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Jealousy, Jealousy, and Jealousy

Pjsk boys x fem! reader

Summary: Oneshot: You and your boyfriend are having a nice walk around the park.... When a 'friend' from school 'runs into' you. Your boyfriend isn't very fond of this 'friend'. What do you do? Headcannons: how they act when they're jealous

This writing contains.... Shy reader...

A/N: results of this poll and this poll. No, the person with red quotes isn't Arata. Sorry if this isnt what you were expecting. I kinda wanted to go a bit more calm with this one. If you want something more spicy ✨dramatic✨, then just lmk :p yes i just discovered my kindle yes im using a kindle dont ask me why just had diff quotation marks. Just added a lil bit of hcs bc i felt like it :c

Kamishiro Rui:

denies it at first

Slyly

He'll be like

“Me? Little old me?”

if you keep calling him out, then he'll eventually admit it without shame

Gets super clingy when he's jealous

If youre in public, then he'll just hold your hand tightly and give you a kiss every now and then

If youre in private

Chances are you wont be going home tonight

As I gripped her hand gently, I continued rambling about my 'crazy' ideas for WonderlandxShowtime's upcoming show. As I finally run out of things to say, the calm silence fills the air, my eyes drifting to the beautiful view of the park, when the silence is suddenly interrupted.

“Y/N!”

An unfamiliar voice rings through my ears before I hear footsteps near towards the two of us.

“N/N! You did great in the school musical today!”

‘N/N....?’

I see a slightly familiar boy run up to Y/N and place his hands on her shoulders as he smiles brightly, pushing me aside as if I was nothing.

“....”

“U-Uh.... Thanks..?”

The girl says quietly and shyly, seeming a bit surprised by the sudden contact.

“Ah, pardon me.”

The boy says and retracts his hands from her shoulders.

“To celebrate your success, I wanted to maybe... Take you out for a drink? I've actually wanted to for a long time! I'll pay of course, I—”

“Ahem.”

“Hm?”

The boy turns towards me, as if he didn't know I was here.

“I believe N/N already has plans for the day.”

“Oh? Oh! That's fine! What about tomorrow? Tomorrow's fine right? After scho—”

“I'm afraid she has plans for tomorrow as well.”

“I do....?”

Placing a hand on her shoulder, I turn to her with a commanding grin.

“Why of course, dear. We were gonna go on a date tomorrow, remember?”

“.....”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Sorry Shenke.”

“Uh, that's alright! But you can always call me if you ever want to hangout.”

“... Okay....”

Due to him leaving the scene, I feel my shoulders unintentionally relax slightly, before turning back to Y/N.

“Now then, let's continue our walk, shall we?”

Taking her hand, I watch her nod to my words before we continue our walk around the park.

Absentmindly, I find myself humming to myself before Y/N's soft voice interrupts me.

“.... Rui..?”

“Hm? Yes, dear?”

“You.... What was that back there?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why'd you..... Yknow.... Say we were going out tomorrow? I mean, I don't have a problem with it but...”

“If you don't have a problem with it, then what's your point, N/N?"

“.... Rui, are you.... Are you.. Jealous?”

I chuckle and am quick to deny her words.

“Me? Jealous? Oh sweetie, why would I be jealous?”

“Well, I don't know, you just...... Nevermind..”

I smile at her and sigh out of relief internally as she drops the topi—

“Are you sure you aren't jealous?”

“I'm not jealous, okay Y/N? I have no need to be jealous, right?”

“I guess.....”

“Good. Now, I was thinking, for our next show, along the lines of—”

“I think you're jealous.”

I sigh and turn to her.

“What can I do to make you drop this topic?”

“.... Admit you're jealous..”

I sigh again, this time dramatically before placing a hand on her head.

“Fine, fine, I'm jealous. But I have every right to be, don't I? I hate it when someone asks you out right in front of my very eyes.”

“Rui you know I'd never leave you.”

“I do. Though I still can't stand it when someone invades your personal space.”

“But he wasn't really invading my—”

“Now come on, let's go to my house.”

“What, why?”

“I'm jealous, remember? When I get jealous, I tend to feel a bit more... Possessive..”

“You mean you're going to demand cuddles?"

“... Why must you say it as if it's a bad thing?”

Tenma Tsukasa:

kinda laughed it off when you first asked him if he was jealous

He tries not to think about it too much because he might end up actually convincing himself hes jealous

And he doesn't want that

If he does end up accepting it though

Then he'll just be like super super clingy

Lets say he got jealous when you guys were in public, and now your in one of your guys' houses

If its his house then he'll just pick you up and bring you to his room for cuddles

If its your house then he'll just basically do the same but without picking you up

Because of family

“So, what do you think? Brilliant, right?”

I asked the girl beside me, my smile shining brightly.

“.... Yes, it's very nice, Tsukasa. You should write your script more often.”

My smile widens after hearing her words, though I sadly admit,

“Unfortunately, I can't write the script all the time, or that would give me less time to work on my acting skills in detail. So—”

“Y/N!!!”

“Huh? Did you hear—”

Suddenly, a boy that appears to be around our age runs up to us, Y/N specifically, and places his hands on her shoulders.

“H-Huh? Who are—”

“N/N! You did so good in the musical today! Did you want to celebrate? I was thinking we could go to this new bakery today that my parents just opened up!"

“U-Um....”

I could see Y/N's eyes drifted away from the boy, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Excuse me, but I believe my co-star is already occupied with spending the day with her boyfriend!”

“Huh??? You have a boyfriend? Since when??”

The boy seemed genuinely confused but also a bit suspicious as he spoke.

“Since—”

“Since I confessed my astounding love towards this beautiful girl that you're asking out.”

“.... Really? Well, regardless, do give me a call if you want to.. hangout. You have my number!”

And with that, the boy walked off, leaving me standing with my hands on my hips.

Turning my head towards Y/N I speak in an unintentional slightly commanding tone.

“Why do you have his number?”

“I needed it for a school project we had to work on a while ago.... Why?”

“You know, you shouldn't give your number to strangers!”

“... But he's not a stranger.”

“Still, you know, I'm thinking maybe you should delete him from your contacts. Boys like him—”

“Tsukasa...”

I stop talking and smile at her as she calls me by my name.

“Yes, dear Y/N?”

“Are you..... Jealous?”

“J-Jealous? Me? Of course not! As a star such as myself could never be jealous over anyone!”

“A-Are you sure? You're acting a bit weird..”

I nod my head to her question, the big smile still present on my face.

“I'm one hundred percent sure, my dear co-star! A star should never lie!”

“.... You sound jealous to me.”

“N/N, everything is not always as it seems or sounds. You've got to learn that in li—”

“Why are you jealous?”

I look at her, confused. I thought I just said I wasn't jealous. Or does she not believe me?

“Y/N, I-I told you I'm not jealous! Why won't you believe me?”

She stays silent, thinking for a few moments, before replying.

“You're just acting a bit different than usual, that's all.”

What's this I feel on my forehead? Sweat?

“I... I have no idea what you're talking about!”

Aoyagi Toya:

was genuinely confused when he got jealous

“What is this feeling?”

He'll probably talk to you about it

When you end up telling him he's probably jealous, he'll just be like ‘oh’

Then he starts asking questions like

“I didn't do anything rash, right?”

bro thinks he turned evil just because he became a lil jealous

You have to convince him he didn't do anything wrong

Or he'll probably beat himself up(metaphorically, ofc)

He might just hold your hand a bit tighter for the rest of the day

He gets super quiet if someone starts obviously flirting with you

he may be a little dense but he aint dumb

If he sees youre uncomfortable though, he'll step in to protect you

I close the door behind Y/N as we walk into the arcade, a small smile on my face as I do so. I've been waiting for this arcade date for a long time. Finally, we can have some time for oursel—

“Y/N!!!!”

My thoughts are interrupted by a loud male voice coming from the crane game direction.

A boy suddenly runs up to us, almost crashing into Y/N due to his current speed.

“Y/N, Y/N! You did so great at the school musical today that I just had to get you this plush to celebrate!”

The boy talks before energetically handing Y/N a bunny plush.

“Um, thanks.... This is very... Sweet of you.”

“You're welcome! Hey, since we're both here, do you wanna hangout together? Maybe grab a bite when we're done?”

I turn my head to Y/N, waiting to see her answer, as it would be impolite for me to butt into someone else's conversation.

“S-Sorry, but I'm on a date with someone already.”

“Y... You are?”

Looking surprised, he turns his towards me, before blinking and turning back to Y/N.

“Oh! That's okay! I'll see you later then.”

After the boy walks off, I look at the big bunny plush in her hand, and have a sudden urge to go the crane game section.

“I'd like to try my luck at a few crane games, if you don't mind.”

“Huh? Oh that's fine.”

I smile slightly and grasp her hand before leading her to the crane game sections.

“What plushie do you want?”

“Me?”

I watch Y/N's eyes shift from each of the crane games, before her mouth opens as she points to a plushie in one of the machines.

“I kind of want that cat plushie.”

“Alright.”

I walk up to the machine which holds the desired plushie and enter a few coins inside.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

“Mhm.”

I hum absentmindedly, my attention focused on the crane machine and the plush.

Y/N soon returns from the bathroom 5 minutes later to see me waiting for her with a boatload of plushies in my arms, before handing them to her.

“Toya? How did you get so many plushies while I was gone?? It's been like, 5 minutes.. Why did you get me all these?”

“I had a sudden urge to get you some plushies when I say that boy give you that plushie. It's weird....”

“You.... Did?”

I nod as she takes some of the plushies from my hands.

“I felt this weird feeling when that boy came up to you. I don't know why, but I really didn't like it when he put his hands on your shoulders.”

“Maybe you were just.... Jealous...?”

“Jealous?”

I tilt my head to the side, not having thought of that concept.

“Hm. Is that a bad thing?”

“Well... As long as you don't do anything rash.... I don't see anything wrong with it... Though, you know, you shouldn't be jealous... I mean... It's... Not like I would leave you anyway..”

A small smile curls on my lips after hearing her words, causing me to pat her head gently.

“I know that, I.... I'm sorry for being jealous.”

Shinonome Akito:

When this boy gets jealous

He gets moody af

And also clingy

You tell him he's jealous? Denial denial denial

“I'm not jealous! That's just stupid.”

He will never admit it for the life of him

he gets super possesive over you when hes jealous

If youre in private

Chances are you wont be going home for at least a week/j

But seriously

You probably wont be going home that night

“Oh, here it is! The new cheesecake place my sister found. I hope their cheesecake is actually decent.”

I open the door for me and Y/N, my hand not leaving hers as we enter the small cafe.

We wait in line for a minute or two before I hear a voice.

“Next— eh? Y/N? Hey, what's up?”

My head perks up from my phone and to the voice behind the counter.

“Oh, hi.”

I see Y/N give a shy wave to the boy, before the boy talks again.

“It's nice to see you again. I've actually been thinking recently, maybe we could go out sometime to—”

“Hey, can I get two cheesecakes please?”

I cut the boy's sentence short, lightly slamming my hand on the counter.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

The boy takes a couple of plates before continuing his sentence.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I was thinking maybe we could—”

“Oh, and here's the money for mine and hers.”

I slam the money down on the counter while making eye contact with the boy.

“Dude, do you mind? I'm tryna ask a girl out.”

“Actually, I do mind. That's my girlfriend you're trying to ask out.”

....

He narrows his eyes at me and I do just the same.

While speaking, he slams the two plates of cheesecake on the counter.

“Here's your cheesecake.”

“Thanks.”

I walk away aggressively as I grip Y/N's hand.

I plop down on a chair by the table, feeling moody.

...

“....Are you—”

“No, I'm not jealous! Why would you think that? You're not gonna leave me for him, obviously, I know that!”

....

“I was just gonna ask if you were gonna use that fork. They only gave us one.”

....

“I'll go get another one.”

I go to the counter to obtain a fork before handing it to Y/N after returning.

....

“So.... Why are you jealous?—”

“I'm not jealous!”

“But your actions show that you are..”

I see her look away shyly as she takes a small bite of her cheesecake.

“You know... I'll never leave you...”

“I know I know....”

“So...”

“I'm sorry, okay?”

Requests are always welcome until 12/24/23!

Step 2 confession. Do you ever think about how this must have looked like for their classmates? For them it would've been like, the two love-dorks that have been pining for each other for FIVE years suddenly return to school holding hands after just one random summer.

YEAH

like assuming the school goes up from grade school to middle, everyone knows abt your lil love story

and ofc they're all teasing you, which sucks for cove either way. bc if he's cold, he mainly sticks to you. and if he's warm/ in between, his other friends tease him for running to you.

omg... imagine you're in school, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder while you read a book or smth

if you're seen holding hands at any point.... it's an uproar OMG IMAGONE HOLDING HANDS UNDER THE DESK N SOMEONE BENDS DOWN TO PICK UP A PENCIL N HIT THE TABLE WHILE SCREAMING ABT U HOLDING HANDS.....

okay maybe ik I just had shitty teachers but I imagine some of the more bitter, evil teachers will try to keep you two apart. some will be like "its good for you! you should make friends!"

especially to cove, and puts the same pressure on you if you're nervous and reserved.

omg. imagine someone confesses to you or him, well if it's you cove is all "oh..." *twiddles thumbs*

he explodes when u tell him u said no bc you like someone else/are seeing someone (if you say boyfriend he screams n eventually hugs u to hide his face)

if it's him, he flounders ofc but he does say no and that he likes you very much. if they're persistent then eventually he yells that he's dating you.

yeah. no matter what he like snaps.. middle of class? lunch room? after-school pickup? yeah he'll say it in front of anyone n everyone somehow

OK im... not ngl I was just gonna agree w you n ramble a bit but I'm spiraling LOL

but imagine you get into high school, ofc some kids you knew will be there and eventually it'll spread around your high school as well

THERES PRBLY PICS TOO... say like during group songs or events, or group photos, etc. there's a 50/50 chance cove is looking at you, or you him.

omg imma have to make a whole post on school hc's... pls this is so juicy

OH MY GOD WHEN TEACHERS KNOW YOURE DATING...

"hey no handholding!" cove would jump 10ft and blush n hide his face

wrapping an arm around one another? a teacher is chastising you or pulling you apart (PLS I HAD THAT HAPPEN TO ME, I CANT RMBR HER NAME BUT LISTEN HERE MS.PRINCIPAL YOU WERE FUCKING UP MY RIZZ!!!)

omg. cove tries to rizz you all the time, no matter how minor. he just wants to be close to you ok n sometimes he's not above a lil PDA he can't help it sometimes

I imagine you definitely get caught tryna kiss too. don't let it be by your classmates or a loud mouth teacher who rats u out in front of the students or other teachers YOU NEVER LIVE IT DOWN

bruh now I wanna go to school w cove.. I'd rizz him up so bad too, he'd have to walk to math class w a blush on his face and hearts popping off him bc you've given him the Fattest kiss or flirted w him all lunch n he's LOVING IT

hihihi

uhm so am i allowed to request again (i don’t wanna spam) 😭😭🙏

and if i am can u pls do a rui x hopeless romantic best friend reader (i’m totally normal about best friends to lovers lmfao)

so like the reader is always yapping about hot guys and it’s a little angsty at first because rui is thinking to himself ‘why did i have to fall inlove with someone that won’t ever choose me’ and then one day a hot guy comes up to reader and asks her out, reader is about to say yes but then she realises that she barely knew him and there was someone (rui) who had been by her side since day one and she figures out who she really loves (RUIII) so she rejects him and when rui asks why she just hugs him and says ‘because your the one i really want’ mwah mwah i feel like such a genius (i really hope this made sense lmao be prepared for a million bestie-> lovers and angst-> fluff rui requests 😼)

thank youyoyoyoyoyuuu!!

hi guys! i’m so so incredibly sorry for how inactive i have been! unfortunately, the fanfic writer curse caught up to me, and i’ve had considerably bad things happen to me! ToT

i had developed a really bad addiction after a recent episode - which may be why i’ve loved to write my characters so miserable, but they get a happy ending in the end - and have recently relapsed after a couple months. i’ve also been struggling with a lot of things, like being bullied again, pressure from theater, classes, autism, parental issues, memory of past trauma, having no friends, things like that. i’ve just been having a really hard time, so writing has been super difficult for me. i’m currently having some of the worst mental health in my life, and am un-recovering from other things i’ve had in the past too, after seeing the results of my recovery. sorry if this triggered anybody, i just needed to get this off my chest, and felt also that i should explain where i have been. you all supporting me has kept me going, and i hope you enjoy this one too! LETS END THE PITY PARTY!!!

in other - not so depressing news - here you guys go!! sorry for OOCness, obviously this is a more dramatic approach to a story! happy ending, j tried to write the inner narration differently for how you two were feeling at the time.. and ty once again for such a great idea, mama ^3^

“I don’t think I could stand to be where you don’t see me.”

If he has to sit here and listen to this one more time, he thinks he’ll go insane.

Rui Kamishiro loves you. He truly does. You’re his best friend, his partner in crime, his-

Never mind.

Rui loves you, but he absolutely HATES your taste in guys, and it’s driving him nuts. Nodding and agreeing can only get him so far before he wants to rip his own hair out, and tonight is no exception.

“I give up! All boys are dumb, I don’t need them!” You lament, resting your chin in your hands. It’s the same song and dance over and over. You swear off boys, you get attention, you get sucked in, and he has to pick up the pieces when it inevitably fails. How many times has he thought about how much better he would treat you now? He doesn’t know. He’d be a classical lover, he’d never speak to you the way those stupid unprincipled high school boys do.

Gross. That’s his best friend, why’d he think that? And when did he start being so self confident? He really outta look at himself in the mirror. What an egomaniac he’s turning out to be.

He shakes his head.

“You do know I’m still a boy, right?” He prods, trying to cheer you up. He knows this situation well, and he knows exactly how to make you feel better. Again he’d pull you out of this, and again he’d watch you fall in love.

He wishes you could be happy. He wishes you weren’t in love with being in love. You’re too pure for true love, love is disgusting, depraved, and unkind. You’re not anything like that.

“I know, I know, but you’re the only good one!” You point, words self-assured. “I don’t need a boyfriend, you do everything boyfriendy for me anyway!”

Ouch. Thanks a lot, that’s exactly what he needed to hear right now. He’s not gonna dwell on that last bit for now, he’ll wait until he’s home. Then he can- he doesn’t know. Cry, or something juvenile like that.

“So I’m back-up-boyfriend?” He masks himself in jest, smiling teasingly at you.

“Eh, maybe,” you snicker, “you’d definitely be cute if you weren’t my friend.”

He turns to his school work sharply, trying to mask his complete and utter despair. Ugh, why does he have to be so dramatic? His own personality makes his skin crawl with disgust and hatred, and that only makes him cringe more. He could think about how obnoxious he is all day. Maybe he should use that go home and cry pass early. He pretends to check the time, as if that isn’t all he’s been doing.

“It’s getting late, after this problem I should get going.” He mutters, scribbling some random numbers into his notebook. You yawn in response, being broken out of absentmindedly scrolling through your phone.

“Ugh, I wish you didn’t have to go!” You drape an arm over his torso, trying to hold him in. He smiles fondly, wrestling to get you off of him.

“I’d have to walk home in the dark then, do you want that?” He knows you’d never let him, and he sees it immediately.

Your face looks knowing, and you let him go right away. It amuses him at first, but quickly fills him with overwhelming pity. You’re so kindhearted it makes him sick. You shouldn’t worry about someone like him, it’s bad for your health.

“Would you like me to walk home with you?!” You shoot up, the idea of him not being safe running through your head. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut. How emasculating! He’s not a helpless young girl! He’s just as manly as those boys who you long for, he’s not a puppy to be walked!

God, is jealously turning him into a bigot? He shakes his head once again, this time not just to clear his thoughts. He’s absolutely not letting you walk him home, it’d be mortifying. He takes your attention belly up, you should have a break. Maybe some time to yourself for a change? God, Rui, get a grip.

“I’m fine, I don’t want you out late by yourself either,” he assures, looking at you in haste.

“Ah. You have a point.”

“I always do.” He means more to that, and he wishes he could tell you. He wants you to see that even he knows what he’s talking about. He needs you to see him, just for once. Not as a best friend, or backup boyfriend, just as a regular one. As a lover who dances in the rain, or ties your shoes

He needs to stop. He shouldn’t think about you like that. It’s lecherous.

You two exchange goodbyes, giving him a long hug (much to his horror). He hates how feverish it is it hold you like this, it makes him feel guilty. His body gets hot, his cheeks flare up, his throat feels tight- it makes him feel like a pervert, even if his thoughts are the farthest thing from lewd.

He feels that everything he thinks about you is repulsive, though.

“Be safe”’s and “See you later”’s are passed between you two, and he walks down your front steps, now completely alone. His eyes scan the damp pavement, seeing the golden hues from the sky light the boring rock. That’s how he feels about you, he decides. You’re the sun, and he’s the pavement. He humors himself by thinking that your suitors are the clouds, stopping you from shining your light for him so he can grow weeds in the cracks of his soul. That’s what these feelings are. Weeds.

He wants to live life beautifully with you, he decides. He wants to tie your shoes, he wants to twirl you as you dance.

He wishes he could be the moon. Something of consequence- of importance, but he’s just the pavement. Not the earth, not the stars, not the clouds, or rain, he’s just a man made monster who destroys nature - you - and is walked over by people who do matter.

He should quit being this way, he grumbles, it doesn’t do anybody any good to be so flowery. He’s too girly- too weak. Maybe that’s why you don’t like him. If you’re willing to date anything that moves other than him, that must mean he’s on a completely new level, huh?

That’s what dreaming gets you, Rui. Crushed dreams and embarrassment.

He lets out a pitiful sigh, kicking a pebble with his shoe. He sees a worm in a lawn which reminds him of himself, he sees a couple shopping for a new game which reminds him of you, he sees a convenience store which reminds him that he’s hungry-

His life can be so mundane sometimes, what a drag.

He’s about to reach his front door, when he steps into a puddle. It feels like an appropriate representation of his life right now. A sense of disgraceful hilarity washes over him, and he begins to laugh. He laughs a while, he laughs as he takes his shoes off, he laughs as he peels his button up down, and he laughs as he lays in his bed. How dramatic he could be some times!

He falls asleep quickly. He has a dream about being on stage and forgetting his lines.

He wakes up with a thud, he fell out of bed. How embarrassing. He decides to check his phone.

Weirdo: RUII

Weirdo: wanna hang w me 2day?? u don’t have dance time right??

Weirdo: gonna kill you. WAKE UP

Me: I’m awake, sorry!

Weirdo: finally sleeping beauty

Weirdo: wanna get a snack? i’m simply starved…

Me: When?

Weirdo: an hr maybe…

Me: Okay :) I’ll tell you when I leave.

Weirdo: kay!!

He really doesn’t feel like being social today, but he’d never pass up an opportunity to see you. He’s an obscene degenerate when it comes to you, pouncing on your attention like a sick dog. It’s mortifyingly pathetic.

He gets dressed, throwing on a boring striped sweater. It’s getting colder outside recently, and he’s always ran cold anyway. His hands are shaky and nervous as he brushes his teeth, the anxiousness to see you making his body jittery. He considers breakfast, but quickly shuts the idea down. He doesn’t want to be stressed out - at least more than he already is - when he sees you. Twitchy hands lock his door, and he gets a few feet away before he double checks that he did, in fact, lock it. Pull yourself together, Rui! He screams at himself.

The walk is just as unexciting as he expected, albeit a bit chilly. He’s feeling thankful for the sweater. The breeze runs its hands through his hair, and he’s reminded that winter is coming. He always liked Autumn flowers the best, hibiscus flowers are pretty too, he supposes. It’s nice to have the warmth of the sun soothing his cold hands during summer, for sure.

He trips over a rock on the way, and his pants get wet on the knees. Khaki blends into an ugly brown, and he sighs. How unlucky, would anything go right for him today?

Turns out it will, you look really good today.

You great him at the door, practically buzzing with eagerness. It makes him smile, knowing that you do, in fact, want to see him. Or at least are acting like it. You’re a good friend to him, he’s lucky to have you.

“Rui!” You hug him as a greeting, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. His heart soothes, eyes closing in relaxation. Problems feel obscure and distant when you two are like this, despite his reluctance last night. He can forget about corrupt feelings - or misguided love- and he can just be your best friend. Despite his apprehension to be cared for, he is flattered that you, at least, seem to like him.

“Hey.” He breaths you in, his voice soft. He hopes you don’t notice, it’s embarrassing.

“Hey!” You reply, pulling away. “Big things planned, Rui!”

“What big things?” He asks, amused. “Big things” for you were junk food and shopping.

“Big things! It’s a surprise!” You put your shoes on, and he can’t help but feel jealous as he watches your hands tie them dutifully. He sighs, stretching. He decides to make it a challenge to act normal the whole day. No weird thoughts are going to beguile his mind, he promises himself.

You lock your front door, twisting the knob to make sure that it did, in fact, lock. This fills him with a child-like sense of delight, maybe you two really were similar.

Nah, not possible. You’re too pure - too perfect. Ugh, Rui, no more stupid thoughts.

He watches you check the time, make a face at a nearby bird, and cover your cheeks with your hands. You suddenly perk up, wrapping your arms around him.

“Warm me up, will ya?” You scowl at the cool air, grip tightening. He gulps. It’s weird he reacts like this, considering you two have done things like this all the time. It’s normal, so why does he have to be such a creep? His arms wrap around yours, running his hands up and down to create heat.

“Should’ve worn a jacket,” he chides, “wouldn’t be cold, y’know?” His voice is so casual, like everything is totally fine. It is fine. Fine, fine, fine.

“Gotta look good. I’m on the hunt, obviously,” you joke. It isn’t funny to him, but he lets out a laugh.

“You’re hopeless.”

You two stop at a convenience store first, and you all but sprint to the drinks. He had this ritual down to a science. You grab two different color slushies, and he grabs whatever odd snack catches your collective stomachs eye today. Today the two of you decide to split a cookie, and walk to the counter. The cashier gives you a smirk, and he averts his eyes.

“This it?” The boy cocks his head, and you get the memo. You immediately jump on the opportunity.

“Mhm!” You wink, resting your chin in your hands while leaning against the counter. In all honestly, he wasn’t even that cute. At least, that’s what Rui kept telling himself.

“Don’t worry about it, than. I got you guys,” he waves you off. Score! You think, but he adds. “If I can get your number.” Rui feels like falling into the floor, how awkward! You just scribble it onto a stray receipt, winking.

“Thank you! You’re the sweetest!!” You singsong, skipping along with Rui following suite. You immediately burst into laughter, throwing a fake punch at Rui. “What a weirdo! Like I’d call him over what, 1000 yen?! I don’t even know him, yuck!”

So you did have some sense, he feels like letting out a sigh of relief. You hold your hands out.

“Which one do you want? I got your favorite!!” You look so proud, and he wants to laugh. His “favorite” isn’t actually his favorite, but he’d never tell you that.

The lie started one day in middle school, when the two of you suddenly had a weird craving for slushies. When you picked them out, you had gotten a red one and a blue one, and asked him what he wanted. While he really didn’t like red, he knew you liked blue, so he said red. Now for the past four years, you’ve always ended up getting him a red one, thinking it was his favorite. He’ll deal with it for you. Seeing your blue tongue stick out with brain freeze is better than any sugary drink anyway.

“Red, duh.” He scoffs playfully, taking a sip of it. The taste doesn’t really bother him all that much anymore. It reminds him of you.

You always let him divide the snacks, thinking he gives himself the bigger half. He never does, but he eats slower so you think he did. You skip along, enjoying it.

“Y’know, this isn’t bad. Wish they had the brownie, though. That never does us wrong.” God, don’t make him think of the ‘crack brownies’ - as you two call them. Those are great, and he likes them, so you never miss an opportunity to shove them down his throat.

“Don’t complain. Remember the egg roll incident?” He points, laughing at the memory. You two steer clear of that section now, having gotten sick.

“Ugh, I haven’t thought about that in a while! I’m never eating an egg roll again after that day! Ugh,” you gag.

Moments of silly memories like this make him feel like he’s known you forever. He can’t even remember a moment where he hasn’t loved you.

“Where’re we going now, commander?” He salutes, following the trail of sunshine you left behind.

“Where ever the wind blows us, kind sir!” You salute back, pushing him along. Your constant checks of your phone don’t go unnoticed by him, and he fights the urge to roll his eyes.

“Who’re you texting? Don’t tell me it’s that guy.” He tries to sound casual, knocking his shoulder against yours playfully.

“‘M not a total idiot, I’ll have you know!” You huff, holding your phone to your chest. “It’s just somebody we went to school with a while back, ‘m seeing if I can pull the moves.”

“Do I know him?”

“Dunno, never saw you two talking, so maybe not. He was in my english class, remember, the only class we didn’t have together?”

“Ah.”

You two walk in silence, except for when he yanks you back from the collar so you don’t walk into oncoming traffic, which amuses you greatly. You two soon arrive at the small mall, and he tails you as you run with excitement. You two browse everything, constantly pointing out cute plushies, or interesting keychains.

“Rui, look! Look!” You shake him, pointing to the back of somebody’s head inconspicuously. “Wait don’t yet- Okay, now! He’s turning around! That’s the guy! What a coincidence we see him here, right? Do you recognize him?”

Ha. Yeah, he knows this guy. He definitely knows him. He’s the one who would trip him during passing periods, he’s the one who left flowers on his desk. They make eye contact, and it’s like all of his growth left his body. He’s just the same freak from middle school, he’s still thirteen.

He shudders at the guys smirk, sensing that he definitely knows that Rui knows him. He jogs over to the two of you, and Rui already knows what’s about to happen, due to the lopsided smile on your face.

Damnit, this is the first time he doesn’t think he can act like it’s okay.

“Oh wow, what a coincidence! Must be fate we run into each other like this, ehe…” You giggle awkwardly, a dumb expression gracing your face. It’s painful seeing you that way for anybody other than him, and he looks away awkwardly.

“Must be.” He answers, swaggering closer towards you. Rui thanks whatever God above because - despite his current situation - at least this asshole didn’t go to highschool with you guys.

He looks down at his shoes, and tries to shuffle away, knowing this jackass is about to say something. He’s quickly stopped.

“Who’s this, huh? Feel like a recognize him from somewhere…” He trails off, smirking through his nose as he turns his attention to him. “Have we met before?”

“This is Kamishiro Rui, he’s my friend! He went to middle school with us, remember?” You happily answer for him.

Ha, friend? What happened to back-up boyfriend? He’s a little hurt, to be honest.

He feels bitter, it’s unbecoming- God, he doesn’t care. He should feel bad for getting so angry over it, it’s not like you belong to him. He’s such a freak, getting attached to you like this.

He starts to pick at his fingers, then he plays with a loose string on his sweater. You two continue to chat like nothings wrong, and he keeps thinking. It’s something he’s gotten good at recently.

He stops feeling bad about himself for a second- a split second where he resents you, and wishes his pain upon you. Wants you to know what it’s like to be so disgustingly, guiltily, revoltingly obsessed with someone. In this split second, he can’t even find it in himself to feel guilty about it, which is unlike him. He wishes you felt love like this, that you were as psychotic about it.

But this doesn’t last long, because he remembers that he loves you more than anything. He’s lucky to be your friend. You’re a great friend, you’re an amazing person, you’re the sun, the sun, the sun.

He’s the pavement, he has to remember.

“I’m- I’ll leave you to it, y’know? Fabric store.” He stutters, choking on his voice. You don’t even notice, waving him off.

You do, however, remember to press his shoulder, uttering an absentminded “Okay, Rui, bye,” and he remembers again how perfect you are for doing it subconsciously. He lets himself feel the touch, long after he’s walked away. He deserves it after the trouble he’s reliving.

When he makes it to the fabric store - which he really didn’t need anything from, Nene had gotten some the other day - he can’t help himself from wishing he could just go home. Malls were always overwhelming already, and now his saving grace has the attention of another man. He walks through aisles, but realizes that he now has to buy something.

‘Least he knows that social cue, he laughs bitterly, running his hands across his face in frustration. He’s so ridiculous.

Meanwhile, you were chatting up a storm. It was your first time talking in person since middle school, after all! You feel giddy for a while, but it cuts abruptly. You feel a strange sense of urgency, something’s missing.

Oh, your best friend.

But where had he gone? You’re sure he was just here. You smile apologetically at the cute boy, putting on your best performance.

“Oh, I better go get my friend now. I don’t like walking home when it’s late. Was nice seein’ you, let’s hang out soon, ‘kay?” You singsong, stepping closer. You want to give yourself a pat on the back, you’re so cute.

He rolls his eyes, and you’re hit with a wave of uneasiness. That noise he made sounds strangely dismissive, he’s not the kind of guy to be a jerk though, you must be hearing things-

“Leave ‘im. Between you and me, he was a total freak in middle school. Probably is now, too. Probably likes you or somethin’, total nutcase.” His voice sounds so casual, like it’s not the douchiest thing you’ve heard all day.

You let other men walk all over you, sure. You let them cheat on you, lie, whatever. But you’re not about to stand here and insult Rui. He’s the only untouched thing in your life - the only person who isn’t cruel. He’s so gangly and awkward, but in the best way. You could live a million times and not be able to deserve him, at least you think so. He’s so unusual, and that’s what you love most about him. Little things like not liking loud lights, or liking the red slushies the best, make your heart buzzy with familiarity. He’s the one constant in your life.

You’ve been awfully worried about him recently, though. His particularly (as you like to call it) has gone to the an extreme, and it’s been a battle getting him to eat real food. You’re not blind, you see the way he’s been spacing out, or tapping a little too much. You just thought he’d been overwhelmed. He worries you to death sometimes, but despite all of his own struggles, he always seems to not care about it, deciding to always be there for you instead. Ah, he’s just such an amazing guy - no, not guy, he’s not anything like those other boys you talk to. He’d never insult someone like that. He’s not just a guy, he’s like your person.

Yeah, he’s definitely your person.

Your heart sputters at the thought, and you feel something you’ve never really felt before - save for hugs between the two of you that lasted just a second too long, or words a little too romantic. The feeling makes your mind fuzzy, and your heart hurt terribly with something you could only place as homesickness.

Oh.

“I,” you begin, backing away. “Yeah, I’m sorry but I’ll really be going now-“

“What? C’mon I was just messing with you, even though having guy friend’s kinda weird.” He rolls his eyes.

“Yeah whatever, I’ll call you back,” you say dismissively.

You’re totally lying, you laugh, you’re not calling him back.

He didn’t seem to like that.

“Damn, can’t even joke around with you people. Whatever, weirdo, sorry I insulted your little boyfriend.” The change in tone amuses you.

Yeah, good riddance, pal.

You turn away, walking through the mall with pace. It takes a while, but you spot him watching a pet stores aquarium.

He’s a funny one.

You wave your hands, trying to get his attention. He swallows, knowing that it’s probably to ask him if it’s cool to walk home by himself. Emotions are stupid, and ironically, you both think that at the same time.

“Rui! Rui! Hey c’mon, let’s go home, yeah?” You smile, face feeling warm. It’s a different feeling from when you usually talk to him. He looks at you, a little shocked. He had assumed you were smiling wide because you set up a date, so he turns his head.

“Where is he, huh?” He looks away, back to the fish tank. You shift in place, was he mad at you? You’re a little irritated at the mention of the guy, though, and huff.

“Don’t worry about that. Seems like I only attract douchebags, so I decided to go.” You explain, poking his shoulder. “Hey,” you start, “let’s just walk home, I wanna talk to you about something.” The idea makes you feel dizzy, but you’ll have to illustrate your feelings one day.

You can leave out the “I think I’m in love with you” part, you think.

The two of you walk in an excruciating silence, staring down at the reflection of the setting sun in the puddles. His heart tightens, remembering his earlier comparison. Even now, you’re so perfect. Even if he’s frustrated with you - despite you turning down the guy in the end (he doesn’t know why, he wanted to ask) - even if he’s ready to scream, and cry, and ask you what it is he did for you to be so turned off by him, he still thinks you’re the most heavenly, divine person to ever grace his view. He wants to be where you see him, he wants to be in your orbit.

“You’re like the sun-“ He blurts out, immediately regretting it. He didn’t mean to say that, God, he’s so fucking stupid. He sees you stop walking, smiling that same stupid, dopey, lopsided smile that he’s always so jealous of-

Oh. It’s for him.

He chokes, stopping to meet you eye-to-eye. You look up at him too, laughing giddily.

“What does that mean?”

He sputters, stepping away. “N-no it’s nothing- It was stupid anyway so-“

“No, tell me!” You urge, laughing a little harder. “What if it was something bad, ‘nd you were making fun of me? That’s not nice, Rui!”

“I- Hey-“ His voice goes a touch higher, a defensive tone rising. “That’s not-“

“Then tell me.”

“It’s just,” he breaths, trying to word it in the least creepy way possible. How does convey the fact that he sees you as a divine presence, that he sees himself as a worthless creature compared to you, without sounding like he’s hopelessly possessed by love for you? “I just- you’re so amazing,” he starts, “I thought of this stupid thing the other day when I was walking home - you know how I am - and well, I just thought of you when the sun reflected off the pavement - since it rained, y’know? - and well, it just- Sorry, it was dumb-“ He rambles, covering his face in anguish.

Nobody’s ever put that much thought into you. Sure, you’ve received a few ‘You’re so gorgeous’’s, where you’ve had to wonder where they learnt such a “big word”, but never something as poetic as that. The usual Rui-ratic explanation endeared you to him even more. You look at him, the smile never leaving. He’s just… so Rui. His stupid striped sweater, his half up hair - that you’d begged him to grow out - his eyes, whatever. Everything about him you treasure, and little do you know he cherished you even that more intensely.

“I think you’re the moon, Rui. Or maybe the earth, since I take care of you, hah!” You snicker, stepping closer to him. He takes a step back in return, and you grab his hands to make him stay put. His heart throbs, and he almost goes crashing down.

“I.. I don’t-“

You yank his hands, making him look back up at you. “Hey, Rui, I,” you look at him assuringly, “I wanna say something, and you can’t laugh okay?”

He holds his breath, so do you.

Fuck it, just tell him.

“I think I’m in love with you, Rui.” You gaze at him, the words shooting out faster than you can second guess them.

“I don’t-“ He breaks away, his fists balling up. You messed up, you think, you really, really messed up. “I’m not- I’m not going to- You can’t just say that because you got rejected. I- It wouldn’t be nice to- You don’t love me-“

“Rui,” you beg, grabbing his arm again, “holding hands on the way to school, cuddling while doing homework, knowing everything about eachother, these aren’t-“ You breath, “I’ve wanted somebody to love me for so long, Rui, and I was so blind to the fact that I was loved. But the love that I felt for you, - that I feel for you - Rui, isn’t the kind where I can be- where I can just be so- so normal about those things!” You monologue, saying whatever’s on your mind. You’re the rambling one now.

“I found myself comparing you to these piece-of-garbage dude’s I’m always with, wishing I could just date somebody like you instead! But now I realize that it is you-“

His heart falls into his gut, and he breaks free from you again. His hands move to his face, covering his eyes. His voice is broken and cracky as he begins to cry. “That was- you-“ He pulls you into a desperate embrace, arms holding you like you’ll disappear. “You shouldn’t, you’re wrong.” He sobs, “I’m- the way I love you is- You don’t understand, the way I feel isn’t normal I- My love is disgusting, and horrible, and depraved-“ He shakes, you rub his back. “You are so perfect compared to me, I’d never be able to- I love you so much, more than friends are supposed to, more than anyone’s supposed to at our age-“

“Rui, hey Rui please don’t cry.” You beg, smoothing out the ridges in his sweater. “I don’t- I don’t agree with that, and I can scream that at you, but I’m sure you won’t believe me. You’re not disgusting for feeling emotions different, Rui that’s what I love about you.”

“Stop- stop saying my name like that. It’s too hard to-“

“Rui, I love you. You don’t need to accept it, but I love you. More than being in love, more than being loved-“

“I love you, too,” his voice cracks, “that’s why I’m so scared. I don’t want to ruin a friendship that’s all I have, if this is just- I’m scared I’d lose you in any way, and I can’t live in a world where you don’t see me. I won’t. It’s sounds horrible but-“ He stops as you pull away from the hug, and wipes his face hastily. You put your pinky out, and his stomach drops again.

“C’mon, just like when we were kids. Pinky promise that no matter what, we’ll always see each other. That way you don’t need to worry anymore, y’know? I never break my kissy pinky promises, ever.”

Just like when you two were little.

He locks his with yours, just like you taught him all those years ago. He remembers your shared handshake for theater, he remembers your shared handshake for testing, and he remembers the song you two had to duet for choir - when you have forced him into it for a year. He holds everything of you so dear to his heart, you endear everything about him to you as well.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I see you.”

“I see you, too.”

You two kiss your hands, then bring them down, still interlinked. You stare at him, and he stares back at you. In a moment of profound sincerity, you lean forward, and kiss him. It’s slow and gentle, and you unlock your hands half way through to hold his face, which he mirrors. His heart settles for the first time. You see him. He’s your moon, your earth, you’re his sun, his stars.

He’s suddenly alarmed by a quick pushing off of him, gasping out a “Rui!”

“I-“ he pants, wiping his mouth. “Hm?”

“we’re in the middle of a park!”

Scaredy Slytherin [S.S.]

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Reader (tried to make it GN)

Summary: Sebastian may have chickened out on asking you to the dance but you were determined to dance with him anyways. Shout out to Ominis for being a good wingman.

A/N: Well aware there is no Yule Ball but why have big, fancy castle and NOT host a ball. It’s just a waste.

When you found yourself daydreaming about his curly brown hair messily combed through to give him that boyish charm and his adorable smile, you knew it was over. Rowena, you really had it bad for Sebastian Sallow of all people. Samantha loved to tease you about your little crush on the trouble making Slytherin student but you always waved her off as being delusional. Now as you found yourself unable to concentrate in potions class because of a certain boy sitting just ahead of you, you think she might have been right.

Afficher davantage

jjk men in howgarts universe (fem!reader)

characters: geto, gojo, nanami, toji, sukuna, choso, itadori, megumi, yuta disclaimer: i know there exist a magic school in Japan but since we know shit about it, it's going to be based in Hogwarts

suguru geto, a half-blood wizard from Ravenclaw, is known for excelling academically, since he was the only student of his year to score all O's (outstanding) in O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. his closest friend is gojo satoru, whom he met on his dist day at Hogwarts.

at 15, he met you in Hogmeade while enjoying butterbeer with gojo. you were having it too with your friend group and he was drawn to your laughter. eavesdropping, he learned you were from Gryffindor and the same age as him

from that moment, geto started looking for you in Hogwarts and admired you from afar. he discovered you shared some classes, and decided to have small talks with you.

your interactions began only after both of you became professors at Hogwarts. as the youngest professors, you developed an academic rivalry, competing to be the students' favorite.

despite that rivalry, you spent every Friday together in Hogmeade, enjoying butterbeer and each other's company. one night he confessed that the first time he encountered you was there. you told him both of you met earlier, in the first broom flight class, where you hit him and made him fell to the ground.

due to your hangouts with suguru in Hogmeade, students suspected you were a couple. while you denied it out of embarrasment, geto confirmed those rumors. when you confronted him about it, he finally confessed his deelings. the conversation ended with a date planned for Friday, this time at his house.

you got married after three years of dating and are known as the cutest couple in Hogwarts, despite being professors. how couldn't they rank you in first place if suguru gave you flowers every morning at breakfast?

satoru gojo, a Slytherin and a descendant of the influential Gojo family, made history by winning the Triwizard Tournament twice, first at 14 and again at 19. although only students over 17 could enter, 13-year-old geto used a spell and convinced 13-year-old gojo to write his name in the Globet Fire. thanks to that achievement, he earned widespread recognition in the wizarding world.

he met you on his first day in Hogwarts, after being ssorted into Slytherin, sitting beside you at the welcoming banquet. as a year older, you freeted him with a sweet smile. he experienced love at first sight.

from that day on, he publicly confessed his feelings for you, giving you presents every time he could and using every Hogwarts event as an opportunity to ask you out. you always rejected him since you hardly knew him. at 14, frustrated by his persistence, you told him you'd date him if he completed ten nearly impossible tasks.

although gojo were initially attracted to your looks, spending time with you made him admired your personality too. on the other side, his determination and chivalrous actions to you won you over.

by the time he turned 16, gojo had only one task left: to collect a tear from a phoenix known for its elusiveness. unbeknownst to him, that phoenix was your pet, who only obeyed you. you instructed your phoenix to let gojo obtain one of her tears, so he could finally be your boyfriend.

the two of you became a couple when he was 17 and you were 18. after him winning again the Triwizard Tournament again at 19, he proposed to you. you gave him five more tasks to complete if he wanted to be your husband.

you both got engaged when he was 21 and you were 22. however, you wouldn't celebrate the wedding until both of you reach your own personal goals. four years later, you were happily married to gojo.

kento nanami, a half-blood wizard from ravenclaw, is a dedicated student who excels in every single task. recognizing his potential, geto took him under his wing, helping him becaome one of Hogwarts' most promising wizards. kento dreamed of working as an auror in the Ministry of Magic and leading a peaceful life.

struggling with herbology, you desperately sought help from your best friends, gojo and geto. gojo teased you, despite being in the same situatino, while geto suggested you ask his pupil, nanami, to tutor you.

the next day, geto introduced you to nanami, revealing he was a year younger and from Ravenclaw. he knew you were older and from Slytherin since he often saw you with gojo. you pleaded with him to be your tutor, he kindly agreed.

thanks to your study sessions with nanami, your herbology grades imrpoved, but you found yourself distracted by his good looks and demeanor. you wanted to keep your feelings a secret, knowing gojo and geto would tease you mercilessly if they found out. when they eventually did discover your new crush, gojo relentlessly called you a "craddle robber", to which you retorted by calling gim "grave robber"

geto upon learning, went to the top of the Ravenclaw Tower to encourage nanami, believing the blonde guy had a chance with you. in truth, nanami had developed a crush on you last year, after witnessing your talent in Charms, especially when you defeated Professor Flitwick in a duel. however, even if geto already told him his feelings were reciprocated, he was shy enough to even ask you out and found impossible someone like you would repair in him.

once you passed "herbology" with an E (exceeds expectations), you rushed to find Nanami to share the news. his joyful smile encouraged you to confess your feelings. he got embarrased, since he wanted to be the first one in confessing his feelings.

ten years later, you were married to Nanami, who turned into a curse-breaker. surprisingly, his classes were that good that you decided to turn into a Professor of herbology in Hogwarts

toji zenin, a Slytherin and descendant of the ingluential Zenin family, was known for his lack of academic motivation, earning only A (acceptable) grades. despite his poor reputation in academics, he excelled at Quidditch as a beater, attracting the attention of professional teams even before graduating from Hogwarts.

you met toji during a quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff, where you were supporting your Hogwart's house, Hufflepuff.

while Toji aimed to hit with a bludger, he was accidentally stuck by a teammate, causing the ball to veer toward you. he managed to save you just in time. after the match, you approached him to thank him, but he initially dismissed you, thinking you were just another fan. when he noticed you left without insisting on staying, his ego was bruised, why weren't you begging for more of his time?

out of boredom he decided you would be the new girl with who he would play with. however your naiveness and sweetness made him realize he wanted more than just a casual fling. he didn't want to play longer with you.

he confessed his initial intentions, seeking for forgiveness and a fresh start. of course, your heart shattered when you discovered he was playing with you, since you were really starting to fall for him. you appreciated his honesty and forgive him.

however, you told him you couldn't be in a relationship with someone whose intentions were that cruel. hence, you asked him to give you space and told him most closest thing you could be with him is just classmates (at least, until he matured and decided to change that traits). he accepted your rejection.

in the future, toji turned into a quidditch profesional player. you ran into him accidentally when he was returning to his house and you were closing your sweet shop. he apologized again for his actions when he was a teenager, you smiled and invited next day to a coffee.

ryomen sukuna a pureblood Slythering, was raised to believe that only purebloods were true wizards. rumors at hogwarts claimed he was a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin and practiced dark arts, which led others to avoid him. as a result, he often spent time in the Forbidden Forest or the library.

you met him in the Forbidden Forest, where he was practicing dark arts while you were there on a dare from friends to stay for at least 15 minutes. to his surprise, instead of running away when you saw gim casting the Cruciatus Curse on an acromantula, you sat on a rock and watched him calmly.

he recognized you from the common room as a fellow Slytherin, albeit a half-blood, which he considered inferiors. while you saw him as the lonely dude who everyone was scared of. after some time, you stood up to leave but told him that his spells would be useless against a real wizard like you.

to prove it, you dared him to cast one on you, and without hesitation, he complied. you easily deflected it with the Salvio Hexia spell, leavinf a strong impression on him. the next evening you returned to sukuna's usual spot, where this time he was reading. sukuna didn't mind your presence.

as days went by, he grew accustomed to your presence, eventually asking why you chose to stay with him. you confessed that being by his side would help dispel rumors about your friendhsip and that it might stop the purebloods from picking on you for being half-blood.

following that confession, sukuna began to acompany you throughout the day, walking you to and from classes. how could anyone mock you, the only wizard to best him? if they laughed at you, they'd also be laughing at him for losing to a half-blood. at first, he excused his actions were aimed to protect his reputation. he deeply knew it was not for his reputation, but yours.

a year later, your relationship with him shocked everyone at Hogwarts; but neither of you even cared. it was just he and you, sukuna who was a master in Dark Arts and you who were the expert in Defence against Dark Arts.

choso, a half-blood from Hufflepuff, loves caring for his siblings, though it was challenging since some are in different Hogwarts houses. to spend equal time with each, he often visited their common rooms. while he is an avarage student overall, he excels in Transfiguration, earning a reputation as the best in the school.

you didn't expect to find a Hufflepuff boy lounging on the sofa in the Slytherin common room, engrossed in a book. when he noticed you, he introduced himself clumsly as Choso, a year older, who was waiting for his younger brother.

the next day, you learned that Choso was the only student able to access all four common rooms, a feat no one dared question due to his impressive spell mistery, which included turning several students into birds. intrigued, you decided to ask him about how he was able to access all common rooms. he explained that his siblings helped him access their common rooms to spend time with him. the conversation ended when his little brother arrived.

further investigation revealed that Choso had never had a girlfriend, which made you smile widely, you had a chance with him. from that day on, you flirted with him whenever you saw him, leaving Choso blushing and your heart racing. you worried he might feel uncomfortable, but he casually confessed one day how much he enhoyed your flirting.

when he finally admitted his feelings and confessed to you thanks to his brothers help, you decided to take a step foward and kissed him. he became the happiest student alive, and followed your kiss.

choso had always cherised having his siblings around, but now that he had a girlfriend, he found it harder to spend time alone without running into one of them, leading him to reconsider his earlier sentiments.

he proposed you marriage only three months after dating, you were so shocked about this action you needed to explain him you were not prepared for it yet, but that doesn't mean the end of the relationshiop. you asked him to ask you once again in 5 years, he took that literally and even had a countdown to don't forget it. that time you accepted it.

yuji itadori, a pureblood from Gryffindor, was the captain and seeker of the Quidditch team. yuji often was surrended by many students who wanted to hang out wit him, he as the sweetheart he was always accepted them. however, the only one who considered as friend was megumi.

you met yuji during your first school year on the train. nervous, he was thrilled when you sat next to him and offered a chocolate frog that your mother gave you before departing. both of you were elated when the sorting hat placed you in Gryffindor, and quicklu became inseperable friends

as time passed, you both drifted apart. yuji transfromed into a bright, outgoing student, always ready to help other with a noble personality; while you preferred the company of a close-knigt group and valued moments of solitude, mantaining a mysterious and introvert personality.

you reconnected when you both became prefects. yuji's heart skipped a beat upon realizing he would talk to you again after years apart. initial interactions felt awkwards, as you both had changed. however, both of you still wanted to revive your old friendship.

within a month, you had an important conversation where you expressed that in order to be friends again, you needed to let go of your childhood bond and start anew. yuji surprised you by confessing he didn't want just a friendship; he wanted to be something more than just friends or bestfriends.

on the day he professed his love to you, he did so with a chocolate frog. instead of findinf a famous wizard card inside the box, you discovered a note asking you to officially be his girlfriend.

you ended up getting married to him when you both turned 25, he being an auror and you being a wandmaker

megumi fushigiro, a purblood from Slytherin and the son of a famous Quidditch player. although he is skill in Quidditch playing the role of seeker, he didn't feel the blood rushing and enjoyement his father told him he felt. instead, megumi prefered to do strategies to Ravenclaw Quidditch team, being part of the technical team.

attending a quidditch match, megumi had devised strategies for his team, anticipating a tough game against gryffindor. he felt confident about countering yuji, but he soon learned you were the new seeker. megumi recognized you as yuji's younfer sister, whom he often saw yuji protect. the pink haired boy adored you and frequently boasted about you.

megumi was unaware of your talent for Quidditch, until he witnessed your skills firsthand. he was surprise by your tactical abilites too, ordering and controlling all the plays of Gryffindor while playing.

as you both began attending Quidditch matches together, discussing strategies and player performances, you both started to get close. even yuji noticed this closeness, leaving you two more time alone. he was already thinking how cool it would be to have megumi as his brother-in-law.

megumi regularly attended your practices, using the excuse of wanting to help you improve, claiming it wouldnt be fun to easily crush your team. you answered him telling him he didn't have the right of saying that since he still lose to your tactics.

relationship getting that serious he invited all your family to spend Christmas with his family in his house. you agreed, without knowing how it was even possible to get all your family in his house, until you arrived in his house. that wasn't a house, that was a mansion. if you were taken aback you almost got a heart attack when you realized megumi's father was the most famous beater. megumi confessed he didn't like to brag out his father, hence he got his mom's surname, to avoid attracting the wrong people

megumi asked for your hand the day after the Quidditch champion, which your team won. he decided to do it in your house, a private place. in that way, the news would be known when both of you were ready and to not overshadow your win

yuta okkutso, a Hufflepuff half-bloof, requested to be placed in that house during sorting, wanting to honor his mother's legacy. since the sorting hat was indecesive, and the Hatstall happened, the sorting hat decided to respect yuta's will.

one day, he wasn't ready to find an unknown cat in the prefect's toilet. how did a cat sneak there? yuta decided to follow the cat. he discovered a wand in one of the toilets, took it with a tissue and cleand it. once it was clean, he turned around expecting to see the cat. however, he saw you in your human form, with a mischievous smile. you thanked him for retrieving your wand and left wondering how it ended up there.

later that day, yuta spotted you again in your cat form, wandering the corridorss. he followed you to the girls' bathroom but, respecting your privacy, waited outside. when you didn't come aout and he had class soon, he left. for the rest of the week, yuta would always followed you to try to talk to you. however you were so much in your world, you didn't realize that.

after nine days, you finally appeared in your human form in front of him. you presented yourself, you were from ravenclaw and were an unregistered animagus. you also apologized him for not repairing he was looking for you. he got embarrased and told you it was nothing.

to his surprise, you asked him out for butterbeer, wanting to thank him for his help. he accepted and that Saturday you shared the unbelievable story of how your wand ended up there. ater the date, he asled you at to show his appreciation of you inviting him. this dynamic continued throughout the year, where you or yuta asked the other out by using any excuse, just to spend time together

eventually, you married him. you turned into a Diviner and he turned into an Auror

VAE Ray is on my mind today. Like if we take the classic 'V route but in love with Ray' road, you cannot tell me that that boy did not think of you almost every single day during the two years he has spent away on his painful recovery. There is so much left unsaid between the two of you: so much guilt, so much hurt and so many regrets plaguing his head every time he sees something that reminds him of you. And, God, does that include a lot of things.

He goes outside and one look at the clouds brings back a memory of those short but meaningful talks he shared with you about the most simple of things. He remains indoors, and after taking a sip of the herbal tea that Jihyun made for him, he is immediately transported back to a peaceful tea party he set up for you. He stares at his hands, and he can't help but think back on how heavenly your touch felt against them. And how much he regrets wearing those pesky gloves at the time, never giving him the chance to feel your skin on his.

You're like a ghost that watches over his every step. It's often painful. Like a constant reminder of all that could have been if he didn't ruin every chance at his happiness with you. Sometimes it gets a little too hard on him, and Saeran takes over. But sometimes it's comforting. Like a warm hug, keeping him secure when all else falls apart.

He refuses to let you go.

So when he does meet you again, it's like a fragile fantasy that is far too idealistic for it to be true. Ray had no expectation that his brother would remember him. No matter what Jihyun has told him over those two years, he couldn't bring himself to believe that Saeyoung truly wanted him in his life to be the burden that he truly is. So when he gets crushed into a tight, desperate hug that is a bit too painful for his scarred body, his twin's whole body shaking, wracked with sobs Ray's ears can't quite register fully due to how unbelievable it all is... He's almost in a trance-like stare. Hearing Saeyoung's voice telling him to never leave again as he holds him so tight, it's like he's afraid he'll disappear into thin air once he lets go...

None of it was what Ray or Saeran had expected.

And then there's you. Your reunion with Ray will definitely be an emotional event for both of you. Ray was sure that, at best, you had forgotten all about him and lived on a happy and safe life. A life that you deserve. And at worst, that you hated him, and cursed him for hurting you the way that he did.

But instead, you are so unbelievably happy to see him. So happy that you are crying for him. Much like Saeyoung is.

The two people he had the worst fear of facing again were accepting of him and shedding tears for him in a way he had never even imagined.

So he also breaks down. And the three of you probably spend a lot of time crying into each other's arms as two years of grief, heartbreak, and recovery wash over you all at once.

After that, things don't immediately turn perfect. There are still many things that need to be said. You and Ray will have many conversations with each other, taking breaks to process it all piece and piece and not overwhelm one another. About what happened those two years ago. About what happened after that. About your feelings for each other. And about Saeran, too.

It's a process that takes time. But the fact that you're willing and even wanting to go through that process with him is enough to cause Ray to shed tears more than he could count.

The beginning is small, very small. Brief brushing of his fingers against yours while you are sitting together in the shade of a large tree in Saeyoung's backyard. The lightest of touches you give to his scars after he allows it. A hand resting on his shoulder gently as he talks about something heavy to let him know you're there for him.

Every touch leaves his entire body shaking, his breath stuttering in his throat, forcing him to let out the faintest of gasps. The first time it happened, he got very ashamed and apologized profusely to you, as he thought he acted like a complete creep and made you uncomfortable. Ray knows he's touch-starved, and that he's touch-starved for your touch specifically. But he doesn't think it's something worth dealing with, not wanting to be a bother to anyone. Not any more than he already is. A thought process that he will need to work on one step at a time.

You let him know that it's okay, though. That you don't mind. That it's your own desire to touch him.

After that, you begin to take his hands into yours. The first time it occurs, your hand jist clasps around his lightly. Then you interlock your fingers together, once he's okay with that. And then he feels safe enough to do that to you, too.

Holding hands with you is something Ray loves with all his heart. No gloves are getting in the way now. He can feel your skin directly on his with no barriers. It's a wordless 'I got you' that he finds himself getting more and more greedy for, the longer you indulge his cravings for human warmth.

His scars are not bothersome to you. If he doesn't want to, you don't force him to talk about them. And you're always quick to let him know how beautiful he is to you whenever he feels insecure about them. Even if he has a hard time believing that.

You're far too good for him, is what Ray finds himself thinking time and time again. But at some point, he comes to the realization that he is too selfish to let you go again. And then Saeran joins in on that line of thinking after his own long journey with you. So he doesn't let you go again.

And that's when everything changes.

Ray can be clingy with you if you let him. He desires to hold your hand inside the house, regardless of whether it's just a walk to the balcony or kitchen. He will rest against you whenever you are resting, reading a book, or indulging in your hobby. You don't need to talk to each other. He just silently sinks against you and sighs softly, letting your presence wash away all other thoughts floating in his mind. While asleep, he clings to you, almost as if his subconsciousness is terrified of you disappearing again. He fiddles with your clothes, with your fingers, or with your hair whenever you are talking to someone, and he's there with you. It calms him. Keeps him steady.

There is an undeniable bittersweetness to Ray's clinginess. GE Saeran's touchiness stems from his heart's pure affection towards you, but VAE Ray neecs to constantly remind himself that you're there. That he can touch you. That you are not going anywhere. And that you have no hatred towards him.

But it can also be sweet. Like whenever you help him take care of his burns, or you ease him into a warm, soothing bath you've prepared just for him. Ray may be anxious. But you are always eager to show him how much you genuinely care for him. How much you enjoy touching him in the way he has always wanted to be touched by you. To allow him to unwind with you. Close his eyes and let you take care of him with no judgement.

Your relationship with VAE Ray described in one word would be: peace. It's peace after the long, heavy storm you had to endure to get to this point. And it's peace that you will cherish for as long as life allows you.

⊹₊ ⋆༄｡° love letter! (pt.4)

synopsis ; in which the jjk characters send an anonymous love letter out to you !

requests are open!

summary ; fem!reader, fluff, crack !, slight suggestiveness

including ; inumaki toge , takuma ino

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3 !!

inumaki toge

takuma ino

likes + reblogs are appreciated ! <3

hiii can I request kaiser with french gf ?? idk if that really makes sense

french gf – kaiser

m.list | rules

Note: I am french and I love him to death I mean please yes I LOVE IT

there’s a lot of differences between french and german but I think he would love to see somethings else

you’ve got a temper and he likes to play with that

he would tease the shit out off you until you threaten him to hit him

which would make him laugh, until you really do it

even so, if you lightly hit him he would laugh

he wants to learn french’s words from you but he’s only picking up the insult you say while talking to your siblings/friends

he’s head over heels about it, he loves listening to you talking in french even if you rarely do now

you’re too shy to talk to yourself in french with people around, even him

but you’re always happy to teach him some french

he wants to be able to speak a little when he meet your family

I think he would love french show and would be more into it than you are

He would want to try a lot of french food !! 

Asks you to do some if you can, if not he wants to try French's restaurant and let you note them

When you're down or upset or even missing your country he takes out from the best one and make perfect indoor night 

If you drink, he probably once asked when you started and he's SHOCKED when you say something between 13 and 16 (don't come at me i speak facts)

He loves going on trip there with you 

I think he would love Paris and Lyon 

He would love charcuterie board but HATE the acne he gets from it

Shocked to see that cliché aren't that real

He's in love with you speaking French in France, he wants to go all the time after that

He tries as well but get annoyed when he's being corrected

He insult people he doesn't like in German

Let me know if you liked it !

Reblog are appreciated ♡

mc: i like sebastian, thoughts?

ominis: and prayers, girl what

it's a sign of the times

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: request [paraphrased]: "Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian..."

the 'verse continues in "the train ain't even left the station" [AO3]

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?” At once, the three of you freeze. “Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?” “I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Can you please remind me again why I’m even a part of this harebrained scheme?” you ask for at least the third time.

You’re crouched around a small table in one of the far corners of the upper section of the Library. It’s well past curfew, but since you aren’t technically breaking any rules by avoiding the Restricted Section, you’re currently getting away with your loitering, as do most students who are caught studying after hours this close to final exams.

Only, you’re not studying. You’ve been summoned there by Ominis, who despite being your closest friend at Hogwarts is also a conniving, duplicitous liar who neglected to tell you that this whole thing is Sebastian’s idea.

You watch warily as he turns over a contraband Time-Turner in his hands, inspecting its impossibly small dials and knobs. The golden sands inside the hourglass hypnotically shift back and forth while he reads over its inscriptions and consults the guidebook he’d smuggled out of the Restricted Section earlier that same day.

You have no idea where he managed to get the device – perhaps in one of those vaults along the coast in Cragcroftshire that he’d been exploring during the summer term. However, now he’s got it in his head that perhaps the reason you haven’t been able to heal Anne is that the cure to her curse simply hasn’t been invented yet. Therefore, a quick jaunt several years into the future ought to reveal a way to rid Anne of her illness (and maybe even earn his way back into her good graces).

It’s not the first ludicrous and impractical idea he’s had in the past year, nor will it be the last, but it’s certainly one of the more radical ones.

“Merlin’s beard, I’ve already told you,” Sebastian sighs. “Since we’re going forward in time rather than back, this is an unauthorized use, and in case we get stuck in the future, we might need your ancient magic.”

“So I’m an insurance policy?!” you demand.

“Not so much for Sebastian as for me,” Ominis answers plainly. “He thinks he’s got it all sorted out, but I’m not as sure.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Sebastian interjects.

You huff and roll your eyes. “Need I remind you that using a Time-Turner to go forward is expressly forbidden by the Ministry? It’s only to go back.”

“Loads of people have done it, though,” he argues. “I’ve been reading all about it, it’s well-documented.”

“And they’ve all come back to the present?” you demand.

“Yes,” he snaps. “...For the most part.”

You scoff. Unbelievable.

“Do you two honestly think my magic is just an unlimited get-out-of-Azkaban-free pass?” you hiss. “I have no idea how to manipulate time and space. If we get stuck there, we’re stuck there.”

“I’m sure you’ll figure something out like you always do,” Sebastian mutters distractedly as he fiddles with the Time-Turner.

You glance at Ominis pleadingly and he just shrugs.

“You know we can’t let him go alone, we’ll never get him back,” Ominis reasons.

“Is that such a bad thing?” you grumble.

Sebastian shoots you a warning look before he holds up the Time-Turner for the both of you to inspect.

“I have it set to jump forward twenty years,” he explains. “We’ll have to get cozy before we go, as we’ve all got to be wearing it. Physically, we’ll land precisely where we are now, at the same time of day.”

“What if the layout of the Library changes?” you ask skeptically.

“The castle hasn’t changed in centuries,” Ominis points out. “Compared to its history, two decades is indeed quite short.”

“...Fine,” you finally mumble. “Go on, then. Let’s get this over with.”

The three of you stand in a tight circle in a spot tucked away behind some shelves, hoping to remain hidden there after you make the jump forward in time. Sebastian drapes the thin gold chain connected to the Time-Turner around the three of you; it even seems to stretch and extend in length to fit. Then he murmurs a brief incantation to the enchanted timepiece and spins the innermost piece a whopping twenty times.

Your stomach lurches while it turns over and the world around you seems to spin out of control, almost like one of those Muggle carousel rides you saw once as a child. You can barely make out years and years of students and professors walking around you – through you, even – and countless books sliding on and off the shelves until everything comes to a sudden halt and you fall straight to the floor.

Ominis and Sebastian tumble with you, winded.

“That felt bizarre,” Ominis wheezes. “Where are we? Did we travel anywhere?”

“N-no,” Sebastian breathes. “Everything else just… traveled around us.”

You glance around the Library and see that as Ominis had suggested, it looks largely the same. There are some newer books among those you recognize on the shelves, their spines less creased and dyed with more vibrant colors than those of your time.

One title jumps out at you: Advances in Practical Conjuring, 1900-1910

We’re in the 1910s, you think bewilderedly. We’re in a new century.

Mercifully, the layout of the library seems to be largely unchanged. Rows and rows of dimly lit stacks stretch along the length of the grand room with two winding spiral staircases leading down to the lower level.

Once you catch your breath, the three of you cast Disillusionment on yourselves and huddle together to make your way downstairs to the Restricted Section. Ominis leads the way with his wand extended to search for any lingering students or restless ghosts, having long since proven that his spatial awareness bests both yours and Sebastian’s even without his sight.

Your trio makes it downstairs and past the first row of shelves before Ominis stops in his tracks. Sebastian collides with him and then you knock into Sebastian, causing you both to hiss some choice words at each other.

“What’s going on?” you demand in a whisper.

“Someone just came in,” Ominis explains. “The librarian is at the desk and she hasn’t noticed, but a student is coming down the stairs.”

Sure enough, across the room you see a faint flicker of light and can just barely make out the outline of a small student sneaking down the main stairs – must be a young one, you think, no more than thirteen.

“I think it’s a girl,” you offer. “I can see her just over there.”

“What’s she doing?” Sebastian whispers.

“I’m not sure yet,” Ominis says carefully. “She’s past the desk, the librarian didn’t see – oh, for Merlin’s sake.”

“What is it?” you breathe.

“She’s going straight for the Restricted Section,” Ominis mutters. “Just our luck, I suppose.”

The three of you remain crouched behind the shelf while you watch the girl creep ever closer to your hiding spot. You’re panicking inside your head, wondering what possible seams of the universe might immediately be torn to shreds if she were to spot the three of you, but thankfully she seems single-minded in her mission to gain access to the locked collection of books across the room from you.

“She’s tiny,” Sebastian snorts. “I suppose the young ones are even more bold in the future.”

“Weren’t you about her age when you first started to sneak into the Restricted Section?” Ominis reminds him.

Sebastian insists, “No, I was fourteen. I didn’t go in until Anne was attacked. She’s got to be twelve at most, maybe even a first year.”

“Will you two be quiet?” you hiss. “She’s going to hear you!”

Across the room, the Disillusioned girl pulls a key out of the pocket of her robes and starts to insert it into the lock. A girl her age wouldn’t have mastered Alohomora yet, you think, nor would it be effective on this kind of lock. You have no idea how she managed to get a copy of the key, however.

“Do you suppose we could just go in after her?” Sebastian proposes. “She’s nearly got it open, we should take advantage of that.”

“Are you mad?” you scoff. “We can’t be in there at the same time, we’ll get caught!”

“So what if some little girl from the future sees us?” Sebastian argues. “Why wouldn’t she believe we’re just students from her time doing our own research?”

But before you can further explain to Sebastian how astonishingly stupid that idea is, the girl across the room gasps softly and drops her key to the floor. In front of her, the lock is glowing red as if it’s searing hot.

That’s a new security development from your time, you think. It’s rather lucky the three of you didn’t discover that the hard way.

Immediately, the young librarian leaps from her seat and hustles across the room to the Restricted Section’s gated entrance much faster than Madam Scribner ever would have.

“Hang on…” you say under your breath. “Is that – that’s Sophronia!”

“Who?” Ominis asks.

“Sophronia Franklin, she’s a fourth-year in our time,” you explain distractedly. “She’s always lingering in the library, of course she takes over for Scribner once we finish school.”

“I know her,” Sebastian chimes in. “Tried to get me to play a game of trivia in exchange for returning a book on curse breaking I’d been waiting for. Rather precocious, I thought.”

You glare at Sebastian and he merely rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t mean it in a flirtatious way, I was referring to her choice in books,” he grumbles. “Merlin, you’re protective of her.”

“She’s a sweet girl,” you murmur, appreciative of the fact that Sebastian can’t see you blushing. Truthfully, you don’t think much about Sophronia these days, other than that she absolutely cannot catch the three of you in her Library as she’ll easily understand what you’re up to.

Before you can try to convince the boys to call it quits and return to the present, Sophronia rounds the corner and the girl’s Disillusionment charm melts away in surprise.

“Anne-Marie Sallow!” she calls out. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

At once, the three of you freeze.

“Did she say ‘Sallow?’” hisses Ominis. “Did I hear that right?”

“I – no. No,” Sebastian stammers. “There’s no way that’s what she said.”

“Apologies, Madam,” you hear the girl say with a cheeky lilt to her voice. “I was just looking for a book for my aunt, that’s all.”

Just then, Sophronia leans down to pick up the dropped key and all three of you catch a glimpse of the young girl’s face. She’s probably around twelve, like Sebastian had guessed, but her face… Merlin, she could be your younger sister.

Her slightly-upturned nose is nearly identical to yours, only she’s got a small smattering of freckles across hers. Then there’s her chin, which juts out just a bit like yours does, and you’re too far away to make out the color of her eyes but you’re positive that they’re almond-shaped just like your own.

Now that you think about it, her hair is tied back like you always did with yours when you were younger – braided with a green bow at the end, only her hair is a rich, warm brown color.

“...Is that you?” Sebastian asks softly. “How. How are you doing this?”

“That’s not me, I’m right here,” you remind him.

“Hold on, what am I missing?” Ominis whispers.

“That girl looks exactly like this one,” Sebastian insists. “She’s got her nose, her eyes, her face shape. It’s like there’s a second-year version of her, standing right across from us.”

“We’re twenty years into the future,” Ominis reminds you both. “...What if she’s your daughter?”

You feel like the room is starting to spin around you again, and you find yourself pitching to the side before Sebastian quickly tugs on your arm and pulls you back behind the shelf.

“Do not go daft on us now,” he mutters. “I don’t care if that is your daughter–”

“She’s your daughter too, you know,” Ominis chimes in. “In case you were wondering.”

“Wh… What?” Sebastian stutters, and Ominis gestures for the two of you to listen in.

“Goodness, Miss Sallow,” Sophronia sighs. “You really are so much like your father, always sneaking into the Restricted Section.”

You watch as the girl puffs up her chest proudly, a mischievous smirk on her face that doesn’t strike you as particularly like you at all – but rather Sebastian.

“I’ll gladly take that as a compliment, Madam Franklin,” Anne-Marie says.

“While I respect that you are both voracious consumers of knowledge, he, like you, had little respect for the rules of the Restricted Section,” Sophronia continues. “I’ll have to ask you to leave until you get permission from a professor for relevant research or turn fifteen.”

Anne-Marie is still arguing with the librarian as she’s being escorted out. “Perhaps if you would just let me borrow the book for a while–”

“I’m afraid I’ll also have to give you detention this time,” Sophronia interjects. “I can’t keep looking the other way simply because I owe your mother a favor. This is the third time this term!”

Anne-Marie huffs and folds her arms. “But my godfather–”

“Your godfather is a very busy man who would undoubtedly appreciate it if you spent more time staying out of trouble,” Sophronia finishes, “than trying to emulate your father. In fact, I think Ominis would agree with me that one Sebastian Sallow in this world is quite enough!”

Well, that certainly clears things up.

Sophoronia marches Anne-Marie up the stairs and out of the library. The three of you, having already forgotten your original mission, put your heads together without a word so Sebastian can drape the Time-Turner around your necks and return you to the present.

You collapse in a heap on the library floor, but this time it’s fully empty – even the librarian’s desk light is extinguished. You sit in silence for a few moments, and you and Sebastian don’t dare look at each other. Eventually you force yourself to stand and offer Ominis a hand up, steadfastly ignoring the other boy.

“So,” Ominis finally says, barely concealing his smile. “When exactly is it, do you suppose, that the two of you fall hopelessly in love with each other?”

You both curse at him at the same time, and Ominis throws back his head and laughs.

“Shout at me all you want, but that little girl is proof that the two of you are destined for each other,” he crows. “Oh, how brilliant!”

“Come now, Ominis,” Sebastian says with a nervous laugh. “You don’t seriously think that girl is, what… our child or something?”

“That’s precisely what I think,” Ominous answers, smirking. “You said it yourself, she looks exactly like her mother.”

“Stop!” you interject. “I’m not anyone’s mother, in case you forgot.”

“Perhaps not yet,” Ominis agrees primly. “I imagine it will be several more years before Sebastian makes you one.”

Sebastian goes deeply red while you sputter indignantly.

“Thats – that’s foul, Ominis,” you insist. “It’s untoward to even be talking about this!”

Sebastian folds his arms and raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re that offended by the very idea of us having a child together? I’m hurt.”

“W-well, I just meant that we shouldn’t talk about things that haven’t yet come to pass,” you explain nervously. “Besides, all that is years away. Decades, even.”

Sebastian glances sidelong at you, and you wonder if you’re imagining the way he looks you up and down.

“Right,” he says slowly. “It’s not like we know anything for sure, obviously.”

“Of course,” you agree. “...I don’t suppose you have any other family members named Sebastian? Distant relatives, perhaps?”

“Why?” he drawls. “Looking to snag a cousin of mine so I won’t be the one to father your children?”

You shove him right into one of the bookshelves, but he laughs like he doesn’t regret it one bit.

“Now now,” Ominis murmurs. “You ought to be kind to your future husband, you don’t want to damage his virility.”

“I have half a mind to put a dent in Sebastian’s virility right here and now to save me some trouble later,” you reply, casually aiming your wand at his groin.

“Have you gone mad?!” he stammers as he takes several steps backward. “Put that thing away!”

“Oh, will you please relax?” you sigh. “We just saw one of your descendants, your ability to procreate is in no danger.”

“You could still put me in the Hospital Wing,” he sulks. “Besides, it’s not just procreation that I use it for.”

Ominis snorts. “Unfortunately, I am intimately aware of that.”

You make a face while Sebastian grins cheekily, offering no apology.

The three of you start to make your way toward the exit into Central Hall, ignoring the weak protests of the prefects stationed outside. As you make your way back toward the Slytherin common room, you all fall silent again, lost in your thoughts.

You aren’t sure how you’re supposed to forget what you saw, you think. In the future, you have a daughter. Her father is Sebastian Sallow, and… and she’s brilliant. Beautiful, courageous, more than a bit headstrong, and as determined as you both are if not more so.

You catch yourself actually grinning, and when you glance over at Sebastian, you see the same expression on his face.

“Anything you care to share?” you ask him.

“I know we probably shouldn’t talk about it,” he starts, “but there is one thing that girl said that I won’t soon forget.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he admits, “I heard her say she’s looking for a book for her aunt, and you haven’t got any sisters.”

You smile softly and reach for Sebastian’s hand. “No, I don’t.”

He lets you take his hand in his to give a reassuring squeeze.

“She’s still alive,” Sebastian says quietly. “She… she’s still sick, probably. But she’s still alive in the future. She meets my daughter, and she knows her.”

“She does,” you say. “And – and maybe we don’t quite know how that happens yet, but you can have a little faith, Sebastian. Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, and Anne will be with us for a long, long time. There’s still plenty of time to make things right again.”

He nods wordlessly but doesn’t drop your hand.

Just before you arrive at your common room, Ominis stops in his tracks.

“Hang on… Her name, Anne-Marie?” he asks you. “That sounds like something Sebastian would have picked. How generous of you.”

“Aww,” Sebastian laughs. “You must be so in love with me by then to let me pick the name.”

You grit your teeth and ignore them as you murmur the password to the giant stone snake guarding the door, hoping to get some well-earned rest and be rid of these boys for the night.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Sebastian says as he ducks around you and slips inside the door. “I’ll let you pick the name for the second one, and we can duel for rights to the third.”

You go running off after Sebastian and holler, “You bastard Sebastian Sallow, how many damn children are you expecting?!”

Ominis quickly pulls the door shut behind him and shakes his head.

“Godfather,” he mutters to himself. “I’ll never know peace, will I?”

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[Get to know more of the Sallow kiddos in "the train ain't even left the station" ❤️]