Adiraargent

Shifter - Anime - HP - SNC I write imagines and take requests Wattpad: adira_argent

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Hi everyone! I'm a second year uni student living in Australia, I'm 19 and love anime, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Supernatural and gaming

What I Will Write

y/n x OC

OC x OC

OC x Canon

Canon x Canon

Gore

Angst

Fluff

Suggestive

What I WONT Write

NSFW/Smut

Pedo behaviour

Incest

Age gap

Just general uncomfy stuff

I write for pretty much any fandom, feel free to message me for inquiries :) Have an amazing day <3

Tips are appreciated

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Challenge - Levi Ackerman

Levi Ackerman x reader

The walls of the barracks were quiet, the only sounds the distant clanging of blades and the soft whispers of soldiers preparing for another day. You leaned against the cool stone, watching the light shift through the narrow windows, contemplating your place in this relentless world.

Levi Ackerman had always been an enigma. His presence commanded respect, yet he often kept others at arm’s length. You admired his strength and resilience but struggled to decipher the layers beneath his stoic exterior. You’d had your eyes on him for a while, sure he was a bit mean and had a resting bitch face, but he was tidy and he was handsome. His cold eyes and smooth skin… his soft hair, the way his muscles showed through his uniform when he moved even just a little bit

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the training yard, you found yourself alone with him. He was cleaning his blades, each movement deliberate and precise. You hesitated before approaching, the air thick with unspoken words.

“Why do you linger?” he asked, not looking up from his task. You stood up straight, hoping he hadn’t noticed the way that you had been staring at him while you pretended to be busy cleaning your boots.

“I was just—” You fumbled, heart racing. “I wanted to see if you needed help.”

He finally glanced at you, his piercing gaze locking onto yours. “Help? I can handle my own equipment.” You gnawed at the inside of your lip, worried this was a bad idea.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I know. I just thought… maybe we could talk?”

He sighed, placing his blade down. “Talk about what?” He looked at you, his heart thumping a little bit faster than usual. He knew you well, you were in his squad and had spoken many times, he really liked talking with you, though he didn’t plan on admitting that of course.

You hesitated again, then took a step closer. “About everything. The fights, the losses… and us.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly masked by indifference. “There is no ‘us.’ There’s the mission and the people we protect. Focus on that.” He had already lost so much, he knew he wouldn’t be able to deal with the pain of losing someone so close to him, so he made sure to keep you at a distance all these years, constantly reminding himself not to grow any attachments.

His words stung, but you refused to back down. “You think I can’t care about both? You’re not just a soldier to me, Levi.”

For a moment, the air was thick with tension. Levi’s expression softened, just slightly. “I don’t do well with attachments. They only lead to pain.”

“I get that,” you said softly, “but isolating yourself won’t protect you from it.” You shifted your weight from leg to leg as you stood anxiously in front of him, trying your best to keep up a confident facade

He studied you, as if searching for something. “You don’t understand the weight of this world.” He was right, you’d been on his squad for only 2 years and somehow you’d always been sent with a group that rarely attracted the attention of any titans. ‘Lucky’ you had called yourself, though hearing that someone you were close too wasn’t coming home was enough to make you want to die every time.

“Maybe I don’t, but I want to share that weight with you. You don’t have to carry it alone.” You didn’t know everything your captain had gone through, but you knew he’d seen stuff that was enough to drive an ordinary man completely insane.

He stood, the space between you suddenly feeling charged with unspoken emotions. “You think you can change my mind?”

“I think you deserve to feel something other than pain. Just let me in.” Levi shuddered slightly at your words, his gaze softening ever so slightly.

A long pause stretched between you, the silence echoing your heart’s desperate plea. Finally, he stepped closer, the distance shrinking. “You’re persistent.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

Levi’s lips curled into a rare, almost imperceptible smile. “It’s annoying.”

You chuckled softly, relief washing over you. “Maybe I can live with that.”

He held your gaze for a heartbeat longer before stepping back, the barrier still there but slightly more permeable. “Just remember: I’m not easy to love.”

You met his eyes with determination. “I’m not afraid of a challenge.”

With a slight nod, Levi turned back to his blades, but the tension in the air had shifted. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but for the first time, you felt the possibility of something more—a connection forged in the fires of battle and tempered by understanding.

And as the last light of day faded, you stood by his side, ready to face whatever came next together.

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[thefandomthings]

Oh. My. Gawd

[adiraargent]

could you write something about Eleanor Levetan? Anything would be fine, I just want someone to write something about it.

summary: you find out Eleanor never actually liked you, she just used you to get revenge on Drea warnings: none, angst, betrayal

The rain poured outside, its relentless drumming against the windowpanes echoing the turmoil in your heart as you stood in front of your girlfriend. Her piercing gaze bore into yours, a silent challenge hanging in the air between you.

"They warned me about you, I should have listened," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. She watched as your bottom lip trembled, your eyes glassing over as you stared at her.

Eleanor's expression remained impassive, her eyes betraying none of the emotions swirling beneath the surface. "And yet here you are," she replied, her voice as cold as the rain outside. "But it's too late now."

You swallowed hard, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. You had ignored the warnings, disregarded the cautionary tales whispered in hushed tones by those who knew the truth about Eleanor Levetan. And now, as you faced her in the dimly lit room, you realised the extent of your mistake.

The truth was, you had been drawn to Eleanor like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the allure of her cool personality, the way she dressed... her pretty eyes, the way her lip twitched at the corners before she'd smile. But now, as you stood before her, you couldn't help but feel a sense of regret creeping in, a gnawing uncertainty about the path you had chosen.

"I never meant for things to turn out this way," you admitted, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. "I thought I could handle whatever you threw at me, but I was wrong."

Eleanor's expression softened ever so slightly, a flicker of something akin to sympathy crossing her features. "You should have known better," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "But I suppose it's too late for regrets now."

As the rain continued to fall outside, you felt a sense of despair wash over you, the weight of your choices pressing down on your shoulders like a heavy burden. You had walked willingly into Eleanor's world, blinded by the promise of love and security, only to find yourself ensnared in a web of lies and deceit from which there seemed to be no escape.

And as you stood there, facing Eleanor in the midst of the storm, you couldn't help but wonder if you would ever find a way to break free from the chains that bound you, or if you would remain trapped in her grasp forever, a casualty of your own misguided ambition. "I love you Ellie," you choked out

"I only used you to get close to Drea."

But for now, all you could do was weather the storm, hoping against hope that someday, somehow, you would find a way to reclaim the life you had lost and the person you used to be before Eleanor Levetan came into your life.

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Right Decision? Mattheo Riddle x Reader x Theodore Nott

summary: you had to choose between the two of them... but did you make the right choice? warnings: indecisiveness, angst Requests open :)

The Hogwarts grounds were blanketed in a soft layer of snow, the air crisp and cold as you made your way across the courtyard. The winter chill nipped at your cheeks, but it was nothing compared to the storm of emotions brewing within you.

You were caught in the middle of a love triangle, torn between two boys who had captured your heart in different ways. On one side stood Mattheo Riddle, with his charming smile and magnetic presence, while on the other side was Theodore Nott, the epitome of mystery and allure.

You had tried to keep your feelings at bay, to ignore the undeniable pull you felt towards both boys. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, it became increasingly clear that you could no longer deny the truth.

The tension between the three of you was palpable, a silent rivalry that simmered beneath the surface whenever you were around. Mattheo would shoot Theodore a glare whenever he caught him stealing a glance in your direction, while Theodore would bristle whenever Mattheo's name was mentioned in conversation.

And you? You were stuck in the middle, torn between two worlds, unsure of which path to take. All you wanted was to find a way to make things right, to untangle the web of emotions that had ensnared your heart.

But as the days passed and the tension between you and the two boys reached a breaking point, you knew that a decision would have to be made. The question was, who would you choose? And more importantly, would your choice end up breaking the hearts of the other?

As you trudged through the snow, lost in thought, you couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to find happiness amidst the chaos of your tangled emotions. But for now, all you could do was wait and see what the future held.

The weeks passed, each day feeling heavier than the last as the weight of your indecision bore down on you. Mattheo and Theodore both continued to vie for your attention, their efforts only serving to intensify the turmoil in your heart.

Mattheo would leave small notes in your textbooks, accompanied by a charming smiley face or a witty remark, while Theodore would linger by your side during Potions class, his presence both comforting and unnerving.

You found yourself caught in a never-ending cycle of confusion, unable to escape the grip of your emotions. Every smile from Mattheo sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, while every lingering touch from Theodore awakened a longing deep within your soul.

But as the days turned into months, it became increasingly clear that a decision would have to be made. You couldn't continue to string both boys along, knowing that it would only lead to more heartache in the end.

And so, on a quiet evening in the Slytherin common room, you found yourself face to face with Mattheo and Theodore, the tension between the three of you almost suffocating.

"All I want is for you to look at me the way you look at him," Mattheo's voice broke through the silence, his eyes searching yours for answers.

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. "I... I don't know what to say," you stammered, your heart racing in your chest.

Theodore stepped forward, his expression unreadable as he reached out to take your hand in his. "You don't have to say anything," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Just know that whatever you decide, I'll be here for you."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you struggled to find the words to express the tumult of emotions raging within you. But before you could speak, Mattheo stepped forward, his eyes blazing with determination.

"I love you," he declared, his voice unwavering as he took your other hand in his. "And I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

In that moment, you realized that you couldn't continue to avoid the inevitable. With a heavy heart, you made your decision, knowing that no matter what path you chose, someone would end up getting hurt.

Taking a deep breath, you met Mattheo's gaze, the weight of your decision hanging heavy in the air. "I choose you," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper.

A flicker of relief crossed Mattheo's face as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if afraid to let you go. And as Theodore watched from a distance, his heart breaking with each passing moment, you couldn't help but wonder if you had made the right choice.

But as the warmth of Mattheo's embrace enveloped you, you knew that despite the pain and heartache, you had chosen the path that felt right for you. And as you leaned into his embrace, the weight of your decision lifted from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of peace and clarity.

As the snow continued to fall outside, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be swept away by the comfort of Mattheo's love, knowing that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, everything would be okay.

But the peace you felt in Mattheo's embrace was short-lived, overshadowed by the knowledge that your decision had caused Theodore unimaginable pain. Every time you saw him in the corridors of Hogwarts, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored your own, a constant reminder of the heartache you had caused.

You tried to reach out to him, to offer words of comfort and solace, but Theodore remained distant, his walls firmly in place as he struggled to come to terms with your choice. And with each passing day, the guilt weighed heavier on your shoulders, threatening to consume you from within.

Meanwhile, your relationship with Mattheo grew more strained with each passing moment. Despite his efforts to make you happy, there was a lingering sense of emptiness between you, a void that no amount of love or affection could fill.

You found yourself longing for Theodore's presence, his absence like a gaping hole in your heart that refused to heal. And as the days turned into weeks, you couldn't help but wonder if you had made the right choice after all.

But no matter how much you questioned your decision, there was no going back. Theodore had made it clear that he needed space, that he couldn't bear to be around you while the wounds were still fresh.

And so, you watched from a distance as Theodore withdrew further and further into himself, his once bright spirit dimmed by the weight of his heartache. It tore you apart to see him like this, knowing that you were the cause of his pain.

But despite the guilt and the anguish, you couldn't deny the feelings that still lingered in your heart. Try as you might to ignore them, the memories of your time with Theodore haunted you, a constant reminder of the love you had lost.

And as the days stretched into months, you couldn't help but wonder if you would ever find a way to mend the broken pieces of your heart, to find solace in the midst of the storm that raged within you.

But for now, all you could do was wait and hope that someday, somehow, you would find a way to make things right. And as you watched the snow fall outside the window, a silent prayer escaped your lips, a plea for forgiveness and redemption in the face of the choices you had made.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, you clung to the hope that someday, the wounds of the past would heal, and that you would find a way to move forward, stronger and wiser than before. But until that day came, all you could do was endure the pain and the heartache, knowing that it was the price you had to pay for love.

And as you closed your eyes and allowed the darkness to envelop you, you whispered a silent prayer for Theodore, a prayer that he would find the peace and happiness he deserved, even if it meant sacrificing your own.

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The Simple Things - Suna Rintaro

Suna Rintaro x reader Warnings: none Requests are open :)

As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the beach, Suna Rintaro and you found yourselves strolling along the shoreline. The gentle lapping of the waves and the distant cries of seagulls created a serene ambiance around you.

Suna's hands were tucked casually into his pockets, his usual calm demeanor softened by the tranquil atmosphere. You walked beside him, the sand warm beneath your feet, feeling content in each other's company.

"You know," Suna began, his gaze fixed on the horizon, "I never thought I'd find someone who enjoys simple moments like this as much as I do."

You smiled up at him, the evening light catching in his eyes, making them sparkle. "Sometimes it's the simple things that mean the most," you replied, leaning into his side.

He nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I suppose you're right."

As you continued your leisurely stroll, you couldn't help but steal glances at Suna, admiring the way the fading sunlight bathed him in a warm glow. His quiet confidence and understated charm had drawn you in from the moment you met him, and now, with each passing moment, you found yourself falling for him even more.

Suddenly, Suna stopped in his tracks, causing you to pause beside him. He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "Hey," he said softly, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze, anticipation coursing through you. "What is it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Suna took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I… I really like you," he confessed, his usually composed facade faltering ever so slightly. "I know I'm not the most expressive person, but being with you… it just feels right."

A rush of warmth flooded through you at his words, your heart overflowing with emotion. Without hesitation, you reached out and took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I like you too, Rin," you admitted, a smile spreading across your face. "More than you know."

In that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the world around you faded into darkness, you knew that this simple, yet profound connection you shared with Suna was something worth cherishing forever.

Hand in hand, you continued your stroll along the beach, the gentle sound of the waves serving as the backdrop to your budding romance, knowing that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, everything would be okay.

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your choso fic was absolutely ADORABLE oh my god, may i request an angsty choso x (preferably) fem reader who kinda has mommy issues? like she's not used to receiving this kind of love and affection from a person and she kinda gets emotional whenever choso expresses his love for her. if you don't feel comfy writing this please feel free to ignore! :3

I'm here for you - Choso Kamo

warnings: none, fluff, angst, mention of family issues wc 1.6k Thank you for the request <3 I hope you like it, if not lmk and I'll try again :)

The day had been a relentless cascade of stress and anxiety, each passing hour feeling like a battle against the weight of the world. You trudged through the front door of your apartment, your shoulders heavy with the burden of the day's struggles. The soft click of the door closing behind you seemed to echo in the silence of the empty lounge room. You sighed softly, putting your bag down on the kitchen bench before trudging over to the fridge, pulling it open tiredly to grab the water jug out.

Choso, who had heard the front door click shut rushed out of the room, an excited grin on his face as he went to welcome you home. However always perceptive to your moods, he was quick to notice the weariness etched into every line of your face. His concern was palpable as he approached you, his eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and worry.

"Hey my love, are you okay?" Choso's voice was gentle, his tone laced with genuine concern as he reached out to touch your arm.

You mustered a weak smile, though it felt like an effort to even lift the corners of your lips. "I'm fine," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue.

Choso's gaze softened, his hand lingering on your arm as he studied your face. "You don't have to pretend with me," he said softly, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of your turmoil. "I can see it in your eyes."

"I'm fine Cho," you muttered, shrugging his hand off your arm so you could reach up into the medical cabinet to grab some Panadol.

The dam of emotions threatened to burst, the weight of your worries pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. You swallowed hard, trying to push aside the overwhelming tide threatening to consume you.

"What's wrong my love?" he whispered again softly, being careful not to push your boundaries.

"It's just... everything," you murmured, your voice trembling with the weight of unspoken words. "Work, family... I feel like I'm drowning."

Choso's expression softened even further, his eyes filled with understanding as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "I'm here for you my sweet girl," he whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance in the midst of your storm. "Always."

You stiffened at the physical contact, still not used to it. You stood there, arms stuck to your side as you looked ahead, unsure of how to really react, the unfamiliar feeling of warmth around you causing an eruption in your stomach. You didn't know how to feel, the warmth from the hug felt so comforting... yet so unusual that it also mad you feel sick.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you leaned into his embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of his presence. You tried to hold back your tears, the belief that it was wrong to cry deeply etched into your soul as your mothers harsh words and lectures remained prominent in your memory.

It was times like these when you were reminded of just how fortunate you were to have Choso by your side, his unwavering support a beacon of light in the darkness.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion as you buried your face in his chest, allowing yourself to finally let go of the facade you had been clinging to all day.

Choso held you close, his arms a safe haven in the midst of the storm raging within you. "You don't have to do anything alone darling," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. "I love you, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Choso's love, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, the weight of your burdens easing ever so slightly. And as you clung to him, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

As you rested in Choso's embrace, the tension that had gripped your body slowly began to ebb away, replaced by a sense of tranquility that washed over you like a soothing balm. With each steady beat of his heart against your ear, you felt the jagged edges of your emotions begin to smooth out, the weight of the day's troubles dissipating into the ether.

"I know I don't say it enough, but I appreciate everything you do for me," you whispered, your voice barely above a hushed breath as you nuzzled closer to him, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace, "you're so patient with me... even after how I act and push you away..."

Choso's arms tightened around you, his touch a comforting anchor in the storm of your emotions. "You don't have to thank me love," he murmured, his voice soft and reassuring. "I love you, and I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Those words, spoken with such sincerity and depth of feeling, stirred something deep within you, a wellspring of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you once more. "I know you had it rough growing up, and you didn't get the love that you deserved... but I'm here to show you just how important and special you really are. You mean everything to me."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pulled back slightly, meeting Choso's gaze with a mixture of gratitude and love.

"I love you too, Choso," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion as you reached up to brush away the tears that lingered on your cheeks. "More than words can express."

Choso's eyes softened, his gaze filled with an unwavering devotion that took your breath away. Without a word, he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of the love and affection he held for you.

As you basked in the warmth of Choso's love, a sense of contentment washed over you, soothing the frayed edges of your soul. Wrapped in his arms, you felt a sense of safety and security that you had never known before, as if the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you in your own little bubble of serenity.

"Thank you," you murmured again against his lips, your words a whispered prayer of gratitude as you leaned into his touch, savoring the sensation of his lips against yours.

Choso smiled against your mouth, his fingers gently trailing down your spine in a tender caress. "There's no need to thank me, love," he said softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the stillness of the room. "I meant what I said, I'm always going to be here for you."

His words were a soothing melody that washed over you, filling you with a sense of peace that you had never known before.

"I'm so so grateful that you found me," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you pressed your forehead against his, your eyes locked in a silent exchange of love and devotion.

Choso's eyes softened, his gaze filled with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

The kiss was filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that lingered between you, a silent promise of love and commitment that bound you together in that moment. And as you melted into each other's embrace, you knew that you had found your home in Choso's arms.

But even as you clung to him, a nagging voice in the back of your mind reminded you of the scars that still lingered from your past, the wounds that ran deeper than any physical injury. You had spent so long building walls around your heart, guarding it against the pain and disappointment that seemed to follow you like a shadow. And now, with Choso by your side, those walls threatened to crumble, leaving you exposed and vulnerable once more.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, pulling away slightly as a wave of guilt washed over you. "I didn't mean to push you away like that. It's just... I'm not used to this."

Choso's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding as he reached out to cup your face in his hands. "Hey," he murmured, his voice gentle yet firm. "You don't have to apologise. I know it's not easy for you, but I'm here for you, always."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you leaned into his touch, seeking solace in the warmth of his hands against your skin. "I'm just so scared," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper as you let your guard down, allowing him to see the vulnerability that lay beneath the surface.

Choso's gaze softened, his thumb brushing away the tears that streaked your cheeks. "I know," he murmured, his voice filled with compassion and understanding. "But you don't have to be scared anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you, not while I'm here."

His words were a soothing balm to your wounded soul, offering comfort and reassurance in the face of your fears.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion as you pressed your forehead against his, your eyes locked in a silent exchange of love and devotion.

Choso's eyes softened, his gaze filled with an unwavering devotion that took your breath away. "And I love you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

written by @adiraargent Please do not steal or claim <3 Hope you enjoyed Requests are welcome :)

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Gentle Kisses - Choso Kamo

summary: cuddles and kisses with this cutie warnings: none, fluff, established relationship

The afternoon sunlight bathed the room in a golden glow, painting everything in warm hues as you and Choso lounged together on the plush couch. The day had been a flurry of activity, the two of you hanging out with Yuju in Tokyo, but now, in each other's presence, time seemed to slow down, allowing you both to savour every moment.

You nestled closer to Choso, his body heat providing you with a sense of safety that you had never felt before meeting him. His fingers idly traced patterns on your arm, sending tingles of warmth dancing across your skin. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, soft and tender, "What are you looking at?" you giggled softly, looking up at you boyfriend lovingly. He was silently admiring every curve and contour of your face, warmth flourishing through him as he looked at the person he loved more than anyone.

With a playful grin, Choso's fingertip danced lightly over your lips, eliciting a soft giggle from you. His touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt of electricity coursing through you, igniting a fire that burned brightly within your chest. You couldn't help but lean into his touch, craving the closeness and connection that only he could provide.

The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in your own little bubble of intimacy. Choso's touch was the only thing that mattered, his presence filling your senses with a heady mix of desire and affection. Every stroke of his fingertip sent shivers down your spine, drawing you closer to him with an irresistible magnetic pull.

As his touch lingered on your lips, you felt a surge of longing welling up inside you, a desperate yearning for the taste of his kiss. With a gentle sigh, you tilted your chin towards him, silently urging him to close the distance between you. Choso's eyes sparkled with a mixture of tenderness and desire as he met your gaze, his lips curving into a soft smile.

Without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of his love and devotion. The world fell away around you, leaving only the sensation of his lips against yours, warm and inviting. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting yet eternal connection that transcended time and space.

As you pulled away, breathless and exhilarated, Choso's gaze locked with yours, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I love you, my sweet girl" he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper as he brushed his thumb across your cheek.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart overflowing with love for the man who had captured your heart. In that moment, surrounded by love and warmth, you knew that you had found your home in Choso's arms, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Written by @adiraargent please do not steal or copy :) Hope you enjoyed Requests are open

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Sick - Jasper Rowle

warnings: none wc: 381

You were up in Jaspers dorm, he was sick and stuck in bed and somehow you had ended up on sick duty. Mattheo was on his bed across the room, reading his book while occasionally looking up at a coughing Jasper to tell him to shut up. Theodore and Blaise had left earlier, the two of them making their way down to the library to work on their Astronomy essay. You handed Jasper his soup and a spoon before reopening your parchment and ink to try and finish your assignment.

But despite your best efforts to concentrate, Jasper's incessant complaints about the Hogwarts house-elves' latest attempt at soup had become a constant distraction. "Please stop wasting what's left of your voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste," you teased, unable to contain your amusement any longer.

Jasper glanced up from his bowl of lukewarm broth, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he met your gaze. "But it's terrible," he protested, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer to you. "I swear, I could make a better batch blindfolded."

You couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics, the sound echoing through the dorm room and drawing a small glare from Mattheo.

"I highly doubt that," you replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "But even if the soup is subpar, at least you have your amazingly cool girlfriend to keep your company."

Jasper's expression softened at your words, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "True," he admitted, his voice tinged with warmth as he leaned back against the cushions. "I suppose even terrible soup is bearable when I'm with you."

You rolled your eyes playfully at his sentimentality, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Well, I'm glad to hear that I make up for the lack of culinary skills," you teased, nudging him gently with your elbow.

Jasper chuckled softly, the sound music to your ears as he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent gesture of affection. "You make everything better," he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke. He leant forward to kiss you, but you leant back, a grin making its way on your face

"uh uh, I'm not tryna get sick."

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Who told you I was broken? - Jasper Rowle

warnings: angst, fluff

The Forbidden Forest loomed ahead, its ancient trees casting long shadows in the fading light of dusk. You found yourself drawn to its edge, the tranquil solitude of the woods offering a refuge from the chaos of the world. But even amidst the quiet beauty of nature, your mind remained consumed by thoughts of Jasper Rowle.

The memory of your conversation with him weighed heavily on your heart, his words echoing in your mind like a haunting refrain. "Why do you think that you need to fix me?" he had asked, his voice laced with frustration and hurt. "Who told you I was broken?"

The questions had left you reeling, the realization dawning upon you that perhaps you had overstepped your bounds. Who were you to assume that you could fix him, that your love could mend the broken pieces of his soul? Lost in your thoughts, you found yourself wandering deeper into the forest, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound breaking the silence.

As you walked, the memory of Jasper's troubled expression plagued you, his pain etched into the lines of his face like a map of the trials he had endured. You had thought that you were helping him, that your love could heal the wounds that he carried deep within him. But now, you couldn't help but wonder if your efforts had only served to push him further away.

Lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice the sound of crunching leaves following after you. "Love," he called out after you, quickening his pace to catch up to you. You turned around quickly at the sound of his voice, your face contorting into a look of surprise

"J?"

"Why do you think that you need to fix me?" he whispered, the words escaping his lips before he could stop them.

"I'm sorry..." you whispered softly, wishing you could go back and redo it all, scared that you had messed up one of the few good things you had going for you. "I shouldn't have said all that, I shouldn't have tried to fix you, or even think that you needed fixing."

Jasper's expression softened at your words, a flicker of understanding passing between you. "I know I got upset and lashed out when you called me broken," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But that doesn't mean I'm not."

You reached out, your fingers trembling as they brushed against his cheek, a silent gesture of solidarity and understanding. In that moment, you realized that you didn't need to fix him, that you couldn't erase the pain that he carried within him. But you could stand by his side, offer him your love and support as he navigated the darkness that threatened to consume him.

And as you stood together in the heart of the Forbidden Forest, surrounded by the ancient trees and the gentle rustle of leaves, you knew that no matter what trials may lie ahead, you would face them together. Hand in hand, you would brave the darkness, bound by a love that could withstand even the deepest shadows.

"I adore you," he murmured softly, leaning into your palm. He grabbed your other hand, caressing it gently with his thumb before bringing it up to his mouth and planting a soft kiss on the skin of your hand.

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Slytherin Boys (Taylors Version)

This is part 2 - the other boys are on part 1 summary: Slytherin boys (Taylor's Version) x Reader warnings: swearing, smoking includes: Regulus Black, Blaise Zabini, Lorenzo Berkshire wc: 1532

Part 1

seven - Regulus Black

The air in the Black family manor was heavy with tension, a suffocating weight that seemed to press down on Regulus Black's shoulders with every passing moment. "Don't you dare walk away from me Regulus Black! Get your ass back down here right now before I'm forced to do something I won't like."

His fathers voice echoed through the halls around him, Regulus flinching slightly at the tone, memories of endless nights where his father had used the cruciatus curse on him.

He moved through the grand halls with a sense of unease, his steps hesitant as he navigated the labyrinth of memories that haunted the very walls of his home. Part of him hoped that Sirius would come out, maybe comfort him or something... but then he was harshly reminded that his brother was gone. He had left, found a new family and left him behind to deal with their awful parents by himself.

As he entered his room, Regulus couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to him like a second skin. He knew what awaited him beyond the closed door, the looming presence of his father casting a shadow over everything he did. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to face the inevitable confrontation that awaited him.

It was then that he heard your voice, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume him. You were sitting on his bed, your eyes filled with concern as you took in the sight of him standing there, a mere shell of the man you knew him to be.

I've been meaning to tell you

You bit your tongue, trying to think of the best thing to say to him as you pushed yourself off the bed, walking over to your boyfriend.

"Reggie..." your voice soft with empathy. "I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad, and that must be why."

Regulus's heart clenched at your words, the truth of them hitting him like a blow to the chest. His father's anger was a constant presence in their home, a dark cloud that hung over them like a curse. And yet, he had never dared to voice his fears, never allowed himself to admit just how much his father's rage had shaped his life.

But you saw through the facade, saw the pain and the fear that lay hidden beneath the surface. And in that moment, Regulus felt a flicker of hope ignite within him, a glimmer of light in the darkness that threatened to consume him.

"I think you should come live with me," you continued, your voice filled with determination.

And we can be pirates. Then you won't have to cry or hide in the closet.

You stand in front of him, your hand reaching up to swipe a tear off his cheek. Regulus's heart swelled with gratitude at your offer, the warmth of your love washing over him like a wave. To leave his home, to escape the clutches of his father's tyranny and forge a new life with you by his side – it was a dream he had scarcely allowed himself to entertain.

But as he looked into your eyes, he knew that it was a dream worth fighting for, worth risking everything he had ever known. F

And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on

"I love you," Regulus whispered softly, leaning forward to kiss you softly on the head before resting his forehead against yours, "I'm so grateful to have you in my life."

false god - Blaise Zabini

The air crackled with tension as you stood face to face with Blaise, your heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

We were crazy to think Crazy to think that this could work

"I really thought that this was going to work," you whispered, your voice barely audible, the memories of happier times flooding your mind. "Fuck, I really was crazy to think that this could work."

Blaise's eyes flickered with pain as he took in your words, the echoes of your past mistakes hanging heavy in the air between you. He felt guilty, he knew it was his fault. He knew he shouldn't have joined the death eaters, but his parents had raised him to do it from the moment he was born.

He reached out, his fingers trembling as they brushed against your cheek, a silent plea for forgiveness that left your heart aching with longing.

"Remember how I said I'd die for you?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion. "I really did mean it darling, I still do. I'd die for you."

We were stupid to jump, to believe that our love could conquer everything.

"Really?"

Blaise's expression softened at your words, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes as he dared to believe in the possibility of redemption. "I still do it for you, babe," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of love and regret, "this is killing me, please just trust me. We can get through this, I promise."

But you couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that lingered in the depths of your soul, the fear of repeating past mistakes casting a shadow over your heart. "They all warned us about times like this," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "They say the road gets hard, that we get lost when we're led by blind faith."

Blaise's hand tightened around yours, a silent promise to stand by your side through whatever trials may lie ahead. "But we might just get away with it," he murmured, his voice a gentle reassurance. "Even if it's a false god, we'd still worship this love. We'd still worship us."

I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me

You reached up to his cheek, he leant into your palm, his eyes shutting lightly at the touch, savouring the feeling he got from your skin incase this was the last time he would get to experience it.

Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness

"I'm so fucking sorry," Blaise choked out, looking into your eyes, begging you for forgiveness. "Please please please, im sorry."

Still worship this love Even if it's a false god Even if it's a false god Still worship this love

midnight rain - Enzo Berkshire

The rain fell softly against the windowpane, a gentle rhythm that echoed the tumultuous emotions swirling within your heart. You watched the droplets cascade down the glass, each one a poignant reminder of the choices you had made, the paths you had chosen to walk.

Lorenzo Berkshire stood beside you, his presence a comforting warmth in the cold, lonely night. But despite the solace he offered, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at your soul, the ache of regret that lingered in the depths of your being.

Rain, he wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain

"You always loved the rain," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, the word heavy with meaning.

Lorenzo's brow furrowed in concern as he listened to your words, the lines of worry etched into his features. He reached out, his hand coming to rest on yours, a silent gesture of understanding that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

He wanted a bride I was making my own name Chasing that fame He stayed the same All of me changed like midnight

"I should have said yes," you continued, your voice tinged with bitterness. "But I was too busy trying to get stronger, just for some fucking fame. And in the process, I lost sight of what truly mattered."

"You know you never did it for fame my love," he whispered, "you did it to get stronger and protect the people you cared about most."

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable I wanted that pain

You fought back a sob, eyes staring out the window, the coldness od the room beginning to make you shake. "You always saw the best in me, even if there really was nothing good to see." Lorenzo's grip tightened around you. But despite his unwavering support, you couldn't help but feel the weight of your decisions pressing down on you like a burden too heavy to bear.

"All of me changed like midnight," you whispered, the words a lament for the person you had once been, the dreams you had once held dear. "And now, I'm left wondering if it was all worth it."

The silence stretched between you, heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and shattered illusions. And as you stood together in the dim light of the room, you couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the simplicity of the past, for the love you had left behind in pursuit of something more.

So I peered through a window A deep portal, time travel All the love we unravel And the life I gave away

You look up at the window, glaring at your reflection... the only reflection shown on the glass. You were alone. He wasn't here, you hadnt seen him for years.

You thought about him every now and then, drinking to try and numb the pain, to try and convince yourself that you had made the right decision... or maybe that one day things would go back to how they had been.

But deep down, you knew that there was no going back, no undoing the choices you had made. And as you watched the rain continue to fall outside, you couldn't help but wonder if, somewhere out there in the darkness, he was thinking of you too.

I guess sometimes we all get Some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted And I never think of him Except on midnights like this (midnights like this)

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get away from me - Regulus Black

warnings: none, angst. summary: you find out that Regulus joined the death eaters

The evening air was heavy with tension as you stood face to face with Regulus Black, the man you had once loved with every fiber of your being. But now, as you looked into his eyes, all you could see was the darkness that had consumed him, the shadows lurking beneath the surface of his once bright soul.

"Get away from me," you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper, the weight of betrayal heavy on your heart. You tried your best to keep the tears at bay, gnawing at the inside of your cheek to hold back a sob.

Regulus's expression flickered with pain, his features contorted with guilt and remorse. "Please," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Let me explain..."

But you shook your head, unable to bear the sight of him any longer. "There's nothing left to explain," you choked out, the words catching in your throat like shards of glass. "You made your choice, Regulus. You chose darkness over everything we had together."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you turned away, the pain of his betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound. You had believed in him, had trusted him with your heart and soul, only to have him shatter your trust into a million irreparable pieces.

Regulus reached out, his hand trembling as he reached for you, but you recoiled, the touch of his fingers burning like fire against your skin. "Don't," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "Don't touch me."

He faltered, the weight of your words hitting him like a blow to the chest. "I never wanted to hurt you," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You have to believe me, I never wanted any of this..."

But you couldn't bear to listen to his excuses, couldn't bear to hear him try to justify the choices he had made. "You made your bed, Regulus," you spat, your voice filled with a bitterness that tasted like bile in your mouth. "Now lie in it."

Regulus stepped back at you using his actual name instead of the usual 'Reggie'

With one final glance, filled with equal parts pain and sorrow, you turned and walked away, leaving behind the shattered remnants of a love that had once been so pure and true. The tears flowed freely now, blurring your vision as you stumbled blindly through the halls of Hogwarts, each step a painful reminder of the love you had lost.

And as you disappeared into your room that night, the echoes of your parting words hung in the air like a haunting refrain, a painful reminder of the betrayal that had torn you apart. "Get away from me," you had said, and in that moment, you knew that there was no turning back. For in Regulus Black, you had lost not only the man you loved, but also a piece of yourself that could never be reclaimed.

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Love at First Sight - Shidou Ryusei

The hum of conversation and the rich aroma of coffee enveloped you as you nestled into a cozy corner of the bustling cafe, your attention entirely absorbed by the pages of a book one of your friends had recommended of you to read. The world around you seemed to fade as you lost yourself in the words, savoring the solitude.

Unexpectedly, a loud voice sliced through your concentration. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

Startled, you glanced up to find a tanned boy with blonde and pink hair standing before you, an irreverent smirk dancing on his lips. His crazy, pink hair and mischievous pink eyes gave him an effortlessly exciting air.

"Please don't. Once was already painful enough," you retorted, your lips curving into a half-smile.

Shidou's laughter, deep and infectious, resonated through the air as he took the empty seat opposite you. "Guess I'll have to find a different approach then."

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You drew stars around my scars - Slytherin Boys

summary: Slytherin boys (Taylor's Version) x Reader warnings: mentions of scars (not specified what from), swearing, smoking includes: Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Jasper Rowle, Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle - I will do a part 2 with other characters if anybody wants one :) wc: 2373 Part 2

Theodore Nott - Cardigan

Theodore Nott sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his gaze tender as he studied the scars that adorned your skin. You could feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns along the lines of your past, his touch feather-light as he navigated the landscape of your history.

As you looked up at him, a warmth swelled in your chest, but you couldn't help but worry. Worry that he was just use you, use you like others had done in the past. Tossing you away when they were done with you.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite

"Thank's for sticking around Theo," you murmerd softly, your cheeks flushing a pretty pink tone.

He looked up at you then, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "You are my favorite person in this shitty world," he murmured, his voice soft like the rustle of leaves in the wind, despite the crude words. "Every scar, every imperfection, only serves to make you more beautiful in my eyes."

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, calming the storm of insecurities that raged within your soul. With Theodore by your side, you felt safe, protected from the harsh judgments of the world by the warmth of his love.

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

People had always judged you for something, it was a judgemental world that you lived in. Maybe someone judged you for your skin, or your scars... or maybe just the way that you wore your hair. Maybe it was your weight or your height. Nobody was perfect... thought Theodore Nott would beg to differ, in his eyes you were the embodiment of perfection.

And of course, people judged you for being with Theodore Nott, a Slytherin boy with a troubled past. One that liked to smoke and drink, that liked to get into fights and argue with teachers and students alike. But you were in love. 'Love?' they'd ask you and laugh. 'You're so young, what the hell would you know about love?'

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

Theodore's fingers stilled against your skin, his eyes searching yours with a depth of understanding that left you breathless. "I may not have all the answers," he said softly, "but I promise to stand by your side through every uncertainty, to hold you close and chase away the shadows of doubt that threaten to consume you."

And as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against each scar, his lips a tender caress against your skin, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm embrace. With Theodore, you knew that you were never alone, that no matter what trials and tribulations lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart.

For in his touch, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. And as he traced stars around your scars with his fingers, you knew that no matter how dark the night may seem, the light of his love would guide you safely home.

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Mattheo Riddle - Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30 AM As everything was slipping right out of our hands

As the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the darkened landscape, you quietly snuck out of your shared home , your heart heavy with doubt and fear. Tears streamed down your face unchecked as you clutched your suitcase tightly, the weight of your decision bearing down on you like a heavy burden.

You had always struggled with trust issues and abandonment fears, scars from a childhood marred by betrayal and heartache. And now, faced with the prospect of being completely in love with a boy who had been nothing but good to you, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all.

Mattheo Riddle, that cocky, short-tempered Slytherin, had become the center of your world, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume you. You got together in your second last year of school and were still together now a year after graduating. And yet, the thought of allowing yourself to fall completely and unconditionally in love with him terrified you to your core. You loved him, you knew that you did... but did love really exist? Falling in love was dangerous, it was setting yourself up to get your heart broken.

"I'll never leave you alone," his voice echoed in your mind, a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your thoughts. You had been sitting at the Black lake, the two of you had been together for 3 months and it was the first time you had told each other 'I love you'

But as much as you longed to believe his words, the scars of your past lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering you had endured. Even after all this time, you still had doubts. And so, with a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you made the decision to leave, to distance yourself from the one person who had come to mean everything to you.

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street Braced myself for the goodbye 'Cause that's all I've ever known

Bracing yourself for the goodbye, you took a hesitant step forward, the weight of your suitcase dragging behind you like an anchor. But before you could take another step, a voice called out to you from behind, stopping you dead in your tracks.

Turning around, you saw Mattheo running towards you, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I won't let you go," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'll never leave you alone, I promise."

And in that moment, as he took you in his arms and held you close, you felt a sense of peace wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. For in Mattheo's embrace, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

"I promise I will do everything to prove I am nothing like he was," he whispered against your ear, his words a testament to the depth of his love and devotion. "You're the best thing that's ever been mine."

And as you looked into his eyes, filled with love and sincerity, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart. For in Mattheo Riddle, you had found a love worth fighting for, a love that would stand the test of time.

Jasper Rowle

As you and Jasper Rwle walked hand in hand through the winding streets of Diagon Alley, a sense of contentment settled over you like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. His hand in yours felt like home, grounding you in the present moment and reassuring you. You felt so safe with him, the way he softly rubbed your hand with his thumb sent warmth through your body, the heat being a stark contrast to the snow falling around you

"Can I go where you go?" you whispered, your voice barely above a hushed murmur as you gazed up at him with adoration shining in your eyes. You didn't mean to say it out loud. But you just wanted to be with him as much as possible, the way you felt when you were around him was unlike anything you had felt before.

You felt alive, wanted... loved.

Jasper's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with love and affection. "Forever and ever," he replied, his voice a soft melody in the air. "You and me, always."

And as you walked together, lost in the beauty of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore.

Take me out, and take me home

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin, "c'mon, lets get to the three broomsticks then I'll take you back, its not good for you to be out in the snow for too long, I don't want you to get sick.

You're my, my, my, my Lover.

"Okay my love," you replied with a smile, letting him pull you along in the direction of the pub.

Jasper's grip on your hand tightened, as though afraid to let go, as though afraid that this perfect moment would slip through his fingers like grains of sand. "You're so gorgous," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that took your breath away. "i adore you."

And as you walked together, lost in the maze of streets and alleys, you knew that no matter where life may take you, you would always find your way back to each other.

Draco Malfoy - getaway car

No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling grounds of Malfoy Manor as Draco Malfoy and you sat together on his expensive broomstick. It was a moment suspended in time, a brief respite from the chaos and turmoil of the world outside.

As you gazed out at the rolling hills before you, Draco's hand found yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. But beneath the facade of tranquility, there was an undercurrent of tension, a sense of unease that lingered in the air like a shadow.

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes

You knew Draco was a death eater now, knew he had done bad things and helped bad people but you couldn't bring yourself to leave him. You loved him, and whenever you thought about the bad things he had done, your heart was quick to remind you of all the good times you had together.

All the late night talks, the joking around, the kissing and holding... everything.

But as the miles stretched out before you, you couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself

You fought to held back tears, the two of you were now on the run and now because of him, you were leaving all your friends and family behind. You were a traitor now and it was all his fault.

Draco's grip tightened around the broom handle, his gaze distant as he stared out at the sky ahead. "I knew it from the start," he admitted, his voice tinged with sorrow. "We were cursed."

You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far

You new the order would be after you soon, they knew what Draco had done. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, burying your head into his back as you held onto him, scared of falling.

Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart

And as you flew on into the night, the sirens in the beat of your heart seemed to grow louder, a relentless reminder of the consequences of your actions. You should have known that you'd never leave, that the promise of freedom would come at a steep price, one that you weren't willing to pay if it meant leaving Draco.

So still, you clung to each other, two lost souls adrift in a sea of chaos and uncertainty. For in each other's arms, you found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in a world gone mad.

And as the stars twinkled overhead and the world blurred past, you knew that no matter where the road may lead, you'd never leave him

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (oh-oh)

Tom Riddle - right where you left me

Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight"

Under the soft glow of the restaurant lights, you found yourself seated alone at a corner table, the memories of your past love weighing heavily on your heart. Friends had come and gone, relationships had blossomed and withered away, but you remained rooted in the past, unable to move forward.

Your eyes kept flicking up to the empty chair in front of you, your plate of food going cold as it sat in front of you completely untouched. The workers looked over, eyes filling with sympathy and sadness at the all-familiar face they had seen too many times, brief flashes of the happy couple that had once sat there.

Everybody moved on I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, the echoes of the past danced around you like ghosts in the night. You remembered the first time you had met, the way his smile had lit up the room and warmed your heart. But now, all that remained were distant memories, fragments of a love that had once been.

You couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about you, if he ever regretted the choices he had made. Did he know that you were still waiting for him, still hoping for a second chance at love? Or had he moved on, leaving you behind like a forgotten relic of the past?

Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever

The restaurant buzzed with life around you, the sounds of laughter and conversation blending together in a cacophony of noise. But amidst the chaos, you felt alone, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of strangers.

And as you sat there, watching the world pass you by, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. You longed for the warmth of his embrace, the comfort of his presence, but you knew deep down that he was gone, lost to you forever.

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

Yet, despite the ache in your heart and the tears in your eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to leave. You were stuck in the past, trapped in a cycle of longing and regret, unable to move forward without him by your side.

But as the night wore on and the restaurant began to empty out, you knew that you couldn't stay there forever. It was time to let go of the past and embrace the future, to find happiness within yourself and move on from the love that had once consumed you.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you rose from your seat and made your way towards the door. And as you stepped out into the cool night air, you made a silent vow to yourself to never look back, to keep moving forward no matter how difficult the journey may be.

If our love died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

But it was a vow you knew you'd break just for him.

written by @adiraargent

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Your pain is my pain - Mattheo Riddle

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader warnings: none, mentions of wizarding war ig wc: 475

In the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, the room felt suffocatingly silent, save for the occasional rustle of sheets as you shifted uncomfortably in bed. The weight of the nightmares pressed down upon you like a heavy blanket, suffusing the air with an almost palpable sense of dread.

You lay there, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling as your mind churned with memories of horrors past. Night after night, the same visions plagued your dreams, dragging you back into the depths of despair with a relentless grip that refused to let go. Flashes back to the wizarding war and your last year of school. The war had ended a little over a year ago now and your nightmares had been coming back.

And yet, amidst the darkness, there was a flicker of light – a beacon of hope that shone brightly in the form of Mattheo Riddle, the cocky, slightly short-tempered Slytherin boy who had captured your heart in ways you never thought possible.

He had been your rock through it all, ever since you started dating in your fourth year. He was a constant source of strength and solace in a world gone mad. And as you lay there, grappling with the demons that haunted your every waking moment, you couldn't help but wonder why you hadn't confided in him sooner.

"Why didn't you tell me the nightmares are back?" His voice shattered the silence like a thunderclap, pulling you from the depths of your reverie. He tightened his grip around your waist, his presence a comforting warmth against the chill of the night.

You turned to face him, your heart heavy with guilt and regret. "I... I didn't want to burden you," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the room. "You have enough on your plate as it is."

Mattheo's expression softened, his eyes filled with a tenderness that took your breath away. "You know I never minded helping you with them," he said gently, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Your pain is my pain, and your burdens are mine to bear."

Tears welled up in your eyes at his words, a floodgate of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. How had you been so blind to the depth of his love, so oblivious to the fact that he would move heaven and earth to ease your suffering?

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to shut you out."

Mattheo pulled you into his arms then, holding you close as though afraid to let go. "You never have to apologize for being human," he murmured against your hair, his breath warm against your skin. "We'll face these nightmares together, just like we always have."

And in that moment, as you surrendered yourself to the safety of his embrace, you knew that no matter what horrors the night may bring, you would never have to face them alone. For in Mattheo Riddle, you had found a love that transcended even the darkest of dreams, a love that would light the way through even the bleakest of nights.

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I Like the Way Your Hand Fits in Mine

Hanma Shuji x Reader warnings: Angst, death

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Shuji Hanma and I found ourselves strolling through the park, hand in hand. The golden hues of the falling leaves danced around us, painting the world in shades of amber and russet. I liked the way his hand felt around mine, his calloused and cold skin felt so comforting to me... the way his hand covered mine made me feel so safe.

But amidst the beauty of nature's spectacle, there was an undeniable tension hanging between us, a silent question that lingered in the air like a heavy fog.

We had been dancing around our feelings for what felt like an eternity, tiptoeing along the fragile line between friendship and something more. And as we walked side by side, I couldn't help but steal glances at the man who had stolen my heart, wondering if he felt the same way I did.

And then, as if sensing the turmoil raging within me, Shuji came to a sudden stop, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. Following his line of sight, I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw the most breathtaking sunset I had ever witnessed, a fiery tapestry of reds and oranges that stretched across the horizon like a canvas painted by the gods themselves.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.

Shuji turned to me then, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that took my breath away. And in that moment, as the last rays of sunlight bathed us in their warm embrace, he reached out and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers in a silent promise of forever.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," he said softly, his voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the fading day.

And in that simple gesture, I felt a wave of emotion crash over me, threatening to drown me in a sea of longing and desire. For in Shuji's touch, I found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in a world that often seemed so dark and unforgiving.

But amidst the warmth of his touch, there was a quiet sadness that lingered beneath the surface, a reminder of the obstacles that lay ahead of us. For Shuji was a man torn between duty and desire, his loyalty to the Tokyo Manji Gang a constant source of tension between us.

Yet, despite the challenges that lay ahead, I couldn't bring myself to let go. His love was a lifeline in a sea of uncertainty, a guiding light that led me through the darkest of nights. And so, with a silent prayer on my lips, I squeezed his hand tightly, silently vowing to stand by his side no matter what.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, our love blossomed like the flowers in spring, each moment spent together a precious gift to be cherished and savored. And yet, beneath the surface of our idyllic romance, there was a sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a heavy shroud, a silent reminder of the dangers that lurked just beyond the horizon.

And then, one fateful day, tragedy struck.

I remember the moment as though it were yesterday, the sound of tires screeching, the sickening crunch of metal on metal, the deafening silence that followed. And as I rushed to Shuji's side, my heart pounding in my chest, I felt a sense of dread wash over me like a tidal wave, threatening to pull me under.

I felt the world stop spinning as I fell down to the ground next to him, my heart was hammering in my chest, beating against my ribs in an attempt to get out, my lungs screaming as I felt my body imploding. I couldn't breath... I took his hand in mine, squeezing it tightly as though it were the only thing keeping me anchored to this world, I whispered those three words that had come to define our relationship.

"I love you, Shuji," I said softly, my voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the fading day.

And in that moment, as the last rays of sunlight bathed us in their warm embrace, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that even in death, our love would endure. For in Shuji's touch, I had found a love that transcended time and space, a love that would guide me through the darkest of nights and lead me safely into the arms of eternity.

As I held Shuji's hand tightly, the weight of the moment crashed down upon me with unbearable force. The words he spoke, "I like the way your hand fits in mine," echoed in my mind, a poignant reminder of the depth of our connection. But even as I clung to his hand, desperate to hold onto the fleeting moment, I knew that our time together was slipping away like sand through an hourglass.

The sirens wailed in the distance, a haunting melody that underscored the tragedy unfolding before us. Paramedics rushed to Shuji's side, their urgent movements a stark contrast to the stillness of the park. Panic clawed at my chest as I watched them work tirelessly to save him, each passing second stretching into eternity.

And then, as quickly as it had begun, it was over. The paramedics exchanged solemn glances, their expressions conveying a truth that I was unwilling to accept. Shuji was gone, leaving nothing but a void in his wake.

I knelt there beside him, my hand still clasped tightly in his, as tears streamed down my face unchecked. The world around me blurred into nothingness, leaving only the echo of my shattered heart reverberating through the emptiness.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," his words echoed in my mind, a cruel reminder of the love we had shared and the future we would never get to see.

In the days that followed, I wandered through life in a haze of grief and disbelief. Everywhere I looked, I saw reminders of Shuji – in the sunset that painted the sky in hues of orange and red, in the laughter of children playing in the park, in the empty space beside me where he used to stand.

But amidst the pain and sorrow, there was a glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished. For in Shuji's touch, I had found a love that transcended even death itself, a love that would guide me through the darkest of nights and lead me safely into the arms of eternity.

And so, with Shuji's memory as my guiding light, I vowed to live each day with purpose and passion, cherishing every moment, every touch, every whispered word as though it were my last. For in the end, it was not the length of our lives that mattered, but the depth of the love we shared, a love that would endure long after we were gone.

"I like the way your hand fits in mine," I whispered into the silence of the night, my voice trembling with emotion. "And even though you're gone, I'll carry that love with me always."

And as the tears fell like rain, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, knowing that somewhere out there, Shuji was watching over me, his hand forever entwined with mine in a love that would never fade.

Written by @adiraargent

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Like you love me - Mattheo Riddle

warnings: fluff, kissing summary: you catch your boyfriend looking at you from across the room...

Mattheo Riddle leaned against the wall, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched you across the room. You were engrossed in a conversation, your laughter ringing through the air. He couldn't help but admire the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled, the way your expressions animated every story you told. As he lost himself in observing you, you suddenly caught his gaze and made your way toward him.

"Don't look at me like that," you teased, a playful glint in your eyes as you joined him by the wall.

"How am I looking at you?" Mattheo replied, arching an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

"Like you love me," you said with a mischievous grin, a hint of amusement coloring your tone.

Mattheo's expression softened, the corners of his lips curling up into a genuine smile. "Maybe I do," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, almost lost in the ambient noise around you.

Your breath hitched at his words, the air suddenly charged with an unspoken tension. His gaze held yours, a silent invitation lingering between you both. Without a word, he reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle yet filled with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away, the world narrowing down to just the two of you. The music, the chatter, the bustling atmosphere—it all became background noise, insignificant compared to the electricity crackling in the air.

"Maybe?" you echoed softly, your heart pounding against your chest, anticipation building with every passing second.

Mattheo leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. And then, with a whisper-soft touch, his lips met yours in a tender, hesitant kiss. It was a delicate dance of emotions, a silent confession spoken through the meeting of lips.

Time seemed to stand still as you melted into each other's embrace, the world around you fading into a blissful blur. In that fleeting moment, nothing else mattered except the undeniable truth that hung between you both—a love that had silently woven itself into the fabric of your connection.

When you finally pulled away, your eyes met again, now filled with an unspoken understanding, a shared acknowledgment of something beautiful that had just been awakened between you.

"Maybe," Mattheo repeated, his voice now tinged with a certainty that mirrored the newfound depth in his gaze, "I definitely do."