his devil fruit awakening too much for his body at the time. It would still be too much at his age now, he's sure, but... But he hadn't used it to that extent since to be sure. To know whether his hair would be bleached ghost white for weeks after, or if wounds that Nika healed would reopen once more when he receded, or if the sight of white clouds in the sky would lead to panic attacks until the memory could drift far enough away that something else could replace it.

The guilt that he felt back when he had first reawoken after the awakening rose up in his chest and he trained his eyes on his hands. "It won't be the same thing even if it does happen." It was a weak argument, and both of them knew it. "I'll do what it takes to protect my boys, but I won't ever resort to calling on him unless I don't have any other choice."

"You can't jus' say that like, like, you don't care!" Shanks' voice cut through the still cabin air, and suddenly hands were in the collar of his shirt, dragging him and his attention forward. "You have to care about this, Luffy! You have to know that this is too big to keep to yourself! That you could end up leavin' those boys with no one, or, or, or only Garp if somethin' went wrong and you decided to keep playin' dumb!"

Seeing tears starting to well up in Shanks' eyes made Luffy almost want to give in, but the fire that he got from his father flared up in a way he'd trained it down from. Grabbing Shanks' wrists, he ripped his hands off of his collar and slammed him backwards, nearly making him fall onto the ground as Luffy put one foot on the ground and kept one leg on the bed. "Oh, you think you know anythin' about me or those boys?" He spat with misplaced venom, fists clenched at his sides, "I'm tryin' to keep from gettin' the World Government interested in Dawn if someone jus' so happened to hear about Nika! Tryin' to keep away from a Buster! Nika - Nika is what they want to control, Shanks, and I refuse to be under their thumb or for my people to come at risk because of me!"

Even though his eyes were still dry, grief tore through him like a wild beast as Shanks stared up at him with his mouth agape. "I don't want to leave those boys like Roger left us! I don't wanna drag 'em into the shit you were dragged into! I want them to have a choice in their lives!" His voice was starting to crack with just how loud and how hard he was yelling, a fist coming to hold the front of his shirt and put some physical pressure on his skin. "I'm their uncle, and I've already failed more an' enough already by not bein' able to be a ma or pop for them! I don't need anyone knowin' about me, not when it can hurt them! I won't be the reason they get slaughtered!"

With that, he stormed to the door and slammed it shut behind him, ignoring Shanks' panicked calls and stumbling footsteps after a few moments. He knew he needed to cool down, needed to get out of his head to avoid hurting anyone, whether it be Shanks or one of the boys. He hated this side to him, hated that he still hasn't been able to stomp it out after all these years. He took every odd turn through Foosha he could and didn't bother trying to find a path in the forest as he ran through like the other Kings, following his memory to the clearing Garp would have him train at before they moved onto a navy base.

He'd very clearly lost anyone trailing him by the time he'd slid to a stop, only night birds and crickets and the occasional tree frog to be heard as he stared up at the stars, puffing a little. His mind chose to supply what the boys had said to him a couple months back - that he couldn't take anyone in a fight, not now, except it was played like a taunt and it fueled the burning under his skin in a way that led him to slamming a haki-coated fist into the boulder Garp always tried to get him to break.

It shattered into rubble and he let out a growl-sob-scream and threw a kick at one of the trees nearby, effectively felling it with no trouble. He could almost hear Rouge gently telling him to calm down, that breaking things isn't how problems are solved, but she wasn't there and he missed her and he missed Roger and he just hurt.

He continued until the sun was approaching the horizon with pinks and reds painting the skies and the clearing was thoroughly expanded, probably in the same way his father had created it. He laid on his back in the center, huffing and fighting back the tears that finally began forming with the anger dying down, rubbing his face and ignoring how the snot and the sweat and the tears burnt wounds from him giving up using haki and simply using regular hits. He knew he was a pitiful sight but he hadn't gotten that riled up since he'd been sailing with the Klondikes and he just... Didn't know what to do. Not this time.

So he let himself break a little.

He should have known better, really.

Especially when he stayed out so long without updating his boys.

Though that thought only occurred to him when a breathless and shocked voice cut through the now-silent forest.

"What... happened?"

#portgas d luffy au #monkey d. luffy #shanks #shanks one piece #one piece #op

[cowthropologist]

My current hyperfixation has switched from Dishonored to (sigh) Black Flag which is super unfortunate both for my Dishonored WIPs and also because there is literally NO Black Flag fandom content in existence for me to faceplant in because it is like.  Both old and honestly not that good.

#this would be a bigger deal if my wrist wasn't still healing #whoops #mar plays acbf

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

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George x Hufflepuff Reader

Summary - You and George have a few years difference, but have been dating sense your second year at Hogwarts. But, after he leaves during his 7th year without telling you and his letters stop coming, you assume a break up. After the war, you collide.

Trigger Warnings - Angst to fluff, cussing, panic attack.

Your hand burned with pain, drops of blood still seeping past your bandage and onto the floor as you sat in the Great Hall. You were sitting at your house table, not being allowed to sit with your boyfriend now that Umbridge was around. Not that you wanted to right now anyway. George was the absolute love of your life, your relationship two years strong now. The only problem is that George is overly protective of you.

It never bothered you, you actually loved it. He would make sure the stuck up students in the houses didn't pick on you, that you are properly, and, just recently, you didn't have to endure a punishment with the toad. He couldn't control this one though, seeing as how you had passed out some of your homemade cookies and she assumed they were Weasley products, meaning you broke one of the many new school rules.

You had tried to explain to her that they were normal, warm, homemade snickerdoodles, but you found yourself sitting at her desk writing 'I will not break rules' until it "sunk in". You knew George would just about hate himself if he was an extension of why you were punished - seeing as how she wouldn't have assumed they were prank cookies if you weren't dating George, but you didn't care either way. You loved him, more than anyone or anything (don't tell that to your muggle succulent sitting next to your bed).

George had been eyeing you all throughout dinner, getting Fred and Lee to trying to get your attention. Your hand was hidden under the table, and you waited until the three turned to discuss your mood to jump out of your seat and leave for the common room. You assumed they heard the door open, because right as the door began to close, you heard your boyfriend yell out for you, "Y/N!"

Your speed picked up, moving to the hufflepuff entrance, but his feet were more determined and his hand gripped your wrist, only, the bandaged on.

You hissed out in pain, pulling your hand from his as you eyed him. "When? When did she get you?" His questions were quick and to the point. "Right after you left to rush to potions. I was handing Laurence his batch of cookies and she thought they were..." you trailed off, not wanting to direct tell your boyfriend why you got punished. "She thought they were Weasley products. Shit, y/n, I'm so sorry."

You shrugged it off, not wanting to make it a bigger deal. "It's fine, love. It was bound to happen sooner or later." you reached up to kiss his cheek, but he took a step back. "Bub, it's really okay. Lindsey has some healing potion left over from when she brewed it last and she told me at dinner she's more than happy to give me some. I'll be all fixed up before bed." You reached for his hand, but he brought it to his pockets, nodding.

"Okay, well, get inside and get all fixed up please. I told Fred I'd let him know exactly what was going on with you, and he'll be worried if I don't go tell him." your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You usually wait until tomorrow to tell him, what's going on?" You were offended he wasn't going to come in and help you apply the potion, having done the same for him quite a few times.

"I really should get going. I'll talk to you soon." he left a very quick kiss on your hairline, moving to step back. "Okay? I love you." you stated firmly, but watched as he turned around and left you standing next to the entrance to Hufflepuff.

The next day, you found yourself running into the hallway with Ginny, watching as Fred and George tossed their fireworks up in the air and fly around the loose papers, laughing brightly. Fred's eyes met yours momentarily, but looked away quite quickly and moving with George to leave hogwarts in their dust, flying far away from you and all their classmates.

"What. The. Hell?" you turned to Ginny, your best friend, feeling your heart begin to rip. "Y/n, I have no idea. I don't know what just happened." Your breath was shakey as you nodded, moving to your room quickly to send him an owl.

Weeks past and you heard nothing from your boyfriend. Owls upon owls were sent his way, but nothing ever returned from him. You received one letter from Fred, but didn't open it. You didn't want to hear his version of his brothers excuse, you wanted it straight from your love. You wrote to Molly in confusion, but got a letter back with her own. She had no idea you and George had ended, confused with her son's actions.

During that summer, you still got nothing from him. You come to accept that the two of you were over, not even heading to the Burrow until the last week of summer, but your heart broke even more every time one of them looked at you with their sensitive eyes.

You found yourself fighting alongside everyone during the war, having seen their flashes of red hair once or twice. The only moment you had that was noteworthy, was the moment you stood behind the rubble, hearing Fred cry out, and quickly levitating the rubble off of him, conforming he was okay. As soon as you saw people coming to his assistance, you fled the scene, not wanting to speak with George about it.

You watched from across the room as the Weasley's hugged his body, crying tears of joy. Fred was still your brother, no matter if you talked to him or not. The last thing you would ever want was for the world to be without him. After the war was officially over, Voldemort long gone, you found yourself lost again. You wouldn't go to the Weasley's, you didn't know if Fred saw you help him and didn't want to speak to George about it.

You didn't go home, not wanting to try to explain to your muggle parents exactly what happened. Your feet lead you to the hufflepuff room, smiling as you entered it, feeling the warmth still seeping through it's walls.

You stayed behind, helping to rebuild the school. You still had a year left of schooling and you wanted to get as much time in Hogwarts as you could. But, sooner than you expected, you were officially graduated from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your grades immaculate and you quickly found a job in Herbology.

Your office was in Diagon Alley, working in one of the shops. Your job description being to assist students in their search for specific ingredients for potions, but also keeping the ones in the store to their best condition. After about a month, you were surprised that you still hadn't run into either of the Weasley twins, but you weren't complaining about it.

You had met with Ginny a few times for lunch, loving seeing her more than anything. You both were out, catching up on your week with each other. Listening to her go on and on about her love with Harry filled your heart. You were never upset with her for finding her true love when yours slipped through your fingers.

"Were thinking about getting a place of our own, y/n. Harry has been staying with us for the most part, having done it so often before we were together. Now, we might as well." You smiled widely at your best friend, loving how happy she was.

"Ginny, what are you doing here?" Your heart squeezed in your chest, hearing his voice. "Fred?" Ginny looked behind you at her older brother, smiling and standing to hug him. "I'm eating lunch with-" she cut herself off, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. She was the only one who knew about what you did for Fred and how you still felt about George, but never pushed you about it. She had been livid with her brother for leaving you the way he did.

"Uh, with me." You stood, turning to look at Fred. He had a few scars from the rubble that fell on him, but looked just like himself. "Y/N." he breathed out, his face lighting up with happiness. "Holy shit! I've missed you!" His arms wrapped around you quickly, pulling you to him and kissing your head. "Thank you." he whispered in your ear, holding you tighter.

You were confused at his thanks, but sharply exhaled when you realized. "You saw." you whispered back, feeling him nod. "Yeah, I looked for you for a year and a half to thank you sooner, but I couldn't find you. Ginny here wouldn't tell me where you were." You nodded, moving yourself from his arms.

"Yeah, I couldn't really bare to be around, you know." you whispered, looking at your feet. "Y/N, that's beside the point. You saved my life. You did. Even after what we did, even after how we both treated you without telling you, you saved me." This caused you to look up at the twin, who looked so much like George. You were always able to tell the difference, from the moment you met them. You didn't know how, but you could.

"Fred, you're my family. I would save you no matter what, just like you would me." You reached to brush some hair from his eyes, smiling.

"You did what?" It was now George's voice that filled your ears, causing you to turn around and look into his own eyes. "Nope, nope, nope, not doing this. Not ready." You felt your breath quicken, moving to grab your purse and kiss Ginny on her cheeks. "I'll owl you about next time. Bye." You put a few coins down for your lunch, seeing as it was your turn to pay, then moved past Fred quickly.

"Y/N!" All three of them called out for you, but you raced through the streets of Diagon Alley. You weren't immediately going back to work, not wanting them to know where it was. Your feet carried you past a building and into it's alleyway, your eyes clutching closed. This time, you outran him.

"Y/N." he whispered, standing in front of you. Or not.

"No, George. No. No, no, no." Your hands went to grip your hair, squeezing it. You had panic attacks before the war, George knew that, but they increased considerably after it. It had been a few days sense your last, but this one was coming on quickly.

"Hey, hey love, it's all right. I'm right here." He slipped your hands from your hair, moving them to your sides then hugged you tightly. One of the things he learned during your relationship was, holding you as tightly as he could, letting your senses fill with him, helped incredibly. While you wished they wouldn't this time, your body found itself calming down like it did each time in school.

"Hey, it's okay. Come on." He grasped your hand softly, knowing how tired panic attacks left you. Your body was still shaking softly, and you knew if you spoke, you'd be a stuttering mess. He lead you back around and into the shop, causing you to laugh at your own misfortune. Of course you'd try to hide behind his own building. He guided you into the foreign store, you not having stepped foot into it once. Before you had time to register the absolute wonder of it all, he had you upstairs into the flat and sitting on their couch. "Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate, I know we have some."

He had left you to walk into the kitchen, searching for their normal candy, not wanting to make you puke or cause your hair to turn orange. "Ah." he quickly moved next to you, protecting you like he used to as kids.

"George." you whispered after you calmed, keeping your eyes from his. "No, let me, please." He took your hand with one of his, the other guiding your head to look into his. "I was so, so, so idiotic. When you told me about your detention, I thought it was my fault. If you weren't dating me, she wouldn't have ever thought you were handing out products. Fred and I had already planned to leave, but I told him to move it up. I don't know how many times I wrote to you, but tore it up before I sent it. Then, during the war, I don't know how I didn't just walk up to you and keep you protected in my arms. It killed me to know something could happen to you and I wouldn't protect you from it. Now, I'm hearing you saved Fred. You protected yourself and him at the same time. I was an idiot to ever think that you couldn't protect yourself. I was an absolute git for leaving you like I did." you had hardly breathed while he spoke, your tears falling just as freely as his.

You nodded, kissed his cheek, stood up, and apparated home without a single word.

You sat in your own living room, breathing treatment done, your hair pulled up in a ridiculous bun, and your face mask sitting on your face. You had cried your eyes out for hours when you arrived home, but you couldn't let yourself be hurt by George Weasley again. You had your legs pulled up, a book in your hand, as you tried not to cry yet again. The whistle of your tea kettle brought you out of your own world. Setting your book down, you moved to your kitchen. After taking it off the heat, a owl flew into your kitchen, looking at you.

"Y/N, come to the burrow quick, it's Ginny." The words were scribbled in the handwriting of Harry, and you immediately apparated into the living room you spent so long in. Only, the lights were dim, the candles lit, and it just about silent. You heard a muggle record playing, and looked around the room.

"Ginny? Harry? Molly?" you called out, moving to the kitchen. Only, you were met with your ex boyfriend, standing there himself. "I don't know. I got a letter from Ginny saying mom was unwell." He spoke, looking around the kitchen. "I got one from Harry about Ginny." you said, but let out a screech of fear as the doors slammed shut.

"You're not getting out until you make up and promise me I get to be the maid of honor at your wedding." Ginny's voice filled the air, causing both of your eyes to widen. "I'm best man!" you heard Fred call out, causing you to let out a light laugh.

"Guys, let us out." George said, moving to the door. "No, make up, make out, make babies." Fred said, a smirk heard through his words.

George turned to you, looking into your eyes. "I know, were stuck." you said, laughing softly. You felt confused with yourself. While you were absolutely heartbroken with the man before you, you felt as comfortable with him as you did before. "I'm sorry I left you like that. You didn't deserve it." You spoke first, looking at him.

"I kinda did." he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, you did." you said, looking into his eyes. "I'm so sorry love." He said, moving closer to you.

"George Weasley, I am beyond mad at you. I am beyond hurt with you. You broke me into tiny pieces. You were my protector, my best friend, and the love of my life, and you left me. Without a second look, you left me." You said, looking at him, letting your feeling spill from your lips. "You protected me from the one thing you thought I needed protecting from most, yourself. While you are a complete and utter git for it, I understand." you finally voiced your true thoughts to him, biting the inside of your cheek.

"While I will be so absolutely terrified you'll leave me again without a second look, incredibly insecure of myself every single day, the only thing I want more than anything is for you to kiss me again. And while I can't promise you marriage or kids like your family wants right now, I'm giving you a chance. But George, if you break me again, I will hex you so hard." You spoke, looking at the man.

He didn't speak a single word, but wrapped his arms around your face like he did oh so many times, and kissed you like his entire life depended on it. Collided your faces together, your bodies together, just like your souls did so many years ago.

You collided.

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Kiss It Better

member: Mingyu x reader

genre: fluff with a dash of angst, live-in partners, non-idol au (?)

warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries, mentions of alcohol, suggestive content

prompt: there's no doubt his kisses were all you needed to feel a whole lot better

word count: 1735

a/n: i had a hard time choosing what gif to put so pls don’t kill me

The comfort of lying in bed lessens the throbbing pain in your head. With eyes shut and breaths evened out, you try to keep your focus on achieving the state of relaxation you need. The silence, however, only seems to amplify the throbbing; you groan through clenched teeth.

"How much does it hurt?" The sound of Mingyu's husky voice fills your ears.

You want to tell him that your head feels like exploding, that you want to bang your head straight on a wall, that it hurt so much worse than hell. Instead, the pain restrains you from saying any more than two words.

"A lot." You reply weakly.

The bed dips and you feel Mingyu shuffling by your side. His hand rests warmly on your cheek for him to caress, then it trails upwards to your hair and runs his fingers through it. You let out a shaky sigh as you relished in the gentleness of his touch. Somehow, it helps you tolerate the headache.

"My poor baby," Mingyu mutters before placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"May you feel better soon, (Y/n)."

His hand stops to rest on your shoulder and you feel him scoot closer to press your foreheads together. A small smile forms on your lips, an expression that showed your content towards Mingyu's sweet little action. There was no doubt he had a healing kiss because, at that moment, you could feel the pain slowly subsiding.

Hot oil spatters out of the pan and lands on your arm, the brief scalding sensation making you yelp and hop away from the stove. Earlier today, you had asked Mingyu if he could teach you to cook which he immediately (and enthusiastically) complied. Now, he was laughing at you for being too afraid to come near the stove after being exposed to minuscule droplets of oil and a harmless burn.

"Stop laughing at me, you little shit!" You barked, but he only cackled even louder. "That actually hurt! I don't understand how you're able to withstand it."

"You're just weak." He teased and you glared at him. "Now come back here, you little shit. We're not done yet."

You shook your head and backed away. "Nuh-uh."

"Quit being such a scaredy-cat." It only took Mingyu a single stride for him to reach your arm and tug you back to his side. "You're all grown up already. You need to learn how to cook so that you can feed yourself without needing anybody's help."

"But it's so hot and my arm still hurts!" You whined, pouting at him while pointing at the spot the oil had hit.

"(Y/n), I literally don't see anything wrong with it." He said as he took you by the wrist and examined your arm.

"But it hurts." You insisted.

With an exasperated sigh, he pulled your arm next to his face and grazed his lips over the skin you claimed to have gotten burnt before turning to you and grumbling, "You're such a baby."

You flash him a cheeky grin. "But I'm your baby."

Sometimes, his kisses were all you needed even when unnecessary.

It takes a while before you finally decide what you're in the mood to wear. Grabbing your clothes, you toss them onto the bed while shutting the closet doors when—

"YAAA!" Mingyu jumps out of hiding and scares you shitless.

Startled, you shriek and accidentally bump into the closet. You don't need the loud thud to tell you how hard the impact was because you've already fallen to the floor while cradling your knee.

"Oh my god! Are you okay?!" Mingyu hurriedly gets down to your side, regret and worry on his face as he looks down at your writhing figure.

"You fucking son of a bitch, do I look like I'm okay?!" You yell and it takes everything in you to stop yourself from slapping him. "I'm going to get a bad bruise and it's all your fault!"

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for you to get hurt." He sounds so genuinely apologetic that it washes away all your anger. "I'm going to get some ice. Just stay here, okay?"

With that, he leaves the room and you listen to the echo of his footsteps trudging down the stairs.

"I don't think I'm going anywhere, Mingyu." You mutter with a chuckle as you manage to get off the ground and prop yourself on the bed.

Lifting your leg, you observe the dark-hued discoloration beginning to bloom on your knee. The swelling pain makes you cringe and you bite down on your lip to keep from hissing. Soon, Mingyu returns with an ice pack in hand and he kneels before you to place it on the fresh bruise. The sharp coldness on the injury causes your lips to knit into nothing but a thin line on your visage.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)." He says, looking up at you with sad puppy eyes, pouting all the while with his lower lip jutting out.

"It's alright. You didn't mean it." You shrug nonchalantly, brushing his forehead free from hair then flicking it. "Just don't do it again, you idiot."

He flinches back in surprise, then nods while grinning sheepishly. "Yes, yes. I won't. I'm sorry."

Seconds later, Mingyu lifts the ice pack away to look at the bruise forming on your skin; you grimace at the sight of red and purple clotting right below the surface. Carefully, he lowers his lips until they delicately make contact with your knee. You don't feel anything due to the numbness caused by the ice, but you're pretty sure that kiss was just as good as any remedy—maybe, even better.

Soreness; it's the first thing you feel throughout your entire body when you wake up. The urge to immerse yourself in a hot shower reels your head off the pillow, but you wince halfway through sitting up by a twinge on your shoulder. To make things worse, the supposedly short-lived pain eventually flares into a nonstop stinging sensation. Wondering what the hell was bothering you so early in the morning, you look over to check on it and discover a huge hickey just right above your shoulder blade.

Last night was a blur thanks to all the alcohol, but you can still clearly recall making love with Mingyu. His canines were something you were fully aware of, but you had absolutely no idea how damn hard he could bite. You trace your fingers over the love mark and let out a whimper, partly out of shock and of pain.

Just then, your attention shifts to the man lying next to you who's stirred from his sleep. You watch him stretch out his arms and legs as he heaves a long and deep yawn. It takes a while before his eyes flutter open and he sees you staring, a silly smile lighting up his already handsome features to greet you good morning. However, the smile drops when he sees you rubbing the area he had bitten and instantly, he's up to take a look at it too.

"Does it hurt that bad?" Mingyu asks, furrowing his brows.

"Pretty much, yeah." You try to sound as casual as possible to make him less worried about it. "Hickeys last for only a few days though, so it's nothing."

He doesn't say anything, but the disapproving frown on his face speaks for himself. Seconds later, his strong arms wrap you in warmth as he pecks the skin he had nipped the night before. The desire of a hot shower is long forgotten as the two of you retreat into the covers once again.

It wasn't supposed to be much of a big deal, yet here you were bawling your eyes out on the couch. You were caught in the pounding rain on the way home and in your rush, failed to notice that you had dropped the keyring Mingyu had given you years ago. Most people would simply shrug it off and get on with their lives, but for you, that Mickey Mouse keyring possessed great sentimental value; it served as a reminder of the time you and Mingyu celebrated your first anniversary as a couple.

Back then, he had surprised you a few days before that you were going on a trip to Hong Kong Disneyland. The sudden announcement made your jaw drop from utter disbelief, especially because of the fact that he had paid so much and you were going out of the country just to celebrate your first anniversary together. It was a one week vacation, but the events in Disneyland were the only memories that stayed with you after you left Hong Kong. You had so much fun that Mingyu decided to buy you the keyring as a souvenir and you've never stopped using it ever since... until you lost it out of pure carelessness.

"It's alright, (Y/n). Look at me, I'm not mad at all." Mingyu said, trying to console you from your distress.

"But you gave that to me on our first year together and... and... now, it's gone forever!" You wailed in between hiccups caused by ceaseless sobbing. "I probably look like an idiot for crying over a keyring, but I'm an even bigger idiot for losing it!"

Your lament makes you cry even harder as Mingyu encases you into a soothing hug. It successfully pacifies your sadness and soon enough, your bawling gradually turns into sniffles.

"Are you still upset about it?" Mingyu puts his hands on either side of your face to wipe away your tears with his thumbs.

"Yeah." You respond in a quavering voice.

"Will it be possible for me to kiss it better?" He asks; his eyes are focused on you, but you catch them flicker to your lips for a split second.

It was a simple and innocent question, yet it was more than enough to lift your spirits. You smile at him affectionately and lightly giggle. "Well, there was never a time your kisses never worked, so go ahead."

He grins mirthfully, a charming sight adorning his gorgeous visage, making you fall for him ten times over again. Without further ado, your lips touch and it sparks a feeling so magical that you melt into each other. Your heartbeat quickens the same way your breaths do and in that blissful moment, you could already feel him curing you of melancholy.

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