#y followers are DEAD lmao its been years

[famwhy]

Bereavement (2)

noun

/bɪˈriːv.mənt/ The state one is in when losing someone important to them

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

42! Miles X F!Reader, 1610! Miles X F!Reader

Synopsis: Miles is missing, and all you can think about is getting him back. Upon finally finding him, however, you're taken aback by the copy that stands beside him—the same copy that was staring at you with wide, shaking eyes full of... disbelief?

Note: I can't—for the life of me—believe how many notes the first part got after just a few days of being out, you guys are actually insane. Thank you all so much. And thank you too, Kingpin, for giving me the idea in the first place lmao. (Do me a huge solid and lemme know if any of my Spanish needs some work, I studied it for 3 years but it's been over a year since it's been put to practice so I'm a little rusty)

Miles would never drop you, not in a million years—you knew that.

Something had stopped him, forced him to let go as he froze in time; in an assortment of colours he couldn't control—that was how you found yourself where you were now—free-falling to your death for what was perhaps the second time in your life.

"Y/N!"

It was a lot scarier the first time—you had to admit—when you fell from the glass room right beside the huge collider more than a year ago. At the time, Miles had insisted you stay away from his spider business for your own safety, but you—being you—followed him down anyway.

That was your first mistake.

Your second—however—came in the form of letting Kingpin know you were there after allowing quite the ridiculous sneeze out of your mouth. And once he saw you, it wasn't hard for him to pick you up and throw you through the shattered glass in his rage and dismay of his failed plan.

Miles had his back completely turned to you when it happened, and yet—somehow—he was the first to whip his head around and notice your quickly descending form.

"Y/N!"

You had come so close to the ground—seconds away from touching it—when that familiar warmth wrapped its way around your waist, carrying you through the wind to prop you onto your own little cloud of safety.

Ever since then, Miles refused to leave your side. He took you out on every mission he went to—pretty much every news station had you pinned down as 'Spiderman's girl' and he never bothered to correct them.

So even as Gwen went off to another dimension, Miles grabbed you before following after. Even as he was invited to the headquarters of this 'spider society', he refused to go without them also granting you permission inside too.

When you asked him why he went to such lengths for you, he simply replied, "I almost lost you once while being in the same dimension as you, if you think I'm going to let it even come close to happening again, you've got another thing coming."

So no, you didn't find the second time you were falling to your death all that scary. Not when you knew Miles would save you—

"I've got you, cariño."

—you just didn't exactly know that it would be the other one that did.

His arms were wound tightly around the underside of your knees and upper back—carrying you so intimately, looking at you with so much love in his eyes, you found yourself growing slightly flustered.

...okay, very flustered.

"Oh, Cariño," as he spoke, he didn't lose the breath in his tone—the gentle air of disbelief he took on since your arrival, "you're here. I can't believe it—you're here. Te extrañé mucho." ("I missed you so much.")

You were speechless, gaping up at him like a clueless fish—what else could you do? You were being held in the arms of a copy of your best friend after he basically just confessed to you because the 'you' in this universe was apparently dead.

Though, luckily for you, there was no need to say a word for he continued speaking with those soft, fond eyes, "I missed your smile and your laugh. I missed how you always used to tug me around whenever something caught your eye... and how you would go on and on about whatever show was your new obsession of the month. You were always so... pretty when you spoke passionately.

"Speak for me, cariño," he continued, "let me hear that pretty voice of yours again."

"I—" you were stuttering—why were you stuttering?—"I, uh..."

Pull yourself together, Y/N.

"Miles—"

"Ah, I just realised how much I missed the way you say my name."

"—guh!" How the hell was he spitting such smooth lines? "Miles! Just listen for a minute, okay?!"

"Of course, mamí."

"I— I'm not who you think I am. I mean, I am Y/N but I'm not your Y/N. And you're not my Miles."

As the words came tumbling out your mouth, the boy's—this earth's Miles'—lips tugged down, gaze hardening and grip around you ever-so-slowly growing tighter.

"Don't be silly, mamí, of course I'm your Miles. I always have been and always will be."

Your brows furrowed and your eyes trailed to the view behind him, moving rapidly as you tried to locate your best friend. Though, soon, your view of the sky was cut off by the male with braids once more.

"What are you doing?" A growl. "Stop looking for him, look at me. I'm right here. He dropped you."

"He glitched! This isn't his world so of course he would, it wasn't his fault!"

You were quick to defend him—he was your best friend so of course you were. There was no way you were having anyone accuse him of anything negative, even himself.

"Cariño, you almost died. Again. He can't take care of you." Miles narrowed his eyes, as if just the thought pissed him off; as if he had the right to be pissed off.

"Oh what?" You scoffed. "And you can? I'm my own person, I don't need to be taken care of."

Stubbornly, you found yourself pulling away from him—or well, attempting to at least, he didn't seem to want to let you though, judging by the way his claws slowly began to dig into you a little.

His eyes were narrowed and his lips were tugged down, gaze seeming to pierce through you—as though he was trying to use you as a vessel to glare at the person he was really mad at.

Though, soon, the expression was gone, replaced by sullen eyes and an almost-far-away look—glossed over in a cloudy haze full of what you could only assume to be the grand despair that was grief; grief over a loss so great, it would pain someone to even admit it ever happened.

"Cariño, please. I don't want to argue with you, I just got you back. Please."

The look on his face, the crack in his voice—it was all too much, you almost couldn't stomach it, and soon, your arms loosened up as you lost the will to pull away.

"Miles," you whispered, "I... I'm really sorry—"

"Don't be, you're here with me now, aren't you? We can make up for all that lost time."

"I can't." Your vision blurred as you shook your head from side-to-side. "I'm sorry, I can't."

For a moment, all was silent. No words were exchanged, leaving only the strong wind to howl in your ears; to warn you of your grave mistake and whisper taunts into your ears. Then—

"It's because of him, isn't it?"

You almost couldn't muster words. "Huh?"

"The other me—it's because of him that you won't stay with me, isn't it?"

The look in his eyes was something of a dark nature, swirling with malice; with hate so inextricibly deep, you almost couldn't believe your own eyes—because... because there was just no way, right? There was no way your Miles (or any other Miles for that matter) could exhibit such a lethal level of loathing towards anyone...

"If I get rid of him, it won't be so much of a problem anymore... sí?"

...or was there?

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[satoru-is-the-way]

Spoilers for Avatar 2!!

Avatar! Rick Quaritch x Navi reader

"Given Enough "

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Angst, Mentions of Dead, Killing in a sort, depression, and maybe some more not sure I'll add it I find one!

Also lowkey not proofread lmao. ..Also this does Include Mayan language and such because me trying to represent my peeps. Love you fam...but low key had to add the flying bison 😭 y'all don't @ me

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 -Flying is lesson one

Quaritch wakes up only to meet (Y/n) beautiful eyes gazing down at him. Yesterday felt like a dream. He never imagined himself to be in this position. But anything to make Jake Sully pay for his sins. “Lik'en,” She said. He looked confused at her. “Get up.” (Y/n) repeats in a more annoyed tone. “We will have to teach you our language. You are like a baby. You know nothing of our ways.” This earned a simple eye roll.

“So I assume we will be going over the language barrier today?” He stood up slowly standing a whole foot taller than (Y/n). Mastering the language would be the hardest part; everything else he figures would be easy. In the marine core, they trained him for many scenarios, but the likes of Pandora had not been one. But how hard could it be? “Unless you have something else in mind, princess.” He grins a flirty tone. (Y/n) looked down. 

“No, first we eat and then we ride.” She comments. Quaritch follows her. She tossed him a rather odd fruit-like food. It resembles a dragon fruit but on a much larger scale. “Lesson one is flying.” Quaritch chuckled.

“I already have that down with my Ikran.” He bit down on the fruit taking in its sweet flavor. He truly liked Pandor and could not wait until it belong to them. 

(Y/n) chuckled also eating her fruit as they walked through the village. “No, I am talking about another animal. Bigger, stronger, and faster than any Ikran. We use the Ikran for many tasks. But  Kamimaljuyú has another way of flight. They are part of our clan and have been since the dawn of time.” She called out for her Ikran who soon arrived along with Quaritchs. “We have many sub-villages in our large domain. However, these creatures live farther out to the east.”

“SISTER!” Called (Y/n)’s younger brother landing beside her Ikran. “The Mamífero Ka’anal’s have just given birth hurry!” Quaritch has never seen anyone this happy before. He took a mental note that these Mamífero Ka’anals could be a weak point in this clan. He nods over to (Y/n) and they both take off flying deeper into the clan’s territory. Quaritch knew he hit the jackpot landing here. If he could mate with the Princess all of this land, people, and warriors could be his to command. “Hurry before the children find their soul animal.” Her brother, Balam, smiled. Quaritch’s eyes widen and his ears go back once the large creatures come into sight.

The humans had very little information about this creature. He could remember the small paragraph written over these ‘Sky Bison’ in human terminology. They were large animals of the sky, they belong to the air clans, every ten years they could be seen on migration, and they would disappear into the mountains never to be seen again. They land next to other Ikrans. He noticed many children possibly around 9 years old gather at the edge with food in hand.

“What the hell are they?” He asked. (Y/n) smiled softly seeing the baby Mamífero Ka’anal’s fly around their mothers. 

“They are the Mamífero Ka’anals Great warriors in the sky. Or as your people might call them Sky Bison’s as they resemble an earth creature. They are part of our family.”

“Why are the children here?” He asked, walking closer toward the edge. An animal like this in a war would be unstoppable. 

“In our tribe when children turn a certain age they are given more responsibility and utilities before they reach adulthood. Such as this. New Mamífero Ka’anal’s are brought here. The child and the Mamífero Ka’anal bond for life. Much like the Ikran, they will never have another owner. But if their companion dies they can ever fly again.”

“What do you mean by never flying again?” He asked watching the newborns fly down to the Navi children. They were so small and innocent, weak. An easy target. (Y/n)’s ears lay back thinking of the sad times a Navi died before their sky bison. “Did…I say something wrong?” He touched her hand. 

“No, it is a very sad time. We bond with the Mamífero Ka’anal for life. It is more than a connection to an Ikran. They become part of our family, we are friends for life on a spiritual level. If we are in danger they can sense it and vice versa. Our bond with them is sacred and blessed by Eywa.  If a Mamífero Ka’anal dies we can never choose another. But if a Navi dies before the Mamífero Ka’anal’s…” (Y/n) paused, “The animal gives up their will to live. It’s cruel and unfair how they work differently. They will lose all motivation to fly, live, and be happy. They will not eat or drink. Normally to avoid the torture of starvation we perform a ritual in front of Eywa and kill the animal in a humane way before we return them to her. Then they can live in eternal happiness alone alongside their companion.” (Y/n) whipped the tears which fell from her large (e/c) orbs. He felt bad not for the animals or Navi but for seeing her cry. The colonel shook his head trying to stop feeling sympathy for the enemy. Her beauty meant nothing in the end because his goal is to kill Jake’s whole family. 

“Hey, Princess, don't cry. In the end, they are happy, right? They don't suffer anymore. They are returned to their family.” He tried to comfort her which seemed to work. “So…do I get one?”

“Yes, but there are very few adults. Sadly in some cases when a Navi child does not make it to age, there are some who are left over. It is harder to bond at an older age. Mainly catching them but I can help you with that.” She clears her throat. “First be thinking of a unique call.”

“So these Bison respond to a certain call?”

“Yes, they do. Watch and listen.” (Y/n) cupped her hand over her mouth calling out to her bison (this sound). The colonel listened and looked to see the bison come for their master. Soon the large creature called back, flying towards the floating land. “Hurry!” She yelled running towards the edge of the floating rock before jumping off. 

“Fucking hell!” He yelled before following the Navi princess. How did she land smoothing on top of the Bison? "SHIT!" He yelled, landing with a thud on the animal's back. She laughed and walked up onto the large creature's head connecting her queue to him. He gripped onto the bison's fur. 

"Áramà! My beautiful girl! I want you to meet someone." (Y/n) smiled as the bison flew down to the ground below. 

"Was jumping off the cliff necessary?" 

"For dramatic purposes…Yes it was." She laughed jumping down. Quaritch follows examining the animal. He looked for weak spots. This creature would be a nightmare to fight. "Áramà this is Rick Quaritch." (Y/n) said. The Bison leaned over sniffing the Colonel. 

"Hello there. Áramà is it?" He was supposed to treat this animal like a native. It seemed intelligent. Rick noticed the silent communication Áramà had with (Y/n) maybe their bond is on a spiritual level. "So girl where is the other at?" He asked reaching up to pet the female Mamífero Ka’anal. She looked at Rick before glancing at (Y/n) making a few sounds that sent the Navi into laughter. "What's so funny?"

(Y/n) chuckled," She said she cannot wait to watch you fail." The colonel looks at the bison and huffs. 

---

Currently (Y/n) , Rick, Balam, and Áramà are above an unclaimed bison. "So Balam , she is your sibling?" 

"Yes I am younger though. Now focus. You have to drop down and make the connection quick." Balam instructed. "Or else it will not work. Just try and think gentle happy thoughts when connecting. Calm and command the Mamífero Ka’anal. When you are done I will help you fly him." Balam said. Quaritch nods looking at (Y/n).

“What do you say, give me a kiss for good luck, princess?” This caused (Y/n) to smirk and move closer lips near his. Quaritch felt his heart race ear going back.

“I said dont call me princess.” She then pushed him off. Quaritch yelped, falling off Áramà and turning around to land on top of his bison. It was quick how much the beast began to thrash around in an attempt to get Quaritch off his back.

“Ts'a a wóoli' yéetel beet le vínculo!”(Hurry and make the bond!) (Y/n) yelled.

“WHAT.THE.HELL.DOES.THAT.MEAN?” He called back. This was much harder than some Ikran. This beast had strength. Quaritch refused to let an animal make a fool of him. He needed to focus on the mission. With one mistake it would all crumble. With a loud war cry, he leaped forward and connected his queue to the Mamífero Ka’anal. The bull instantly settles down. “That’s it, boy.”

Balam dropped down chuckling,” Not bad for a human. I am surprised you didn’t die.” (Y/n) soon lowers her bison so they are riding side by side. 

“Now give him a name.” She smiled.

“How about Pup?” He asked, causing the siblings to chuckle.

“I like it. Now come on. Let’s teach you how to fly. They are much different from an Ikran.” (Y/n) smiled. 

---

It was now nightfall and Balam returned to the village on his bison leaving Quaritch and (Y/n) alone. The pair lands on the ground side by side before descending from their bison. “So how did you feel about lesson one?” She asked, nudging his shoulder. The colonel had trouble admitting he enjoyed today. Enjoyed being with the Navi princess. Also, her brother was not so bad, her complete opposite. 

“I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy myself. Today was a different one for sure. Pup here is rather pleasant. It is so odd how…I understand him even without being bonded I feel him. Hear him. Know what he knows.” Rick did not know Navi could truly be this emotional. Have connections not only with their forest but animals. 

“Well, then tomorrow we are going to dive deeper into more traditions and our way. Including our language which you desperately need to learn.” 

“So then I get my kiss?”

“Tch, in your dreams.” She blushed.

“I am counting on it, princess.”

Chapter 3

#Spotify #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #na'vi avatar #avatarmovie #jake sully #neytiri #sully family #colonel quaritch x reader #colonel quaritch #Avatar x navi #way of water #avatar x you

[blissfulraine]

I need fluff/funny in my life...

Maybe like imagine how guys react when Y/n not answering texts only to find out later when she arrives back to find out her phone just died due to forgetting to charge it or playing games on it too long that it died-

Enjoy writing this lmao

sorry it took legit a thousand years to reply to this one but her you go this is based off of bayveres tmnt.

warnings: grammer and spelling mistakes, and angst( mention of death).

-LEO-

he wasn't all to concerned at first with you not texting him back. your a busy person with a busy life, but its now officially 7:34pm and haven't answered a single text message from him. you haven't even read it.

starts by telling himself that you must just be busy walking or still doing things to be able to text so therefore he calls. no answer. he try's again, and still no answer

begins to start span calling and texting you, even using your emergency contact to make sure there was a ring.

mind is racing right now going to absolute worst case scenario.

did you get mugged? are you hurt? are you kidnapped?

blood runs cold at the thought of you dead in an ally way somewhere because of the foot or a random gang.

its 8pm, the time you usually get here, and yet after checking the entirty of the lair, asking around frantically if his brothers, even Splinter has seen you.

after figuring out, no, you were not there he sprints back to his room.

hes throwing on his gear, sheathing katana about to leave but halts right in his track after seeing you, confused eyes and face tilted upwards to meet his frantic gaze.

"Leo, whats wrong?"

bro drops his stuff, as the metal clatters to the floor as he reaches out to you.

your face is met with his hard plastron, heart hammering behind it.

" Y/N, i thought something happens to you, you weren't answering your texts or calls and-" he was cut off by your explanation.

"ooooooohhhhh. i'm sorry i made you worry. my phone hd died because my ( best friends name) wouldnt stop bothering me about this new hobbie they picked up."

the sigh he exhaled as he kissed the crown of your forehead seemed to trail all of that pent up anxiety with it.

"im just happy your here and safe my love."

-RAPH-

hes just working out, sweating up a storm, and thinking about you.

finally, after what felt like an hour, he finished his final rep on working out his fabulous biceps.

walking over to the bench you would always sit, he picked up his towl and whipping is face and neck in one fowl swoop.

speaking of you, weren't you meant to be here by now? you were almost always around when he was working out, even when you were running a bit late from work.

he picks up his phone, looking almost microscopic in his hands, even though it was modified just specifically for his large hands.

8pm. your (place of work) closed an hour ago.

even if you were taking the bus or metro its not that far.

did you walk? he doesn't take you to be stupid, especially with the crime wave wit gangs that have been happening recently.

then he remembers vividly the argument you two had last week; when he had been following you home and asking Donnie to check your location constantly. how you told him rather angerly that you could take care of yourself and how he scoffed.

you wouldn't put yourself in harms way just to prove him wrong would you?

that temper h was so famous for began to bubble in his chest, but an even greater feeling beat it. Fear and guilt.

as he explored the lair, in persute of trying to find you in your most frequent of locations he began thinking.

if you gut hurt out there, it would be all his fault.

looking in the kitchen and the moving his gaze to the dinning room.

the idea of you being hurt made him cringe as those feelings swelled and filled him. the pure grotesque imaginary of you trying to defend yourself from someone twice your size and being hurt in disgusting and morbid ways. maybe even being worse than just hurt.

his tooth pick snapped in half. he looked down at its broken pieces.

chucking them to the trash, not even checking if they made it he makes a dash to his room, heavy footsteps thudding as he went.

he stopped at seeing you placed on his bed plugging your phone into the charging port on his desk.

"oh hey raph," you say to him not looking up.

he runs over to you and smashes his rough lips on yours as your eyes widden in surprise. it was a hot minute before he let go.

"what was that for?" you asked breathless.

" it thought something happend to ya tiger."

you giggle, quirking a brow" i'm fine! Vern and i were talking about some business deals, and so he drove me home after work cause my stinking phone died."

next second Vern passes by the door asking whoever was in the hall where the remote went.

raph kisses you once more " love ya babe."

you give him a slight punch to the arm "love you too big red."

-DONNIE-

working in the lab as per usual, didn't actually realize what time it was till he looked over at the clock. 10:30pm.

his brows furrow, as he looked around for your presence, the couch he set up in the corner didn't seem to have you on it, just an immense amount of blankets and pillows on every surface.

he grabs his phone and texts you. no answer. he assumes your somewhere you cant text or maybe your notifications are off so he calls. again, no answer.

he told himself he would only track you in case of emergency but at this point his mind was panicking.

its so late where could she be? hes running through possible locations as he pulls up your phones GPS log. but theirs nothing showing. a slow chill runs down his spine, under his shell and through his whole body as he realizes your completely off the grids.

he checks the lair but you're nowhere to be found.

fully panicked he begins hunting for his gear and boa in his lab. it causing such a racket you wake up from your nap, as you move the blanket off your head.

"Donnie? what are you doing?" you ask sleepily rubbing under your tired eyes.

he does a full 360 turn, coming to look down at you buried fully under all the blankets. turns out you didn't add to your collection. you were the collection!

" Daring! you scared me, i thought you were still out. because you weren't answering any of my calls" he says rushing over to you an smoothing out your hair as he sat down.

you rolled your eyes at the tall dork.

" Donnie, i told you i was here when i walked in like three hours ago. my phone died and has been charging for that entire time." you finish with a wave of your hand to the desk right next to you, filled wit books, mugs ,and sure enough your phone fully off, on the charger right there.

you giggle at his face "oh." was all he could make out as you burst out laughing, kissing him on the cheek.

"your so goofy."

-MIKEY-

lazily twirling a nunchuck in one hand while reading an old comic book in the other. mikes latest trick was the ability to flip pages with his nunchucks and by gods was he ecstatic to show it to you when you got here.

he looked over at the alarm clock you got for him, an orange one with black and green stripes. it read out 8:45.

his brows furrowed and his smile drooped as his nun chucks expertly came to a halt in his grasp.

picking up his phone he texted you in the most serious manner he could, beginning to worry. it was just simply asking you where you were and when you would be down. a few minutes go by and nothing happens, you don't even read it. so he sends a few more and waits for a reply. again no answer.

he dials your number frantically, and yet after calling twice threes still no response.

refusing to let his mind wander to anywhere dark, he thinks maybe your just here?

sitting up he looked around and called out for you.

"Y/N? you here angel cakes?"

there was no answer from anyone, that was until Leonardo entered his room.

"they're not in here with you?" he asked confused. Mikey shook hsi head no, his eyes wide and panicked as he jumped up, abandoning his newfound talent.

" i thought she was out there?" she should have been her an hour ago dude!" leo nodded to his younger brother who started throwing his gear on.

"did you call her?"

"Yes dude!" he said picking up his second nunchuck from up off the floor. "i called and texted her, and she didnt respond at all!"

leo accnowleged this new information with another nod" ill go see if donnie can track her phone."

"i cant see to find her guys." Donnie states anxiously turing around to face the entire inhabitant of the lair, including Splinter whom sits in the corner silently stroking his beard.

"shes completely off the grid." everyone murmurs and turns to Leo for the next move.

"gear up guys." he says un-sheathing his katana," lets go find Y/N."

as they were all just about to run out, fully geared up they here a small voice.

"guys? where are you going? if you leave now your pizza will get cold." they turn, almost all in unison to see you holding 5 extra large pizza boxes smiling up at them.

mikey is the first to move out of the four as he reaches down placing the pizza on the nearest surface and swooping you up into a bear hug.

" BABE! OH MY GOD! we thought something happens to you and we were about to go try to find you!" you looked at him confused." what do you mean thought something append to me?"

Donnie stepped forwards, explaining how they couldn't contact you or track where your phone was.

" yea i was playing games on my phone while waiting for pizza, and it died cause it took forever."

" oh thank god your safe," mikey sighed ourt swaying back and forth.

" y/N, please tell us if your phone is going to die soon so late at night." Leonardo states heading in the direction of his room." it will save a lot unnecessary stress if we know your not hurt."

( photo of all of the turtles after realizing your not dead)

okay thats all! hope you enjoyed. now, remember to drink plenty of water, eat bot body and soul nourishing foods and get plenty of sleep. ta ta lovleys!

:)

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[the-daydream-archives]

FOOD SIM # 20 GINGERBREAD COOKIE 🍪❄️🎄

Commonly mistaken as his Father, Jack Frost, Gingerbread Cookie is one of the sons of Father Winter himself. Longing to make a name for himself and wanting to get away from his father’s shadow, Gingerbread Cookie has been traveling around the earth to learn more about himself and what his purpose on life could be. Being an immortal spirit has its perks as he’s been traveling around 100 years by now but so far, he hasn’t achieved much of anything. On one particular Christmas Eve however, he just happened to hear a certain father’s wish for his daughter to be with him every Christmas. While he couldn’t bring the dead back to life, Gingerbread Cookie decided to grant the man his wish the only way he could, through transferring the girl’s soul into a doll. Ever since he did this, every Christmas Eve, he peeps around this certain family just to check on them. However, on one particular Christmas, he saw that the doll was alone and was looking quite lost. Against his better judgment, he asked her if she would like to accompany him on his travels and she happily agreed. From then on, the two would soon become best friends and would help one another learn and grow as they roam through the earth as immortal beings.

Traits: Ambitious, Self-Absorbed, Good

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity (Lmao this is the closest one to his goal narrative-wise)

You guys would not believe the glow-up this sim had in his initial creation xD I’m glad he turned out really well now and I’m definitely in love with the way he looks. I also think his real name would be something like Wendell. But before anyone asks, he was mainly inspired by Jack Frost (Rise of the Guardians) and Howl (Howl’s moving Castle.) And before anyone asks, yes the gingerbread stuff is one of my upcoming works and despite what happened, I will release the download soon. 

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Decisions Done and Chosen (netflix!Eskel x witch!reader)

A/N: It has been a hot second, but I’ve decided to just post what I have because I could sit on it for years thinking its not perfect lmao, I won’t link all of the previous parts here but they are on my masterlist here. It’s under netflix!Eskel’s series :)

Warnings: angst, nothing outside of canon

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: After Eskel’s near-death experience, you come to terms with what you must do to keep him safe.

You watched as the mirror in front of you began to vibrate rapidly. The fire in the hearth to your left grew significantly, but with a wave of your hand, the flames calmed down. 

The glass of the mirror seemed to turn to liquid and then it began to move in a swirling motion. It reminded you of a whirlpool. 

You recited a spell and held your hand up to the mirror. The moonflower vine that grew in a corner of your room began to wilt, bright white flowers crumpling and green leaves shriveling up. Though you were pulling energy from the flowers, you could sense the use of chaos taking a toll on you. It had only been a few days since the slyzards had attacked, and you were no where near healed from what you had done. But you had no choice. You had questions, and they couldn’t wait to be answered. 

Tissaia de Vries appeared in the mirror before you. 

“Y/N.”

You lifted your chin just a little and straightened your shoulders, a habit that followed you from your days at Aretuza. 

“I haven’t heard from you in a while. I was concerned.” 

“I’ve been busy.” You lowered your gaze to your hands, brushing your thumb against the scar on your opposite palm. “There are a couple things that I need to discuss with you, and I need your complete honesty.”

The rectress nodded once. 

“Maksym Voric is dead, Tissaia.” 

A nauseating feeling began to stir in your gut, making your insides churn. 

Tissaia was quiet for a brief moment.

“I know. I am…. I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N.”

You bit back the tears, forcing any emotion to the very back of your mind. You brought your eyes back up to her. 

“Who sent them?”

“Sent who—,”

“Don’t treat me like a fool, Tissaia.” You cut her off. “I know it wasn’t anyone from the North who sent those hounds. They were from the Chapter.”

Tissaia looked over her shoulder for a brief moment. 

“Y/N, the trouble you have caused is insurmountable—,”

“That was three years ago!”

“And the Chapter is receiving pressure to stop avoiding the issue.”

“So they will do anything now to get to me?” You tilted your head to the side just a little. “Including breaking their own rules?”

“That isn’t something the Chapter does, Y/N. You know how they are with order.”

“Someone forced their way into Triss Marigold’s mind to search for me, Tissaia. Any semblance of order was abandoned when they sent two draconids after me.” You paused momentarily, clenching your teeth together. That feeling in your stomach hadn’t subsided. If anything, it was getting worse. You brought your left hand up to your stomach. 

“Was anyone hurt?”

The door to your room opened to your right. Eskel appeared in the doorway, confused at what he saw. Luckily, Tissaia couldn’t see him. 

You held your right hand up to Eskel, wanting him to stay where he was. Tissaia didn’t need to see him. 

“Is someone in the room with you?” Tissaia asked. 

“There was a man who was hurt.” Your voice lowered to a whisper. “He nearly died. If I– If I hadn’t been there he….” You shook your head softly as if to get rid of the thoughts. “If he had died, the Chapter would have had more pressing matters to deal with than pressure from above.”

“Well, I promise you that I had nothing to do with the draconids that were sent. I wasn’t aware Triss was with you.”

“She isn’t. She told me of what happened, that someone was so desperate to get their hands on me they’d abandon the Chapter. If any more innocent blood is spilled in the quest for me, Tissaia, I promise you that the hell I raised in Cravaria will be nothing more than a footnote in history compared to what will happen.”

“Y/N, be reasonable. You killed a king. That alone is enough to have the Chapter– as well as the rest of the Continent –imprison you, or worse…. But you didn’t stop when you killed Branimor. You ended his entire kingdom.”

“Then that should be enough of a warning to you and the rest of the Brotherhood to leave those I know alone. Maksym did nothing wrong. He was loyal to your cause, and yet you killed him!”

“It wasn’t my choice, Y/N. Don’t you think you’ve played these games long enough? Stregorbor has never been a fan of yours and ever since Cravaria fell, he’s even more unstable. Do you know what he will do with you once he has you killed?”

“That man will never get his hands on me.” You almost spoke through your teeth. “I’ll kill him myself before that ever happens. Why do we continue to let those with dated and sexist ideologies stay in the Chapter, Tissaia?”

“There is no we anymore, Y/N.”

You turned your head to look out of the window as a cool breeze blew in.

“There has not been a we since you murdered King Branimor three years ago. There has only been us…. and you.”

Eskel moved to lean against your vanity, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Even if I wanted to come back, I couldn’t.” You murmured. Your life really was over. It had been over for the last three years. You were bound to Kaer Morhen forever. 

“That’s right.” Tissaia confirmed, her voice quiet. 

You let out a breath, goosebumps rising across your skin. A strange sensation began to form in your stomach. 

You could never go home, wherever that may be. Aretuza. Ban Ard. Anywhere else the Chapter had sent you over the years or where you had been placed. Cravaria had been your home for twenty years before you razed it. You truly had nowhere to turn to even if you could freely roam the Continent. 

“Sabrina has asked how you are.”

You turned your head to Tissaia, a little smile coming to your lips. 

“She has? I’ve missed her.”

“She misses you as well.” A very rare smile found its way to the rectress’s face. 

You gazed at her for a few heartbeats. 

“Tissaia, Branimor attacked me.” Your voice wasn’t as strong as you had hoped it would be. But it was enough for her to hear you. 

Her brow furrowed and her smile fell. 

“What?”

You looked over to Eskel, who gave you an encouraging nod. 

“The day Cravaria fell…. He had dimeritium handcuffs…. I have scars to prove it.” You put your hand over your heart. An aching pain found its way to your skin. “After–After I killed him…. I just lost control of myself, Tissaia. I lost control of my chaos.”

She was quiet for a few moments. 

“I would’ve liked to have heard this three years ago.”

“Well you’re hearing it now.”

There was a knock on a door coming from Tissaia’s side of the mirror. 

“I have to go.” She spoke quietly. “But we will speak soon. For now, be safe.”

You nodded once and waved your hand in front of the mirror. The illusion of the rectress disappeared, leaving just a normal mirror behind. 

You looked at your reflection for a few moments, staring blankly at yourself. Blood trickled from your nose, the tickling sensation pulling you from your trance-like state. 

“Are you alright?” Eskel asked, taking a few steps towards you as you wiped the blood on the back of your hand. 

“I’m fine.”

“You shouldn’t be using your chaos so soon, witch.” He placed his hands on either of your biceps, helping to steady you. You appeared to be swaying just slightly where you stood. 

“Who was that?”

“Tissaia de Vries. She…. Well, I suppose she raised me.”

“Do you contact her often?”

“No.” You shook your head gently. “I usually don’t talk to her during the winter when everyone is here. But I needed to speak with her.”

“Is it safe? The way you were communicating with her through the mirror?” He used the sleeve of his tunic to wipe the blood that had dripped onto your lip. 

“Yes.” You turned your head away from him. You didn’t want to be coddled. “I wouldn’t have done it if it wasn’t safe.”

Eskel watched the way you stood there, absentmindedly rubbing your arm as you gazed off at nothing. Your mind was too busy thinking to actually look at anything. 

“What did she tell you that has you worried?”

You turned your head to look at him, taking in a small breath. 

“Let’s walk.” You moved towards the door to your room. 

“Can you handle a walk right now?”

“I wouldn’t have suggested it if I couldn’t.”

Eskel fell in sync beside you as you started down the hallway. 

“The roach-hounds that killed Maksym Voric were sent by the Chapter.”

“Do you mages frequently kill your own?”

“No. At least we don’t agree to it as a group. Sometimes one mage will act on their own but…. Maksym has never stepped out of line. He’s always listened to their foolishness.”

“Then his death was a means to get to you.” Eskel glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes. He wanted to make sure what he said hadn’t crossed a line. He knew very well that Voric’s death was still a fresh wound, just as his near death experience was still very fresh and a very touchy subject for you. 

You nodded your head slowly. 

“And I fear it has worked.” You sighed. 

“What do you mean?”

“There’s a conclave being held during Ostara. The Chapter is reviewing last year and discussing the coming year. Yennefer and Triss were talking about it last night.”

“And you…. You plan to attend the meeting?” Eskel came to a stop, his hand finding your arm. He stopped you and made you face him. 

“Yes.”

He furrowed his brows as he looked down at you. 

“Y/N, that is the most stupid thing I have ever heard in my entire life! Why the fuck would you do such a thing?” He practically demanded, his tone only becoming stern and rude because of how worried the idea made him. 

You found yourself looking up at him, searching his blue eyes for a few moments. You couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him for raising his voice at you. You knew it was a stupid choice, but it was your only choice. 

“This coming year will be the third summer I will have been here alone, Eskel.” Your voice was soft. “I-I can’t do it again. I wasn’t meant to decay here in this keep, to rot and-and lose my sanity a little more every year. You witchers are gone for eight months of the year, and I am alone for those eight months. I make do with what I have. I’ve become accustomed to quite literally walking on foot down to the very bottom of the mountain to the village just to see people. Can you imagine that, Eskel? Me walking on foot down a fucking mountain just to see a shit village full of shit people?” You laughed pitifully at yourself, sniffling as you blinked the tears away. “I am more than that.”

You shook your head softly. 

“One can only make illusions so many times before she starts to forget they are just that. Just illusions.”

“I don’t have to go on the Path this year, doll.” Eskel murmured. There was a timidness in his voice. You two were still new to…. whatever relationship it was that you had. He didn’t want to overstep. But he also didn’t like the thought of you being so lonely. He had never thought about your time alone at Kaer Morhen. And you had certainly never let on that any of it bothered you. 

“Yes, you do.” You nodded just slightly. “You have your duties, and I have my own.”

As the witcher gazed at you, so many thoughts moved through his head. 

He was frustrated with you. Why couldn’t you see the danger you were going to be putting yourself into? Why couldn’t you be more agreeable? Why couldn’t you see how badly he wanted you to stay? Did he not sound desperate enough? Eskel surely thought he did, and he hated it. But he was willing to try anything to get you to stay with him, to stay at Kaer Morhen. 

As he repeated your words in his head, he recalled something Triss had told him when you had gone to see Maskym Voric. She mentioned how both of your duties, your work and his, came between your relationship. That was why in the end, Voric and you weren’t together. 

“Sometimes love isn’t enough.” Triss’s words echoing in his head caused his stomach to knot up. 

“I won’t let duties come between us. Not like they did for you and Voric.”

You took a step back, putting space between yourself and the wolf. 

“What?”

“That’s why you didn’t work out, isn’t it?”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“I know enough to know that allowing space between us will be our downfall.”

You shook your head, locking your jaw tightly for a few moments. 

“There is no happy ending with me, witcher. There is only downfall.”

This time, Eskel shook his head. He ran a hand over his face, growling in frustration. 

“It’s suicide if you go to that meeting.”

You looked down at his medallion, taking a few moments to think. Your eyes flickered back up to meet his and you turned to start walking again. You folded your hands at your waist, knowing very well that you wanted to start picking at your nails. It was a bad habit you didn’t often do. 

Eskel started to walk beside you once more.

“I had a dream last night. I…. I saw these walls caving in. The stones were falling, collapsing.”

“It was just a dream.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “It means nothing.”

“Everything that happens, happens for a reason. Whether I am just being paranoid about it or not, I-I saw death. And I cannot be responsible for any more death. Your near-death experience was almost too much for me.”

“I don’t like the idea of you going alone.”

“Yennefer and Triss will be with me.”

“I’d like to be as well.”

You smiled softly as you looked over at the wolf.

“Sweet witcher. Even if you were allowed to go, I couldn’t let you. You don’t need to involve yourself in sorcerers and mages.”

He let out a heavy sigh through his nose, his hands curling into fusts 

“You’ve got your mind set on this, haven’t you?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Then there’s nothing I can do to stop you.”

“I’m afraid not.” 

Eskel rubbed the back of his neck. 

“I hate to…. I just…. I don’t want to see anything happen to you, Y/N.”

You took his hand and laced your fingers together. 

A part of you wanted to tell him that the biggest reason you had decided to go was because you had almost lost him. That was a terrifying experience, something you never wanted to go through again. You didn’t want a target to be on the back of his head while he was on the Path, so you needed to do whatever you could to make things better. You needed to do something about it. 

This was your only choice. 

***

As you stirred the last spoonful of sugar into your tea, the doors to the kitchen burst open. You lifted your head to see Yennefer standing in the doorway, violet eyes finding you. 

“For fuck’s sake, Yennefer! You’re going to break the bloody doors!” Lambert cursed.

“All of you, get out. Now.” She demanded, moving around the tables. 

You leaned against a table as you sipped your tea, watching the wolves debate their next moves. 

Coen and Lambert shared a glance. Geralt looked between you and Yennefer, unsure of what was happening. 

“Yennefer, what’s wrong?” Triss asked. 

“I need a word with Y/N. You can stay, Triss. Everyone else, leave.”

“If you need to talk in private, go somewhere else, mage.” Lambert told her, to which she shot him a glare. 

“Come on, Lambert.” Coen clapped his brother on the shoulder. “We don’t want to get involved with this.”

“Maybe I do.”

Eskel stayed where he sat across from Geralt. Blue eyes carefully watched Yennefer of Vengerberg. 

“Yennefer, what’s going on?” Geralt leaned back in his seat. 

“How long have you been speaking with Tissaia, Y/N?” 

“I first contacted her seven months after Cravaria fell.”

“Why?”

“Has she reached out to you?” You ignored her question.

“Telepathically, yes. She wanted to know if I knew anything about Cravaria. Y/N, why the hell would you put yourself in danger like that?”

“I know what I am doing, Yennefer.”

“Tissaia can’t be trusted.”

“She can’t be entirely trusted, but I believe she can be to an extent.” 

You held her gaze as a silence fell between you both. 

“Y/N, what have you told her?” Triss asked hesitantly. You put your tea down and folded your arms over your chest. 

“I have just used her to keep tabs on what the Chapter is doing. I don’t speak to her often.”

“When was the last time you spoke to her?” 

“Last evening. I began to tell her the truth about Branimor, but we were interrupted.” 

“What did you hope would come out of that, Y/N? Do you think that you’ll magically be forgiven? That everything will suddenly be okay and the Chapter would welcome you back with open arms?” Yennefer furrowed her brow.

You didn’t answer her. 

“She’s attending a meeting with them.”

Your eyes darted over to Eskel. The wolf was watching you carefully. 

“What?” Geralt looked at his brother then at you. You stayed silent, your lips pressed together in a line. 

“During Ostara, there’s a meeting. Y/N has said she’s going to it.���

“Oh my gods.” Yennefer rubbed her brow.

“I do not have to explain myself to anyone.” You started to make your way towards the door but using her magic, Yennefer formed a shield over the doors. 

You turned your head to look at her, locking your jaw tightly. She knew you wouldn’t be able to put up a fight. You were still weak.

“It’s suicide, Y/N.” Her voice was quiet. 

“So I’ve been told.” Your eyes met Eskel’s. He held your gaze, but only for a few moments before he looked away. 

“Y/N, you know the Chapter won’t take lightly to your return.” Triss spoke softly.

“The Chapter sent roach-hounds after Maksym Voric, Triss. They killed one of their own to try to pry me out of hiding. And unfortunately they have succeeded. They have already tried to use you to get to me, which only lead to Eskel nearly dying and I-I cannot….” You paused, shaking your head as you gazed at Triss. “I can’t lose anyone else, Triss.”

“The Chapter sent the hounds?” She furrowed her brows. “Maksym was one of their best.”

“That was why I reached out to Tissaia. And I-I have a couple other reasons for wanting to go to the meeting in the spring, but I cannot risk your life or Yennefer’s, or anyone else’s. Not anymore. I’ve already done so for far too long.”

Silence fell around the room. 

Yennefer was still clearly unhappy about your decision. She kept her arms crossed as she watched you. 

“Stregorbor has been using Cravaria as a means to justify your affliction with the Curse, Y/N.” She said.

You took a seat at the table, rubbing your temple. 

“Every time that you’ve been mentioned when there’s been a conclave, he brings it up.” Triss added.

“I thought he would. But I am not afraid of him like everyone else might be. He’s just an old man hiding behind false ideologies.”

“His ideologies are dangerous, Y/N.” Yennefer said.

“What curse?” Geralt asked, looking between the three mages in the room. 

You were silent, your eyes focusing on a particular marking in the table. It appeared to be from a knife and cut deep into the wood.

“The Curse of the Black Sun.” Yennefer moved to sit at the table just like everyone else. “Y/N was born during an eclipse.”

Eskel furrowed his brow, turning his head to look at you. You kept your eyes on the marking on the table. 

“Stregorbor has been trying to use the Curse to have Y/N imprisoned or even executed for decades.” Triss shook her head. “He’s an awful man.”

“The Curse is just the words of an old fool that bastards like Stregobor keep listening to.” You let out a small breath. “Cravaria…. From an outsider’s perspective, yes, Cravaria could seem like a result of whatever affliction the Curse causes if one believes in it. But the reality is, it wasn’t caused by that nonsense. It was because I…. I lost control of myself after what happened. I was consumed by emotions. And that is why I want to go to the meeting at the beginning of Ostara.”

“I still think it’s a stupid idea.” Yennefer shook her head softly. “The Chapter won’t care that your emotions got the best of you. They’ll justify it with the fact that we were taught differently, to handle our emotions. 

Your hand came up to the pendant around your neck. You pressed your lips together firmly, eyes diverted to the center of the table as to avoid contact with anyone. 

“She’s already made her decision.” Eskel sighed out, uncrossing his arms and placing his hands on his hips. “There’s no use in trying to reason with her.”

“You’re okay with this, witcher?” Yennefer furrowed her brow. 

“I never said I was.”

“He doesn’t have to be, Yennefer.” You stood up too quickly, causing the room around you to spin. You braced yourself on the table with one hand and took a deep breath. The nauseous feeling returned, much to your dismay. “No one has to be okay with my decisions except me.”

Silence fell around the room as the violet eyed mage met your gaze. She wasn’t going to back down so easily and accept your choice. 

“It’s done, Yenn.” You lowered your voice, bringing your hand up to your stomach. “It’s best that you leave it be.”

As you started for the door, Triss took a couple steps towards you. 

“Do you want help getting to your room, Y/N?” She asked quietly. 

You shook your head, holding a hand up to her as you continued to the door. 

“In all my life, I swear I’ve never seen something so stupid.” Yennefer took a seat at the table. She brought her hands up to rub her eyes and then brushed her hair back. Her eyes fell on Eskel, who was staring at the door you had disappeared out of. “And you, witcher? You’re just going to let her kill herself?”

“Yennefer.” Geralt said her name almost as if to warn her not to start a fight with Eskel.

“Don’t fucking turn this around like it’s my fault she’s chosen to do this.” Eskel spoke through clenched teeth. He took a step towards the mage, though he had no intentions of hurting her. “You of all people should know how gods damned stubborn she is. If I could change her mind, I’d do it with no hesitation.”

“You could if you cared enough to bother to try.” 

Eskel snarled and something akin to a growl vibrated in his chest. 

“You fucking bitch! You speak of something you know nothing about!” 

Triss stepped forward, placing herself between Yennefer and Eskel. She reached a hand out towards Eskel as if to calm him. 

Geralt had also moved closer to the witcher and mage, standing just behind Yennefer. She didn’t seem affected by Eskel’s sudden fiery anger. She remained seated, knees crossed as she looked up at him. 

“Y/N cares about you, Eskel.” Triss told him. 

“Bullshit.” He spat.

“No, it isn’t.” She smiled softly and shook her head just a little. “And you know it.”

Dark blue eyes held her gaze before he turned away, shaking his head and clenching his hands into fists by his sides. 

“She is hellbent on correcting whatever she can so that no one else is hurt, so that no one else is killed like Voric. It’s been eating away at her. The slyzard attack was the final straw.” He ran a hand over the scarred side of his face. “She’s only going to get herself killed.”

“She’s scared.”

Eskel turned around so that he could see his brother. 

“She seemed pretty damn certain of what she was doing, Geralt.”

“I didn’t say unsure, Eskel. Scared. She’s stuck in a corner with no options and no control over anything.”

The dark haired witcher let out a breath through his nose, his jaw ticking as he clenched his teeth together. 

“The conclave isn’t for another three weeks, Eskel.” Triss told him. “Perhaps she will change her mind by then.”

***

Darkness had fallen on Kaer Morhen. The sun had set long ago, though no one was asleep. As usual, the inhabitants of the School of the Wolf were in the Great Hall keeping themselves occupied with card games and drinks. 

You kept to yourself most of the day following the conversation with Yennefer and the others in the kitchen. Instead of socializing, you had slept, exhaustion getting the best of you. 

The nearly seven hour nap felt like it had done nothing for you. Your limbs still ached, joints still throbbed with a pain that almost made it unbearable to move. But it wasn’t in your nature to let something like pain stop you. If anything, it fueled the fire inside you. 

You found yourself traveling down the large staircase heading for the Great Hall. The spiral stairs were never an issue before. If you didn’t feel like traversing them, you could use a portal. Now, however, that wasn’t an option. 

The stairs had never seemed like such an impossible feat until moving made you nauseous. You had to stop and place your hand on the stone wall while you took in slow breaths. 

“Is everything alright?” 

You looked up to see Vesemir climbing the staircase just ahead of you. 

“Just fine, Vesemir.” You used your hand that wasn’t holding the wall to smooth out your dress skirt. 

“You look unwell.”

“I am fine.” You repeated, your tone a little firm. He stopped a couple steps below you. 

“Your heart is still beating slowly.”

“It’s only been three days. Healing won’t happen in such a short time.”

“Where are you trying to go?”

You let out a small breath, shaking your head gently. 

“Anywhere, Vesemir. Anywhere but my fucking room. I can’t stand the silence.”

Wordlessly, he came to stand beside you and offer you his arm. You wanted to object, to insist that you could handle yourself. But in all reality, you felt as though you would tumble down the staircase at any moment. 

You took his arm and let him help you down the stairs at your own pace. 

“I never thanked you for what you did for Eskel.”

“It isn’t necessary.”

“But it is. You didn’t just heal a broken bone. What you did involved great risk on your end. You saved his life, and for that I thank you.”

You said nothing. 

“I hear you are leaving come Ostara.”

“Do you think that I have no chance going to the conclave?”

Vesemir turned his head to look at you for a moment. 

“You’re asking for my opinion?”

You nodded just a little. 

“I don’t ask that of everyone. Age either turns a man into a fool or into an intellect. I happen to think you’re the latter.”

“Thanks…. I think.”

Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, Vesemir let you go. You folded your hands at your waist and continued to walk next to him. 

“As for your question, it depends on what you are hoping to succeed from attending the conclave.”

“I want to clear my name– or at least do so as best as I can. Cravaria was my fault, but the truth of what happened remains to be known to practically anyone who isn’t here on this mountain.”

“I’ve never known sorcerers to be a very forgiving bunch.”

“They aren’t.” You sighed. “And I know that there will be trouble the second I am seen by anyone. It won’t be easy but…. But everyone I am around is in constant danger. We were lucky to not have any issues until this winter.”

“This winter.” The old witcher repeated, nodding his head. “This winter has surely been an interesting one. Yennefer of Vengerberg’s first winter here…. And the winter that Eskel and yourself seem to have come to some sort of…. arrangement.” 

You pressed your lips together into a line, eyes lingering further down the hallway. Vesemir came to a stop and turned so that he faced you. 

“Your heart just picked up pace when he was mentioned…. You are worried?”

You looked at the witcher for a few heartbeats. 

“I know he is angry with me, with my decision. But it’s done. I’ve made up my mind.”

“He’s only concerned for your safety.”

“I know.”

“I won’t muddle in your affairs. I prefer not to.” Vesemir shook his head. “I have to go search for a book in the library for Triss. But no matter what happens, keep his worry in your mind, please. I know how…. stubborn both of you can be. He isn’t easily letting you go and you are just as unwilling to change your mind. Whatever happens, just keep him in mind.”

Always. 

You gave Vesemir a light nod and then continued down the hallway towards the Great Hall. 

***

You approached the table full of witchers and mages. The dark haired witcher was absent from the table. 

“So you’ve decided to give up?” 

“Lambert.” Geralt said the witcher’s name. Your attention found Lambert. You tilted your head to the side just a little. 

“What?” Your tone was harsh and cold, almost as if you were daring him to repeat himself. 

“After all these years, you’re finally turning yourself in?” Coen asked. 

“Your brother almost died.” You spoke under your breath, knowing very well everyone could hear you just fine. “He nearly lost his life just days ago because it is no longer safe for me to be here. It wasn’t the Nordlings who sent those slyzards, it was the fucking Brotherhood of Sorcerers. I may be arrogant at times, but I know where to draw the line.”

“We just don’t want to see anything happen to you.” Triss spoke quietly. 

You took a slow and steady breath through your nose. 

You didn’t want to face the Brotherhood. You didn’t want to leave Kaer Morhen forever. But you knew you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if someone within the Keep died because of you. 

“Where is he?”

“In the stables.” Geralt answered. 

***

Eskel lifted his head as he heard you approach. The oil lamps hanging up in the stables provided a comfortable glowing light. 

Your eyes met briefly before he looked away.

“Don’t you have a cauldron to stir, witch?”

“Funny, witcher.” You stopped at Cypress, brushing her nose. “I understand your frustration–,”

“Don’t start with that bullshit.” He cut you off, shaking his head. “You don’t understand shit.”

“Can we at least have a conversation like adults, Eskel?”

“No.”

“I want to talk to you.”

“To hell with what you want. You sure as hell don’t care about what I want.”

You stared at the witcher at a loss for words. If he wasn’t willing to talk to you, you couldn’t make him. 

Cypress pressed her nose into your chest as you stopped petting her. You looked at her, smiling automatically at your mare. You rubbed her nose and leaned forward to kiss between her eyes. 

“I’d like for you to keep Cypress.”

Eskel stopped brushing down Scorpion and turned his head to look at you. 

“What?”

“I’m not sure what will happen.” Your voice fell to a quiet murmur. You knew very well he was already jumping to the conclusion of your death. “I-I just don’t like the thought of leaving her without a keeper. And you…. Well, she enjoys Scorpion’s company.”

Eskel pressed his lips together firmly. He gripped the tack brush tightly in his hand. 

You gazed back at him, all the words you wanted to say became stuck in your throat. The confidence you had upon approaching him dissipated and instead, a sinking, gut-wrenching pain began to take its place. 

Your throat became scratchy and your nose tingled. You cleared your throat to ensure you would be able to speak properly. With a gentle pat to Cypress’s shoulder, you began to walk away from the stables. 

“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. “What did you want to talk about, witch?”

You stopped walking but kept your back to him. 

Could you do it? Could you tell him the truth? That you never wanted to leave him? To lose him? That it caused a physical pain inside you to think of losing him? 

“It doesn’t matter.” Your voice broke. You only made it to the first set of stone stairs before he stopped you, his hand clasping your arm. 

“Why are you crying?” He turned you around to face him. You looked up at him, vision blurry with tears, and shook your head softly. 

“I can’t…. I can’t lose you like I lost him.” 

Eskel furrowed his brow as he looked down at you.

“Like Maksym.” You uttered his name softly, sniffling as you wiped your cheeks. “I can’t-I can’t, and I know it’s hard and my decision isn’t fair to you, but I-I can’t– Eskel, I can’t–,”

“Hush, witch.” He stopped you, reaching his hand up to cup your jaw. His thumb stroked your cheek. “You aren’t going to lose me.”

“I almost did. Your blood…. It was everywhere.” You closed your eyes, wincing at the memory. 

Large arms wrapped around you, drawing you into his chest. You slipped an arm underneath his, your hand coming up to the space between his shoulder blades. The both of you stood together for what felt like just a few moments, but it had been minutes. 

You pulled away first, lifting your head so you could look up at him. 

“Death follows me, witcher, and I can’t have you in the way of his wrath.”

“Death doesn’t follow you.” He shook his head, his arms slipping from around you as you began to walk away from him. He followed you up the ramparts to a higher level. 

“My family…. Cravaria…. Maksym…. Perhaps the Curse is real.” You whispered. 

“The Curse of the Black Sun. You never told me you were born beneath an eclipse.”

“It’s not something I brag about.” You glanced over your shoulder at him. 

“But it is something that could have been brought up when I told you about Deidre.”

You said nothing.

“You mentioned your family. You said they died in a fire.”

You came to a stop at the end of the rampart and looked out over the courtyard below. 

“Every mage has a conduit moment. A moment where they show the first signs of chaos. Mine…. Mine was a fire that broke out one night while I was sleeping. I was having a nightmare, and it just happened.”

You crossed your arms tightly over your chest. 

“I’ve never believed the Curse, simply because I thought I was better than it, than those other girls…. I believed that the events were just things that happened to me. Everyone goes through hardships. But no one does what I have done, so perhaps there is something to it.”

Eskel brought his hand up to his cheek, the rough pads of his fingertips tentatively touching the scarred skin. 

“I’m scared, witcher.” Your voice was shaky as you looked over the courtyard and then to the massive expanse of the Blue Mountains that could be seen from where you stood. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon and shed light on the mountains.

“Scared of what, witch?”

You took a breath in an attempt to calm down, but it became stuck in your throat. You shook your head just a little. A warm breeze blew your hair and your dress.

“Everything, it seems.” You murmured. “I want to stay just as badly as you don’t want me to leave. But it needs to be done.”

“Let me go with you, please.” He moved to stand closer to you, choosing to stand just off to your left. 

You closed your eyes tightly, unable to see the heartbroken look on his face that would match the tone of his broken voice. Tears slipped down your cheeks. 

“What if it’s what I want?” He placed his hand upon your elbow. 

“You’ll die.”

“For such a pretty hellbeast, I’d gladly lay my life down.”

You tried to fight the smile that pulled at your lips, but he saw it. You opened your eyes to look at him, shaking your head. 

“Now isn’t the time for jesting, witcher.”

The smile that had formed on his lips from seeing yours faded as he gazed at you. Eskel pulled your hand from where it was tucked beneath the opposite arm. Without saying a word, your hand was placed in the center of his chest. His medallion was pushed aside to allow your hand to rest where it usually did.

“Do you feel my heart beating?”

You looked down at your hand, the ache in your stomach crept up into your ribs. 

“I do.”

His thumb brushed along the back of your hand as he hesitated to continue. 

“Ask me again if I’ve ever been in love.”

Your brows knit together just a bit. You could hear his heart beat quicker as you repeated his words in your head. 

“Eskel, I don’t understand–,”

“Ask me again.” He repeated, his tone a gentle demand. 

“Have you…. Have you ever been in love?”

“I think so.”

Silence fell upon you as you realized what he was saying, though the process was slow. 

“I think that I-I may be in love, witch.”

Your eyes found his almost instantly. Goosebumps broke out across your skin. 

Eskel was silent as he let you take in the gravity of what he had just said. He could hear your heart pick up pace, hear the way your breathing changed. 

“Oh, witcher.” Your voice was gentle and quiet. “It isn’t safe to love me.”

“Love of any sort isn’t safe. It’s like playing with fire.” He squeezed your hand ever so gently. A little smile pulled at the scarred corner of his lips. “But I knew what I was getting into in the beginning.”

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survey #133

When did you last drink coffee? I've never truly drank coffee, just tried it a few times and thought it was disgusting each instance.

When did you last cry? And why, if you feel like sharing. Yesterday, a little bit. My sister posted something on Facebook that's happened at work over the past week or so, and it just warmed my fucking heart so much and reminded me yet again my sister is a real-life superhero, like very literally.

What was the last beach you visited and when? Carolina Beach, more than likely. Maaaaaaany years ago.

What book do you plan to read next? The next WoF book is Darkness of Dragons, the last book in this specific arc.

What fictional character/s remind you of yourself? Uh the first one that actually came to mind was Violet from The Incredibles haha, primarily as a teenager though. As I am now, I majorly relate to the character Clearsight in the WoF series, probably more than any other fictional character I've encountered. I resonate quite a bit with Kiara from TLK too, always wanting peace and to follow her heart no matter what.

What's in your fridge right now? List as many things as you can think of. Uh there's milk, yogurt, cheese, water, I'm sure lunch meat, lettuce and I think other veggies, condiments, etc. Our fridge is actually pretty full right now, definitely more than usual.

If you could have any artist, living or dead, paint your portrait, who would it be? Absolutely Nana Qi, much more popularly known as puffygator in online spaces. She makes THE cutest art I've ever seen absolutely anywhere, I am a ginormous fan of her work and I think if anyone has any chance of making me look even REMOTELY cute, it's her, haha. I basically BEG you to check her out.

Do you smell anything in particular right now? No.

Do you make enough money to live comfortably? [can be in combination with a spouse] I personally make zero money, so. My mom doesn't though, we're technically considered impoverished. We survive solely off her disability right now. I'm trying so damn hard to find a job so I can actually be financially useful.

What is one thing you like about your appearance? Don’t say nothing! I just like my hair, or at least how healthy it is and its general style. Not happy with the color right now, but.

What would you like to tell your father? I wish I saw you more. It's not just his fault, though.

What would you like to tell your mother? Thank you for absolutely everything you do to keep me safe, happy, and healthy.

Whose was the last wedding you went to? Bethany and Spencer's as the photographer.

What is your greatest fear? Living alone on the streets.

What is a chronic health issue you deal with, even if it’s minor? I think depression is the longest-lasting and the one that has most heavily affected my life.

What was your college major? If applicable. It changed between Game Design, Photography, Wildlife Biology, and then Art/Photography again.

What new place have you been to recently? Nowhere, lol. I basically never go to new places.

What are you a geek about? Meerkats, Silent Hill, tarantulas, snakes, Rammstein if u didn't already kno, Shadow of the Colossus, other stuff. But those listed are the primary topics I can think of where if you bring them up I will share E V E R Y T H I N G I know under the sun about them lmfao

What is something you have no patience for? Anti-LGBTQ+ opinions and behaviors. Like you are immediately JUST garbage to me.

What celebrity would you want to go out for a meal/drinks with? None realistically, bit too personal an occasion for someone I don't personally know at all. Well, unless it was like, Bindi Irwin lmao, I would take basically any opportunity to get to know her and be friends. It'd be a lot less awkward of an idea because she's not a celebrity that I "like" in a romantic/sexual sense, either, I just think she's fucking incredible and such an icon of love and goodness.

Are you happy with your weight? Hell fucking no, sick and tired of it.

When did you last hold a baby, if ever? Whose? Over three years ago when my niece Emerson was born.

How many cats do you have? One.

How many dogs do you have? One.

How many other pets do you have? One (champagne ball python).

How old were you when you got your driver’s license? I haven't yet, and I don't really think I ever will just with how fucking terrified I am of driving; it's just a fear I don't think I can conquer. I COULD NOT survive killing someone if I was involved in a car crash, like I'd just straight-up fucking kill myself. My panic makes me a dangerously passive driver, and people who know they can't drive in a safe, confident (NOT to be confused with aggressive) manner don't need to be on the road. I'm very well aware of how inconveniencing it is for others that I can't drive, especially with where I live (public transport really isn't a regular or widespread thing), but I'd prefer to not kill or cripple somebody.

What year did you graduate high school? 2014.

What is the first number of your zip code? Two.

How many of your grandparents are still alive? Zero.

What is your favorite number? Honestly don't really have one. I like the dark myths of the number 13, but I don't have a strong fondness for it or anything.

How many kids do you want? IF I have children, I can't visualize a world where I have more than two.

How many apartments have you lived in? As an official, legal resident, zero, but basically two.

What age do people say you look? Very early 20s. Actually the artist who did my new tattoo thought I was like, literally 19 lmfao thanks I guess

Do you feel like your family accepts you for who you are? For the most part. I'm confident my mom fully does, but idk about the others.

Do you feel like your friends accept you for who you are? Yes. I have more liberty in picking my friends; if my friends that I choose aren't willing to accept me, uh bye, our "friendship" is a waste of time.

Who is the best doctor you’ve ever had? The psychiatrist that very literally turned my life around when I began my partial hospitalization program. I stayed with him for many years until insurance made it so I could no longer see him. This is actually what resulted in me being hospitalized again last March; I was so devastated and scared of leaving the ONE mental health professional that REALLY made a difference for me that I became suicidal again. He is an incredible professional with what seemed like a totally unending well of medical knowledge. In the same hospital, when I did the PHP a second time, the therapist that most regularly worked with me was my favorite I've ever had as well; I totally desperately wanted to stay with him once the program was over, but sadly he worked exclusively in that. I wanna emphasize I've been seeing psychiatrists and therapists since the 7th grade (who are around 12 or 13, and I'm 27 now), like I've seen SO FUCKING MANY, so calling you my favorite carries an insane amount of weight.

Have you ever been flipped off by a random stranger? Yes actually, while driving. It was a truck of teenage boys and when they (illegally) passed, multiple of them stuck their hand out the window to do it. My mom was fucking furious lmao, she did it right back.

Do you have a lot of people blocked on Facebook? Not many that I have a personal problem against; most are actually people my mother has asked me to block for a variety of reasons so they have no tabs on my family's lives. Then there's random people who've sent random suspicious or gross messages.

Do you consider yourself spiritual? To a degree. Like I do believe some sort of soul/"essence" of us exists, but that's the end of it. I know nothing about that realm or even if it really exists at all, and I worship nothing or hold nothing as truly holy or whatever.

Do you consider yourself religious? Absolutely not.

Are you afraid of spiders? No, not really; I actually love spiders, especially tarantulas, but I'm not going to pretend that if a big spider just randomly went down my arm I wouldn't freak out for a second, just because I hadn't been expecting it and most of my life I was scared of spiders, so the instinct to be startled is still there.

Are you afraid of snakes? I absolutely adore snakes with all my heart.

Does everyone in your family know your sexual orientation? Not exactly; I think everyone knows I like men and women, but I'm sure there are family members who'd still call me bi because they don't know I later realized I was really pan, AND I know there are a number who don't even know what pansexuality is lmao.

What is one thing you find offensive? Using the word "retarded" to insult someone's intelligence. My respect for you will fucking PLUMMET.

Do you often post about politics on social media? I share lots of political posts, yes.

Would you ever want to go back to school? I just can't do that. I've dropped out three times already, I can't keep pouring money straight down the drain.

What are three things you are naturally good at? Writing, bonding with animals, and I suppose seeing things in an artistic way?

What are three things you are NOT naturally good at? Socializing/talking confidently, asking for help (this does depend though), and thinking more with my head than my heart.

Is your dream to get married and have kids? No, my dream is to be happy with and proud of myself and feel like I made even a tiny difference in the world. I'd be bummed if I never do get married, but it's not my dream.

Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering? It goes in the laundry basket.

If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair? Idk, it'd very likely depend on how I look as a whole. I do know I love guys with long hair though, so I'd probably at least have longer hair... maybe. Part of the reason I keep mine short now is because I was bad at brushing it even nearly enough, so I'd probably have that problem as a man too.

Last person you hugged? It was either Girt, his mom, or his sister before leaving his place on Saturday.

How is the weather right now? It's sunny and WAY too motherfucking hot; my weather app says 86*F right now, disgusting.

Are you missing someone? I miss Girt really bad.

What is the wallpaper on your cell phone? Lock screen is artwork of Till Lindemann with the "Engel" wings prop, home screen is insanely cute meerkat artwork.

What do you have handy at your bedside? A lamp. If Girt's staying the night that's also where I put my phone.

What is your dad's middle name? John.

What is your mom's middle name? Marie.

First thing you'll save in a fire? If my mom is in there, I'm making sure she gets out first. If she's not, then I'd probably run and get Venus out of her terrarium first and then immediately look for Roman. I think I'd go for Venus first just because she's in a cage and is also a ball python so she wouldn't be going anywhere and is therefore super easy to find, while I'm sure Roman would probably be frantically running around or like paralyzed in a hiding spot. Really I wouldn't be surprised if Roman found a way out himself if there's an open window or door, being a cat. Deep hatred for this question btw lmao

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[mqybanks]

✎ Death Trap

 ↳ Theseus Scamander x Reader

꒰ Word Count: 1.6k

꒰ Trigger Warnings: Mentions of De@th? Tad bit of blood? Death? I dunno, I didn’t plan this one out LMAO

꒰ Notes: Alice writing for Theseus? Impossible. Anyways... ahaha, I was gonna write this for Newt, but Newt’s to sweet to do such a thing and Theseus just fits ‘cause he’s an auror 

“Theseus, please” Travers looked into the eyes of the brunette, his eyes showed off no mercy, completely serious with his words.

He didn’t know how to respond, he knew that Travers was serious about this, but seriously? Did he not know that Y/n was his fiancee ?

That they were supposed to get married the following month? Well secretly, Y/n wasn’t quite popular among the wizarding world.

Being the daughter of the most wanted “dark” wizard in the world had its setbacks. Including the fact that most aurors- and the Ministry- wanted her dead.

He held back the urge to tell him off, to refuse, to stop all of this - unlike the usual Theseus who usually (always) went with whatever Travers said to him, this time it was different.

Though, being the levelheaded person he was, he kept his mouth shut, eyes glued to the floor. Hesitant of what to say.

One wrong word could get him kicked off of his position as Head Auror. “I can’t”

Travers let out an annoyed grunt, gently nudging Theseus’s arm, “Come on, I know you two have something going on, but this is Y/n Grindelwald were talking about, the daughter of Grindelwald!”

“There’s nothing going on between us” Theseus lied, teeth gritted, wholly ignoring the rest of his words.

“We, wizards, have been in peace for years, and you know that Grindelwald want’s that peace gone!” The persistent , aging man countered, “Y/n could be our answer! She could be a spy or-”

He paused for a moment, pondering how he could phrase the following sentence, “Or she could- to put it lightly, Theseus- destroy the world”

Theseus shook his head, not believing Travers for a second. He knew Y/n. She wouldn’t do that, she barely could even hurt a fly.

“Theseus” Travers stopped, cutting in front of the younger male, placing his hands on is shoulders, he stared, “It’s for the best”

No it’s not He thought to himself It’s not the best for me.

He pulled him in for an awkward hug, “It’s either our side or Grindelwald’s side, choose one”

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There she was, tied up, thrown across the floor. She looked like a mess, blood dripping down her face, her hair screwn around. 

Theseus looked away, unable to look. God, why had he agreed to this? It was a mistake the minute he said the final ‘yes’

Travers smirked, grabbing her by the collar of her sweater, “Well, well, if it isn’t Y/n Grindelwald, you’ll be coming with us, yeah? Stay with the Ministry for a while”

She didn’t say anything, deciding it was bet to keep her mouth shut. All she could think about what Theseus had said previously.

“it’s safe here, Y/n... just us”

But he lied. He lied. And look where she was now. 

Travers tilted his head, motioning for the aurors, tow of the newer ones grabbing her gruffly by the arms.

“You said we were alone Theseus...” Y/n mumbled as she passed by Theseus, “You said I was safe”

Her words were quiet, her voice lowered so only Theseus could hear, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t blame Y/n if she hated him now.

The only person he actually, truly loved, seemed so out of reach now, he felt the heat beneath his collar, hatred for Travers.

A sudden clap on his shoulders brought him back to reality, the person he wanted to see least standing by his side. Of course it was Travers.

“Good job” he said though it was more taunting, as if he were sneering, “You made the right decision, Theseus”

But deep down, Theseus knew he didn’t.

“What are you waiting for, the Ministry will be waiting for us” Travers left Theseus’s side, followed by a group of young aurors, leaving Theseus standing there alone.

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Everyone around Theseus seemed light-hearted, laughing and chatting, the news that Y/n Grindelwald had been caught traveled fast.

He sat there quietly, ignoring the jeering comments, or when someone tried to talk to him, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with any of these people here.

“Order!” 

Silence followed, as the Minister of Magic walked onto the podium, grinning widely. It made Theseus sick.

Hector Fawley cleared his throat, “Grindelwald has done so much damage to the wizarding world, and yes- quiet! Yes, he’s still out there, a threat to our society, slipping through our fingers not once but twice!”

Thorough nods as everyone listened intendedly, unsure of where he was trying to go.

“However” He paused, as if trying to be dramatic, “We now have his very own daughter... some of you may now her as Y/n, in our grasp”

Cheers and claps filled the room, the uproarious chatter continued, though only to be silenced by Fawley again, “But the question is... what will we do? Imprison her? Keep her as hostage? Make her work as a spy? The lists’s endless, if anyone would like to suggest something, you may do that now”

“Make her work for the Ministry!”

Theseus knew she’d hate that. She wasn’t an office type of person, more like Newt, more adventurous.

“Imprison her! She could escape again!”

“What if she escape again? What will we do?!”

“She will not escape!” Fawley yelled, voice echoing through the room, “She is guarded by the best wizards and witches known, every second of every day!”

“What if we just kill her?”

Silence. It was as if someone had conjured a silencing charm, Theseus could practically hear everyone thinking over the words.

Kill? Absolutely not. They couldn’t, they wouldn’t... would they? He was head auror! He could do something about all this nonsense. 

“We’re not merciless” Fawley finally stated, much to Theseus’s relief, “We can’t just go around killing people, they’ll think we’re the threat here!”

“But-”

“What about obliviating her?”

“Better” the noirette pondered, “But what will wiping her memory do? In fact, it would be worse for us, we would get no imformation! No profit”

An auror stood up, walking up towards the Minister of Magic, before whispering into his ear.

Fawley tilted his head, his face etched with uncertainty. He let out a sigh, quite unsure. He let out a sigh, turning back to the crowd, quietly thanking the auror.

“Hands up if we oblivate her!”

A few hands... not many, definetely not enough to clench the vote that seemed to be going on.

“Hands up if we kill her!”

Theseus’s hands widened, his heart beggining to pound faster when he saw that majority of the people in the crowd had raised their hand?

“No” his voice came out loud and clear, interruping the Minsiter, “We’re not going to kill her- we can’t go around killing people just because they’re related to Grindelwald!”

“Scamander, you can’t do that” Fawley growled, “After all... aren’t you the one who fancies her? Is that the only reason you’re standing on her side?”

Laughter.

“I do n-” his words were cut off by the menacing glare from Travers, his eeys telling him to sit down, which he did.

Stebbins, one of the auror’s who had raised his hand, leaned closer to Theseus, “I’ll let you do the honors”

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The footsteps grew louder and louder, catching Y/n’s sudden attention. Wasn’t she supposed to be the only person here? Other then the guards, of course. 

The only other times people came down here was when they switched guards, which wasn’t supposed to happen for another... hour or so, an that one time the Minister of Magic came down.

But this time, it was someone different. Someone who she didn’t expect, in fact, it was the person she least expected it to be.

Theseus Scamander.

She really didn’t want to see him at the moment, more or less, talk to him, after what he had done- lied, and stabbed her behind her back.

He gave a single half head-tilt, half nod towards the guards, his face filled with anguish, a single tear rolling down his cheek

It was one of the only times Y/n had seen Theseus cry. Actually, it was the only time.

“What do you want” she grumbled, eyes not meeting Theseus’s, “If you’re here to apologize, I don’t want to hear it”

“I’m not here to apologize” he replied in a low, trembling voice, something that caught Y/n by surprise. He usually spoke either in a harsh, demanding voice, or a soft one.

His hand trailed to his wand, taking it out slowly, “The Ministry, you see...” he didn’t have the heart to tell her that today was the day she was going to die.

Holding his hand to Y/n’s neck, he looked at her once more, taking his free hand to caress Y/n’s face. “I don’t want to so this”

“Hold up, Theseus-”

“I have too” he muttered under his breath, “They’re making me” he made sure that the guards couldn’t hear him.

“You’re not going too...”

“I told you, I have too!” he snapped, a burst of anger coming out of him,. Anger to the world- to the Ministry, to Travers...

“If you ever loved me-” her voice trailed off, regretting what she had said, “You wouldn’t do this”

“Hurry up!” One of the guards snarled, “This shouldn’t take this long!”

“I love you Y/n” Theseus gingerly trailed his hand to her neck, he’d do anything for one more moment with Y/n... one more hug... one last goodbye.

Tears swelled up in his eyes, now quietly spilling down Theseus’s face, as well as Y/n. “I love you too”

He stepped back, wand still pointed at Y/n, exhaling, trying to stop himself from crying. Trying too keep calm- it seemed almost impossible.

There was a flash of green light, a loud thumb as her body hit the concrete floor, followed by a silence that would be tattoed in his mind forever.

And then she was gone.

#so how was that LMAO #theseus scamander #theseus #scamander #newt scamander #theseus x reader #theseus scamander x reader #newt #fantastic beasts #harry potter #fb #yn #x reader #oneshot #reader #reader insert #angst

[strawberry-jammers]

A Child to Protect (pt 5)

tommy x child!reader || Confronting an old friend

tommy comes home to tubbo and ranboo waiting in the living room for...something. 

pt1 pt 2 pt3 pt4

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sorry this took awhile, i was having some struggles lmao. its not the best but the next few parts will hopefully be good lol

word count: 3215

ask if you wanna be tagged for this seires lmao

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Techno sat in the main part of the room with ranboo and tubbo. They stared at each other awkwardly. Honestly tubbo didn't expect to be in the piglins home today, especially after what had happened. Ranboo shuffled in his seat, uncomfortable with the tension in the air. They saw techno almost glare at tubbo, while the goat in turn decided to glare back.

“Um, are you two okay?” ranboo asked the two of them. Techno nodded, not saying a word, as usual. He was just waiting for Tommy to get there to change the focus or something. Tubbo didn't do anything to acknowledge the question, just glaring at the piglin. “Okay, this is awkward." The enderman whispers to themself. "Techno, hows living in the tundra?” techno looks at ranboo with a blank face, tired of having these two here. “cold.” ranboo nodded. ‘Cold’ not being the answer they were looking for. “Oookay. Tubbo, do you like the tundra at all?'' Tubbo shook his head, having a stare down with the piglin, who had gone back to glaring at the hybrid. “No.”

Ranboo sighed, slinking down into the chair. “You guys are helpless…” ranboo says, sighing tiredly. Just then, there was a knock on the door. Techno jumped up from his seat and looked out the window to see who it was. He smiled, opening the door to the mystery guest. “Finally you're here. Now they can focus their attention on you instead. Good luck with that.” techno says. He moved to reveal Tommy, carrying his kid with him.

Tubbo and ranboo stood up, shocked to see their supposed deceased friend, standing in the doorway holding a child. Ranboo walked over cautiously. “Tommy?” he asked. Tommy looked up at the tall enderman. He nodded, holding the young kid tightly. He really didn't wanna be there, but he knew his kid needed to be back here.

 (y/n) looked up at the enderman hybrid, smiling brightly. “Endy endy!!” they said. Ranboo looked down at them, confused a bit. “Whos this?” they asked the young boy. The kid continued to say ‘endy’ while the two of them talked.

Tommy sighed. “This is my kid..(y/n)” he says, looking at the young child. Ranboo looks at the small child, who smiled at them happily. “Endy!!” they said once more. “No no (y/n), this is ranboo. The good man i told you about.” (y/n) smiled even wider. “Ran ran!!!! Papa told me about you!!!! Good man, good man!!” they said. 

The child's presence lifted the awkward atmosphere that once resided in the room. (y/n) smiled at the enderman, who was nearly in tears from the fact tommy was alive and well, raising a child at that. Ranboo immediately hugged two of them, scarring tommy. “Aye aye get off!” tommy said, not knowing how else to respond. “Sorry sorry, i'm just really happy your alive.” tommy looked at ranboo, gapping his mouth. “Dead!? Why would you think that???” tommy asked. Ranboo smiled awkwardly. “Well…” “tommy?” the two of them turned their head to see their part goat friend, who had finally spoken up. 

“Tubbo..” tommy says, stepping around ranboo to see his old friend. “Ranboo take (y/n).” tommy instructs. Ranboo nodes, taking the small child, who wasn't too happy to leave their father. 

Tommy walks closer to his old friend, who was shocked to see him, barely able to say anything. “Y-your alive!! I thought you died-``Tubbo couldn't continue his sentence. He missed his old friend, and was really happy to see him! He just felt terrible for sending him to his near death…even if it was the only option he had. 

Techno and ranboo went outside, leaving the two of them alone (though techno tried to leave several times). (y/n) was sad they couldn't play with their father, but they did have a new friend, who was really nice.

“Is papa okay?” the young one asked. “Yeah I think he's gonna be fine..wanna play in the snow?” ranboo asked the kid. They nodded, being set down and running into the snow. The enderman chuckled, watching them pick themselves back up and falling again. The enderman did notice, however, the many snowmen that littered the lawn. Some looked like people they knew, one even looked like them. they smiled, seeing the young child show off the one they made of their father.

Back in the house, Tommy and tubbo stood in the middle of the home, staring at each other intensely. 

"So...you're alive? Living with techno?" Tubbo asks, breaking the heavy silence. "Why would you think I'd be dead??" Tubbo looked down a bit. "Well, everything was destroyed and...there was a tower I- I thought you…." Tubbo trails off before finishing. “Oh, that..” Tommy looked down a bit, frowning. “Why'd you do it? Why'd you send me away to isolation? `` Tubbo frowns, tilting his head. “It wasn't supposed to be isolation. I-i thought you just chose to live there..” 

Tommy went over and sat down, sighing. “I really dont wanna talk about this. Can you just tell ranboo to bring (y/n) in here..” tubbo shook his head. “I feel like we need to talk about this, I mean you've been gone for months! You have a kid! What happened?” tommy glared at tubbo. “I told you i dont wanna talk about it, just drop it.” he says, getting up again and heading to the front door. “No! We’re talking about this.” Tubbo goes over and grabs Tommy's arm. He yanks it away from him. “I told you I'm not talking about it! Fucking drop it already!” tubbo let go, stepping back slightly.

“Why won't you talk to me? We’re best friends-”

“We haven't been friends since the exile, since one of your men came here and nearly killed my child! The only reason i wasn't here was cause that lunatic tried to attack me!” tubbo shook his head. “I'm not the one that sent him here-”

“Then explain to me why you're here!”

 the yelling started to get louder, leaving the young child to be concerned. They looked up at ranboo, who was silently screaming cause of the snow. “Ran ran are you sure papas okay? There's a lot of yelling..” ranboo looked over to the house, noticing the yelling as well. “I-im not sure, but we shouldn't interrupt them…” (y/n) looked over to the house, really wanting to see their father. They gasped, remembering a way they could get inside.

“Ran ran!! Follow follow!!” they say, pulling on the endermans pant leg. Ranboo sighed, following the small child to wherever they were gonna bring him. “I'll just stay here!” techno says, laying in the snow.

They, basically waddled, to the back of the house. Ranboo looked around, not really seeing anything. “What did you wanna show me?” they asked. (y/n) looked up at ranboo, pointing to the wall. “Break.” they stood, a bit confused. “You want me to take some of the wall?” the kid nodded, pointing to the wall. “Enderman do the same! Just break.” they nodded, kinda understanding what they were asking. They didnt know if the other two would notice, but they normally break blocks pretty silently anyways.

Ranboo looked at the wall, seeing where the chests would be and where the fireplace was, and broke one of the blocks. They looked in between the chests to see that the others were still arguing and hadn't noticed them. (y/n) pulled on the hybrids pant leg, signaling for them to pick them up to see. Ranboo does so, gesturing for them to be quiet.

Back with the other two, they were having a heated argument. Discussing quackity and his actions, discussing Tommy and his exile, along with bringing up the past such as wilbur and old lmanburg. 

“Well I'm sorry we decided to even form the country! Y'know, we all wanted to find independence!” tubbo says, snapping at tommy.

“It's not that! Its new lmanburg, its lost all meaning!! One of your men, whent and tried to kill techno and I! You said you didn't even send him here!! “

“Why do you keep saying ‘your men’, you know this is also your country right?” 

Tommy glares at Tubbo, stepping away from him. “It hasn't been my country, for a long time. Not sense schlatt took over.'' Tommy looks over, avoiding tubbos' gaze. “Technos gonna destroy the country, and I won't stop him. I know how he is, he's gonna want it gone. Maybe once it is gone, we can start over, not with a country but with a place we could just...live. Together, all of us..'' Tommy says, looking back at tubbo. “You want lmanburg gone? After all we've done!? After what we lost to gain independence!!??'' Tommy nodded. “Lmanburg is more the people than the land. If we’re all together, it'll be the same. The same old lmanburg.”

Tubbo sighs, still angry at the blond before him. “You gave dream the discs for this place, you gave him the one thing we had! Now you wanna get rid of the country we traded it for?” 

“Well, who said we werent gonna get them back?” tommy steps forward again. “You have one of them right?” tubbo nodded, staring at the enderchest in the room. “We already have half of what we need, all we need to do is get the last one. You prepared to lose lmanburg to get them back?” tommy asked. Tubbo contemplated for a second. “No, I'm not. But…"

The two of them talked, no longer upset at the other. They were best friends for years, it's hard to stay mad at each other. Ranboo and (y/n) looked at each other, confused as to how they had just calmed down after such a heated argument. (y/n) ran back over to the front of the house, ranboo running after them. “No no, (y/n) come back please!” (y/n) didn't listen, instead running to the front of the house and trying to open the door. It was left ajar, so it was easy to do so. 

“Dad!!” the young kid said, rushing over towards their father. Tommy looked over to see his kid run over towards him. He smiled as they ran into his legs. He picks them up. "Hey kiddo, whatcha doing back here? Weren't you playing outside playing with ranboo?" They nodded. "Yeah but I was worried!! There was yelling…" Tommy sighs, ruffling the young kids' hair. "I'm okay lil (n/n), everythings alright. Big man Tommy was just talking to tubbo." They looked over to the boy in question, who awkwardly stood there. 

"I think I should get going. Don't wanna make things worse.” (y/n) looked at the goat hybrid and frowned. They pushed their way out of tommys arms, landing on the floor with a huff. Everyone just stared at the young kid as they picked themself up and ran into the goats legs. “Tub don't go! You just got here…” tubbo smiled a bit, leaning down to be eye to eye as (y/n). “I don't think I should stick around. Maybe I'll see you again..” they hugged tubbo, repeating for him not to leave. 

Ranboo picked up the small child, who did not wanna be picked up. “He needs to leave (n/n). Don't worry, you'll see him again.” they huff, nodding. Ranboo chuckled at this. 

Tubbo stood back up looking at tommy once more. “Goodbye tommy. I hope your happy.” with that, tubbo left, leaving ranboo and tommy behind. Tubbo passed by techno as he left, noticing how he was just sitting in front of the door. “Why are you sitting out here?” techno looked up at the male. “Idk mr.government, maybe because i got kicked out of my own home. Again.” tubbo sighed, opting to just ignore the piglin and continue on his way to lmanburg.

Ranboo looked over at Tommy, who seemed to be processing a lot of emotions. Tommy looked over and ranboo and (y/n), smiling a bit before sitting down in one of the few chairs in the room. 

“I really don't like that kid. I don't know why he bothered to come here.” technoblade says, closing the front door that had started to let snow in. He went over to brew some potions, as he needed to go to lmanburg the next day. Ranboo sighed, letting (y/n) out of their arms. They shifted slightly. (y/n) went over to sit with Tommy, who held them tightly. “Um, i think i should leave as well, don't wanna overstay my welcome.” technoblade chuckled a bit. “You don't have to leave, kid. I think you should stay for at least dinner. If you want.” tommy nodded, not really wanting the enderman to leave.

“Oh, well thank you techno, tommy.'' Just then, the door swung open, letting in even more cold air than there already was. They all turned to see philza, who looked like he had just ran here. “What the FUCK happend in lmanburg??” techno looked at Phil a bit confused. “Oh the quackity thing?”

Philza walked in, closing the door. “Yeah but also, why the hell is fundy and quackity dead and WHY IS THE PLACE ON FIRE?? Techno i told you not to do this high level of terrorism yet.” techno looked confused, stopping his potion brewing. “I didn't set the place on fire? I did kill those two tho, they did not fight back. Well, quackity did but he sucks at it.” 

“Wait then who set the place on fire?” phil asked, no longer upset. “Oh i did.” they turned to ranboo, who raised their hand up slightly. “What?” 

“All i did was set the place on fire as a diversion..” 

“Mate the place is basically gone now..” philza said, sitting next to tommy. Ranboo chuckled. “Yeaaahh that wasn't the plan. I just wanted to create a diversion to get out of there..” techno chuckled. “Didn't notice that was you. Good job kid.” techno went back to his brewing, making a bunch of invis potions. “Dadza!” (y/n) said, now noticing the winged man who had sat next to them. They were too focused on tommys scarf. Phil chuckled, picking up the small child. “Hey kiddo. How has things been while i was gone?” tommy chuckled seeing the two of them talk. (y/n) talked about all the things they did in the time he was gone. Ranboo went over to help techno make potions, grabbing things he needed and such. 

It was peaceful like this. Tommy phil and (y/n) all chatted amongst themselves, (y/n) on occasion playing with some random item in the house. When techno and ranboo were done with the potions, they joined the others in their conversation, all of them talking and cracking jokes amongst themselves. It was peaceful, there were no countries or wars, no dream, no trauma, none of that. It was just a couple of friends or family, talking and having fun.

Somewhere down the line, phil and techno whent to make dinner, sense it was awhile sense (y/n) or anyone had eaten any food. The 3 kids decided to play around with some swords tommy and techno had made. (y/n) chased the other two around, playfully trying to hit them whenever they got close. Ranboo dramatically died when (y/n) had stabbed them, while Tommy vowed revenge on the small child. He poked them with the sword, saying he had defeated the evil. (y/n) went into a fit of giggles, saying they could never die cause their immortal, and in turn stabbed tommy. He wanted to stubbornly try to beat them, but he thought it was more fun to go with it. Tommy dramatically dropped his sword and fell to the floor, pretending to be ‘dead’. 

“Stop playing around, foods done.” techno said, entering the main part of the room. (y/n) jumped up, running into the kitchen, excited for food. Ranboo and Tommy got up from their laying positions, wanting to get some food as well.

So they ate, continuing to talk to each other as they did before. Ranboo felt a bit awkward being there, but overtime he felt more comfortable. Tommy talked to phil and techno, occasionally having to tell (y/n) to actually eat their food. 

Once supper was over, phil has suggested that ranboo stays with tommy and (y/n) for the night, since it had already gotten dark out. Techno and ranboo both protested, granted for different reasons, though no one can fight philza. (y/n) was really giddy about this, running around their bedroom, knocking into the prime log a few times. Ranboo climbed down the latter, seeing this. Tommy was making sure they didn't run into the log again, not noticing the enderman.

“(y/n) you know it's time for bed.” Tommy says, grabbing his kid as they try to run away. “No! No sleep!” they tried to wrestle out of tommys arms, it obviously didn't work. “Yes, sleep. Your gonna get too tired to run soon anyways.`` He places them in their bed, trying to make them stay. Ranboo walks over, crouching down to see the kid better, they smiled when they saw the tall enderman. “Ran!!” they said, making the grabby hands at the tall enderman. They smiled, ruffling the kids hair. “(y/n) you need to sleep.” is all ranboo says, making (y/n) frown. “How bout this, i'll give you a cookie tomorrow if you sleep. Deal?” tommy asked. They nodded, laying down on their bed. They both laughed, tommy tucking them in for the night while ranboo stood up, not sure on what to do. 

Tommy got up soon after, looking over at ranboo had just stood there. “You can sleep on my bed big man, I'll either make another one or just sleep on the floor.” Tommy says, going over to his chest in the corner, seeing if he had any left over wool. Ranboo shook their head. “No no, I can sleep on the floor, it's fine. This is your home after all.” tommy looked over at ranboo, glaring at him. “You will listen, bitch.” ranboo sighed. “Fine fine, I'm just saying..” ranboo walked over to the bed, sitting down on it, watching Tommy mess around with some wood and wool. 

When Tommy was done, he put the bed in a random spot in the room. Tommy turned off the only light in the room, signalling that they were going to bed. Ranboo laid down, followed by tommy. They laid like that for a while, not really being able to sleep.

Ranboo looked over, sighing quietly to themself. “I'm sorry about the whole tubbo thing..it wasn't our plan to come here after what happened..” 

“Its fine, it was bound to happen eventually. Thanks for staying with my kid for a bit,you didn't have to…” ranboo nodded. “It was no trouble, they seem to like me.” ranboo says, looking over to see the sleeping child next to them. “Well, still. Thank you ranboo. Your a good man.” 

“So are you tommy..” 

They sleep after that, finally being able to rest for the night.

#mcyt x reader #Tommyinnit x child reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #technoblade x reader #philza minecraft x reader #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #child reader #x reader #dreamsmp x reader

[marvelslut16]

Idiots in love

Pairing: William ‘Bill’ Weasley x reader 

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been in love with Bill ever since she met him their first year at Hogwarts. Will she finally tell Bill how she feels, like Mrs. Weasley hopes she will, or will Fleur and Ginny’s assumptions about (Y/N)’s love life get in the way. 

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: Angst. Dumb asses pining after each other. Fleur, if she counts lmao. Brief mentions of death. 

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months, I wrote it as a self indulgent piece since I can’t date Bill in Hogwarts Mystery and I wasn’t sure if anyone would actually read it. It's cannon divergent. Also, tell me if you want a part 2!

My first fic of the new year! Hopefully I'll be way more consistent and inspired this year. Thank you to everyone reading any of the fics I write, I love you all!

“Molly, he’s happy with her,” you roll your eyes at the older woman who had become like a mother to you over the years. 

You met her at Kings Cross Station the morning of your first year, she helped you cross the barrier, your parents are muggles who are afraid of anything different. You were in Bill’s year, the two of you becoming fast friends on the train ride. Through your years at Hogwarts you two became inseparable, both becoming Head Girl and Head Boy together. You two always studied together, explored the castle together, went to Hogsmeade together, you did everything together. Well, except one thing, you didn’t fall in love together; you fell for him, and he fell for that foul, loathsome Emily Tyler and now Fleur Delacour.

You spent almost every Christmas Holiday under the burrow’s roof, along with most of your summers. The burrow was your real home, and the Weasley’s were your family. After you and Bill had graduated Molly and Arthur insisted you use their first names, both convinced you and Bill would finally get together. But that didn’t happen, you both went separate ways, barely even owling over the years. He went on to be this fantastic cursebreaker for Gringotts, getting sent all the way to Egypt. And you, you became the astronomy professor at Hogwarts, you thrived in the subject and Professor Sinistra transferred to Uagadou.

“But you’re perfect for him,” Molly nags. You loved the women with your whole heart, but she really needed to learn when to drop matters of the heart. Especially when the topic of discussion was set to arrive soon. 

“Not everything works out how we want it to,” you sigh as you hand her a clean dish to dry, you had wanted to clean the dishes the muggle way. “Especially when it involves one's heart.”

The two of you are waiting for everyone to arrive, Arthur is picking the kids up from the train now that it’s summer holiday. You had apparated to the burrow after the students boarded the train, now officially a part of the Order. Dumbledore and Sirius are dead, but that just means that everyone needs to fight harder. 

“I just want you to be happy,” Molly’s eyes are soft and sad as she looks at you. 

“I am,” you smile through the lie. There’s a pop from the living room, assuming it’s just Charlie you continue. “I don’t need a man Molly, my students make me happy.”

“Mum,” the unmistakable voice of William Weasley calls as he walks towards the kitchen. “I have great news, Fleur and I are engaged! We want to get married this summer!”

You accidentally drop the plate you're washing back into the soapy water, causing some to splash your shirt. For a split second you see Molly’s face fall before she puts on a bright fake smile as she turns to her eldest. You refuse to turn and see him, you thought you had enough time to prepare yourself to see him again, but you didn’t. He refused to see you after he got hurt during the battle of the astronomy tower when he was in the hospital wing and ignored you in the few weeks following.  

“Oh, wow,” Molly tries to come up with a response that won’t upset him. “This quickly?”

“I can’t take the chance, not now,” his mood is hard to read from his voice. He almost seems too defensive when he responds. “Not with everything happening.”

Your heart stops its thumping for a second, you didn’t realize it would hurt this much to see him happy. You want more than anything for him to be happy, but you also know that his mother and sister will never approve of Fleur. And he’ll never be fully happy because of that. But maybe you're wrong, maybe you don’t really know him. Maybe you never did. 

“I can’t believe I signed up for bloody astronomy again,” you can hear Ron complain through the open window before Molly can respond.

“You know you love me,” you holler out the window as Ron and Ginny get closer to the house. They’re the only two at Hogwarts now, they’re growing up so fast. 

“Yeah, yeah professor,” he mutters as he walks through the door before grinning widely at you. 

Even though you had seen Ginny hours ago, the younger girl runs up to you and throws her arms around you. You laugh as she pulls back and makes a face as some of the soap suds transferred to her shirt. 

“You just saw (Y/N),” Ron rolls his eyes at Ginny’s actions.

“Yeah but that’s different,” Ginny defends. “At Hogwarts I can’t talk to her about boys, or eat dinner with her, or ask for Quidditch tips.”

“I’m always up for talking about boys,” you grin down at the red headed girl. You laugh and apologize to Molly as Ginny pulls you from the kitchen and up to her room. 

You don’t glance at Bill, you can’t. You’re too scared that all of the feeling you have bottled up will resurface with just one glance. You miss the way his eyes soften at your interaction with his sister, and how they trail after you as you get pulled past him. You sit with Ginny as she fawns over Harry for close to an hour, interjecting occasionally when she asks for your opinion. This is what you always imagined having a younger sister would feel like. 

“What about you?” she asks with a teasing tone in her voice. 

“What about me?” you laugh lightly as your eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

“You and professor Snape,” she’s smirking. 

“Severus?” you laugh before your face pulls into a disgusted look only Ginny can see. “We’re coworkers. Dare I say friends. And he’s a part of the Order, we have to at least tolerate each other.”

“Mhm,” she sounds unconvinced. “He smiled at you the other day! In the Great Hall, where people could see! He never smiles!”

“Ginny, we’re friends,” you try to get through to the stubborn teen. “Plus he’s known me since I was eleven, that would be gross.”

Before Ginny can respond there’s a knock on the open door, you turn around and see Bill for this first time in years. His red hair still falls to his shoulders, and he still has that fang hanging from his ear. There are scars down his cheek now, those and the fang make him look bad ass. Your heart stutters as your eyes meet his, the heartache that disappeared when you were gossiping with Ginny resurfaces with just one look.

“Dinners ready,” he says before turning and walking back down the stairs. 

Dinner is loads of fun, the two eldest Weasley’s joining the group since there’s a small Order meeting afterwards. Dinner is full of Charlie joking with you, something you're happy about since Ginny wouldn’t be able to bring up Severus again. You ignore the giggles and the French accent that poke holes in your heart as Bill only pays attention to Fleur, who showed up at the Burrow when you were upstairs. 

After dinner you agree to show Ron and Ginny some Quidditch moves you had picked up over the years, borrowing an old broom left behind by one of the other boys. Remus and Tonks appear in the front yard, signaling that the meeting would start momentarily. Ron thanks you as he continues to practice the moves as you fly to the ground. Ginny follows you, wanting to get a drink from the kitchen before it's closed off to the youngest two. 

“Are you going to take his last name, or is he going to take yours?” she teases. 

“Ginny, not now,” you sigh, not sure how to get it through her head that you have no feeling for the potions master without revealing that you’re in love with her oldest brother. You aren’t sure who’s worse, her or Molly. 

“Alright, whatever you say Mrs. Snape,” Ginny wiggles her brows in your direction as you head for the kitchen. 

“Mrs. Snape?” Severus’s monotonous voice comes from behind you two. Ginny’s eyes widen before she takes off running, and a strangled sound leaves your lips.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley, that’s a month of detention next year!” you yell after her. You take a breath before turning to stare into Snape’s obsidian eyes. “Ginny saw you laugh at my stupid joke in the Great Hall a few weaks ago and now she’s convinced you have feelings for me.” Severus raises his eyebrows at you before looking in the direction Ginny ran off in. “She’s just a kid Sev, don’t hold her delusions against her.”

“Weasley’s,” he mutters before heading to the kitchen himself. Dumbledore had told a select few in the Order the plans for Severus to kill him so Draco didn’t have to, and since the Headmaster was already dying nobody was as mad as expected. “Don’t you have feelings for the oldest one?”

“Be quiet!” you hiss, as look to make sure no one heard. He smirks before walking into the room where the meeting is to be held, leaving you standing confused in the hallway.

The meeting is small tonight; Remus, Tonks, Charlie, Molly, Arthur, Sev, yourself, Bill, and Fleur. The rest had prior engagements unfortunately, so it was essentially just family and Severus. 

Molly uses her magic to pour you a glass of tea as you sit beside Sev, the only open seat. You smile a quick thanks before lifting the cup to your lips. The warm liquid soothing your tired throat, students liked to talk over you during the last week of school so your throat was a little raw. 

“Do you want a cookie with that, love?” Snape’s monotonous voice is slightly louder than it normally is. The term of endearment comes as such a shock that you spit out the tea that's in your mouth, landing across the table on Fleur. 

There was no denying that Severus’s question was directed at you, he’s holding the plate full of Molly’s cookies right next to your face. The room goes deathly silent as the seconds pass by. Ginny, who was getting herself some pumpkin juice, drops the glass she was holding, it shatters when it hits the ground. Molly, Arthur, and Charlie abruptly stop their conversation to stare at you and Sev in shock. Remus furrows his eyebrows as he looks between you two, Tonks looks like she's holding back a laugh. A flash of pain seems to cross Bill’s face before it goes blank, and horror crosses Fleur’s when your tea lands on her. 

“I’m so sorry!” you cover your mouth, thankful the liquid wasn’t warm enough to burn. Bill doesn’t even turn to look at his fiancee, just stares at you. 

“Are you alright?” Snape has a small smile only you can see. You aren’t sure how to respond, especially as you stare at the amusement dancing in his onyx eyes. 

“I knew it!” Ginny yells, finally breaking the few seconds of silence, seconds that felt like years. You flick Sev’s leg under the table, and he has the audacity to grin larger.

“Thanks honey,” your eyes narrow slightly as you grab a cookie off the plate, passing it to Bill without looking away from the man in all black. 

The rest of the meeting is awkward, and as soon as it’s over you pull Sev out of his chair and outside. The cool night air cools your burning cheeks and he lets out a laugh that he had been holding in.

“What was that?” you pull at the ends of your hair. 

“We made your precious Weasley jealous,” even though he’s smirking, there’s no change in his inflection. 

“And now they all think we’re together!” your voice is high pitched and squeaky. 

“Good luck with that,” he disapparates before you can respond.

“I hate you!” you yell at the spot where Severus was just standing.

“You and Snape, huh?” Charlie’s voice cuts through the silent night. 

“Not bloody likely,” you roll your eyes, before plopping onto the ground. Charlie joins you as you lay and stare up at the stars. “He heard Ginny saying she thought he liked me, and he knows who I like, so he decided to run with it. He’s actually fun when you break through his cold exterior.”

“You still love Bill,” it isn’t a question. No matter how many times you denied it while you three went to school together, Charlie never believed you. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to look at him. He’s already facing you so you continue, “your mum kept going on about how I should be the one with him this afternoon. She won’t drop it.”

“I love my brother,” Charlie makes sure you keep eye contact with him as he continues. “But he’s being stupid. I agree with mum, you should be the one marrying him.”

“He’s happy without me,” your voice comes out sadder than you thought it would, guard finally down. “We’ve barely talked in years, and he wouldn’t even let me see him after the attack. He doesn’t need me, nor does he want me in his life anymore.”

Charlie just sighs, annoyed that neither you nor Bill could see the truth starring you both in the face. You love each other. Charlie just lies next to you in comforting silence, staring at the night sky until he has to head back to Romania and you off to bed. 

A single tear slips down your cheek as you lay down in the bed that once belonged to Charlie. Ginny enters the room without knocking, and you quickly wipe away the tear. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!” she practically screams. 

“There’s nothing to tell, he was messing with you, Gin,” you look her directly in the eyes so she knows you aren’t lying. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” she sits beside you on the mattress. 

“I’m in love with Bill,” you whisper, finally saying the words out loud. Sure you had agreed with Charlie earlier, but you had never said the five words out loud before. It feels like a weight is lifted off your chest, until a new wave of heartache hits you. “I have been since we were in school, and it hurts Ginny. Fleur, she’s perfect, I couldn’t possibly compete with her.”

“You’re so much better than her, (Y/N),” Ginny grabs your hand, causing you to look up at her. “And he’s a fool if he doesn’t see that.”

“Thanks Gin,” you smile sadly, squeezing her hand before she heads off to her room. 

--

“Zank you,” Fleur’s French accent is the first thing you hear in the morning. Ginny comes up behind you as you stand in the hallway, and puts her hand on your shoulder. Today is the day you forget about all of this foolish childish love you have for Bill. 

Molly watches you closely as you sit down at the breakfast table, Ginny plopping down beside you. As you talk to the young girl about Quidditch over breakfast, a black owl flies through an open window. You roll your eyes as it plops a letter beside you, you give the owl some of your toast before it flies out of the window again. Ginny looks over your shoulder as you open the letter, the rest of the Weasley’s not-so-secretly watch you read it. 

The letter isn’t anything special, just Severus letting you know that you had left a book at Hogwarts. You know full well he’s being his dramatic self, going out of his way to send an owl, just so he can say he was right. He even added a p.s, asking if Bill had gotten jealous yet. You laugh at the ridiculous question, causing Bill to excuse himself and walk outside. Fleur doesn’t move from her seat, causing you and Ginny to make a face at each other.

A few moments pass before you decide to follow your old best friend against your better judgment, but someone should check on him. He’s in the backyard pacing like a madman, running his hands through his long hair and pulling on the tips. 

“Bill?” you ask softly. He whips around and looks at you, once again his face is hard to read. Your eyes, however, soften as soon as they see what Fenrier Greyback did to him. “What’s wrong?”

“You and Snape?” his voice is hard and cold. “He hated us growing up, and you just pretended that never happened and you're with him? He hated you!”

“It’s none of your business William!” your voice is high pitched, you’re angry. He doesn’t talk to you in ages and now all of a sudden he thinks it’s okay to judge your relationships. “We were annoying kids back then, of course he hated us.”

“You could do better than him!” his anger seems to rise at the use of his full first name. 

“We’re just friends!” your voice is shrill, and you're sure everyone inside can hear you two clearly. “Not that it’s any of your business anyway! Severus was letting me know I forgot some of my belongings at Hogwarts. You have no right to judge who I choose to spend my time with and who I befriend, not when you haven’t tried to talk to me in years Bill!”

With that you turn and head away from the burrow, not wanting to face anyone right now. Especially any of the Weasley's, and most of all, Molly. Bill calls your name as you walk away from him, but you don’t turn around. You can’t. William Weasley has broken your heart multiple times since you met him, and you aren’t about to give him the satisfaction of watching himself break your heart all over again.

Part 2

Permanent tags: @crimson-knuckled-queen​ @rexorangecouny @mrs-malfoy-always​

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[sofijaeger]

hey, it's my first time doing any request so i'm little embarrassed but i'm excited too!! i love your writing so much<33 i had this in my mind for a while

Eren's s/o kissing his palms/hands or the spots where he usually bites his hand when he's about to transform

it can be anything(like drabble/headcanons etc. i hope you get me😭) once again I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM!!

that is so frickin adorable STOP I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BRAIN🥺 you can always request things to me, i’m not sure how soon i’ll get onto them but i will try my best and i love hearing from you!

okay i’m actually really proud of this one haha! the drabble will take place during the reclaim of shiganshina arc if that’s alright, and psa i scared myself writing a certain line because i had no clue how i was going to proceed after implying a major death LMAO. i think you’ll know what line i’m taking about but don’t worry nothing happens lol.

warnings: angst... IM SORRY🥲

words: 1.1k

kissing vow ~ eren x reader

Dawn quickly rose over the well-known territory. The part of land that was whispered upon for years ever since its fall, and a place strangely familiar to all your ears and hearts even if you hadn’t traveled there yourself. After the trip into the midnight wilderness you had arrived for a mission far greater than any other, and it was clear there were no visible signs of doubt from anyone.

Except for of course, the young boy with more pressure on his chest than anyone, one you cared for very dearly who’d call almost every shot with his actions. He was frightened beyond compare, so as the last few squads stood atop Wall Maria, urgently waiting for any signal, Eren was practically pissing himself right then and there. He had returned, devised a plan with all the leading commanders in just a few days, and was now preparing to risk his life for his homeland and people. There was no moment of rest for him or any of you. Besides the constant worry of succeeding the mission this very well may be the last time any of you see each other again.

You shout out his last name, once, twice, as he was too far in his own head to hear your first call and jog to him, gripping your delicate fingers over his shoulders. In the years you’ve spent together as scouts those small releases of tension-touching had become a clear sign you wanted each other’s attention, and you both caught onto the gesture quite quickly. Eren softened his eyes in your presence to notion just how focused he was on you. His subconscious would always allow his gaze to wander to you and what you had to say, he felt calmer that way.

“I already see you getting all inside your head, I thought talking about this on the journey here would be enough for you?” you whisper, leaning your head a little closer in attempt to understand what possibly was rumbling through his mind now.

“What if we lose”

“What?”

“I can’t bear to see us all lose! If we waited a little longer, a few more days, maybe we could have advised a plan that wouldn’t risk half the corps’ lives!” He tangled his hand in his hair, gripping the shaggy strands already coming loose from the stress he overdrove himself into. Your hands soften against the thick cloth of his cape, frowning at the few tears pricking his eyelids.

“Er, you’re more than welcome to cry to me later, just not now.” you chuckle.

“How are you so sure there’ll be a later y/n.”

You mouth opens before you can process your words, watching his cheek crane over to rest on the back of your hand that still lay against his collar. Here was humanity’s savior more worried than everyone minutes before call, but that you were perfectly fine with. This side to him was all the more proof that he was human, no matter what people labeled his being as.

“How am I sure? Bold of you to question my predictions Jaeger.” you exaggerate, placing your hands on your hips in a sneer. “I’m certain i’ll come back alive, and why? Because your protecting me with ever passionate fiber in your body, just as you will everyone else. You’re fighting for our justice against these monsters, the ones with no mind or cause. You have a cause to fight Eren and you have a heart too, a damn big one if I do say so myself. It’s the reason we support you with in the entireties of our own.”

With that, you intertwine your fingers around his right thumb, softly calloused to the touch he notes time and time again, and place it in front of your mouth to kiss. His body tenses at the feeling, but his eyes widen when he realizes where exactly you’ve placed it, your trust in him, where you’ve unknowingly hinted your years of growing affection for the boy in the heap of a split second.

Over the bitten scars littered down his radial.

He looks at you in confirmation of what he thinks it meant, and smiles into those fierce doe eyes of yours. A genuine emotion he hasn’t felt in months through grieving and loss, but could so easily melt into again with you.

So yes, he held a dangerous power, but it was all his. Something his true self was a part of that no one should ever neglect, and he found all the support he needed within the soldier right before him.

“Knock em dead Ren, do your best for everyone who’s lived and who will continue to. None of us would be standing here without you, so your presence alone is precious to us...

...We all believe in you, I believe in you.”

You guide his palm to your cheek, nuzzling into its claminess. As he engraves the plush feeling of his fingertips to your skin, a green smoke signal is fired.

And even when Eren was positive not everyone could be saved, he was reminded the ones following the biggest goals in the end would persevere and care for each other just as you had for him. He was confident you’d all succeed that way.

Like Armin now does over Commander Erwin,

Or little Gabi rather than Sasha, no matter what unjust brainwashing she believes.

But him or you, who would risk their own life caring for whom they loved most?

That was one thing he never wanted to find out.

Now he slouches in a rotten, stoned cell, contemplating what could’ve changed if only he had tried a little harder, or had this all been fate from the start?

His hand resting in his lap catches his glance, peering down at the bite marks still evident across his thumb. Surely if the marks he made as a teen persisted your kiss would too.

He slowly brings his hand up, cautious of any guards mistaking the move for another transformation, and presses his lips against the same spot you had. He closes his eyes at the warmth, sensing it was still emitting from your own lingering touch years ago. Unfortunately there had been no more little kisses, subtle clues of affection from either of you ever since. He liked those hints he really did, but now he was sure you stood a few floors above him, devising a plan to put an end to his scheme rather than caring over his emotions.

Weren’t you the one who told him to keep going though?

Perhaps if he had told you his motives beforehand rather than keeping them inside. How he appreciated every act of tenderness you gave him, more than anything he’s experienced before, how all this time he’s fought on this battlefield people called the world, for you and everyone else. Maybe then you’d stay out of his way and let him succeed, but his actions had no time for feelings or explanations. The freedom he desperately searched for in the future held no care for the past.

Yet he could never lie to himself and think you didn’t love him still, even after all this time. And Eren couldn’t deny anything about his own feelings for you, it’s what kept him going.

#JUST BUSTED THIS SHIT OUT MAN FEELING PROUD #sofi drabs #eren x reader #sofi time #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #anime #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren aot #snk eren #eren x you #fanfic #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #eren jaeger x you

[monkeydlesbian]

this is so random but,,, babysitting fukunaga’s little sister and he just looks at the two of u with the biggest heart eyes,,,that’s all i want tbh

babysitting

fukunaga shouhei x fem!reader

wc: ROUGHLY 1.6k ???

a/n: BRAINROT!!!!! this is literal brainrot i’m in so much pain i don’t know whether to bite u (affectionately) or kiss u for this. all payne no liam. also i didn’t mean for this to turn into a whole ass fic?? holy fuck i whipped this up in one night LMAO fukunaga brain just took over

warnings: maybe two (2) swear words, the beheading of dolls (just read. it will make sense), reader and fukunaga makeout, NOT PROOFREAD

You’re not exactly sure what you thought you were getting into when you had agreed to babysit Fukunaga’s little sister with him.

Sure, children are a little fucked up. But that’s why they’re so entertaining, right?

Fukunaga’s little sister is about five years old, and the embodiment of the “weird little girl” stereotype, you’ve come to find out. One minute she’s coloring (inside of the lines; really weird) in her jungle themed coloring book, and then the next she’s asking you if you’d like to watch her take the heads off of her dollies.

At first, you chuckled nervously at her and scratched the back of your neck, spitting out a meek: Yeah... haha... sure...

But then the smile she gives you is bright and toothy (or lack thereof; she had lost one of her front ones last week), grabbing your hand and dragging you towards her room. Your previous apprehension leaves you the moment you remember that you were just like her when you were younger.

No pink and sparkly nail polish, no princess playhouse, just you and the dead mouse you found outside that you had brought into the house. You remember your parents not letting you go outside for a week after that.

“Look, they come off so easy!” She squeals, excited, as she turns to you with the body of a doll in one hand and the head of it in the other. You stare at her for a couple seconds before you’re laughing, loud and genuine with your shoulders shaking and head thrown back.

You’re still laughing when you scoot closer to her on the floor, “Can I try?”

She looks at you with wide eyes and an excited smile, “You wanna rip their heads off with me?”

“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind,” you say politely, a little whimsical and formal, a tone that makes her giggle.

You can almost see her vibrating from where she’s sat on the floor before she jumps up, head and arms buried in the bin with all of her toys before she comes back up, another doll in her hand with an almost manic smile on her face.

She stumbles over to you and sets the doll in your hands. It’s a pretty one, with long brown hair and bright blue eyes. Too bad they won’t be attached to its body anymore.

She squeals and giggles again as you yank it’s head off, a loud popping sound following.

“Wasn’t that fun?!” She asks you, sitting down beside you and leaning her head on your arm.

“Oh yeah!” You confirm, reaching your hand around to pat her hair, giving her a playful scratch on the scalp. “Can the heads go back on, though?”

At that, she sighs, a pitiful sound that makes your heart clench. “No... but Mommy always buys me more! She does get mad at Shouhei when he rips them off with me, though.”

You laugh at the mention of her older brother, your classmate, your friend, the guy you really really like.

“That Shouhei would help you with something like that, wouldn’t he?” You ask, not really searching for an answer. It’s not really a question, honestly. More like a musing, a dreamy sigh that escapes your lips.

“Are you Shouhei’s girlfriend?” She asks suddenly, curious, turning to face you as she places her head in your lap.

You gasp at the question before your cheeks and neck start to heat up, like you stuck your upper body in a furnace.

“N-No!” You say, stuttering at the bluntness of her question.

“Oh,” She says; Disappointment laces her tone. “Well, you should be! He really likes you.”

“H- He what?”

“Yep!” She says, her response really not making any sense, but it makes sense to her. She’s smiling like she knows a secret, one that you happen to not know about.

“I— Well— Okay...” You trail off as you think about the boy in question, probably on the couch reading a book or flipping through the channels of the television to pass the time.

Next thing you know, Fukunaga’s mother is home from work to pick up her daughter and take her to her Jujutsu lessons.

She walks into the foyer and takes her heels off, putting on her slippers, and then she’s smiling. Smiling at the sight of Fukunaga’s very pretty friend fixing the belt of her daughters traditional Gi in the living room. Fukunaga sits on the couch, watching them with a little grin. His mother remembers how fond he is of you.

“Hey, bug! You ready to go?” She asks, her smile growing wider at the sunshiny smile her daughter sends her when you finish with her belt.

“Yep!” She beams, before grunting and planting her feet in a fighting stance in front of you, never faltering as you do the same.

“That was amazing!” She exclaims as she relaxes her body, throwing her arms up in the air as she grins at you.

“Why, thank you! I had a wonderful teacher,” You compliment her, grinning as color starts to bloom on her cheeks. Your grin turns into a watery smile the moment she attaches herself to your side, slinging her arms around your waist and burying her head into your hip.

“‘M g’nna miss you, Miss Y/N,” She mumbles against the fabric of your sweatshirt, squeezing you tight in her little arms.

Fukunaga and his mother nearly melt at the sight in front of them. Fukunaga wears a fond smile, one that makes it look like he’s almost daydreaming.

Except he’s not. It’s real this time.

You chuckle at her before you’re squatting down at her level, her arms dropping to her sides as you hold her face in your hands.

“You’ll see me again, silly,” You tease her, grinning as she scrunches her nose up at you. “I’m gonna be annoying your big brother for the rest of my life, so I’ll be here for a while.”

She giggles at that, “Good! He deserves it. He’s a boy, and boys are smelly.”

“That they are,” You and Fukunaga’s mother say simultaneously. Your eyes grow wide once you meet her own, then laughter rings inside of the living room from the two of you.

You stand up now and accept the hug she gives you when she walks across the room.

“Thanks for helping Shouhei today,” She says with a sigh as you pull away, smiling at the sheepish smile of your own.

“It was my pleasure,” You say as you watch Fukunaga’s sister walk over to her mom and cling to her leg. “We had so much fun!”

“I wouldn’t consider ripping the heads off of dolls to be fun, but I’m sure she really appreciates it. I do too.”

Your cheeks heat up at the praise from your crush’s mother as you fiddle with your fingers nervously. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see Fukunaga suddenly standing up from his place on the couch and walking over to stand beside you, placing his elbow on your shoulder to lean his weight onto you.

The little girl at her moms side seems to get a little anxious standing there, if the tugging of her blazer was anything to go by.

You say your goodbyes to Fukunaga’s sister and his mom, the two of you waving as they walk out the door together.

The door closes shut and now it’s just you and Fukunaga in the house. Silence fills the living room.

Suddenly, he’s grabbing your hand, leading you towards the couch.

Your eyes grow wide when he sits down and next thing you know, you’re being yanked to sit on his lap.

“F-Fukunaga!” You yelp, heat filling your cheeks at the intimate position he put the two of you in.

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out,” He says, joking and innocent-sounding like he didn’t just place his large hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs above the soft fabric of your sweatshirt.

“You— I— Wha—?” You seem to short circuit at the way he’s looking up at you, smile fond and eyes soft, like you’ve hung the goddamn moon.

“You’re good with her,” He muses, his hands shifting from your hips and over your skirt to rest on the bit of your thighs that’s exposed. “Not many people are.”

“Well— She’s uh— She was like me as a kid,” You nearly choke on your own words when you feel Fukunaga’s hand squeeze the curve of your knee, hooking his hand under it.

“You ripped the heads off of your dolls too?” He asks, an amused smirk gracing his lips.

You laugh, “No, but I did bring a dead mouse into the house one time. I wasn’t allowed outside for a week.”

This time it’s Fukunaga who laughs, eyes scrunched shut and head thrown back against the couch as his shoulders shake under your hands. You would’ve melted at the sight had you not been laughing too.

“Why haven’t I kissed you yet?” Fukunaga asks suddenly as your laughter dies down. He asks it like the question is dumb, like the answer is stupid.

“Why’re you asking me?” You shoot back with another question, trying your best to keep your composure at the feeling of his hands sliding up and down your thighs, barely slipping underneath your skirt for one quick moment.

He doesn’t respond.

Well, technically he does, if you could classify your eyes fluttering closed, his lips on yours, and a hand cradling the back of your head as a response.

His lips move languidly with yours. He’s warm, and you find yourself sliding further into his lap to push yourself closer to him.

A warm, large hand squeezes one of your thighs from under your skirt and you squeak, jumping in his hold. You feel his lips form a smile against yours and you fight the urge to pull away and smack him.

It’s actually Fukunaga who pulls away, but he doesn’t stay away for long, instead dipping his head down to leave kisses across your neck. They’re as light as a feather, barely there but you let out a soft moan nonetheless.

“Want you around here more,” He whispers against your skin. “She likes you, Mom likes you, I like you...”

“And your dad? The fish?” You joke, squeezing his shoulders when you feel his teeth nip at your neck.

“Why’re you asking how my dad and fish feel about you while I kiss you?” He laughs against your neck, his voice louder this time.

“‘Dunno,” You shrug with a sigh. Another moan leaves your lips when he sucks harshly at the column of your throat. “‘S important for me to know.”

He laughs again, “You’re so— Wow.”

“You think?” You giggle, a teasing lilt to your tone. You yelp when you feel a pinch on your inner thigh, pushing his hand out from under your skirt in retaliation.

“Shut up,” He says, no venom to his words. There never will be.

His lips move back up to your own, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“I’m supposed to be the funny one here,” He sighs these words against your lips, instantly attaching himself back to you once he’s finished.

“Didn’t say that had to change.”

“Shhh,” He shushes you, his tongue dancing with your own once again. “Just let me kiss you.”

#fyfa answers #anon #sorry for the ambiguous ending ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i just got tired hehe #i hope u enjoy this i know u didn’t ask for it but i hope u like it anyways 😍 #this was queued teehee #fukunaga x reader #fukunaga imagine #fukunaga shouhei x reader #shouhei fukunaga #fukunaga shouhei #shouhei fukunaga x reader #fukunaga fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #nekoma x reader #kuroo x reader #yaku x reader

[soothinglee]

PROTECTION AND LOVE

'Omg I love your ideas, imagine this: Fundy is born and reader is like “protect at all cost” and even when he grows up reader is like “don’t worry Auntie Reader is here to protect the fluffy boy” and also helps him and ghostbur to be more united @coolleviauchihadreamerlove

Warnings?: mention of death, feeling scared, slight angst.

before Fundy was born you would be the type of person who would cause all mayhem with Tommy every second of the hour.

Only being 2 years older than him you guys had a close bond with each other.

You guys would burn down buildings, Blow up bits of land with TNT you stole from sapnap and took food from the community house (even though its a COMMUNITY house meaning its for everyone Tommy still thought it would be funny to steal smh)

To sum it up y'all no cares in the world and were very risky and chaotic.

But when wilbur told you that sally was pregnant you had a sudden urge to protect this baby with your life.

throughout the pregnancy you would follow sally EVERYWHERE to make sure she didn't hurt herself or the baby (even though she was fully capable).

Making sure she was feed the right foods and nothing harming.

One day out of nowhere she said screaming in pain and holding her stomach.

*Cue panic scream from you and wilbur running up and down the house to get her comfort stuff*

After a long and hard 24 hour labor baby Fundy was born!

But unforunatley durning the birth sally had passed out and when you tried to wake her she didn't.

Philza pronounced sally dead after 30 minutes when he couldnt find a pulse.

Thats why the birth took so long because not even 3 hours in she flatlined.

Wilbur couldnt bring himself to get fundy so you had to do it yourself.

But thankfully Fundy came out a healthy girl.

Screaming and crying like a mad man but that only meant that no mucus crap was lodge in the throat.

As Fundy grew up you acted like a mother towards him even though you were his auntie

Don’t worry, your not replacing Sally you just didn't want him to grow up without a mother figure in his life so you took the role after Wilbur asked you too.

He knew it was for the best.

When Fundy was about 10 you started noticing things about him when he looked in the mirror.

He would pick at the dresses he wore or would run his fingers in his medium, length hair in disgust.

You knew something was up.

So instead of assuming you went to talk to her(him) about it.

"Fundy hun? Are you okay?" you ask in concern walking toward the short orange headed fox.

It seems that you caught him by surprise because he jumped high and dropped his tail in-between his legs "ah jeez! Auntie Y/N dont do that! You scared me!"

Laughing you walk closer and join him in the mirror "Whats wrong? You haven't been yourself lately."

Muttering he says "Thats ‘cause im not myself" grabbing at his hair.

and that's how you found out fundy was trans!

And of course you helped him

You spent hours making him new clothes and burning his old one (per his request) and when the time came where he wanted to cut his hair you took sisscors and went CHOP! cut all the bih off.

You could just TELL that he was so much happier with himself.

But he also had some concerns

Like if people were gonna get mad that he's trans (of course you had to tell him differently because y'know everyones' excepting)

But even though you told him it was okay he was still scared.

which prompted you to tell him "If anyone messes with you I will literally beat the crap out of them and make them see stars >:0"....

okay maybe you didn't say that. More on the lines of "Don't worry, I got you, no one will hurt you.” have to keep it p.g friendly or wilbur would beat you with the guitar LMAO.

After Fundy came out your original "Protect him at all cost." Double tremendously. He was always by your side at all times.

He didn't hate it. If fundy could he would spend everyday will you. You made him feel happy. You made him feel safe. You made him feel like him.

and he loved that.

Everything was going amazing until Wilbur died after he blew up L'manberg.

Fundy was devastated.

Not only did he lose his mom durning child birth but he also lost his father.

Well, he lost his father a long time ago after he joined/made Pogtopia but.. he actually lost him. Before was mentally but now indefinitely.

Fundy didn't live with you anymore now that hes older and of legal age but you still check up on him every now and then to make sure hes okay. You also have Tommy, Techno and Tubbo hang out with him (kinda have to force Tommy too) so he won't be alone when your away.

And then Ghostbur came.

and fundy got so much happier.

But this was a different wilbur.

He was nicer, caring, innocent

before he died Fundy and Wilbur didn't have a very good relationship leading up to the months of his death but now that Ghostbur is here Fundy wants to try and make a connection with him.

Fundy came to you with this idea.

and of course you agreed. You'd do anything to make your nephew happy again.

Thats where talking to Ghostbur (surprisingly he remember you) and having him and fundy go on a berry picking 'date' so they could bond!

Ghostbur had memories of what alive bur and the horrible impact he had so he also took it upon himself to create a better bond with his former kid!

and you couldn't be happier :]

(Also had to mention that if Tommy ever called fundy a furry you’d actually threw hands. Never messed with him again. Or atleast in front of your face)

#fundy x reader #dreamsmp x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur x sally #philza #tommyinnit #tubbo #transition #angst fanfiction #fanfic #cotton #cotton candy #arsonist

[cosmiclatte28]

Walk You Home (Jeno x reader) angst

A/n : hey. Yeah sorry for the long disappearance. Here is a story that even happened in my dream.

For you @yutahoes for the request on June lmao took me a month, but I hope this is okay

Pairing : Jeno x you + Jaemin

wc : 2415!!

Trigger warning : dead character, supernatural incidents, the ghost is lurking, language

i hope this is good enough

@yutahoes @neopalette @supermwritersnet @multifandomnet

He still remembers the accident in the back of his mind. It haunts Jeno every night how he sees his best friend laying on the emergency bed with a bleeding head and a pair of eyes that lose focus as the paramedics run through the corridors. Jeno still remembers running with them, pushing the dying man with a pretty smile to the operation room. Jeno can still feel Jaemin’s almost gone breath as he tried to send his last will to Jeno. Jeno never forgets the last will Jaemin said before the angelic guy closes his eyes forever.

They were only 21, enjoying their life to the best. Nights spent partying at clubs and fraternities, lunch spent with cute girls and the basketball teams, afternoon spent together as they always did since they were young. Jeno and Jaemin, the duo you always wish to be, an inseparable best friend, the two handsome princes. Everything seems perfect, until the night Jaemin got hit by a drunk driver and Jeno had to watch his one and only best friend let his hand go.

“Jeno?” a soft voice disturbs his daydream and the boy quickly shakes his head.

“Yes love?” He puts on his eye smile when he sees you, his girlfriend for ten months sitting beside him in the library.

“What were you thinking?” you whisper while looking at him to find answers. He is so hard to read and you’re still trying to be able to read him.

Jeno only picks your hand on the table and plants a quick light kiss “Nothing, just what flower to bring tomorrow.”

You sympathetically rub his back and squeeze his hand “Jaemin loves cherry blossoms of course we will bring that.”

Jeno just nods “Won’t he be bored?”

You rub his hair “He loves cherry blossoms, he won’t be bored of it.” you say and turn to face your book to start reading.

Jeno just keeps staring at his hand that you just held, there’s a silver band encircling his finger and when he glances at you, he sees the same ring but in a smaller size on your hand.

It’s Jaemin’s second death commemoration, Jeno misses him dearly but every night Jeno is haunted by the same nightmare.

He plays with the ring in his finger and chooses to distract himself with his phone once his corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of his best friend. Cross out the ghost of Jaemin.

It’s been two years and Jeno can still occasionally “see” Jaemin. No one sees him, his friends just say that Jeno grew up too attached and that he misses Jaemin that’s why his mind kept on seeing things. But Jeno is sure, the Jaemin he sees is the real spirit of Jaemin. He’s always seen looking over you and Jeno and his smile is still as pretty as it can be.

-----

Jeno enters his apartment, after Jaemin is gone, he chose to move into a studio so he won’t keep getting reminded of the past. But as the young boy closes his door and strips himself to take a shower, his reflection in the mirror made him stop. There he can see Jaemin sitting on the top of his book shelf, but when he looks back he’s not there.

On the mirror, he can see his friend still happily swinging his feet.

“What do you want Jaem?” he snickers at himself for talking to a spirit in his room.

Jeno of course knows there won’t be any answers, but he knows the look in Jaemin’s eyes and he knows his friend wants to say something.

“I will come to your grave tomorrow. I didn’t forget.” he crosses his arms over his chest.

Jaemin smiles but shakes his head

“You keep on showing up Jaem and it’s tiring for me. It’s painful to see you but you’re not here with me.” his frustration that he keeps in his heart starts to boil.

Jaemin remains calm and Jeno laughs at his own reflection “Look at me. I am out of my mind, talking to a mirror. Well, I’ll shower and please if you want to say something show it or say it. I’ll shower. DON’T FOLLOW ME.” he still playfully jokes around about this and Jeno takes off his accessories and then closes his bathroom door.

Jaemin jumps down the shelves and walks around the room, well he is still here despite two years of leaving this world because he had one thing left to do.

Jaemin reaches out for the picture frame of Jeno and him how Jeno’s smile was so genuine back then but now it looks fake and forced.

He doesn’t want his best friend to be sad, and Jaemin has to fix that.

Jaemin sits down and flashes back on three months ago when he was sitting on top of your cupboard. He always does this and he’s grateful you cannot see him or he’ll be called a peeping tom. He overheard you calling your best friend and asking about your relationship with Jeno.

For Jaemin this sounds weird, he sees how happy you are with Jeno but why are you talking like this to your friend.

The conversation he overheard was clear and fresh in his memory.

“I don’t know about Jeno, but he seems to be tired of me.” you spoke to your best friend, Renjun on the call.

“What do you mean? He’s happy when you said yes eight months ago.”

“Yes but eight months he always treated me like I am that special, isn’t that weird?”

“Are you high? All girls want to be treated like a princess. Jeno is doing that to you but you don’t want that?”

You sigh “No, it just seems fishy Renjun-ah. Men usually will show their true self after some months together, we never fight. He always lets me win. Not that I don’t like it, its just like he is just doing a duty. I don’t feel any surprise, everything seems perfect and planned.”

Jaemin scrunches his eyebrows and almost falls from the cupboard when you suddenly look in his direction.

The guy finally left after hearing the rest of the call and since he’s been coming over to see you for almost one year and a half, he always listened to whatever you were sharing that Jeno never knew.

What Jaemin finds fascinating is that Jeno never knows that you felt something weird about the relationship.

-----

Jaemin glances over to the countertop near Jeno’s bed and notices the silver ring with your initials in it. He reaches over but passes through it. He sighs and keeps his hands to himself “(y/n)” he whispers to himself as he looks at the ring with big eyes.

The bathroom door opens and Jeno comes out of the steam with wet hair and red eyes.

Jaemin quickly disappears, had Jeno been crying?

Jeno grabs his phone that lights up with a reminder. “Text (y/n) good night,” the reminder says and he obediently unlocks his phone to type in his message.

Jaemin never notices this because well he never pays attention to his phone. But if he knows this, he’ll be furious.

----

The two of you park the car near the picturesque scenery where Jaemin’s resting place is located. Well, if Jeno is his long life best friend, you are Jaemin’s high school friend.

Both of you take turns, you go first to the grave, plucking out some wild grass while trying to tell Jaemin that Jeno is doing well and that you miss him. You don’t spend too much time as you know Jeno will have more to say.

“Wait in the car okay, lock the door.” Jeno kisses the top of your head as he brings the cherry blossom to his best friend.

“It’s been two years,” Jeno started “And eleven months with (y/n). I am so sorry that I have to tell you this Jaem, but.” Jeno pauses. He looks around trying to find Jaemin.

“But I cannot do this any longer. It’ll only hurt her more. I am sorry Jaem.” Jeno gives a stroke on the stone and leaves not long after.

Both of you drive in silence, it’s uncommon since you try to respect Jeno’s emotions for you know it must be hard for him.

“Where do you want to go?” he asks before making an exit on the highway.

You look at him “I have to get something for mom, but it’s going to be a hassle to bring a car and find parking space there.”

Jeno didn’t give you a chance to speak anything else when he just cuts you with “Oh we can park my car and I’ll walk with you there.”

You want to deny him and say no thank you, but dating Jeno for 11 months, you know it’s hard to make the man change his mind.

“Okay, thank you. I was about to ask Renjun to accompany me but if you’re not busy then yes please come with me.” you calmly thank him and Jeno just nods his head.

You observe his face from the side, isn’t he jealous? Shouldn’t he be jealous? How come his face doesn’t show any change of emotion?

You bite your lips and tune the radio louder as both of you enter Jeno's living space.

He parked his car, goes up to take his bus card and soon after returned by your side with two caps.

“It’s sunny, you would want to wear this.” he puts it over your head and you just smile. Maybe he really is attentive and full of care

The market district was full of stands and you were looking through some types of textile. Your mother is a designer and she makes custom made dress, it’s your job to find the textile she wanted.

Jeno just stays beside you. Admiring how professional you look. If Jaemin is here, he knows that man could help you pick. After all, Jaemin is more suitable to be your boyfriend than Jeno is. He shakes his head to clear his mind. Lately he’s been thinking of crazy stuffs

“We’re done.” you say after pocketing the card your mom gave and you hold his hand. Jeno was surprised “Oh where’s the stuffs let me bring it” his other hand reaches over you to usually take over the stuffs you have but he found nothing.

You giggle “They will send it home Jeno, it’s too heavy if we have to carry it home. Now come on, let me treat you to coffee. You seem out of your mind.” you say goodbye to the vendor and drag your man to a coffee shop nearby.

“Here’s your americano.” you hand him the coffee and he questions you “Oh we’re not sitting down?”

You shake your head “You look tired Jen, let’s go home okay.” you rub his hair and take his hand into your palm.

Jeno can see Jaemin on the corner of the shop smiling at him, but his smile was different. Jaemin looked sad.

“It’s our bus come Jen.” you wonder why he’s always day dreaming lately but you won’t force him to answer you.

The bus ride was quick. Both of you are living close to each other, so usually you will separate at the bus stop or he’ll walk you home.

The walk was filled with light talks like him asking what you will do after this and you just ask him about his cats.

“We’re here.” he softly lets go off your hand that he’s been holding.

You smile “Thank you, goodbye, get home safe.”

He nods “I’m gonna watch you go inside, so hurry and go in.”

He waits as you turn your back to enter the apartment.

You wave back at him and he blows a flying kiss to you.

“See you tomorrow.” you yell before disappearing and Jeno smiled.

Jeno turns around and questions if he misses you already.

“Goodnight, good bye, see you tomorrow” he chants to himself, repeating what just happened.

In a few hours, it’ll be the long-awaited weekend

I’ll pick you up so sleep in

And let’s meet at that place at 2pm,

Jeno whispers to himself “to break up.”

He feels a lump on his heart been taken away and he can walk home with a lighter steps. On his way to his apartment, he enjoys the breeze and thinks that it’s time to end the lie.

Once he steps into his apartment, he sees Jaemin once again greeting him, this time with a small smile.

Jeno raises his brow, he doesn’t know what that smile means.

“I am breaking up with her. I am sorry.” Jeno speaks up

Jaemin nods

“You loved her, and we once made a promise that we will fulfil each other’s last wishes.” Jeno took off his cap

Jaemin just keeps staring at him, wanting him to continue

“And I did your last wish.” he tosses the cap to the bed “You want to date (y/n), but you didn’t get the chance. I did all of the things you wanted to do with her as a boyfriend.”

Jaemin still smiles but pitifully

“I brought her to your favorite place, accompanies her when she studies, text her good night and good morning daily, I followed her shopping, I walk her home and I tried loving her like how you would, but Jaemin it’s not fair if she knows this and my feelings are tired of pretending.”

Jaemin nods slowly and Jeno feels bad

“But sorry Jaem, she can’t keep living in a lie.” Jeno takes off the ring and puts it down

“Sooner or later, she will know that the J here stands for Jaemin and not Jeno. and that will happen tomorrow.”

Jeno sits down and buries his face in his hands. He pulls at his hairs, feeling confused, happy and sad at the same time.

He feels a warm touch on his shoulder and when he looks up behind his watery eyes, he sees Jaemin sends him the best smile he ever sees and he looks peaceful. Slowly as Jeno tries to hold his friend for the last time, Jaemin fades and disappears completely into thin air.

Life goes on, Jeno stop lying and finally Jaemin can leave in peace and you? You finally know the answer why your guts keep telling you that this looks odd.

end.

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Not The Hero ~ A Stranger Things fanfiction feat. Criminal Minds' baby sister, Y/n Reid ~ Part 1

Inspiration: Literally nothing, like just my midnight brain lmao.

Summary: Y/n Reid is Spencer Reid's younger sister. Dr. Spencer Reid worked at the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico, Virginia. His younger sister interning for Penelope Garcia. That was, before Y/n's life was put in danger by an unsub - who was never caught - who kidnapped and tortured her. Now, Spencer and Y/n have been put under protective custody and moved to Hawkins Indiana. Now, Y/n faces much bigger threats as she and her new-found family try to navigate the Upside Down and all its creatures, while also dealing with the usual hOrMoNeS.

Warnings: Language, Light Smut (Eventual), Pining, talk of Kidnapping/torture, self deprivation, gore, death, smoking, self harm, now I'm naming all of the warnings from Stranger Things on Netflix... I think that's it.

A/N: Spencer is 25/26, Y/n is 17. Set in the end of season 1 ish but year is 2018. Follows canon loosely, kind of out of order. We also gonna pretend that child labor laws are reallllll relaxed in Hawkins (oop).

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"Yeah? Well fuck people who try to be the hero. Worry about your damn self, next time." You grumbled as your brother, the infamous Dr. Reid, left your new room. "Maybe then, I'd be dead and you would still be working your job at the BAU. Then we'd both be happy." You knew you were being unrealistic and overreacting, but Spencer had been in a bad mood the entire flight out here and you couldn't help but feel like it was your fault.

You shouldn't have been out the night it happened, he had explicitly told you not to be. He had to fly out to Florida for a case - he works at the FBI, you see? so his job is very unpredictable, you could never hold plans you had - and you had a party you wanted to go to. But you had ignored him, even after he practically begged you to listen to him. But you so desperately wanted to have fit in at least once, before you were planning to start at NYU.

Your social status had always been debatable. You had plenty of friends, you were fairly well known. But you hardly every went out with your friends, at least not what was accepted as normal. You preferred to stay out of drama, and out of trouble. So you tended to stay away from parties, and you had never been in a relationship. It all lead to problems. Yeah, the 'not-so-typical nerd', just because you had good grades and didn't like to be involved in any drama and you were graduating a year early.

But that one night... You didn't want to think about it, much less talk about it with some stupid ass therapist that Spencer was making you go to.

"What?" Apparently, he had heard you. He looked sad, that was the only way you could describe it. Not angry, or regretful. But truly sad that you had said that. Sad that you could have even considered that as a possibility. "Y/n, I'm so sorry that- Why would- What made you think that I would rather be working at the BAU with you dead? I would much rather be here with you alive, than there with you dead." Your brother was not what you would call an affectionate person, not even to you. That's why it meant so much when he came over to you and sat next to you on the bed, and held you while you cried.

You didn't know when in the whole interaction you had started crying, and you damn sure didn't know why. You blamed it on the trauma of the whole situation. But you knew that part of it was some form of survivor's guilt. The guilt that you had because you tore Spencer away from his dream job, the fact that you brought him farther away from the family you had both had at the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI.

You cried until your eyes were puffy and you were unable to breath through your nose. You cried until you had a horrible migraine and you were ready to sleep forever.

You got close enough.

--

You were woken up to the sudden, rapid knocking on the unfamiliar door of your new bedroom. It was bigger than your old one. But it was all the more suffocating. It didn't feel like yours, there were still unopened boxes opposite of the bed you laid on, sticky with sweat. The various paintings you had collected (and painted yourself) still put away in storage. Your bookshelves waiting to be built, your trinkets Spencer had collected for you, in a 22 inch by 12 inch cage. It was a strangers room.

"Come in." You called, clearing your throat and sitting up.

Spencer walked in, holding what looked like a lunch tray from McDonald's. But it held a large bowl of Captain Crunch, and a cup of coffee - fixed just how you liked it. You were thankful to have such a great older brother. You know you could have ended up with an asshole, who was rude to everyone around him.

You smiled as he brought it to the empty bedside table next to you. "Thank you."

--

You were in a much better mood than yesterday, you decided you were going to make the best out of your shitty situation.

"So," you hollered. You were washing your bowl from earlier. "I'm going to look for a job today." You turned off the water and went to sit down on the couch, Spencer was in a chair adjacent to it, reading.

He looked up at you, and hesitated. You knew what this meant, and you took this as the time to start defending your choice. "I need to earn the money to pay for college, Spencer. I promise I won't get into anything." You knew you would try your best to keep that promise. "And I need to start being more independent, I need..."

"Okay."

"...I mean, I just turned seventeen and I'm going to college in six months. I- Wait, really?"

"Yes," you were beaming. You needed to make friends, seeing as you couldn't be in contact with any of your old ones from Quantico. "But, if I find out that any of the people you're around are unsafe or pose any threat to you at all, then the only place you'll go until you're eighteen is to class." Spencer tried to fill in the roll of a father, since yours left when you were a toddler. But he always caved, he was too soft. You knew that he wouldn't actually isolate you even more, but you weren't, under any circumstances, going to get involved in anything like that anyway.

--

You grabbed your phone off the charger and checked the battery one last time, even though it had been on the charger all day. You nearly read over it, just because you weren't paying any attention to your notifications. But there it was.

Unknown Number*

8,5,25 19,23,5,5,20,21,13,19. 19,8,8 4,15,14,20 20,5,12,12 1,14,25,15,14,5 20,8,1,20 23,5,18,5 20,5,24,20,9,14,7 25,15,21. 20,8,9,19 9,19 1 2,21,18,14,5,18 16,8,14,15,5. 9,22,5 19,5,20 25,15,21,18 16,8,15,14,5 20,15 4,5,12,5,20,5 1,14,25 5,22,9,4,5,14,3,5 15,6 20,8,9,19 14,21,13,2,5,18 6,18,15,13 25,15,21,18 4,5,22,9,3,5 9,14 36 8,15,21,18,19.

23,5 12,15,22,5 25,15,21. 19,20,1,25 19,1,6,5.

- 16-7, 4-13, 5-16, 4-18, 1-8, 10-10

Your smile spread wider and wider as you realized it was Garcia, you quickly pulled out a pen and pad. You knew that she wouldn't do anything too difficult. But this was child's play. It was letters into numbers. You had deciphered much harder codes with her while interning under her as a "baby tech analyst" as she put it.

You had finished writing out the cipher, grinning as you read it.

Hey sweetums. Shh, don't tell anyone that we're texting you. This is a burner phone, I've set your phone to delete any evidence of this number from your device in 36 hours. We love you. Stay safe.

- PG, DM, EP, DR, AH, JJ

They texted you. Which meant they hadn't forgotten about you and your brother, something you hadn't realized you were worried about.

01101000 01101001 00101110 00100000 01101001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01100001 01101100 01101100 00101110 00100000 01101001 00100000 01110000 01110010 01101111 01101101 01101001 01110011 01100101 00100000 01101001 00100111 01101100 01101100 00100000 01110100 01110010 01111001 00101110 00100000 01110000 01110010 01100101 01110100 01110100 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101110 01100101 01100001 01101011 01111001 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01111001 01100001 01101100 01101100 00101110

01100001 01101110 01100100 00101100 00100000 01100111 01100001 01110010 01100011 01101001 01100001 00101100 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01101100 01101100 01111001 00111111 00100000 01110100 01101111 01101111 00100000 01100101 01100001 01110011 01111001 00101110 :))) <3

You had no idea how to actually convert letters to binary code, you just Googled it.

You wrote: Hi. I love yall. I promise I'll try. Pretty sneaky of yall. And, Garcia, really? Too easy.

You were ready to go. You threw on some sneakers and left the building, yelling out a goodbye. You decided you were going to walk wherever you needed, it was a small town, how far apart could everything be?

--

Turns out, even closer than you expected. It was a two-minute walk between stores that were hiring. Not one of them trusted the new girl in town. You were just about to give up when you came across the Starcourt Mall. "Why not, the worst that'll happen is I get rejected. Again." You sighed as you pushed open the door.

Things in there followed the same pattern.

"How long have you lived here?"

"I just moved here from Texas." That was your cover story, and it was good enough. You seemed to pick up on a lot of the speech patterns of the South.

"Oh, I see."

And they would close themselves off after that.

The only place that wasn't like that was a place called Scoops Ahoy. It was an ice cream shop. You didn’t really want to work at an ice cream parlor, you'd much rather be working at a book store, or a clothing department, or something similar. But the home of messy children (you liked kids, just preferred when they weren't sticky with ice cream) and miserable teenagers was the only place who was willing to hire you.

"Can you start Monday?" The man asked.

"Yes, I can. Thank you." You were doing your best to be polite, but the fact that the kid interviewing you did not care at all about anything pissed you off. He was completely unprofessional, even for an ice cream parlor. He just nodded.

You stood up, ready to get out of the uncomfortable - and no doubt dirty - vinyl covered chair. "You'll get your uniform on Sunday. Be in at eleven A.M Monday to start your first shift. You'll work until close, which is ten o'clock." You stopped at the door, slowly turning.

"My uniform?" This made you nervous, what kind of uniform was an ice cream parlor called Scoops Ahoy gonna have? You weren't even worried about the fact that you had to work late.

"Yeah, your uniform. Everyone has to wear it during work hours. I'll be texting you tomorrow to get your size." He stood up and started to behind the counter.

"Could I see this uniform?" He sighed, annoyed, but grabbed a picture from under the counter.

"Here. That's the uniform. This is the owner and his daughter."

You were speechless. They were these ugly, blue striped shirt with matching shorts. You were going to look like a child dressed as a sailor. You stood there, utterly stunned. Could they not have come up with a better looking uniform?

"Oh. Great." Was all you could say, scratching your nose.

"I'll be in at eleven on Monday then." And you left, running into a boy with brown hair who looked to be around your age.

"Sorry," you apologized, trying to smile at him, at the same time he snapped-

"Watch out."

You were taken aback, but decided against arguing with him. Instead you muttered a "Fuck off, I didn't mean to." And shoved past him. You noticed he was carrying a pair of blue shorts in his hands. Oh, shit. Really hope I don't have to work too many shifts with him...

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prettiest of them all (1)

genre: college!au, s2l!au, fluff, angst?

pairing: jimin x reader

summary: you're nothing special, just an ordinary girl who's just trying to get through college... but an angelic boy with honey colored eyes thinks you're the most beautiful flower he's ever laid his eyes on.

word count: 1.5k

chapter warnings: swearing (mostly jungkook lmao)

a/n: oh gosh i'm so nervous,, this started out as a tiny drabble i wrote out on the back of my bio notebook in january and two weeks ago i sorta revived the idea lmao. i hope you enjoy this little series of mine!

this fic was made possible by @latetaektalk (thank you so much for those helpful tips! i spent a lot of time formatting and reformatting this post and editing the fic, and your advice helped a lot with that!) and @chimchiekookie (thank you for your encouragement and kind words! you gave me the courage to post, tysm kira). also, to @yuvi-with-luv and @meiadore for just being! i love u crackheads; oKAY that was really long so i'll let you get to the fic oops haha

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(1) only time will tell.

College is not easy. But sharing an apartment with Jeon Jungkook is an entirely new level of difficulty.

“Goodness,” you mutter, stepping around the books and pens scattered on the floor of the living room, your roommate’s half-asleep body slumped across the couch. You can’t even get to the kitchen without tripping over something of his. “Couldn’t you have cleaned up before dozing off? What an idiot.”

“I heard that,” he mumbles drowsily, yawning. “The idiot is clearly you, Y/N. Who the fuck signs up for an eight A.M. lecture on Mondays? Something’s obviously wrong with you.”

That earns him an apple to the head, before you remember it’s supposed to be your to-go breakfast and quickly scramble to retrieve it.

“It’s mandatory,” you tell him. “Can’t graduate without taking it, so I might as well suffer. Psychology majors go to hell anyway, so I signed up knowing what I was getting myself into.” You give your best friend a once-over as he stretches, still on the couch. “You have fun sleeping in, Jeon, but by the time I get back I want you showered and ready for a proper brunch. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he rolls his eyes, but you know he enjoys your routine outings as much as you do. Ever since you met in your second year of high school, it became a little tradition of yours to regularly meet up for lunch on the weekends — and that turned into basically each mealtime once you got to college. “Just go, you’re going to be late. Those tiny legs of yours are gonna have a hard time running all the way to 808. We’re not even on campus.”

“Excuse you?! I’m 5’6”!”

“Y/N,” he sighs, shaking his head pitifully. “That’s like, four inches shorter than me. But nice try.”

Both of you exchange an annoyed glare, but deep down, you’re having your fun bantering with him. It’s a trademark of your relationship, one of the many things you appreciate him for. No one you have met so far could match your sharp tongue as well as Jungkook.

“I do not have time to argue with you right now, Kook.” You glance at the clock, quickly slipping your feet into battered sneakers. “There are leftovers in the fridge — by the way, remember to lock the door if you don’t want Taehyung to visit unannounced again — and I left a carton of banana milk on the bottom shelf, right next to the ketchup. Oh! I did your laundry last night; there’s a pile in your room that you just need to fold and put away. Anything else I’m forgetting?”

“You just dumped my clothes in my room? On the floor?”

You narrow your eyes at him playfully. “Wrong answer, Jeon.”

“Oh, fine.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Thank you, Y/N. Now please just go already.”

“Dumbass,” you return, grinning. “I’ll be back soon. I'll bring Taehyung over if I run into him!”

He’s already closed your front door, but you can still hear his shout of protest from the other side, causing you to burst into incessant giggles: “Don’t you fucking dare!”

By some kind of miracle, you actually get to the lecture hall approximately a minute early. You and Jungkook don’t live on campus, but your apartment is pretty close — walking gets you to class in ten minutes, and if you run, you’ll arrive much quicker.

“Yeoreum!” you greet your friend with a whisper as you walk in, tossing your apple core into the small trash can. “You’re actually early for once!”

“Blame Hoseok,” she grumbles as you sit down next to her. “Dumbass woke me up at five in the morning to go run with him, Y/N. Five o’clock. The asshole’s dead to me from now on.”

“That sucks,” you sympathize, but you know she’ll always give in to her twin brother — the two of them are inseparable, as much as she likes to complain about him. “But hey, at least you got your coffee fix!”

Yeoreum lifts the half-empty cup before taking a long sip, a small smile adorning her features. “Also courtesy of Hoseok,” she admits. “He causes a lot of arguments, but at least he knows how to solve them. I like to think I’ve trained him well.”

“I wish I had a sibling,” you sigh wistfully. “A brother, maybe. Or a sister, I wouldn’t really mind. It must be nice always having someone else who understands you.”

“Y/N, you live with Jungkook,” she points out. “He’s basically the brother you’ve wanted your entire life. He has been since we were fifteen.”

“I know, but it’s different. I didn’t grow up with him. Plus, he’s more annoying than a sibling could ever be.”

“And he’s hot as hell.”

“Yeoreum,” you scold quietly, bringing out your laptop for the start of the lecture. “You think everyone you meet is hot. Regardless of whether they’re actually a decent human being or not. That’s probably why you always end up dating assholes who don’t deserve you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she waves you off, not quite meeting your eyes. “Chill, Y/N, I’m not interested. The boy’s just insanely attractive. Can’t I call someone attractive without wanting to get with them?”

You lean over to say something to her, but the entire class quiets down suddenly, so silent that you could hear even the softest whisper.

Professor Ahn strides in with an authoritative air, several books in her arms, followed by a boy whom you’ve never seen in this class before. A new student, perhaps? Or maybe he just transferred departments. You never know — it’s certainly not too late to switch out.

The professor tells him something quickly and he nods, before jogging up the stairs and hastily sliding into the seat right next to you. In fact, it all happens so quickly that you’re still buffering, trying to process what just happened. Instinctively, you move a little closer to Yeoreum.

“Goddamn,” she breathes, eyes wide in surprise. “Y/N, he’s so fine.”

Okay, so that was a bad choice. But the thing is, she’s not wrong.

The guy doesn’t speak to or look at you once during the entire lecture, totally dedicated to typing up everything Professor Ahn is saying — but you can’t help but check him out from the corner of your eye every few minutes. The blond hair is, surprisingly, a very good look on him, and the way the corner of his mouth is always turned upward makes you incredibly curious. What the hell is there to be happy about such an early class?

Ten minutes before you can finally get out of that stuffy hall, there’s a light tap on your right shoulder, startling you. You turn your head around so fast your vision nearly blurs, taking a second to steady again. “Huh?”

The new guy is tentatively smiling at you, like he’s gauging your response. “Hi,” he says, a little hesitant. “Um — do you have a black pen I can borrow? Mine just gave up on me mid-word and I didn’t bring any extra.” You glance over to his side of the bench: sure enough, the last few letters of the word ‘extension’ are so faded out, you can barely see them.

All of your pens are either blue or red, but Yeoreum quickly passes you one of her black-ink fountain pens under the bench, nodding at you in silent understanding. “Here,” you offer it to him, watching the adorable way his face lights up when you hand it to him.

“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver,” he says, quickly scribbling something down. “I can’t fathom using any ink color other than black, it just… doesn’t make sense to me.”

Well, you could type up a whole argument against that, but you hold your tongue for the time being. Instead, you peek over at his notebook curiously, trying to see what he’s so engrossed in writing down. You catch sight of a name printed neatly on the top left corner of the page, and you squint so you can see it better.

Park Jimin. You let it rest in your mind for a moment. It’s a beautiful name, and though you don’t know exactly what it means, you’re sure it would roll right off your tongue if you were to say it aloud.

“I’m Jimin,” he says, right on cue as he returns the pen and you not-so-discreetly pass it to Yeoreum again. “What about you?”

“Y/N.” For some reason, you’re struggling both to find something to say and maintain some kind of calm. You don’t know why he’s making your heart beat faster, only that he is.

“That’s a nice name.” Jimin smiles, and it’s breathtaking. His eyes form little crescents as he beams at you — you! — and for just one second, you can’t think of anything else. A silly crush, you chide yourself, averting your gaze from his face. A few days and it’ll leave on its own.

You want to be right, and you might be wrong, but you have no idea, no way of knowing what the future holds. It’s like they always say — only time will tell.

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