THIS WAS SO FOOKING SWEET I- AMAAZINGG

THIS WAS SO FOOKING SWEET I-  AMAAZINGG

CARNIVAL LIGHTS AND CITY LINES

In which Regulus is brought to a muggle amusement park and has a better time than he expected.

contains: gender-neutral!reader, fluff. (2,023 words)

authors note: this was better as a concept in my head but i tried my best so yay ig. i haven't written a proper length oneshot in a while i really need to get back into writing.

“I’m sure mother would have my head if she knew where I was.” Regulus said as he let you drag him along.

“Oh lighten up Black, I doubt she’ll even check to see if you’re actually at Diagon Alley.” Was your response as you continued to pull him through the crowd leading to a muggle amusement park.

Convincing him to go with you was surprisingly easier than actually getting him to the front gates. A mix of worry and general distaste for such crowded areas left a sour taste in his mouth but at the same time, he knew how much you enjoyed these places and the last thing he wanted was for him to be the reason behind a bad memory.

“Fine.” He mumbled as you continued to drag him towards the gate where you began to talk to the worker behind the booth. He watched as you pulled out some money and handed it to the worker who directed you to the gates leading into the park.

Usually he would insist on paying for you but seeing as he doesn’t have any muggle currency, he really had no say today.

“Wrists please.” The worker at the gate said and with no hesitation, you gave them your wrist. They wrapped a flimsy paper band around it before turning to Regulus, who hesitantly mirrored your actions. “I don’t bite.” They said in an attempt to lighten the mood. Unfortunately, he failed as Regulus only narrowed his eyes at them while they wrapped the piece of paper around his wrist.

“Tough dude.” He heard the worker mumble under their breath as they opened the gate for the two of you to pass. The smell of fried food and sweet candy immediately filled both your senses as you walked towards the crowd, Regulus' grip on your hand tightening as he trailed closely behind you.

As you led him towards a booth where he was required to get a second paper wristband, Regulus took the time to take in the place you had dragged him to which you called an amusement park. Food vendors lined the park through the center with various game booths and rides on either side.

"What's this for?" He asked once you both got the new wristband.

"This is so we can go on the rides." You explained as you walked towards the first one, a drop tower ride that looked far more scary than it was exciting. "And this is our first one!"

Regulus' eyes widened as he watched the bench a few guests were sitting on slowly rise only to drop as if a malfunction had occurred. Shaking his head slightly, he knew it was useless to try and argue though that didn't stop him from complaining. "When I agreed to go to this amusement park I did not agree to this."

Rolling your eyes, you simply pulled his arm and headed towards the line. Much to his dismay, the line was quick and before he could even finish mentally preparing himself, you were both getting strapped onto the bench with the sound of muggle music blaring nearby filling his ears. .

"Ready?" You asked the boy as the bench slowly rose to the top. He hesitantly nodded, tightening his hold on your hand as you gave him a reassuring squeeze. "The view is pretty nice from up here." You added on, causing him to look up from his lap to the view of the skyline before him. As he opened his mouth to agree however, his own scream cut himself off and the ride seemed to lose all control and they were falling down fast. Despite the fact that he knew this was going to happen, it stayed in the back of his mind as he held onto your hand and closed his eyes shut bracing for impact that never came.

When the ride stopped, Regulus opened an eye to make sure you were both okay before practically jumping off and running outside of the enclosure the ride was situated in. You followed closely behind him, laughter coming from not only you but other guests who loved the thrill of such rides in comparison to their scared peers who stood stiff as a board.

“And Muggles ride these for fun?” He asked, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as you nodded your head and began leading him to another ride. “No no no I am not going on another one! Especially if it’s anything like this one.”

Unfortunately, his protests fell on deaf ears as you waited in line for the next ride. A roller coaster was what you had called it and by the looks of it, he was sure he wasn’t going to have the most pleasant of times on this one.

He was sure that the lines "You'll be fine, come on." and "It's not that bad." would be embedded into his mind by the end of the day due to how much he's heard you say them and it's barely even been an hour! From fast paced rides to ones that seemed to break several safety prosecutions muggles paid no mind to, Regulus was dragged onto practically all of them with little to no protests though this didn't exclude the many silly excuses and whining as you headed towards the lines.

"Now what will this one do? Go insanely fast and throw us to London?" Regulus asked as you both walked to the next ride. You remained silent, ignoring his question and instead finding interest in the person selling balloons walking by. All you had told him about this one was that it was your favourite and he'd find out when you got in line.

"Nope, we could go onto one like that if you-"

"No! No it's fine," He cut you off, having been on far too many rides that made his heart either stop or drop to even keep track. "Will it make me sick? Because I have still not recovered from that last rollercoaster."

Regulus trailed off, recalling the way the ride went through so many twists and turns that it almost made him sick. It didn't help that the ride seemed to start off calm with a steady pace up an incline before reaching the edge on top and with no moment to prepare, it dropped. They went speeding down the tracks, wind slapping your faces as it went up then down and around, flipping you upside down then right side up before finally coming to a halt.

"Anything but that rollercoaster." He said as a shiver ran down his spine.

"Don't worry, I think you actually enjoy this one." You replied with a laugh as you led him towards a line. "It's a swing ride."

"Yes, because a giant swing ride isn't terrifying." Was his reply as the gate opened and grabbed his hand, leading him to two vacant seats.

As the ride operator came around to check on everyone's buckle, Regulus took breath and instinctively reached for your hand when the ride hummed to life. As you all felt your feet leave the ground and the ride carrying you all up towards the sky, Regulus looked up from his lap to see you smiling as the ride started to spin. That was something he did not expect for this ride to do.

"Bloody hell-" His sentence was cut off as a mix of screaming, gasps, laughter and music cut through the air but it was the sound of your laughter that mainly caught his attention. Looking over to his side where you sat, he saw you smile the brightest he's ever seen as you looked at the carnival down below you. All while holding onto his hand.

"They look like ants." You pointed out excitedly, directing his gaze to the people below who indeed looked like ants from you both were.

“They do, don’t they?”

As the night went on, more of his worries faded as all his mind could seem to focus on was the moment happening before him. It was all new and thrilling. Never had he been able to go to such a place before and while the worry of how his mother would react if she were to somehow find out he was here, you were always there to shove a new treat into his face or pull him to another line before he could start to let that worry really settle in.

It was refreshing to be around someone who makes him enjoy the moment instead of watching as he succumbs to worries of his mind. Even if it meant being dragged onto every single rollercoaster this park managed to have.

“(Y/N)” He said, watching as you lifted your head up the pile of stuffed animals he had won you. Laughing at the ridiculous sight, he helped you carry a couple of them before continuing. “I just wanted to say thank you, for tonight and everything. It was fun, I had fun.”

“Even the rollercoasters?” You teased and Regulus rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

“Don’t push your luck, (Y/L/N). You’re not getting me onto another rollercoaster tonight.”

“Hey, it was worth a shot!” You defended. “But I’m glad you still had fun tonight, thank you for coming along. I had an amazing time.”

He didn’t know if it was the cool evening air slapping at his face or the simple fact that he was never thanked for his presence that his cheeks were warm and pink but he hoped that the stuffed animals he carried were able to shield your view of his face. You had already seen his face during the roller coasters so the last thing he needed tonight was for you to see him looking flustered.

Covering his mouth with his hand, he hoped to have been able to cover his embarrassment with a cough as he managed to reply with, “I had a great time too, thank you.”

While he was certain you knew, he was thankful you did no more than giggling at his actions before deciding to talk about something else Regulus couldn’t quite seem to focus on. His mind seemed to be everywhere and he couldn’t even begin to guess what it was that made him seem to drift off.

Perhaps it was his mind registering all he’s experienced today or the scent of your perfume that made him feel all warm and cozy. Maybe it was all the foods he’s eaten in the past few hours and how he’d regret it all in the following week or maybe it was the way your lips felt on his cheek or the way–yours lips on his cheek?

Finally snapping out of his thoughts, Regulus looked down to see a cheeky grin on your face just after you pulled away. He could feel the heat rush up to his face as he stood there frozen in place. Barely mumbling out your name, he watched as you turned around and began walking in the direction of the exit and all he could seem to do was pull himself together and follow after you.

“You can’t just do that and leave!” He shouted after you but all he got as a response was laughter as you only ran faster. “I had to stand here flustered, why can’t you?”

“I’m not a wimp!”

All plans of getting home at a reasonable hour that night were out the window as for the next few moments, you and Regulus were chasing each other in the empty parking lot like little children, laughing and screaming as all your stuffed animals gradually fell to the ground. The following morning–hell probably the whole week if you’re being honest–would be well, hell thanks to your parents for staying out so late with no notice of where you both actually were and how long you’d be out for but that was a worry for when morning came. Tonight, as you two laughed and held each other under the star littered sky, you were free with no other worries than each-other.

FIN.

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you're gonna be alright

warnings: angst, depression, mentions and descriptions of a panic attack, hallucination, bad parents, mentions of abuse from parents, dumbledore being mean, excess workload, stress, swearing, reader is self-shaming and insecure, mentions of dying, no pronouns used, this is a lengthy one, inspired by true events, lowercase intended (let me know if i missed anything)

pairings: remus lupin x gp!house neutral!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

summary: (high school au) you are not alone, remus is going to be always there for you through thick and thin.

a/n: dedicated to @natashxromanovf for beta reading or proof reading this fic, thank you so much babe <333

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˚₊❏❜ first person ꒱

"miss (y/l/n), how far are you with your internal assessment?" headmaster dumbledore asked from where his chair was kept: next to the whiteboard.

he asked everyone else by going to their desk and taking in a whisper-level voice with them; why is he not doing that with you? nonetheless you had to answer, with everyone listening. you stood up before speaking.

"i have finished the research question and the section 'a' as required sir," you said, unsure of what you did to deserve this different treatment.

"would you please be so kind and read the r.q. to the entire class?" headmaster dumblebore spoke, a sudden sadistic feeling could be heard in his voice; why "sadistic"?

"sir?" you said, unsure of why or what were your professor's intentions.

"go ahead," headmaster dumblebore spoke, his tone anything but encouraging.

so you did. you told him your research question, which according to you was pretty decent, and you spoke with a bit of confidence. professor dumbledore's class was the first lecture of the day. if something happened in the first lecture itself, you sure wouldn't have the energy to go through an entire day with the humiliation in mind playing on repeat. you thought the research question you came up with would do the work, but alas when are you ever right?

"class, what is wrong with miss (y/l/n)'s research question?" headmaster dumbledore asked as if expecting all the hands raised waiting to point out the mistakes.

but that is not what he got. he got a silent class with no hands raised. everyone shared confused glances with each other and no one could figure out as why or what is their teacher trying to do. just as headmaster dumbledore was about to speak, the bell rang indicating the lecture ended for the day. but when the students decided to get up, the professor signalled them to sit down.

"reconstruct your research question miss (y/l/n) and therefore make changes accordingly in your first section. i would suggest you to change the topic, your current one will do you no good." he said as he looked at you with disappointment heard clearly in his voice.

"the submission is tomorrow, it changes for no one; i'm looking at you, miss (y/l/n), for the last statement. do not forget the submission, your internal assessments are extremely important! class dismissed."

everyone stood up from their seats and hastily grabbed their bags, books and stationary and hurriedly walked out of the room. you were certainly one of the first few to get the hell away from the classroom, more specifically the teacher in the classroom. you walk as fast you can, maybe even sprint in between, your main goal being to get as far as you can from the professor. once you thought the distance you made was okay, you stopped fast-walking and stood near a pillar.

you were close to crying, your eyes were watery. you have no idea why; what happened in the classroom wasn't even that embarrassing or humiliating; then why were you just one step away from having a full-on crying session? what the hell is wrong with you? why are you being such a sensitive piece of shit? get a grip (y/n)! you are a (y/l/n), you cannot cry over something as silly as this. before you got your "everything-is-perfect-mask" onto your face and body language, you took a deep breath through your nose and exhaled silently through your mouth. the mask is back on. alright, you are now ready.

you looked around you, having absolutely no idea where in the world you are. it seemed like an ordinary hogwarts corridor, but to your right there were no walls to be a barrier between you and the open grassy field. the grass looked like the colour of dull green as if to match your actual mood. but the sky was bright and shiny which represented your masked mood. to your left, there are pillars and walls of medium brown colour and it seemed that you have come across an endless and lonely corridor.

you closed your eyes, hoping when you open them, the corridor would disappear and you would be sitting in your next lecture which is with mr. filius flitwick. oh no! you were going to be late, or rather you are already late! you became restless. you wanted to hurriedly get off wherever you were right now and sit in the classroom you were supposed to be in. you started to fast-walk, again, in the opposite direction you came from. you started picking up pace until you were running.

what if mr. flitwick won’t let you enter the class? what if he, too, humiliated you in front of the whole class? what if he asked you to stand out for the entire duration of the class? what if he gave you detention? what if you are lost? will you even find the classroom? what if something happened to you? would anyone know something happened to you? would anyone care? you know your parents wouldn't, they'd rejoice if anything. and if your parents don’t care about what happens to their own child, why would anyone else, right?

after some time of running, you saw that this direction will not take you to your destination thus you turned your route. you ran for your life in the direction you, at first, came in. a few tears slipped but you wiped them off as soon as they came out. and the familiar corridors where your classrooms are started coming into view. you felt slightly relieved. but the thoughts had not left your mind, you were still afraid of what might happen next.

the possibilities were in front of you, but there were too many according to you. you did not know which one would it be. you hate uncertainty, you hate the unknown. by the time you reached the designated classroom, you were panting and very out of breath. you stood in front of the classroom door, trying to regain your breathing while at the same time trying to get professor flitwick's attention.

"ooo miss. perfect is late oh my god!" someone spoke in a mocking tone.

heat rushed to your cheeks and you wanted nothing more than just disappear. you hated that nickname you were given by everyone in your standard. you weren't perfect, not in any way. in fact you were this useless pathetic person who couldn't even make your own parents proud. but you didn't let the remark break your mask, no you were stronger than that. as soon as the statement was said, laughter erupted in the room.

"don't make noise!" mr. flitwick commanded to the class. "miss (y/l/n) you're late. detention after school. come in," he said to you.

you nodded and entered the class. you held your head low while walking towards the bench at the back of the classroom. you knew people were looking at you with different expressions on their face but you knew for sure it was an expression of mocking, teasing and laughing, all directed at you. what you feared the most, happened: you got detention and your classmates laughing at you was only a bonus, you could maybe take on the job of astrologer, you'd sure earn a lot.

mr. flitwick continued teaching but you weren't in the mood. you were exhausted, tired and extremely sad. you could not concentrate on what was being taught. you wanted to sleep, sleep the problems away forever. you just placed your head on the table, wanting everything and yourself to just disappear and never be found again.

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professor minerva mcgonagall's class was next. your classmates already hurried towards the classroom because one did not want to be in the bad books of professor mcgonagall. but you didn't care, you were done. you already got detention from professor flitwick what difference would it make if professor mcgonagall gave it to you too?you stopped in the corridor and leaned against a pillar. you closed your eyes, you just wanted it all to stop. you wanted peace and silence but not physically. no, physically you wanted it to be as loud as possible. maybe it should be so loud that the inner noise gets shut out. tears trickled down your cheeks, you cried silently. you have no idea why you are crying, but you just felt like screaming and crying your heart out. but no, that is not acceptable. you are a (y/l/n), pull yourself together!

you hurriedly wiped your tears away and inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth while your eyes were still closed. you opened your eyes and the "nothing-is-wrong-and-i-am-the-perfect-student" mask was instantly back on. it worked as a switch, you could switch it on and off on your will and you certainly liked that kind of power.

"you okay?" you heard a soft voice, just as you were about to start walking, behind you leading your body to become stiff and alert.

you did not need to hear those words after you just decided to put your mask back on, no. you could not afford to let loose the mask; not in front of someone, never.

"yeah, fine." you deadpanned and spoke without looking at the source of the voice and walked towards professor mcgonagall's classroom.

you and the person entered the lecture late. the second time you were late today for a class and you aren't even half way through the day; shame on you, literally.

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none of the teachers spared you, you had homework every subject scheduled for the day. you were frustrated, exhausted and completely done with life. you had seven internal assessments to do out of which three were supposed to be written as the format of an academic essay. you weren't halfway through any of the assessments.

what a loser you are! others can finish the homework and participate in debates, clubs, sports, etc. and you? you just sulk around in the corner doing nothing but reading some stupid fantasy book. you are not cool. you cannot even speak up or even try to involve yourself in matters relating to school. you have no right to complain because you deserve this.

you have not made your parents proud: you have only disappointed them. you have disappointed them because you cannot manage your studies and extracurricular activities at the same time. it is a shame, it is pathetic. it would certainly be better if you died. you would then not disturb anyone, you would then trouble no one. world would be such a lovely place without you. you are not needed.

suddenly the words and numbers on the papers started to dance. they popped out of the paper, jumped out from their case and started to run away from their cage. they fell sharp from the table which was at quite a height, for them at least, to the ground. but nothing happened to them: neither did they die nor did they get hurt. it was as if they had multiple life-saving buttons.

well, the letters and numbers were not running away from the cage. they were looking for a larger space. they stood in front of you and climbed one on top of another. and then the puzzle finally cleared, it showed your parents. the letters are long gone, it is really your parents. your parents are here, they arrived. they have heard from professor dumbledore.

your mother is angry. your father is disappointed, but not surprised. it was as if he had been expecting this. this being the fact that you are a failure. your father starts walking towards you causing you to walk backwards. he continues until you hit a wall behind you, indicating that you are trapped. this is the end. your father, the angriest you have seen him which confused you, raises his right hand in an attempt to slap you, to hit you, to put you into your place.

instinctively, you brought your hands up to shield yourself. "please-please-please don't-don't hit-hit me, i promise to do, to do, be-better. this-this will not happ-happen again. i-i-i pro-promise you please don't."

you felt weak, vulnerable and naked. you could do nothing to save yourself. but you don't know why your father is hitting you, he never does. your mother hits you, she puts you into place. your father does not hit women, he crushes them with words, destroying their mental stability. you could not complete your sentence, you could not dare to. you knew you were going to die, this time you wouldn't be kept alive. you knew your fate. and you brought this on you.

"hey, hey, (y/n)," your father spoke with gentleness, as if trying to calm you down.

you are confused. you are losing breath. you cannot understand: what is wrong with your father? this is not who your father is.

"breath, (y/n), breath for me." your father says.

you do not try to follow what your "father" says. he is not your real father. he is a sinister man looking exactly like your father.

"(y/n), darling, breathe. you're having a panic attack, please breathe, love. no no don't cry, love i got you. take deep breaths, love."

you cannot hear what the man is saying, it is not perfectly audible to you. but you know for sure that you cannot listen and do what the man says, he is not your father, you kept repeating it in your head.

"SIRIUS, JAMES, PETER GET MADAM POMFREY HERE QUICK YOU TWATS WORK YOUR LAZY ARSES."

"darling please breathe, breathe for me. you're gonna be okay, you are fine. Just breathe, deep breaths (y/n/n), deep breaths. i got you, love, i got you. you are safe. you are okay. please breath, (y/n/n), don't do this to me (y/n), please breathe. just breathe."

you were going to die, you were going to die. you cannot breath, you are gasping for air. you need oxygen, you need to live but the world would be amazing without you. but what about your friends? what about your future?

"(y/n/n) please breath. copy-copy my breathing. [takes a deep breath] see-see? just-just like that-that. ye-yes, good, good. deep-deep breaths."

"OYE WHERE DID DIE OFF MOCH BRWNT GET HERE QUICK!" [dirty pigs]

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you rubbed your eyes before opening them. it took you a couple of seconds but you adjusted to the lightening of the room which was not too dark but not too light either. you looked at your surroundings. red painted walls with dark brown wooden furniture and clothes lying all over the room. it is a very messy room.

but the bed you were sleeping on is the neatest item in the room. you are carefully wrapped in the warm and cozy blanket. when did you get here? who brought you here? why were you here? what happened? were you kidnapped?

"relax, you're not kidnapped," a voice is heard, making you jump.

"who-what-how-" you try to speak but you could not make sentences, you were feeling extremely tired.

"i am remus, i brought you here. you had a panic attack a few hours ago, madam pomfrey helped and then you blacked out." the ever so soft voice explains.

you know who remus is: he is your classmate. you have always noticed him, well it's kind of hard not to because he hangs out with the loudest people in the universe. remus appears to be angelic and the sweetest person from your point of view now.

"i know you," you manage to choke out. "may i please have some water?”

remus is surprised when you confess you have noticed him. but he doesn't get time to process it as he finds himself immediately pouring water in a glass from a jug for you.

"here," he coos as he hands you the glass of water.

"thanks."

"you feeling any better love?"

"a bit, yes." you hesitantly answer. "how long.. how long did it last?"

"two hours. you were knocked out for four hours."

"oh. well at least i broke the record, lol. umm but thank you, remus, for helping me. i really appreciate this but i have to go; you see i have homework to do and-"

"no, you're not doing any homework. i have spoken to teachers, you are getting a day off and extra time for all assignments. you should rest, i'll go get you something to eat." remus gives you a heart-warming smile causing you to mirror him.

"remus.. you didn't have to, i am fine, really."

"but i did and i am not going to let you do homework, not today at least. tomorrow, yes and i'll help you with it too! rest now, please darling, i'll get some food." the smile never left his face.

"okay." you smiled widely, feeling content for some reason.

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My Girl

kaz brekker x female!reader ; behind the clouds by yaeow

warnings: kidnapping and mentions of torture, swear words, sad.

word count: 1789

key: italics = flashbacks

writers note: awh thank you!! i love your writing as well. thank u so much for the request! loved writing it <33 and yes, i look forward for more requests from you!!

It was a trap. It was all a trap—he should've known it wouldn't have been this easy. He needed to get out of here. He needed to get her out of here. A few hours ago, he knew that getting her back would be difficult, but he didn't think it would be this easy.

A few hours ago, he was just sitting in his office waiting for y/n's arrival; they had went out an hour ago to go to Jesper at the Crow Club. As he was reading a few important documents on his desk, there was a knock on the door. Kaz looked up, "Come in."

It was Jesper, Kaz sightly furrowed his eyebrows. “Jesper, what are you doing here?” Kaz asked him, the whereabouts of y/n in the back of his mind. “I was wondering where y/n was? She was supposed to meet up with me like 30 minutes ago, but she wasn’t at the meet up. So, I was thinking she might’ve forgot or something,” Jesper replied. “Where is she?”

“She headed out to meet up with you like an hour ago,” Kaz told Jesper, “You’re saying you haven’t seen her at all?” Jesper shook his head ‘no,’ “Kaz, if she’s not with you and she’s not with me. Where the hell is she?”

Kaz stood up, “We need to find her.”

It wasn’t long before Kaz started to panic, no one has seen where she was and he was going insane because of it. He was shouting and yelling orders for people to find her, no matter what, he needed to make sure y/n was safe. He had asked Inej to look around, ask around for her and eavesdrop on information that could be useful in finding her. Of course, Inej being Inej managed to find a single information about y/n. Apparently before her disappearance, she was seen talking to two different men and Inej was trying to search for the men matching those features, while Kaz... well he was busy asking (threatening) people about y/n's whereabouts.

"Tell. Me. Where is the girl you talked to in front of the store?" Kaz asked him, slowly stepping closer to him. "I—I don't know," the man shook, he was terrified of what Kaz could do to him. "If you don't tell me, right now. I won't hesitate to ripe off all your fucking nails and—how about your eyes as well, now tell me—" the man Kaz was threatening finally cracked, "I don't know. I truly don't know, I'm not from around here. Can't you tell from my accent? I was asking her for directions and she was kind enough to help me out, I don't know where she is and I don't even know her name, so please, I didn't do what you think I did."

Kaz stared hard at the man, he was about to bring up his cane to smash the man, but Inej came in just in time. The man that Kaz was investigating wasn't lying, he didn't know who she was, Kaz just wasn't asking the right questions. "Kaz! Don't hurt him," Inej shouted, "He's useful to us."

"He said that he didn't know who she was and that she was helping him with directions," Kaz explained to her what the man told him. Inej turned to look at the man, "Who did you see talk to her after you left to go to your destination?"

"I think people call him... Pekka Rollins?" the man pleaded, "Please don't hurt me..."

Those words that came out of his mouth caused Kaz to immediately turn towards the door, to which Inej quickly followed. Of course making sure to bring Jesper and the rest of the crows to help out.

You see, y/n wasn’t that far off away from Kaz. She was a few blocks away, hidden in an abandoned warehouse. She was lying on the floor, exhausted from the people who's taken her's beat up; y/n was bruised all over and if Kaz would see her right now, he would burn each and everyone of them alive. y/n was going in and out of consciousness as she tried to steady herself up against the wall, but she couldn't. Everything felt so heavy.

"Kaz..." y/n called out, "KAZ!" Kaz jolted awake, he had a scared look on his face as he turned to check if y/n was still by his side. "I'm here. It's okay, it's just a nightmare. I'm right here, see?" y/n told him, but not wanting to touch him yet, incase he starts panicking even more.

The nightmare had felt so real. She was gone.

y/n watched as he tried to recall his dream, "I'll go make some tea to help you calm down." Kaz nodded, not wanting to say anything, at least not yet. y/n got up from their shared bed and quickly headed to the kitchen to make two cups of tea, before heading back and handing the tea to him. They sat there drinking tea in silence before Kaz spoke, "You were gone." With those words, y/n understood. "But, I'm not. I'm right here, I always will be, you know that," y/n smiled at him. He nodded his head again, he knew that, but a part of him was still afraid. Afraid of losing him. Afraid of losing the one person he loves.

"y/n, can you hear me?" Kaz asked y/n, looking at her closed eyes. "y/n?" Kaz felt sick, looking at the pain y/n had been hurt. She was bruised all over with cuts on her face as well as arms and legs. He wanted to turn back time and protect her from ever getting hurt like this.

A groan came from y/n as she's slowly opening her eyes, adjusting to the lights. It felt like just a few minutes ago when she was trying to straighten herself up; she was trying to think, she could hear the voice, it sounded familiar so she called out to the person she hoped it belonged to. "Kaz?" she whispered, "You need to get out of here..."

"I know, we need to get out of here. Come on, Inej will hold you up," Kaz said helping Inej try to put y/n arm around her shoulder and helping her up. "It's a trap..." y/n whispered out, "You need to run... just leave me."

"What are you—" A loud gunshot drew Kaz's attention, 'Was that Jesper's gunshot?' Kaz thought to himself. "Come on, we need to go," he led the way for them to get out of the warehouse. As they drew closer to the exit, they soon realised that it was blocked. "Shit, why is it blocked, Inej do you remember another way—" before Kaz could finished his sentence, he realised that they were surrounded. A few, about ten guards had surrounded them and Jesper and Nina were no where to be found.

There was nothing they could do, they could try to fight back, but that could end up with them both getting injured. Kaz still stood his ground as a man moved between the guards that surrounded them, it was Pekka Rollins. "You're going to pay for hurting her," Kaz said to him, 'For hurting my girl.'

Pekka Rollins chuckled, "Keep dreaming, Brekker. I will destroy you before you can even attempt in destroying me." "And how are you going to do that?" Kaz asked.

Rollins nodded his head towards y/n, causing Kaz to freeze. Two of the guards when to grab you from Inej's hold, of course, Inej tried to fight them and not let them have you, but it was no use. "It wasn't hard to find a way to destroy you, Brekker. It wasn't long before I found out that she was the one who keeps you a float. So, I thought, why not use her to destroy you." Rollins brought his hand to get out his pistol from his hold and pointed it towards y/n's head. Kaz's hurt almost dropped, he can't lose her. Not like this.

"The documents that were sent to you this morning, deny it. Don't get involved in something that you clearly won't be able to complete. That position is mine and mine only. What do you say?" Rollins brought the gun closer to her head, nudging her head with the pistol. y/n looked up into Kaz's eyes, shaking her head. She didn't want him to deny the job, it was something that could really help the Crows and help them gain something that could sustain them for a long while. "Don't," y/n mouthed out.

Kaz looked into her eyes, how could y/n say that. He can't just let her die, can't just let him shoot her over some stupid work that wasn't as important as her. Before Kaz could do anything, he heard y/n's voice: "I love you" which was followed by an unexpected move, she shrugged off the guards' hold and tried to push away Pekka Rollin's pistol. Before he could even move an inch, the loud ringing of the pistol fire filled his ears. His eyes were wide open as he saw y/n fall down to the ground, but she wasn't the only one, the rest of the guards did as well. He turned his head around the room to see who caused it and that was when he saw Nina. She was doing her Grisha hand motions again, she was giving all the guards a heart attack and she made sure it was slow and painful. Inej and Kaz quickly ran to y/n, flipping her over and checking for injuries. There was a clear sign that y/n was shot on the abdomen, but the way she wasn't answering them was the most concerning part.

Kaz was overthinking again, like what if she never answers him again. What if she never tells him a joke that causes him to roll his eyes, what if she's not there when he wakes up. Kaz unconscious went to grab y/n's hand that was littered with cuts, he couldn't help but flinch back when he felt the coldness of her skin. Inej brought her hand up to check y/n's heartbeat with a panicked look, she started to sob, "y/n, no, don't leave us." Nina quickly came and started trying to help her, after a few minutes, Nina stopped. She looked down y/n's body as tears flooded her eyes, she shook her head.

Kaz sat still, motionless; his worst nightmare had became true. His eyes lingered on y/n's hands and then to her face. He didn't even get to say "I love you" back. y/n didn't get to hear him say it back.

Pekka Rollins did know how to destroy Kaz Brekker and he succeeded.

writers note: i was gonna make it happy but... no

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treacherous (j.p one shot)

PROMPT: based on treacherous by taylor swift. slight enemies to lovers? James Potter and Y/N can’t stand each other until they get to know each other. 

A/N: does not follow the timeline at all. the events are not accurate but let’s pretend for the sake of the fic lol. 

WARNINGS: mentions of death, a bit of wolfstar, and some sexual tension (brief)

WC: 5.6K+ (this is my longest fic yet omg) 

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treacherous (j.p one shot)

“You’re so goddamn reckless.” James hissed, slamming his fists down on the kitchen table. “You need to wait for my command. This wasn’t a solo mission, Y/N/N. We work as a fucking team around here.”

“If I waited for your command, Prongs,” you replied, rising from your seat. You acknowledged his nickname with a bitter taste in your mouth. You knew you had to listen to James because everyone listens to James but you knew your plan would work. “We wouldn’t have gotten the mission done.”

“You went rogue!”

“But we got it done, right?” you seethed, eye drilling holes in Prongs’ skull. You felt Sirius offer a comforting hand, placing his on top of yours. Your eyes flickered to look at your best friend, features visibly softening. You sighed, slowly feeling yourself come down from your anger. “That’s the important thing, Prongs. I’m done talking about this.”

“Yeah we got it finished but at what cost?” James pushed, not backing down from his dominant exterior. “You could’ve died, Y/N. We don’t trade lives around here.”

“You don’t have to act like you care about my well-being, Potter,” you spat, starting to limp away from the briefing. You sustained some minor injuries because of your decision but you knew you’d do it again if it came down to it. “We all know you just don’t want another person’s blood on your hands.”

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Stress out [R. H]

Rodrick Heffley x reader

Word count: 1.3k

N/A: I'm too stressed out, I wish I could have a Rodrick, but instead I wrote this lol

You dropped your head against the head of the bed, feeling how everything around you was spinning. You needed five minutes to rest from everything you were doing, but you were afraid of falling asleep on that little break. Your room was a mess, on your lap was a laptop, and you were surrounded by books, notes, and magazines.

Downstairs you heard your mother talking to someone and then the sound of the door closing, but you paid no attention to it and continued looking through the lined notebooks for something that could help you complete your essay. You were so focused that you didn’t hear the footsteps on the stairs or the boy who then leaned against the frame of your door.

"Hey"

"Rodrick?" you said looking at him. He wore a plaid shirt over a black one, skinny jeans, and his usual stained tennis shoes. He looked really cute with messy hair, but to be honest, he looked handsome either way. “What are you doing here? It's not Friday” you exclaimed and you had to look at the date on the calendar to make sure of that.

"I thought you wanted to see your boyfriend a little more," he said shrugging as he entered the room "Oh and we also have this thing, what is its name? Ah yes, algebra project” he joked and you closed your eyes in frustration.

"Shit! I had completely forgotten” you moaned and covered your face with both hands, feeling the stab of pain in your head increase considerably “God, I'm so sorry. Let me clean this place up a bit…” you said, reaching over the computer to pick up most of the documents. Rodrick instantly noticed your frown and tired eyes, but he said nothing and just sat in the swivel chair at your desk. “Mind if I take five more minutes to try and finish this paragraph? I don't want to lose the thread”

"Sure, no problem," he said with a small smile, putting his backpack aside and taking one of his notebooks. Actually, he wasn't going to do the homework, he was trying to complete a song for the band, but you didn't have to know that.

As the minutes passed (which were more than five) Rodrick could notice your frustration and when he noticed your slightly crystallized eyes, he knew it was time to intervene.

"Wow, time out," he said approaching you and carefully taking the computer away from you. Even though you moaned, he placed it on the table next to him "Are you okay?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, it seems that you are about to burst into tears and also forgot that I would come” he murmured taking a seat in front of you, leaning on one hand "I mean, you never forget anything, I'm the distracted one here"

"I'm fine, I just need to finish my essay so I can start with algebra and then with science class."

"Science is due next week and you still have two days for your essay," he said as an observation.

"I know, but I want to get a good grade and if I don't work on it from now on, I won't be able to do it well" you snorted and Rodrick grinned.

“For God's sake, Y/N, you'll get a good grade even if you do your work with your eyes closed. I always hand things over a day later and the teachers give me a wonderful C” he laughed, making you smile just a little too. But somehow the tears escaped from your eyes and then there was no way to stop them "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" he was quick to say, at your sudden change in mood, while he extended his arms so he could hug you. Although almost no one believed it, Rodrick was excellent at comforting people (but only you had the privilege of knowing) so that day he was no exception. "Tell me what's wrong, babe," he asked softly. His hands were already on your back, giving gentle strokes, and his cheek was resting against your head.

"I'm so sorry, it's just..." you sobbed, struggling to be able to say something coherent "I feel so pressured by the school and lately I have a hard time concentrating, which makes it even worse" you confessed, with your face hidden in his shirt "And today I completely forgot you were coming, we haven't talked for days because of the stupid school, we haven't had a date in weeks and I feel like the worst girlfriend in the world”

"No, you're not" she murmured against your hair, tightening her grip on your body "I've been busy with the band too, it's not all your fault"

"I can't take this fucking migraine anymore and I just can't finish anything I started" you continued, between sobs, and he felt her chest hurt a little when he heard you cry "I feel so frustrated" you completed. His hands were firm on your body and contrary to what you expected he smelled pretty good. He liked the cologne that he wore, very masculine and that he reminded you (for some reason) of the beach. And suddenly you realized that despite what you had said, things didn’t seem so terrible being in the arms of Rodrick. His cotton plaid shirt was warm and his chin resting on your head was reassuring. It was strange how a boy who seemed so rude and brusque could bring that peace to you.

"Love, I think you are burdening yourself with too much work" he exclaimed, once you were a little calmer "You should relax for a while, maybe that will work" he whispered tenderly and carefully separated from you. When you were about to complain you felt his hands go up to your shoulders and then he spoke again "You are too tense, let me help you, okay?" he hummed, and immediately afterward he began to massage your shoulders, gently, while you closed your eyes and gave in to his caresses. He was very good with his hands, a direct consequence of being a drummer.

He continued to do this for a few seconds, managing to make you more and more sleepy each time, until you felt his full lips press against yours in what began as a soft kiss. Suddenly the tension and stress were less and all your attention was directed to the feeling of your mouth against his. It's been a long time since you gave him a kiss (a proper one) and it didn't take long to get on his lap so you could deepen the contact. His hands traveled to your thighs (I loved putting them there) and yours went up to hold his face. Rodrick loved that you treated him like that, holding him by both cheeks as if he were something worth caring for. You separated just a few millimeters every so often to take a breath, but you kept your eyes closed, enjoying every part of your body in contact with his until finally you couldn't put it off any longer and you had to separate.

Your breathing was racing and when you brought your forehead to his you knew that Rodrick was also trying to catch his breath. Maybe it was thanks to the hormones that kiss had triggered in your brain, but the stress had definitely subsided.

"Better?" he asked and you could feel that victorious smile on your lips. You were finally able to imitate his smile as you brought your lips together for the second time making sure to kiss him more calmly.

"Somehow you always know what I need, my pretty boy" you praised him and he gave a little laugh as he nuzzled your nose with his.

"So do you want me to continue kissing you or do we do the algebra project?"

“Fuck the project. Fuck the school” you said without thinking twice and kissed him again while pushing him to lie on your bed.

In the end, you got a C on your project, but it was totally worth it.

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this is so sweet

oo ooo oooo for a dialogue with remus, you finding it really hard to convey your feelings so though you've never said it, he knows you love him but he has to stop himself from losing his shit when you actually say it for the first time

idk if this is lame but I'm in a remmy mood

nothing you could ask for is lame my love

"Remmy, I-"

"Yes?" he asked, eyes wide and expectant.

"You know, right?" you stumbled over your words as you tried with every your fiber to be vulnerable with him. "You gotta know I love you."

"I know, darling." he whispered, bringing your jaw up so that you were looking straight into his chocolate eyes. "And you have no idea how happy I am to hear it."

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