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In The Next Life, Mobius x Fem. Reader

This was more painful than he anticipated

A/N: Might make a pt. 2 if this does well (^-^) I'm gonna try to make this a medium-burn if I do continue this. Let me know your thoughts

Enjoy!

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Things at the TVA were a disaster. Loki was running around saying everyone who worked here were all variants with their memories wiped. He wanted to believe he friend, he really did. But it was hard. He recognized that the TVA had its flaws, definitely. The more he thought it over, it made sense. He tired to ignore the blazing proof smacking him in the face. And he tried hard. There were other things troubling him too. Not long ago, you had gotten pruned.

You had been a close friend and co-worker to him for as long as he could remember. For all he could remember in fact. Your desks were side by side and you worked every task together. There was an unspoken romance that lay strong between the two of you. Anyone could see it, and all of your co-workers knew you had feelings for each other. He knew it. But, you unfortunately believed Loki when he claimed that you were all variants.

Judge Renslayer didn't take it lightly. She already didn't like you for reasons he wasn't entirely sure of. Your siding with Loki happened to be the last straw. And so you were pruned. It broke his heart. Shattered it over and over again until nothing left was but dust. Another chaotic day came. Or hour, he couldn't tell. Time was practically nonexistent in the TVA as he worked an endless shift. Another court case needed to be done. He didn't trust Renslayer's judgment as of late.

So, in a desperate act to get to you before her, he dashed to his cubicle from wherever he was before. The file for the variant was already on his desk. But time was short, and he didn't have time to read it over. He crammed it all on to a clipboard and dashed toward the courtroom. His rushed and heavy footsteps echoed through the mostly empty, cold cement halls of his office space. A few other agents he had to shove past, but he tried to through polite apologies their way. Running through the courtroom, he burst into the waiting room where the variant stood.

Then his eyes landed on her. The variant. You. He felt his heart drop to the lowest pit of his stomach. This wasn't possible. He watched you get pruned. "Agent Calder." He blurted out breathlessly. Watching the strange man throw himself into the waiting area was odd enough as is, but the way he looked you.. It made a twinge of discomfort spark. "I'm sorry?" You responded, unsure of whatever that name he just called you was supposed to mean. He blinks, his gaze then snapping through the file on his clipboard. His fingers fumbled in a panic through the papers.

"Uhh-hahaha. Sorry" He smiles awkwardly, shooting you a brief apologetic glance. His eyes skimmed over the print parchment desperately. Y/N M/N L/N. He looks back up at you, lowering his clipboard. "You just look like someone I know, Ms L/N" He awkwardly shuffles over to you, holding out a hand for you to shake. Reluctantly, you take it and give a small shake.

"Riiight.. And who are you?"

"I'm Mobius. Think of me as your lawyer"

"Lawyer. Okay"

Just then, your ticket number got called. Dread washed over him like a violent typhoon. You pull your hand away, weirded out by the fact that he hadn't let go even after the shake was well and over. He falters, his head snapping between you and the worker in the booth. He holds a finger up. "I have to go in the courtroom, I will see you in a second, yeah?" Your lips press into a thin, uncomfortable line and you give him one firm nod.

He reluctantly stepped into the courtroom while you gave your ticket to the booth man. Immediately, Renslayer's gaze fell on him. Her brow furrowed and she shot up from her chair.

"No, absolutely not!"

She pointed to the door that led back into the rest of the TVA building.

"I specifically said I do not want Mobius here! Literally any other analyzer! How hard is that?!"

Sounded the judge at B-15. B-15 only shrugged in response. Renslayer sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Somebody please go get another analyzer"

"Ah-hah. Didn't want me here? It's them R-"

Mobius is cut off by the sound of the doors opening. He turns around, his eyes instantly locking with you. The tension in the room was palpable. Your shrink in on yourself a bit. Renslayer groans, to which Mobuis takes as an opportunity to slip into one of the benches. You're escorted to the podium, if it could be called that. More like shoved into it. You stumble a bit and shoot a glare to the minuteman who did it.

"L/N. Variant Y777NN. AKA: Y/N L/N,"

Renslayer announces in a somewhat strained but monotonic way,

"Is charged with sequence violation 72089. How do you plead?"

Her gaze is scrutinizing. As if she were judging you for something you weren't even aware you did. Hatred shone in her cold eyes. You could feel all eyes on you. The two minutemen, and Mobuis. His gaze although behind you, was pained and yearning. Loki's theory was suddenly so very, very and blaringly true. Utterly real on every level. "Uhm.. Innocent? Look, I watched your little timeline lesson. But I just don't get it. You're convicting me of a crime I'm wasn't even aware I committed? Let alone to a law that literally nobody but you guys know about? That's plain tyranny. Subjecting all of the universe to a clown house. What is wrong with you people?"

Mobuis stifles out a laugh. That was such a.. You, thing to say. Renslayer feined being unfazed, but her eye twitched.

"So you admit you committed the crime?"

"WHAT?!"

You slam your manacled hands down on the rim of the podium. Renslayer banged her gavel three times, ending the trial.

"She pleads guilty, prune her"

Feeling conflicted about pruning the very obvious Variant of her friend's former partner, B-15 turned her pruning device on and began to approach you. Panic set in, but just as you opened your mouth to protest: Mobuis sprang up from his seat and shuffled hurriedly to the bench.

"No, absolutely not! Mobius, I didn't even want you on this case in the first place!"

"Listen, please. Look at her. There is no way that isn't a variant of her. Maybe Loki was right about the-"

"Oh spare me Mobius! You know very well that doppelgangers exist. She is exactly that! A doppelganger to Calder. They don't even have the same name"

"Fine, okay. Let's say you're right, she's not a variant of Calder. Then she deserves a chance with me. I know you're not very fond of Loki.. Buuut he's made some major improvements and helped out a lot around here. Please"

"Then you should know that all I want to do is help the TVA. C'mon, one small drizzle doesn't promise a storm"

"No. You're only favoring her because she looks like her. I know you Mobius"

Renslayer pauses. She knew better than to let personal bias to get in the way of her position as a judge. She had worked so damn hard to get to this point.. But when it came to Mobius, she just couldn't help herself. She growls, pinching the bridge of her nose again. "Fine. One, and I mean one! One slip up and she pruned. Got it?" Mobius let out a triumphant laugh, pumping his first. He claps, then pointing at the high strung woman above him. "I won't let you down!" He turns to you, making a hand motion for you to follow him. "C'mon, we've got to have a talk"

Your mind was a swirl of confusion. Who was his Calder person they were talking about? And were you or were you not a variant of them? It didn't make sense. Calder certainly wasn't your name. You start to follow Mobius out of the courtroom. You were surprised by the fact that the bitchy judge let you go alone. But, with the same luck you'd had all day, she signaled for the two minutemen to follow. Immediately, they came to either of your sides and took a firm hold of your arms. Wonderful. Despite himself, Mobius didn't speak to you.

All that joy he felt in the courtroom had been sucked out of him in a split second. Normally he was so chatty and sarcastic. But with you? He couldn't muster. You even walked the same way. He would recognize the pace and weight of those steps in the busiest mall in all of the infinite timeliness. He glanced back at you and felt unbearable sorrow. He forces a smile at you before returning his gaze ahead. Unaware of his feelings, you looked around as you walked. This place was huge! And the veiw outside the balconied halls was absolutely stunning.

It almost felt like you were dreaming. The sight was very surreal. This whole experience was. When the two of you reached the time theater, he held the door open for you. The act itself was gentlemanly. All save for the way he hung his head so low. What was up with this guy? You hadn't done anything to him. Except for look like someone named Calder. Apparently. You entered and looked around. The room had the same orange and grey color scheme as the rest of this place. It was so empty though. Taking the obvious hint, you go and sit at the small table in the dead center of the room.

The door shut right after, and Mobuis let out a sigh of what sounded like relief while you examined the contents of the table. A little orange tv thing? Two sodas from a brand you definitely didn't recognize and then Mobius' clipboard as he set it down. You look up at him as he sat. He had forced himself to be normal. Casual. If he scared you off then he'd just be hurting himself and the way Renslayer viewed him. That was the last thing he needed. "Drink? Go ahead and have one" He offers, taking one of the two aluminum cans and thumbing it open. Your brow furrows.

"What flavor is it?" You question tepidly. His own brow raises at your question, pausing his hold of the can to his lips. Nobody had ever asked him that before. Normally they refused the soda all together. "Lemon lime?" You hum in thought before very suspiciously taking the offered beverage. "Thanks.. I guess. So uhm," You thumb the can open. It cracked loudly, the snapping sound echoing off the thick cement walls. "What is this room?"

"Ah, I'm glad you asked. This," He states after stipping the soda, began to mess with the keys to the little tv. Or was it a computer? "It's a time theater. I use this projector to show you your timeline"

"My timeline? I don't get it," You take a drink of the soda, "What's the point if I've already lived through it all?"

"Actually, you haven't. In creating that nexus event, you threw off your entire timeline. So what was prewritten, never happened. There is plenty you didn't live through"

"Okay okay, pause." You put your hand up, giving Mobius a discerning look. "I don't understand what made what I did so wrong. Because last I checked, I was doing the right thing. You guys.. You droned in on something pretty serious." Your voice hushed at the last bit, pain showing through your words. He looks thoroughly intrigued by your statement. Leaning back in his chair, he spoke: "Well, by all means, enlighten me. What was the right thing?"

"You mean you don't already know?"

"Sure I do. I just wanna hear it from your perspective."

You let out a deep exhale, setting the soda back on the table. This was gonna be tough. But if it meant getting out of this.. Place. The TVA, then you were willing to do what it takes. To get back to your timeline and finish what those stupid time police interrupted. "Fine. Okay, I'll bite" You were already regretting this. Crossing your arms under your chest, you made yourself comfortable in the school issue like chair.

"I'm sure you know who the Avengers are. I was apart of them. And I'm sure you know my powers as well," While you spoke and absorbed into your own little word, he peeked at your file. Powers included empathic influence and.. What? He couldn't believe what he was reading. "More specifically my ability to heal"

"It doesn't heal on my file here. This says you can transfer your life force"

"Same thing"

"Right.. Go on"

"I.." You take a deep breath. This is when it gets hard. "I was trying to save someone. Heal them. I couldn't- I couldn't just stand by and watch them die"

"And.. Did this person hold any significance to you?"

You scoff dryly, leaning your head back. "He was only the most important person in the world to me."

"Can you tell me more?"

"Sure, I guess. This uhm, this war had broken out. And the people- Things, we were battling against were targeting all of the people we held dearest. They got to him before I could" Your voice grew tight, and cracky. Thick with hard emotion. Your eyes and nose stung as tears threatened to spill. Recalling moments from not so long ago somehow hurt more than living through it. "So I did the only thing I knew how to. I started to heal him. But he.. He was on the verge of death. I knew that. I could feel it, when I started to give him some of my lifeforce. It was like.. Feeding into a bottomless pit. Sucking more and more out of me." By now, you had snapped your eyes tightly shut.

You didn't want to cry. Not now. Not in front of this strange time man. Mobius, however was struggling as well. Not as apparent or as fluidly as you were, but on the inside everything was a storm. Seeing you, her face, her voice right in front of him in such pain. It was the worst kind of torture he could ever be subjected to. He looked back down at your file as you spoke. Reading it over thoroughly. This was.. A lot to handle. "And then the TVA showed up and stopped me before I could save him. Because I didn't.. Finish, all my of lifeforce came back to me instantly. And stole the last bits of life out of him"

"And did they not tell you why they showed up when they did?"

"No, believe me I was told."

You huff, sitting back up right and quickly wiping your eyes. Though, you refuse to look at him. There was something about him, his voice. It was too much like his. You didn't like it.

"They said that I was never even meant to get back to him at all. Those alien things were supposed to keep me captive and that I shouldn't even known he was dying. That I shouldn't have attempted to save him."

A memory came back to you. Being imprisoned by the enemy so that they might convince you to join their side. All for the sake of your powers. The guards watching over you spoke amongst themselves. Laughing about how they were gonna kill everyone you loved so you'd have nobody to save you. Nobody to run to. That way, you'd have no choice but to join their side. Instantly your mind went to him, and you knew that's who they meant. So you broke out.

Mobuis' guilt grew. As much as the TVA pushed all its workers to be void of any emotion for variants, he found that aspect hard. That aspect was especially hard right now.

"Do you have any idea how fucked that is? How wrong?! You people-" You cut yourself off with a strained groan, forcing your rage back down. Feeling anger, as much as it was right, wouldn't help you out right now. If anything, things would escalate. You didn't need that. You needed to get back to him. Maybe you weren't too late to save him still.

"Alright, I get it. You're upset. How about we watch your timeline, yeah? See what could have been if you hadn't caused that nexus event" With a press of a key, the projection started. You watched little clips and tid-bits of your life. The lab accident that landed you with your powers. Fury recruiting you to the Avengers. Training said powers. And then he saw himself up there on the projection with you. He had to do a double take. Albeit he was much younger and blonde, it was definitely him. Loki was most definitely, undoubtedly right.

"That's him. Don. My Don"

He looks over at you in disbelief. You however, had your sole focus on the projection. He couldn't believe it. Did you not recognize him? Or were you just pretending not to? The odds are completely at bare. This variant of himself was in love with you, and you him. As well as vise versa with him and Calder. You, really. The timeline projection went on. The war. You finding out about Don's death and charging into the battle in blind rage. Nearly dying. The war ending with a great deal of help from you. And your death there after.

"So that's it? I would have used my power and killed myself anyways?"

"Well, I mean yes. But hey! Look at all the good you did. You saved a lot of people"

"Not the one who mattered the most."

He pauses, unsure of what to say. You pull lightly at the collar they had put on you. It was just a little too tight. Assholes. "Remind me why I have to wear this thing again?"

"To dampen your powers. Who knows what you could do without it on"

You roll your eyes. This is ridiculous. Though, he made a fair point, it still didn't make you feel any less like chattel.

"Let me ask you something Y/N. Can I call you Y/N?"

"I don't care"

"Okay. Did you enjoy your time with the Avengers?"

Confusion hit you. What kind of stupid question was that? Of course you did. Despite how tough the job was, you had a support system. People who made you feel safe and welcome. Who trusted you despite your powers. You had every reason to enjoy your time with them. All up until the war, you supposed. A small snort of amusement left you.

"Yeah, I did. It was a whole lot better than being hauled up by Hydra like I was before. I had a life with them. And they're the reason I met Don, so.."

"Even though helping them out stole from your life?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"I mean seriously, not all of them had super healing. Look at how many times you saved them from near death or very serious injury. Even if that war hadn't happened, you wouldn't have lived past your mid-thirties"

"How do you know that? It didn't happen in your little movie just now"

"Think about it. If you're constantly giving away you lifeforce in order to heal others and keep them going, what's left for you? It's not like you ever got any of what you gave away back. Keep doing down that path and you would've been gone pretty early on in life. To me, that doesn't sound worth all you did"

"Yes it was."

You felt anger rising back up. Just who did this guy think he is? Telling you that everything you did in life was meaningless. So what if you gave your life away to other people? It was your life! Your decision! And you gave it to those who needed it. Those who were dearest to you.

"Please, explain. Explain how in any way that would be worth it"

"Because!" You snap, "Because it meant I did something! I wasn't just an accidental weapon made by some sick men in labs! I was doing good for once! I was on the right side, helping the people there live! To keep their mission of peace going! So what if I died?! Then I died with the purpose of keeping others going!!"

Mobius is stunned by your sudden outburst. He hadn't expected it to be so easy to get you to reach your boiling point. Then again, given what you just went through was a lot. And, he was trying to touch a nerve. To find your motives and inner most thoughts. It was crucial in order to determine whether or not you could help the TVA. The room went dead silent, save for your heavy breathing and the soft hum of the projector. You take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Working up like that didn't help anything. And doing so certainly didn't help you feel any better. More so worse.

"..Sorry. I- I didn't mean to lash out like that."

He felt his heart ache a little more. You were exactly like her. Everything like her. A beat passes before he responds.

"No, don't be. That was my fault. I pushed you to that point on purpose. I apologize"

You sigh deeply, burying your face into your hands. A wave of guilt washed over you. This poor man probably got variants like you all the time. Lashing out and screaming at him while he's just trying to do his job. You were no better than them. The silence returns. You're the one to break it a minute later.

"I'm never gonna see him again, am I?"

"No, you're not. They've already reset the timeline"

Somehow you already knew that would be his answer. It didn't matter. You were stuck here now. Either get pruned, whatever that meant. Or have to.. Wait, what did you have to do? You pulled your hands from your face and looked over at the grey haired man across from you.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"For an assessment of sorts. Think of it as to see if you can be of help or not"

"Help?"

"To the TVA"

"Hah! Fat chance"

Hearing you say that pained him a little more. Reluctantly, he stood up. He adjusted his clothes before making for the door.

"Think about. I'll give you some space."

And with that, he left. You listened to the sound of his footsteps as the faded further away until the door opened and shut. His steps sounded just like Don's. You couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that they were very similar. Thinking about it made your skin crawl. So did helping the TVA. After what they did to you, they were lucky you didn't burn this place down. But, maybe if you played your cards right, you could find a way back to him. To Don. So what was your next move?

Just A Bandaid, Neville Longbottom x Male Reader

Calm after the storm

A/N: For story purposes the reader is a healer. Requested by @jasperpasta I hope it's to your liking (^-^)/

Enjoy!

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The castle, along with everyone near it, were in ruins. Injured, dead, thoroughly traumatized and a mix of other things. Dumbledore's army won the war, but the aftermath was devastating. Everyone knew that, you included. There were still a large amount of people, students, more specifically that were unaccounted for. So, Madame Pomfrey gave you the task of searching the rubble of the castle for those people. You were a healer, or close enough to one anyway. Having trained under Madame Pomfrey throughout all your years as a student at Hogwarts got you where you were at now.

On your hip rested a tattered satchel, full with various other medical supplies and potions. So far, you hadn't found anyone. But that didn't make any of your searching less thorough. Thankfully, your wand hadn't sustained any damage during the battle. Others weren't so lucky. Amongst one of the larger staircases ahead, you could vaguely make out the silhouette of a single person sitting on them. Judging by the size, they were either an adult or older student. A sharp ache formed around your heart. Some were injured rather gruesomely. You only hoped whoever that was, wasn't.

Picking up pace, you jogged over to the stairs. You would have ran, but that would put the contents of your satchel in liberty of breaking. You couldn't risk that by any means. Upon closer contact, you realized it was Neville Longbottom. The sword of Gryffindor was laid a few steps below him. He didn't look to be in horrible condition, but you knew better. The heavy limp he carried when he gave Voldemort a threat was clear as day. You had seen that for yourself. He heard your footsteps and looked down at you. His face morphed into an unreadable expression. "Y/N." He said in an exhale. You yourself weren't in great condition. A few noticeable injuries here and there, but they were of course minor enough for you to function.

"Neville," You dart up the stairs, quickly sitting beside him. "Which leg is it?" His brow furrowed lightly, watching as you started to rifle through the satchel. "Uhm.. The right one" He responded tonelessly. "Where? Knee, ankle, all of it?" The way you spoke alarmed him slightly. Not sharp, but a far cry from gentle. "Well?" You persisted, holding a little cup in one hand and a bottle of 'Bone-Insta-Fix' in the other. "Y/N?" He sounded worried. "What?" His face fell a little at the way you snapped at him. "Are you alright? You're acting.. Funny" You sighed, your shoulders slouching.

"I'm.. sorry. I'm frazzled, I guess. Seen too many dead people to be anywhere near okay. Can I see your leg, please?" He softened in understanding. "It's my ankle" His voice came out more like a murmur as he rolled up his pant leg. You set down the things you held and gave him a gently examination. He winced lightly when you touched the swollen and red flesh. You frowned. "Can you move it?" He shook his head. A trembling exhale left your lips. "It's broken," You took the potion and poured a good gulp or two with into it. "This is gonna taste horrible, but it'll fix you quicker than you can blink" The way you worded that worried him. Nonetheless, he took the cup. He downed it all at once, his face contorting his disgust thereafter. He smacked his lips, handing the cup back to you.

Your gaze is expectant. Suddenly he lets out a small cry, grasping his ankle instantly. A breath you didn't know you were holding came out. That reaction mean it worked. The potion healed, yes, but more accurately it snapped the bones back into place and/or together instantly. It was painful. "Better..?" He nodded, still holding his ankle. "Yeah, yeah. That was.. quick." You put your things back into your satchel. "Should've been. Anything else? Other than the obvious I mean" He paused, slowly letting go of his ankle and sitting back up. In all honestly, everything hurt. Even if just a little. But he couldn't just say that, you needed specifics to really help him.

"Not really. I think. My whole body aches, really. But the cuts on my face are the worst I'd say" You give a small hum, still rifling through the contents of the satchel. "Well, if it's nothing serious then I can't use anything magical on you. On account of other people need it more, y'know?" He was silent for a moment. The air of the situation the two of you were in suddenly weighed back down on him. "I understand" You could feel tears welling in your eyes. Out of frustration and other emotions you couldn't fully place. "It sucks. I wish- I wish it didn't have to be like that. That we had the stuff to make it all happen instantly for everyone. Healing longterm is more painful. That's why we have this stuff, so people don't have to" His heart felt heavier as he listened to your rant.

If your deep rooted care for him hadn't shown before it certainly did now. Not only that but for everyone else. It made him feel better, mentally. He closed his eyes as you carefully cleaned his face up for him. It was dirty, obviously. Caked with dry blood and grime from the destroyed castle. A small wince or other small pained noise left him here and there as you disinfected his cuts. That made you feel a little worse, but at least it meant you were doing this the right way. His brow furrowed as he heard the crinkle off a what sounded like a plastic wrapper. Though, his eyes remained shut. "What's that?" You gently stuck the appendage to a small gash on his forehead.

"Just a bandaid"

I Own, Fred Weasley x G/N Reader

You're so beautifully overwhelming

A/N: Sorry if this is kind of out of character guys. 😓 I reference a poem, it is not mine. All credits to the original author of it.

Enjoy!

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Getting alone time with Fred wasn't an easy feat. That with the strict rules surrounding the dorms and his mischievous lifestyle, he found it hard to work privacy into your relationship.

But, every so often he managed. Today was the prime example of that. He snuck you into his dorm room while all his mates were out doing Merlin knows what. It was a risk, but pleant nonetheless.

The two of you were sat on his bed, you reading a book while he held you from behind. Boredom slowly ate away at him as more time passed. He had his cheek pressed to your shoulder with his long arms wrapped lazily around your waist. He loved holding you, but this was just plain dull. The silence save for the repetitive sound of you thumbing through page after page of your book.

Deciding he had enough of the monotony, he tightened his hold around your middle and suddenly laid back with swift force. You let out a shriek, instinctively trying to pull away. To no avail, as his strength won over yours. "Fred!" You struggled, earning an amused chuckle from him.

"What? Can't a bloke enjoy his sweetheart properly?"

"I mean yeah, but a warning would have been nice!"

He chuckled again, nudging the side of your neck with his nose. Excepting defeat, you begrudgingly closed your book and set it aside. He hummed in approval when you did a 180° in his arms so that you two would be chest to chest. In his most humblest opinion, this kind of silence was a whole lot better than the same as moments ago.

His large hand came to the back of your head, playing gently with your hair. The peace however, was shortlived as he gave into his intrusive thoughts. His hand slid down your back and stopped at your bottom: giving it a squeeze. "Fred!!" He let out a bark of laughter.

"Something the matter love? 'M just squeezing the bum I own"

A scoff of disbelief left you as you jerked up into a sitting position; straddling his torso. His hands came up to your hips, resting on them lightly. "Own it do you?" He grinned with a nod. You bristled at his agreement. Thoughts about getting him back swirled about your head. A poem you red a while back vaguely made its way to the front of your mind.

You slid down to sit on his lap rather than his stomach, placing your hands on his chest. A thoughtful hum escaped the back of your throat as you gazed down at him. He still wore a proud smirk, much liking the new placement of your seat.

"Fine. Then I own.." Lifting your palms so that only your fingertips touched him. Slowly, you dragged them down his chest as you continued, "The moondust in your lungs."

His eyebrows raise in mild intrigue with eyes following your hands. You press your thumbs to the outer corners of his eyes, making his curiosity grow. "The stars in your eyes" He let out a slightly nervous chuckle, anxiousness inching up his spine at the untethered romantic rooted into your words.

"You can't be that cheesy"

Ignoring his comment, you went on checking off your mental list. Gingerly, you took his hands in yours and lifted them up. He felt himself grow smaller inside. "The Amortentia in your fingertips," as you spoke, you kissed his fingertips. He swallows lightly, watching you with warming cheeks. You lowered his hands, your own coming to his messy locks and running through them.

"The sun in your hair," His eyes fell shut when you did that, enjoying the touch. There was a familiar tight ache forming in his chest. Almost like butterflies. "The wonders in your mind," You kiss his forehead, then his lips.

"The mellifluous in your mouth," When you pulled up, his eyes peel half open. Soft with affection and indescribable anxiety. Finally, a kiss to his chest right where his heart lay buried in his chest. "And, the the world within your heart."

He's quiet for a few moments, his gaze nowhere in particular as he took in the weight of your words. It was beautifully overwhelming in the best kind of way. When his eyes finally trail back up to you, he felt a bit breathless. A smile broke on his lips, accompanied by a scoff and a shake of the head.

"You cannot be that ridiculous"

"Ridiculous?"

"Yes, absolutely," He pauses, his expression growing soft once more. "But, I'll bite." You raise your eyebrows at him. He sits up, slow and careful to keep you on his lap.

"You own an awful lot of me, love"

"I do"

"Tell me then, what parts of you do I own?"

"You tell me."

He falters. There was no way in hell he could even begin to dream of matching the level of romance in the things you said. He could try sure, but it wouldn't be anything short of a poor or failed attempt. His tongue slips between his lips, wetting them before speaking.

"I-I'm not sure where to start"

"Technically, you already have"

He chuckles at your cheek. Banter was nice. It helped relive some of his tension, but certainly not all of it. "Right. Uhmm.." He glazes you over, trying to find something to own. Why he owned it. He pauses at your lips.

"I own your smile. It's the first thing I think of when you come to mind. It's uhm, it's nice"

Him saying that caused a warm smile to pull on your lips. The ache in his chest grew tighter at the sight.

"And your body. All of it. I'm a very.. Touchy person. I like to feel you. It's grounding, in a way I guess. Like a reminder I'm not alone, even when I feel all hollow inside. I have you"

The look on your face must have been surprised because he suddenly held a guilty expression. His gaze flickered away, and his shoulders slumped slightly.

"Sorry, I'm not too good at this huh?"

"What? No! No, Fred, you're great. I like it, I promise. Please," You brought a hand to his cheek, gently turning his head so he'd look at you again. "Keep going."

Feeling encouraged by your reassurance, he reluctantly went on. "Okay. And uhm.. I own your heart. It's only fair, yeah?" He presses his forehead to yours, your eyes locking in a deep and intense hold. His voice lowers into a hushed tone.

"Since you so mercilessly stole mine away"

"I'm never giving it back"

He lets out a small laugh, a smirk forming on his features.

"Didn't think you would. You can keep it anyhow. It likes you"

"I like it too."

There's a pause between the two of you. He still felt slightly overwhelmed, but you served to calm him as well. A certain intensity hung thickly in the air. Love, easily. If nothing else. After a few more beats, he spoke back up.

"I love you, my Y/N"

"I love you too, my Frederick"

Again, Anthony J. Crowley x Male Reader

Another life.

A/N: This is an angst post, so no happy ending. Sorry not sorry (⌒‐⌒)

Enjoy!

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It was never meant to turn out this way. Hell thought it was a grand idea. He'd tricked a human into falling in love with him. It was brilliant and got another soul downstairs! Only, he hadn't tricked you into anything. He'd actually fallen in love with you too. With you as a demon, despite how much he thought you deserved better, meant you could always be together. And then Heaven intervened. An angel had caught wind of this whole ordeal and got angry. That was a low blow, even for a demon. So even in eternal damnation, Crowley was punished once more.

The angle cast the 'gift' of infinite reincarnation upon you. It would be great, if only you kept your memories. But you didn't. Each new life you were born into was just that. New. But that wasn't the worst part. Not for poor Crowley. His punishment that tied into this was that in each new life of yours, you'd meet again. And each and every time, you'd fall in love with him. And each and every time, he got to watch your death. It was horrible. In his opinion, this was worse than you ever getting sent to hell. Like this, you never got to rest or reflect. It was just life, over and over again. A never ending cycle that you didn't deserve.

He blamed himself. He tried countless times to make a miracle of his own to save you from this punishment. But nothing ever worked. Once, he tried to go to Aziraphale for help. To no avail of course. He expected as such though. At some point, he attempted to make you hate him. Or pretend to hate you. So that you'd just leave him alone for the rest of whatever lifespan you had. That worked a few times. The guilt he felt afterwards never went away. His heart lurched at every reincarnation of yours he met. Your age and gender varried from time to time. How old you were when you met him. Sometimes you were just a kid who bumped into him by accident. Sometimes you were an elder who needed his help crossing the street soundly.

Man or woman, it was always you. Unmistakably, you. Your name never changed. Or that look in your eyes you got each time you fell in love with him. He'd lost count of how many times you were reborn by now. For while, he did keep track. But that only added to the pain, so he stopped. Somewhere along the lines he tried to go to his head office about all of this. As a desperate final attempt to put this to a stop. His plea was that with you stuck in eternal life, you could never come join Hell. Sure, it convinced them. Mostly. Not a whole lot of the Dark Council cared all that much. He made a fair point, but whatever they tried didn't work either.

You were the reason he hated the 14th century. Because that was when you met him for the first time. The first time you fell in love with each other. He hated thinking about it. About you. How if he had just left you alone, then you would have never been subjected to this cycle. And neither would he. It started again today. You met him. It was the usual age, the same as the very first time you met. You were male, too. Just like the first time. This time though, was when of the few that he saw you first. That should have given him the opportunity to run away, or miracle you to a different location. Something, anything. But he didn't. He froze in his place. It had been over twenty years since he last saw you.

You were just as handsome as you'd always been. And you staring at his Bentley. On the sidewalk with a look of awe upon your face. Like you'd never seen a vintage car before. Or you were happy to see another. For a split second, everything around you turned white. You stayed same, and you looked just as you did back in the fourteenth century. With a blink, the world returned to normal. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. As if he may throw up or like he'd been dammed again. He'd long forgotten what he was going to his car for in the first place. His plans or general train of thought completely vanished. He couldn't do this. Not another life. Not for the umpteenth time.

Somehow though, his feet miraculously began to move. In his usual sassy saunter, he approached the car. "Can I help you?" He spoke rather dryly, holding a dull expression behind his sunglasses. He startled you a bit, and you quickly snap your head to the side to look at him. A big, but awkward smile pulled on your lips. "Oh, uhm! Sorry, is this your car?" He lazily quirked an eyebrow as you pointed at the Bentley, as if it weren't obvious enough which car you were talking about. "'Tis. Why?" He questions as he tilts his head back slightly. As stoic and irritated as he may seem, on the inside he was truly hurting. Screaming, crying, getting so worked up that lightening struck him.

You gaze returned to the car, your smile turning softer and more genuine. "That's so cool. I love vintage cars. I didn't think anyone in London actually drove them anymore" A tiny scoff of what could have been amusement escaped him. You never failed to make him fall just a little deeper in love with every interaction you had. Even if you never remember it. He did, that's what mattered. "Oh sorry, how impolite of me," your gaze returns to him "I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you, Mr...?" You trail off, waiting for him to finish the sentence for you.

"Crowley."

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

Variant, Loki x Fem. Reader

He forgot that you had variants too

A/N: Angst angst angst (_ _) How do we feel about a part 2? Let me know!

Enjoy!

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In his youth, Loki had floated around the pool of romance on a whim. He'd been with plenty of men and women. Even neither. It made no difference to him. They never stuck. For one reason or another. May it be his doing or the others. Ending was inevitable.

He was to busy for relationships anyway. He had Thor and his friends to go on grand quests with. That was far better than something as phony as love. Deep down though, he knew that he was just scared. Insecure to a few different capacities.

So he played games. Toyed around and ran away like the coward he was. He had his moments of emotional honesty with himself and broke down every once in a while over it. Nobody was really there for him. His mother was sure, but she was in the kind of way that a parent would be.

Not what he needed fully. And then there was Y/N. His personal maid since childhood. She was only two years younger than him. Next to family, she was his closest friend. There for him no matter the situation. He held her close to his heart, but not nearly close enough.

The fact of the matter was, the girl had been desperately in love with him. And for a long time running. He unconsciously loved her too, but his overbearing desire to prove himself to his father prevented those feelings from ever seeing the light of day.

It was the day that he found out he was a frost giant that the girl had worked up the courage to confess to him. By the time she had found him, he was an absolute disaster. Heartbroken over the lie that had been his life until now. He confided in her, and in her best judgment she went to assist the Jotuns.

So she headed down to the relect chamber to fulfill said intentions.

Unfortunately though, she hadn't told Loki her plan. She didn't get the chance to, as he had to go to Thor's coronation. So, he didn't tell the Jotuns she'd be there. Unaware of who she was and seeing her as a threat, the Jotuns killed her. He was crushed. Absolutely heartbroken.

It wasn't until then that he realized how much he loved her. He used her death to fuel his hatred. Instead of blaming himself, he blamed Odin. She would have never died if Odin hadn't kept what he really was from him for his entire life.

During his whole scape across the universe and attempting to take over Midgard, he at first kept up his using her death as motivation. But thinking about it only caused him to grow even more emotionally unstable than he already was. So he forced himself to forget about her entirely. And then he got arrested by the TVA.

Which was all fine and dandy when he reluctantly gave into working for them. Amidst all the chaos revolving the case around his one variant, there was still other general work to be done. And that was analyzing the new variants that came in along side Mobius.

Loki was sat at Mobius' cubicle, mindlessly messing around with a pen out of sheer boredom. He spun around in the chair, his eyes wandering the office space. They landed upon Casey who happened to be walking by. Seeing an opportunity to do literally anything, he took it.

"Casey!" Loki exclaimed quickly, "Casey Casey! Stop, stop a moment!" His awkward co-worker came to a halt, turning to look at him. Casey seemed confused. He pointed at Loki, "What are you doing here?"

"What? What do you mean? There's literally nothing for me to do right now"

"I thought Mobius told you..? Another variant came in. You're supposed to be with him right now"

"What?!" Loki sprung to his feet. Another Variant? He had no idea. However, he certainly wasn't going to miss anymore of the action. It had to be better than doing what he just was.

"Uh yeah.. They're already in the time theater"

Wasting no further time, he booked it to the time theater. He got there rather quickly, but was stopped by B-15 at the door. She put a hand on his chest, forcing him to a stop.

"Uh-uh. Nope. Analyzers only."

Loki scoffs, putting his arms up in exasperation.

"I am a real analyzer. C'mon. Let me through"

"No, you are a Variant. Nice try"

"Ah." Loki smiles with a firm nod, "Right. In that case:" He quickly shoves past B-15 and bursts into the time theater.

"Loki no!" The slam of both doors being thrown open instantly caught the attention of Mobius and the variant sitting across from him. Loki strutted further into the room, B-15 quickly following after him.

"Mobius! Why didn't you tell me there was a variant to be analyzed? Aren't I meant to be learning from you or did the Time Lords change their bigoted minds?"

"Loki? No, no. What are you doing in here? B-15, come on man, what the heck?"

"He shoved right past me! I tried to stop him!"

"Oh let's be civil. What's the big deal in me-"

Then his eyes landed on you. Sitting there in the TVA jail uniform and collar looking confused. The words died in his throat and his feet stopped moving. In the same moment, your gazes met. E/C eyes staring dead into his. Eyes he hadn't seen in years.

His heart lurched in his chest. How could it have slipped his mind that she'd have variants too? Every single suppressed memory and thought of her suddenly flooded to the front of his mind. That's all there was. All he could see was you.

"...oki!" A faint voice echoed in his ears. "Loki!" He snapped out of his trance, his gaze flicking to a mildly panicked Mobius.

"Loki, c'mon go. You can't be in here"

"What? No. Mobius-"

"No. I know who she is just as well as you do. She is not the same person. She is a variant"

"You think I don't know that?!"

"Of course you don't! I saw the way you were looking at her! C'mon"

As Mobius spoke, he placed a hand on the back of his friend, turning them around and attempting to usher Loki out the door. Then another voice cut into the conversation: yours.

"What's going on?"

Both the men froze up and tensed. You didn't fully understand what was happening right now. Being arrested for a crime against time was overwhelming enough as it was, and now this? Your day was just going beautifully. Mobius look back at you, continuing to usher Loki to the door.

"Uh- Nothing Y/N. Just telling my assistant here that his presence isn't needed right now"

"Assitant?!"

Baffled by Mobius' gall, Loki pulled away from the grey haired man.

"I am not your assistant!"

"Okay look, assistant or not, can we please get on with this? Today has been extremely stressful and you two seriously aren't helping"

Mobius, mildly stunned by your statement, blinks. After a big pause of silence, he responds.

"Uh- Yeah, yeah. Just give us ten seconds alright? Loki, a moment please?"

The raven haired man gave you one more backwards glance before going out into the hallway with Mobius. Once the double doors shuttered closed, Mobius smacked Loki in the arm.

"What do you think you're doing Loki?!"

"Me?!"

"Yes!"

"I haven't done anything!"

"Haven't done-" Mobius cut himself off in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. A deep sigh left him and he lowered his hand. "I know you. And I know who you think she is. But news flash! She's a variant! That is not the Y/N you know!"

"I know that!"

"Do you? Do you really?"

"Yes!"

"Loki, I saw the way you were looking at her. This is exactly why I didn't tell you about this case because I knew-"

"Mobius, I can handle it. I can handle being around her. I'm- It's been years. I'm fine"

Fine. Such a flippant word. The definition both often varying and used in incorrect mannerisms. Loki's claim was a prime example of that. And Mobius couldn't be more aware of it. Despite his awareness, hesitation etched itself into the tracks to his train of thought.

If there was anyone who believed in Loki, it was him. Why should right now be an exception? It shouldn't. He held hope for and believed in his friend. All those walls screaming to tell his friend that he couldn't take his word began to crumble. And so, he relented. Placing one hand on his hip and the other on the side of his head, Mobius gave an answer.

"Okay fine. But I'm not letting you two alone. Got it?"

"Got it. Now, shall we?"

"Yes we shall"

The two men reentered the time theater, instantly catching your attention. You look at Loki, but his gaze nearly refused to meet yours. Not fully, at least. Strange, he seemed to cocky when he bursted in only a minute ago. Now he was almost cowardly. Perhaps he was before and you just misread him.

"Sorry about that Y/N, looks like Loki's gonna stay after all. Now, where were we?"

Mobius resumed his seat across from you while Loki stood next to the man. Your curious stare remained on him as you fought to come up with an answer to Mobius' question.

"Uh.. You were showing me what could have been if I hadn't created that nexus event"

"Yes that's right, thank you"

With the click of a few keys, the holograph continued its show. Reluctantly, you tore your attention away from Loki and returned it to the cinematographic 'should've beens'. It would be crucial to mention that your nexus event was small. Or something that should have been. A meaningless break of your morning routine.

Just once. Skipping your stop at the coffee shop you made every day on your way to work. You were running low on funds and had gotten enough sleep the night before to function without coffee. So why not save a few bucks and get to work early? Unfortunately though, not buying that coffee ended up being a crime against time.

Ironic, given your intentions. Mobius went on to show you how if you would have gone into that coffee shop, you would have met a man. Loki. Or, his variant to your timeline. You recognized him immediately. It made you a bit uncomfortable. When his face popped up in the hologram, you and Loki shared a look. Suspicion from you, heartache from him.

The two of you were meant to bump into each other and both of your drinks to poor all over you. He was going to be angry at first, then get a good look at you and falter. You'd end up apologizing mutually, and cracking a few horrible flirty attempts of jokes. This would make you late to work. And make him miss his deadline to turn in paperwork.

Paperwork which was the final, crucial step for him to officially run for president. That stopped him from winning the election, or even running for that matter. As well as keeping him from turning the country into the next best thing to hell. Instead the two of you would fall in love. Albeit over time and a series of long, awkward drawn out dates: the evil wouldn't come.

Only you went and crated that nexus event. Costing both yourself and him the loves of your lives, but the peace of the country. It was a lot to take in. Seeing yourself look so.. happy. So complete. With the same man only a few feet away no less. At some point, tears had begun to slip from your eyes. It was only when one soaked through your jumper when you noticed.

This was weird.

"So, how do you feel?"

You look over at Mobius, pain and confusion making up your expression. Lifting a pointed finger to the frozen hologram of you and that Loki dressed in your wedding attire you answered.

"Is that real?"

"Real as you and me"

Disbelief mixed with a little bit of something else twisted your insides. No wonder it was a crime. You took away your own life. Or at least, that's how you saw it.

"I feel.. sick."

Loki listened and watched just as intently as you had. To every word Mobius spoke. To every image shown. Was it cursed that he'd lose you in every timeline as well? Cruel was the person behind this all.

"Yeah, I bet. This kinda stuff can get pretty sickening. I-"

"Can I have a moment, please?"

Your request caught Mobius a little off guard. Still, what you just saw was a lot to handle. Needing a bit of space to process wasn't against the laws of time.

"Sure," He stood, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder, "we'll just-"

"No!”

Both men looked at you in befudlement.

"I'm sorry, I just.. Can he stay? I mean, that had to been hard for him to see too. If he's in a similar boat, y'know?"

"Uhh.." This wasn't good. But, he could see just how badly Loki wanted the same thing as you. A heavy sigh left Mobius. "Yeah. Though, I can't leave you two alone for long. Got it?"

All you could do was nod in response. Mobius gave Loki's shoulder a squeeze, getting the man's attention. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping so as not to reach your ears. "Don't do what I think you're gonna, okay?" Loki returned a silent promise of confirmation. Mobius didn't like this. Not one bit. He knew the stakes at risk here by doing this. Either way, he left the room and you two all alone.

The echo of his departing footsteps followed by the door shutting sounded much louder than it realistically was. What now?

And so the poll results are in! Despite the winner, I'm still gonna end up posting female reader fics without them being requested. But that does not mean I won't write any male or gender neutral reader fics!

I am more than willing and going to write stories for all readers to enjoy. But unfortunately with the way I've come to see the algorithm work, female reader fics do significantly better than any others. It's unfortunate, but sadly the only way I know to help my account grow without buying the growth.

I'm so sorry to disappoint some of you. Please don't be discouraged by any future posts.

Hi guys! I know it's been a while since I've posted anything, I've been super busy as of late. I currently have roughly four fics in the makings right now that should slowly come out over the next few weeks. But, as always any requests I get will come first.

I've also started making bots on character ai! Only a few granted my lack of free time. Nonetheless I am also taking bot requests! So send those on in. My user there is @777gorgeous 😼🙏

A Flower, Neville Longbottom x Fem. Reader

Maybe this time he'll get it right.

A/N: Another bot turned story (｡-∀-)♪ https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/ie2tqwfj @jasperpasta

Enjoy!

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The Yule ball had been announced not long ago, but it drew closer with every passing day. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, buying formal wear and asking people to be their dates. The hot topic for everyone fourth year through seventh was dates. Who was taking who, who was asking who, ect. It wasn't until after Professor McGonagall's dance lessons did it occure to him that he too needed a date. And fast. Everyone, especially his year mates, were already betting he'd go alone. The first (and only person really) that came to mind was you. He'd been crushing on you for ages now.

But, he'd never had the courage to make a move. He tried a few times before, though it never came off quiet the right. He wasn't the best when it came to any romantic area. With the way you reacted before, he had seriously doubted himself. He had narrowed it down to you either trying to reject him gently or him just being plain too dull. And neither were necessarily the case, still his mind told him otherwise. He promised himself that this would be the time he finally got it right. So after planning and talking himself into it fully, he did just that. His first decision was to make it into a more romantic gesture.

How he was going to manage that he didn't know. In result, he went to Hermione: the only girl he thought to talk to about this. Anxiously, he tracked. Which wasn't a hard feat, seeing as she was in the library like usual. "Hey uhm, Hermione?" He fumbled as he tripped over the chair next to her, attempting to pull it out and sit in it. "Yes Neville?"

"I was wonder if you could help me with something"

"What is it?" He pauses, his tongue slipping between his lips to wet them before he responded. "Well, uhm. I wanted to ask Y/N to be my date to the ball. But I'm not sure how, I want it to be romantic and make it clear it's not in a 'let's go as friends' sort of way, y'know?" Hermione smiled, finally tearing her gaze away from the book she was reading to the boy beside her.

"Oh Neville, that's nice! What did you have in mind"

"See that's the problem, nothing. I was hoping you could help me with the whole romantic bit"

"I see. Well, there's a few ways you could go about it"

"Like what?"

"Would could always just do something simple. Like propose with a flower. A poster, if you want to be grand about it" He thought hard about Hermione's suggestions. The idea of making a poster sounded nice, but he didn't trust his artistic skill for that. A flower sounded perfect though. And it gave him an excuse to go back to the greenhouses. So, he nods. "A flower sounds perfect" With that being said, he bid his friend good by and headed off to the greenhouses. After walking around them all and searching thoroughly, he realized that none of the flowers he found were suitable. They were all either ugly, smelt horrible or were just plain dangerous.

That put him in a difficult position. His next course of action was to go search the grounds until he found one. After several hours of doing so, he managed to find one of those big daisies. It wasn't a rose, but it would have to do. And it was the thought that counts, right? Only things left to do now was give you the flower and ask you out. That was going to be the hardest part, easily. Hours of reaching and wandering later, he managed to find a few of those large wild daisies. He picked out the prettiest one out of the small bunch. Now he just had to ask you out. He felt his stomach drop at the thought. What if you said no? Or what if he messed up and made a fool of himself? A million anxieties washed over him during his walk back to the castle.

When he got back inside he caught you out of the corner of his eye walking down a corridor. He froze. Should he do it now, or should he wait? Maybe he just shouldn't at all. He took a deep breath. He was gonna do it now. If he waited any longer that gave somebody else the chance to ask you to be their date. He did a little jog down the corridor in attempt to catch up with you. "Hey Y/N wait up a moment please!" He called out, stuttering a bit as he did. You stopped walking once you heard Neville's voice. With a smile you turned around to face him. He sighed inwardly, now able to catch up with you a lot easier. The flower was now hidden behind his back, making him look ever more awkward than usual.

"What's up Neville?"

"I was just uhm.." He trailed off momentarily, licking his lips while as his cheeks grew burning hot. His grip on the flower shifted slightly. With a small breath, he managed to hold out the flower to you. He barely managed to lift his gaze from the floor to look at you as he spoke. "I was wondering if you'd be my date to the ball..?" You felt your chest grow impossibly tight and ache. A blush quickly formed across your cheeks that matched his. Excitement erreupted through your veins like a volcano. "Yes!" You exclaimed joyfully, much to his surprise.

"Really?"

"Yes, absolutely! I would love to!" He let out a meek flustered noise as you suddenly jumped up and hugged him, causing him to stumble back a bit. Though, he's not very slow to return your hug with a growing smile. "I'm so glad" His voice came out trembling due to how flustered he was. Nonetheless, he was a very happy camper. After a few long close moments, he gently set you down and took a tiny step back. He fumbles his words a few times trying to say something. Ultimately, he gives up and just holds the flower back out for you with a small 'Here'. "Thank you" His gaze his back on the floor now, and he's rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with a soft nod.

"You're welcome.."

(First off, is your pfp Scara Screams from Monster High? LOVE that) also, I think you’re an incredible writer!! Could I request a one shot where Draco proposes to reader in a private setting? Thanks!! <3

It is! I'm so glad somebody caught that 😭 And thank you so much! Hope this captures your vision ＼(^^)／

Alone, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader

Draco has been acting strange lately. Find out why.

Enjoy!

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Being with Draco over the last handful of years had its ups and downs. One of those ups was that you'd gotten to know the version of him that was masked behind pride and heartache during your years at school together. One of those downs, on the other hand, was that he could be secretive at times. You didn't hold it against him, not by any means. You knew by now that he was traumatized. So you tried hard not to hold it against him. But at times, it got hard not to assume the worst when he got like that. Avoidant and skiddish. Always on edge and suspicious of everything. He'd been in one of these episodes for a few weeks now.

Of course you'd attempted to talk to him, give any sort of comfort. To no avail, unfortunately. He'd sort of just push you away or say he was fine. Like that was on any level believable. There was a few things that he did that stood out more than others. He'd gone to Diagon Alley without you. Which, would be fine. He's allowed to go places without you. What was odd about it was that he didn't tell you that he was going. And didn't tell you why he went either. But, you let it go. Verbally. He doesn't have to tell you every little thing. Your house elf told you after that interaction that he had taken out a generous amount of money from his vault. That was odd too. Normally he told you when he did stuff like that.

He'd also been staring at your left hand a lot. That bit wasn't all the odd, and maybe you were just overing thinking it. But given his behavior as of late, who could blame you? He'd been hauled up in his study a lot too. From the sounds of it, not doing anything in particularly. The two of you had been living together for some time now, and he often worked in his study. If he wasn't with you, at the Ministry, or dealing with family affairs, then he was in his study. At some point during this episode of his, you'd walked into his study without knocking. He was sat as his desk and looking at something between his fingers rather intensely. Though the second you walked in he panicked and shoved whatever it was he was looking at into a drawer. So you didn't get a look at what he was holding.

As of right now, the two of you were at the manor. He was hosting this huge annual spring party for the Ministry. It was late. Draco had been socializing and putting on his aristocrat face for the whole party. It was late, and you were ready for him to just go back to normal already. No more upper class fake-face, no more paranoia. Just.. Him. Draco. The love of your life. After a tiring conversation with some older woman, you decided you needed some fresh air. You politely excused yourself and awkwardly shuffled about the crowded manor out to the terrace-landing that overlooked the gardens. You let out a heavy sigh and places you hands on the railing. Was this ever going to end? Between this draining party and Draco.. You could feel your own mental state beginning to deteriorate.

You stare out at the gardens. They were beautiful. Large and illuminated by all the lanterns scattered throughout them. That combined with the stary sky made a sight to beheld. Draco, who had seen you going outside quickly felt worry. He politely, but hurriedly excused himself from the conversation he was having and darted outside. He spotted you on the landing at the foot of the staircase he stood before. He did a quick check for something in the pocket of his trousers. After confirming whatever it was hadn't fallen from his pocket, he silently descended the stairs to the terrace-landing. Before a moment of hesitation, he placed a hand on your waist.

You took in a sharp inhale and placed a hand over your heart as your head snapped to the side to look at him with wide eyes. "Oh Merlin Draco.." You exhale, relaxing upon realizing it was only him. Your reaction had surprised him, and he gently rubs your side once you calm. "Sorry love, didn't mean to give you such a fright" You sigh softly and shake your head lightly. "No, it's alright. I was just.. Spaced out I guess" He studies you for a moment before nodding. There's a small period of silence between the two of you as you both look over the garden. You take a glance at his still hand on your waist and smile faintly. Maybe your wishes were coming true.

Just as you go to rest your head on his shoulder, he breaks the silence. "Fancy a walk?" You pause and think over his offer before nodding. "Yes, a walk sounds nice" And with that, he locks arms with you. You walk in pace with him down the stairs and through the gardens. There wasn't anymore words exchanged during this walk. Only thoughts that you both kept to yourself. For the most part, you had spaced out. Draco on the other hand, was panicking inside. All of his strange behavior over the last three weeks had lead up to this very moment. Was it going to be wonderful like in books? Or every possible horrid outcome he'd been imagining? He didn't know, but if he fell through, he would soon.

The two of you reach the grand foundation that sat in the middle of the gardens. It was beautiful and huge, splaying out pretty streams of clean water. Under the glow of the moonlight, the water seemed to be liquid crystal. He walked you around to the far side of the fountain, hiding you from any possible eyes by the manor. He suddenly stopped and unlinked his arm from yours. You gave him a puzzled look as he stood directly in font of you and took your hands in his own. "Do you trust me?" He questions, only confusing you more. "What? What kind of question is that? Yes, of course I trust you" He gives a firm nod at your response, "Close your eyes for me. Don't ask me why or refuse, just do it. Okay?"

Every single one of your senses was telling you to do the opposite of what he just told you to do. Despite yourself, you comply anyway. With a small huff, you close your eyes. His hands slowly pull away from yours. You try to make out what he's doing by sound, but anything he does is masked by the running water beside you. He takes in a deep breath. "Okay.. Open them" A gasp leaves you the second your eyes land on him. He's down on one knee, holding out a ring box. "Y/N," He opens the box, revealing a very pretty silver ring with a heart shaped emerald on it. "Will you marry me?" Your eyes, wide as they could get started to well with tears. You place one hand over your mouth, hiding how agape it was.

He couldn't read your reaction very well, and his facial expression changes slightly. A large smile then begins to form on your lips and you nod. "Really?" He asks in disbelief, a smile of his own threatening to come out. "Yes" You gasp out, tears beginning to fall. Instantly, he springs to his feet and pulls you into a tight hug. He lifts your feet of the ground and spins, earning a squeal from him. This was probably the happiest you'd ever seen him. Slowly, he stopped spinning and the two of you stare into each other's eyes. His grey ones are soft, holding a tender gaze. They flutter shut as he presses a kiss to your lips, gently setting you down as he does. Slowly, he drops down to one knee again and takes your left hand in his.

And with that, he slips the ring upon your finger.