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starlost-andfound · 3 years

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slow dancing in the dark (amoureux au) / d.j.s

Following Chapter 17 of Amoureux...

Summary: in which daniel’s heart belongs to louisa forever, but her heart has fallen into the arms of another

a/n: this was so similar to chapter 18 and 19 of Amoureux i almost didn’t write it rip

Warnings: Angst, absolute lack of knowledge on how galas & weddings worked in the 1820s (bear with me)

Word Count : Approximately 3.46K (oops...)

Extra: Surprise @chilling-seavey! + Thank you to @stuffofseaveyy for hyping me up this morning and @jonahlovescoffee for the help on the dialogue, I love you!

“I am marrying your brother in a week. We need to stop this now, okay?”

“No. No, you don’t mean that.” Daniel chuckled in disbelief. Louisa’s firm response before walking away hit Daniel hard. She couldn’t really mean that? Could she? He stayed away from the wedding preparations in the main hall of the church, and lingered in the background, deep in his thoughts.

That night when they returned, he waited until Christian retreated to his room before peeking his head out of his room. Once he saw the hallway was clear, he hurried over to Louisa’s room, quietly knocking on her door.

Daniel listened quietly as he heard a shuffle on the other side before the door opened by a crack. Louise looked out, her curious expression instantly turning to a frown.

“What are you doing, Daniel?”

“I came here to talk to you.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Louisa pushed the door but Daniel held back, holding his hand against it.

“Please, Louisa,” he looked into her eyes, a desperation in his words.

Louisa stepped back, silently, holding the door open for him. She checked the hallways before shutting the door and turning to Daniel with a sharp look on her face, “Well, go on.”

Daniel felt taken back at her sudden brash tone. He gulped, before straightening his shoulders, “You can’t be serious about marrying Christian, Louisa.”

“What do you mean?”, she whispered harshly, “I have to do what’s right for the country and the integrity of our families, Daniel.”

Daniel huffed, “What about for you? Is this right for you? Do you even love him, Lou?”

Louisa crossed her arms over her chest, “It’s Louisa and yes, I do.”

Daniel’s heart dropped, “You do?”

He stepped closer to her, “What about us? What about me? Do you not love me?”

“Merde. Daniel, don’t do this right now.”

“The kisses in the stairwell, the late nights we spent loving each other, everything. What was that for?”

Louisa sighed, looking out at the balcony in her room where the moonlight slipped through the open doors. She turned to Daniel, “We were being young, and naive, and reckless. I’m going to get married, it had to end.”

“Yes, we were young and we were naive and it was reckless but, tell me I’m wrong- we were in love, Lou.”

Louisa looked at Daniel in his eyes and with a strong tone she whispered, “You are right. We were in love. Were. And for the last time, it’s Louisa.”

Daniel shuddered, stepping back.

“You need to leave,” she gestured towards the door.

“You’re lying.”

“I am not.”

“Yes, you are,” Daniel glared. “You are so utterly blinded by my brother’s love. Does he show you love like I do?”

“Daniel, stop it, right now.”

Daniel stepped closer to her, ignoring her words as he continued, “Does he make you smile like I do? Does he hold you like I -”

“La ferme!”, Louisa��s loud response stunned Daniel to silence. She never raised her voice at him.

Louisa jabbed her finger into Daniel’s chest, her lips trembling in anger as she spoke, “You have no right to walk in here and tell me who I am to love. What we had is long gone and over. I love Christian and I will marry him. Now, leave.”

Daniel gulped reaching for her, “Lou-”

“Leave.”

_ _ _

Daniel felt sick to his core as he watched Louisa walk down the aisle to Christian. Everyone settled down as the ceremony started, sharing smiles across the hall. Daniel sat silently, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.

“Christian John, wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together according to God’s law in the holiest state of matrimony? Wilt thou love her, comfort her, protect her, and keep her in sickness and in health and keep only unto her so long as ye both shall live?”

Daniel could feel the burn in his chest as he watched his brother smile at her and reply without any hesitation, “I will.”

The bishop turned to Louisa and Daniel couldn’t take it anymore. He got up from his seat and walked past to the gate. A firm hand held him back and he turned to meet his mother, “Where do you think you are going, Daniel?”

Daniel stifled a cry, “I am not feeling well, mother. I think I may be down with a cold.”

He was thankful for the heart broken tears in his eyes which looked to his mother, to be a sign of illness. His mother dismissed him, asking a guard to escort him back to the castle before turning back to the ceremony just as the bishop asked Louisa the marriage sealing question.

Daniel walked out of the church, clenching his fists as Louisa’s words echoed through the hall before the door shut behind him.

“I will.”

_ _ _

If the wedding wasn’t too much to bear, the extravagant gala celebrating the newly wed royals, left Daniel devastated. It had been a week since the wedding and his acting skills weren’t enough to maintain the role of a sick prince. He laid in bed as the doctor did a check up, dreading the day ahead as the royal servants prepared the grand hall for that night.

“Is it absolutely necessary for me to attend? I still feel a little under the weather,” he muttered, watching as the doctor packed his tools in his briefcase.

“Your temperature is perfectly healthy and you show no symptoms of any illness. I am afraid you need to attend,” the doctor picked up his case and bowed down, “Your royal highness.”

Daniel dismissed the doctor and watched with sorrowful eyes as he left the room. There was no way out of this. He was somewhat thankful because of the wedding and preparations for the gala, all his classes were cancelled until further notice. The young prince stayed in his room, refusing to do anything else. His act of catching a cold allowed him to have his meals in his room for the past week but with the gala approaching and no reason not to attend, he couldn’t avoid it.

It seemed like time passed all too quickly and soon the clock above his chest of drawers struck 6. As the hour hand touched the tips of the number twelve, Daniel’s personal royal servants stepped into the room with his suit in their hands. They urged him to get dressed, fixing his hair and polishing his shoes as he stared blankly ahead.

“Your royal highness,” the servants bowed and exited the room once Daniel dismissed them and he was left alone again. His sighed as his eyes drifted around the room, trying to find anything that could peak his interest and distract him. He found himself staring at this bedside table’s drawer which held in secret, the letters and whispers of his old lover.

Though his mind resisted, his heart was pulled towards it. His feet carried him across the room and to the table where he picked up the first of many envelopes in the pile.

À mon amoureux secret

Daniel traced her handwriting on the envelope, his hands trembling as he opened the folded paper. He read the letter over and over again, his eyes memorising every detail in every curve of the pen which spelled the words which once held so much love and passion. With every line he read, Daniel’s vision blurred, pulling and distorting the words. He wiped his eyes, and shoved the letter back into the drawer, slamming it shut.

A knock on the door pulled him to compose himself as he steadied his breathing, furiously blinking away the tears.

“Yes, you may come in,” he called out.

A recognizable face of one of the royal guards, Daniel knew as Jack, opened the door and stepped into the room.

“Sir, it is time,” he straightened his posture, “We must escort you to the grand hall.”

Daniel nodded, following Jack out.

“Have all the guests arrived?”, Daniel inquired as they approached the doors, the sound of chatter and classical music growing louder.

Jack nodded briefly, “Most of the guests have, Sir.”

Daniel gulped, “Is Louisa here yet?”

Jack shook his head, “The prince and princess will arrive in half an hour.”

The guards at the door bowed their heads before opening the two large wooden doors, allowing Daniel to enter. He kept a low profile, not that it required much work. Everyone was far too excited to meet the newly wed royal couple. To the pleased eyes of his mother, Daniel maintained a polite character, greeting the guests.

A tap on his shoulder, pulled Daniel away from his seat as he turned to his mother.

“Daniel, I would like you to meet someone.”

Daniel followed his mother to a group of three people. Daniel scanned the three, noting their resemblance, their clothing and their features. They looked to be from another royal family, a king, a queen and another princess. Daniel’s mother introduced him to the family, placing extra emphasis on the princess.

“Princess Cecile of Denmark,” the mother introduced the young princess who looked to be the same age as Daniel.

The princess curtsied, a soft smile on her face, “Your royal highness.”

Daniel bowed down, greeting her, with a subtle glare hidden in his almost neutral expression as he observed her. She was beautiful, he wouldn’t deny that, but she wasn’t her. Her hair was a darker brown and her eyes, although they were the same colour, didn’t glow the same.

To his dismay, his mother left him to interact and talk to the princess. Daniel smiled politely as they conversed. Her shy smiles and the slight blush on her cheeks every time he spoke, did not go unnoticed by Daniel. He inhaled deeply, his breath shaking in all his frustration.

“What do you enjoy doing in your free time?”, Cecile asked.

Daniel’s lips tugged up in a close lipped smile, “I like composing music.”

Cecile looked down at the curt response, “That sounds lovely,” she grinned.

An awkward silence fell over the two. Daniel turned his head, his eyes checking the time on the clock.

5 minutes until she arrived.

“Excuse me,” Daniel abruptly excused himself, barely waiting for the princess’ response before he pushed through the crowd. He had no sense of direction, he just wanted an escape from it all. He spotted the table of food that laid ahead, and changed his direction towards it. On the way, Daniel bumped into one of the countless servants he didn’t recognize. The servant carried a tray, holding an arrangement of glasses filled with champagne.

“Champagne, sir?”

Daniel hesitated a moment, the ache in his chest clouding his thoughts as he reached for a glass. He held the glass delicately in his hands, carrying it to a corner in the hall near the table, free of large crowds. He looked across the hall, everyone seemingly occupied in a conversation. His gaze dropped to the glass of champagne and he lifted it to his nose, taking a sniff.

Daniel pulled back from the glass slightly, his face breaking into a grimace before he took a sip, testing the taste on his tongue. The unfamiliar liquid frizzled and invaded his mouth with a bitter taste. He took a larger gulp of the drink, feeling the warmth which burnt his throat and the slight wave that washed over him.

With a sudden tilt of the glass, he downed the glass, wincing at the taste. Daniel looked around the room, placing the glass on the table of food. His eyes drifted to another servant carrying glasses of champagne and he approached them, grabbing another. He lifted it up to his lips, taking a large sip.

The sudden sound of the trumpets in the hall and the silence that fell across the crowd pulled Daniel away from his drink as he looked up at the entrance of the room. He watched with a look of distaste on his face as an announcement was made and his brother walked into the hall with Louisa, their arms linked. The members of the crowd, bowed and curtsied respectfully. With the largely crowded room, no one noticed how Daniel remained standing, his eyes set on the royal couple.

As the couple descended the stairs and greeted the guests, Daniel chugged down his drink, the harsh liquid staining his mouth with the lingering smell of the alcohol. Daniel remained in his corner of the hall by the table, observing the movements of the crowd, yet his eyes always seemed to betray him, falling onto her. His head fell back and he rested it against the wall as he admired her from afar.

Daniel thought she was the most beautiful in the room, more beautiful than the moon, even. Her gown complimented her perfectly. He noticed the extra curl in her strawberry blonde hair and the rouge on her lips. He sighed shakily as his eyes traced her figure, falling to the ring on her finger.

He was suddenly pulled out of his haze when the crowd seemed to part, leaving a circle around the dance floor. Daniel frowned, rubbing his eyes as a soft classical tune played on the speakers. He pushed through the circle of people, standing at the front just as Louisa and Christian stepped to the middle of the dance floor, hand in hand. The first dance.

The instrumental music escalated as they danced in each other’s arms. Daniel clenched his jaw, watching as Christian held Louisa and they waltzed. At one moment, Christian spun her around in a circle. Louisa’s eyes connected with Daniel’s before she quickly looked away, turning to Christian with a smile.

The dance finally drew to a close as pairs in the crowd joined the royal couple, waltzing together. A firm hand fell onto Daniel’s shoulder as he heard the familiar voice of his mother, “Why don’t you go dance with Cecile?”. Knowing well enough not to go against the words of his mother, Daniel trudged over to the princess who blushed at his offer.

The two young acquaintances joined the dance at the centre of the hall. Daniel sent a polite smile to Cecile as they danced, spinning around the room. However, his eyes would only, always drift to the one person who danced just a few feet away, yet remained tied closely to his heart.

Soon, in a synchronized motion, partners were swapped and Daniel found himself dancing with another woman. His new partner, a duchess, as Daniel discovered was slightly older than him. She mentioned just how adorable he was and blabbered about the grandeur of her castle, droning endlessly. Daniel released a sigh of relief as the partners swapped again but his breath caught in his throat as he felt the familiar grasp of her hand.

His eyes focused on the soft strawberry blonde curl that rested on her shoulder and he gulped.

“Oh, it’s you.” Louisa looked up.

“Louisa,” Daniel breathed her name, looking her in the eyes.

They waltzed to the music, eyes entranced by each other. One pair of eyes held a deep yearning and the other seemed indifferent, unfocused. Daniel gulped, unsure of what to say. He looked across from him, at his brother. He was too far to hear anything. Daniel looked back at Louisa, a sudden desperation in his lungs, itching his throat and urging him to speak.

“Louisa, I’m sorry about that night.”

Louisa smiled at him but it didn’t hold the love it once did. It was a mere polite smile, one which mimicked Daniel’s expressions towards Cecile. “It’s alright,” she whispered.

“I mean every word I said though,” Daniel suddenly blurted out, the foreign taste of the alcohol he drank, luring him away from his conscious words. “I love you Louisa.”

"Daniel we’ve spoken about this,” Louisa replied sternly. “I don’t feel that way for you anymore.”

Daniel sighed shakily, “But I do, Louisa. I do love you and I know you love me inside, I don’t what has come over you. I love you more than anything in the world and I- it breaks me to see you with him, to see you look at him the way you used to look at me like he is your whole world.”

“Daniel-”

“We promised each other the world, Louisa. There is no way you can throw that away for someone else.”

“Daniel,” Louisa gripped Daniel’s shoulder a little tighter, urging him to quieten down, “You are out of your mind.”

She paused, suddenly taking in the odd scent he carried over his cologne. “Have you been...drinking?”

Daniel shook his head hurriedly, shamefully, “Just a glass- no two. Just two, I swear upon my heart Louisa, please. You look at him like he’s your world,” he continued. “I don’t know where you’ve gone.”

“Da-”

“I want you - no, I need you back,” Daniel whispered hurriedly. “We could flee, leave the country and abandon our titles to start a new life, start a new family...”

“Daniel, stop-”

“We could get our happily ever after,” Daniel pleaded, his eyes frantically searching for any flicker of change in Louisa.

“Daniel, listen to me,” Louisa whispered, “There’s no happy ever after for us, not when I don’t feel the same. What we used to be is part of the past.”

Daniel held back the hurt in his expression as he spun Louisa around once, before catching her in his arms again, in harmony with the others on the floor.

“I love Christian,” Louisa pressed, pressing another weight onto his chest.

“Daniel, I’m married to him now,” she reminded him. “Just let it go.”

Daniel whimpered, “Louisa, I can’t. Wait, no please-”, he tugged her hand back, desperately as she began to move away.

Louisa looked back at Daniel, her expression only filled with an emotion Daniel despised - pity.

“I’m sorry,” her hand slipped through Daniel’s as she joined hands with the next person beside her. Christian.

Daniel stepped back, watching as her eyes lit up when she was in his arms. Christian said something to her and she laughed. Daniel’s face fell even more as he watched her smile. He used to be the one who could make her happy like that.

He shook his head from side to side, his lips trembling as he backed away from the crowd. Daniel turned around, bumping straight into another person. They gasped, looking up. Cecile, Daniel recognized. He wished for anything else but running into someone he knew, hoping that the ground would just swallow him up.

“Daniel,” Cecile spoke, concerned. “Are you alright?”

Daniel gulped, “I-”

The sudden tear that fell from his eyes, rushed him to push past Cecile, as he headed straight for the doors of the hall. Daniel clenched his fist, his fingers pressing into his palms as he opened the doors and walked into the hall. He breathed deeply, holding back his tears and ignoring the calls of the guards.

He navigated the empty halls of the castle, wiping another tear away as he recalled her words.

“There’s no happy ever after for us.”

He walked aimlessly, trying to find a familiar room. His room, the music room, any room far enough to feel far enough. Daniel unbuttoned the top of his collar, the material growing uncomfortable and far too restraining.

The way she looked at him.

He took a sharp turn to the right, nearing an unfamiliar corridor. The windows on the side let in the bright moonlight, casting a glow over the dusted ornaments and paintings on the wall. Daniel walked across the hallway, in search for some familiar passage he could recognize. When he found none, realising he was lost, he cried out. Daniel slammed his fist against the wall.

“I’m sorry.”

The tearing pain in his chest and the frustration of being lost broke the last straw. A strangled cry left his lips and Daniel fell to the ground on his knees. He gripped his hair, sobs wracked his body. The sound of his cries in the deserted hallway was chilling, almost mocking as the young prince fell apart under the burden of his pain.

The feel of her hands in his, her smile, her laugh, her everything. The touches in the late hours of the night, all the promises sealed. He carved her name into his heart for eternity. Yet, she engraved someone else’s name into hers, tied by vows and a silver band. A feeling which only they knew and held once, fell to ruins. A tragic end tied by the secrecy of what was once love.

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all-might-can-smash-me · 4 years

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In The End

Shouta Aizawa / Eraserhead x Reader! Apocalyptic au featuring Eri and Shinsou

Summary: The end came before your eyes without even a single glance, sending Aizawa, you and your family drifting from place to place, isolated away in fear, but arguments bubble up, fear brews, but forgiveness will prevail....

Warning: Mentions of murder, angst!, fighting, parental fighting, mention of suicidal thoughts, self deprecation

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It happened so quick, so unexpected.....

You were finally enjoying a family meal together, all happy, all smiling. Eri went on and on about her little antics throughout the day, Shinsou would entently listen to the young girl’s words, but then would listen to the few words of advice and critiques that your husband would quickly and quietly add in, you’d tell your own opinion and advice as well to the teen, but then would top it off with words of encouragement to the future hero. Eri would of course excitedly add onto the compliments and encouragement as well....but then a phone call split the happy conversations.

“Sorry guys, I’ll be back...” grumbled out your husband who tugged out his phone from the pocket of his pants, hand playfully ruffling Eri’s hair as he walked by, now off to the shadows of the hall, voice low as he spoke into the cellular device.

“I thought this was dad’s off day?” Eri questioned softly and worriedly, those huge eyes now looking up to you nervously, Shinsou quick to clear his throat.

“Probably something with the school, you know? Or at the agency? Maybe someone forgot their A B C’s and can’t file away the documents properly.” He joked, Eri letting out a giggle as she looked across the table and to the older teen. From the time spent together with him....he was simply an older brother in her eyes, a cool older brother that she would envy a friend for if she didn’t have an older sibling.

“Well that’s silly if they forgot the alphabet! I know all mine!” She said proudly as she giggle into the glass of water she was drinking from, you shaking your head as you laughed at the two.

“It is very silly of them to forgot their alphabet, but I’m guessing everyone is done?” You questioned, the two nodding their heads, you already standing up from your chair. “Alright then....clean up the table so we can all play phase 10!” You said, Eri already excitedly climbing down from her chair, running to Shinsou’s side to gently and carefully take the plates he handed to her, now at the sink, using her small foot to push forward a small step stool to reach the sink, hands already washing away carefully at the dishes. Shinsou of course wiped down the table and was soon at her side to try away the dishes, you placing away the leftovers in the fridge. That’s when finally your husband cleared his throat carefully, you already feeling the dread well up in your shoulders as you stood across from him in the privacy of the shadowy hallway.

“Are they really making you go back? We finally get a night together as a family, do they not realize you are a husband and a father?” You whispered out harshly, arms crossed over your chest as you felt yourself grow more heated with anger at the possibilities that swarmed your head, but Shouta only shook his head, casting a quick glance to the two kids at the sink before looking back to you, leaning in close to pass along his quiet words.

“No...something else happpened...” he whispered out, hands now holding your arms gently. “A virus of some sort is out, it’s making people go rabid, crazy, they are eating the living.” He spoke out, now nervously looking back to the kitchen before back to you. “They want you three to evacuate to the bunker for our area, I need to go and help out...” he continued on, you vigorously shaking your head, but he only reached his hands up to caress your cheeks, putting your protests to a stop. “I’ll be fine, it will only be for the day, by the sounds of it, it will be easily containable, right? Only a few people and areas need to be quarantined.”

If only it were as simple as he put it....

“Come on little sis, we have to get our stuff together...” Shinsou spoke out as he stepped into the young girl’s room, already pulling out a bag and carefully packing away clothes in it, Eri only quietly grabbing her booksack, placing away a few things such as the photo album she had, a small Polaroid camera, a cat plushie, and of course a note book and her trusty pencil case. She didn’t even protest as Shinsou motioned for her to lift her arms, cat sweater now pushed down onto her body.

“I thought we were suppose to play Phase 10...” she mumbled out sadly, listening to the harsh zip of her bag, now slowly placing on her book sack, Shinsou now lugging her bag out of her room along with his own.

“Maybe another night, dad is just busy being a hero right now and we have to follow the orders the public safety wants us to do.” He explained quietly, her hand now holding onto the hem of his jacket as the two of them now stood at the door, you now clutching onto a bag, booksack upon your back as you gave the house one last run down, Shouta already opening the door and ushering the three of your out, all piling up into the car.

The bunker was ok....your family got a corner to yourselves, curtains separating each area designated for each family or household. You tried to keep Eri oblivious to the chaos around you, Shinsou did as well for your sake. Though the little facade would be on the verge of cracking each time Shouta would arrive back from his time out from up above, those eyes telling you everything you needed to know as he would lean down to give hugs and gentle pecks atop the heads of Eri and Shinsou as they lounged about on a futon playing cards or coloring. As time went on, the people within the bunker would become more aggressive. Fights would break out upon simple disagreements, then the food began to dwindle down, people now leaving. Finally someone was discovered to be murdered. People turned onto each other until finally someone was booted out and left sobbing at the bunker’s entrance, though their wails went horrifyingly silent hours later.

“We are leaving...” Shouta simply spoke out as he stepped up to the three of you, capturing weapon still around his neck, goggles upon his face. “Shinsou...suit up...” he spoke out, the boy giving a quick nod before his won capturing weapon was placed on, voice changing angling lazily around his neck.

“What do you mean? Are we going back home?!” Eri excitedly spoke out as she quickly started to gather her things together. The young girl looked up to her adoptive father with wide eyes, struggling to place on her cat sweater that he reached down to help her with.

“Not quite yet, sweetheart, we are gonna go on a road trip, you know what that is..” he spoke out with a soft smile as he booped her nose with the tip of his finger. “Remember, we went on one not too long ago for the holiday to see the beach.” He said, Eri nodding her head now holding onto your hand as the three of you quickly made your way to the exit, a deep gulp sounding from your throat as the door opened with a groan, the dark shadows of night greeting the four of you as you scurried quickly to his car....now leaving the bunker behind with only a single glance....

“I’m tired of this...” came out Eri’s soft voice as she lazily bobbed the fishing rod in her hand, watching the bobber softly move with her movements, the stream rushing past to freedom down the small creak.

“I know you are, but we need something for dinner tonight...” Shouta mumbled out, pants rolled up to his knees as he stepped into the rushing water of the creak, letting out a shiver as he waded through the cold water, hands diving in to tug out a trap from the water. “4 of them...” he muttered out as he was already now back onto the rocky banks of the creak, dumping the caught fish in a basket, Eri only frowning as she watched them flop about hopelessly. “You think this is enough?” He asked, hand now wiping away the sweat upon his brow.

“With four we each get our own fish, that sounds like a lot, don’t you think?” She asked as she began to real in her line, already placing the hook on the pole so it wouldn’t swing everywhere.

“Smarty pants, I should put you in charge of rationing.” He teasingly said as he grabbed the pole from her, shoes now back upon his feet. “Grab the basket of fish and let’s head back to camp.” He hummed out, Eri nodding her head as she did as she was told, now silently walking beside him, listening to their footsteps upon the forest floor.

“You think mom and Shinsou should be back?” She asked quietly, small hands readjusting themselves upon the handle of the basket, eyes staring down to the fish that seemed to still strain to breath. It brought a pang of sadness through her chest, but she quickly looked up to Shouta.

“Either they will be back already or should be getting back just as we are.” He said reassuringly.

It was only 2 months of living in that bunker until the four of you escaped. Now it was nearing a year of drifting throughout the country, surviving, living, trying. From the beginning it was decided the world was untrustworthy, so you and Shouta isolated yourselves away from it all. It was hard at first, but a rhythm was found as time went on and everyone adapted and grew stronger. Eri didn’t understand it at first...but now she did...hopefully. Sometimes things still bugged the young girl.

“Stay close ok? I’ll be setting up the fire..” Shouta spoke out as he set aside the equipment he lugged around, now taking the basket from her and stepping up to the makeshift fireplace. Eri only side as she sat off to the side, book bag now off of her back and in her lap, now digging through it. Her camera thy was currently dead and out of film....photo album....colors...it made her sigh as she looked to the items, having seen them every day for the past year.

“Hey!” Called out a voice, Eri turning her head to let out an excited gasp. “We’re back!” Called out Shinsou as he jogged forward, you following close behind. “And guess what I found?!” He excitedly spoke out, know kneeling down to place his bag on the ground, unzipping it before shoving a hand in, digging around before tugging out a few items.

“No way!” Eri shouted out as she quickly grabbed hold of the couple boxes of film and the batteries for her camera. She was already motioning Shinsou to follow her as she plopped herself down at her back back, camera in her hands as she swapped out the batteries and discarded the empty cartridge, now replacing it and bring it up to her face, pointing it to Shinsou before taking a quick snap, the camera already humming to life as the Polaroid now jutted out from the camera. “Thanks Shinsou! You are the best!” She excitedly spoke out as she watched the picture develop, quickly placing it away in the photo album she carried.

“We need to move out tomorrow...” you spoke out quietly, Shouta now tiredly poking away at the growing fire, though was carefully for the sun was now beginning to set. “Me and Shinsou got close to the city limits and saw...hoards of those infected people.” You whispered out as you took the stick from him to begin poking at the fire, he only giving a grunt as he placed down a pan carefully over the fire, letting his hand hover over to feel if it was heating up. “I’m being serious Shouta..” you hissed out quietly, he rubbing at his face as he looked to you.

“I’m trying the best I can...” he tiredly whispered back as he glanced over his shoulder and to Shinsou and Eri, him now carefully placing the fish upon the pan, the sizzle making a growl grow within the depths of his stomach. “I just don’t know....” he sighed out in defeat, looking back to you. “The words is nice to a certain extent, we are exposed out here, we can’t see if anything is going to sneak up on us...” he explained as clicked the chopsticks in his hands absentmindedly, now using it to carefully push around the cooking fish. “A small town could be a good option...but how much supplies will it have to sustain us? Will there be any hoards of infected passing through?” He continued on, now looking to you “The city is a no go by what you have spoken..” he pointed out, though you bit your lip....

“We ran into a group today...” Shinsou now spoke out from behind the two of you, Shouta now slowly standing up and looking down to the teen, a scowl upon his face, you now quickly shooting up from your spot on the ground.

“What?” He spoke out, Eri now silently watching the scene play out before her, the sizzle of the fish now filling the silence.

“Me and mom ran into a few others, they are part of a group! The made a community, it has protection, heroes protecting, food, gardens..” Shinsou continued on excitedly, nervously, almost in a shout. It felt like he needed to shout in order for the man before him to actually hear him.

“You weren’t going to tell me this?” He spoke accusingly to you, which you only looked off to the side. “We can’t trust those people Shinsou!” He said as he looked away from you and back to the teen. “Remember the days in the bunker? It will all go down the same. They will be so happy to accept us with open arms, but the minute hard times hit people will fight and kill each other.” He angrily spoke out, a vein beginning to pop from his forehead. “Don’t be so gullible, boy! I can’t believe you two even interacted with these people! They could be tracking us now and planning to attack!” He continued on, though Eri yelped, grabbing the chopsticks from Shouta’s hands to quickly flip the fish in the pan before it would completely burn on the side it was sizzling on. “Scoot..” he grumbled out as he was now kneeled back down, chopstick back in his grasp.

“Really? You are going to use one experience from a year ago to discourage everything?” Shinsou soon spoke out, now looking over the older man who was knelt down. “This could be something good for all of us! Yet you are too scared to even check it out, to give it a chance!” He argued, hands clenched in fist. “This life we are living now? It’s meaningless!” He shouted out, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “I wake up, I eat, I look for supplies and come back! That’s it’s! What’s the point of even waking up then? I’m striving to live, but for what? There is no becoming a hero anymore or having the highest score on a video game..” he continued on, Shouta now standing back up.

“Shinsou!” He said in shock as he looked down to him, but you were now at the teen’s side, now holding him in your arms as he let those tears flow into your shoulder. A hand gently rubbed at his back as you whispered down to him, which every now and then he would only softly nod his head. It was as if you were cradling and rocking away a child, but you didn’t mind one bit. Though Shouta only looked down to the sniffles beside him, now looking down to Eri who silently let her own tears fall. “Come here...I’m sorry...” he soon muttered out, though she only dodged his hands that went to comfort her, now clinging onto Shinsou’s legs as she sniffled and cried into the fabric of his pants. Shouta could only stand before the three of you, the guilt now plaguing his insides as he couldn’t help but just feel that he was the big bad wolf before the three of you, terrifying and destructive. Even at dinner the three of you huddled up together, you comforting the two kids as they ate away at the fish, Shinsou and Eri’s eyes puffy from their crying. Shouta could only sit from a distance and watch though the flickering glow of the fire, that guilt still clawing and ripping at his insides as Shinsou’s words still stabbed his brain and taunted him.

Horrible dad...

Horrible husband...

It’s all your fault that your whole family hates you....

Those thoughts came to a halt as he got up, now moving towards the edges of the makeshift camp to toss away the bones left of the fish he ate, staring to the one that was burned to a crisp during the argument earlier and dumped. He let his shoe crunch down onto it slowly, a scowl upon his face as he gave it a good kick before returning, those three pairs of eyes upon him as he awkwardly walked by, mind swarming with thoughts....

It didn’t help either that upon bedtime, you, Shinsou, and Eri curled up, to what it appeared to him, as far away from him as possible, leaving him to only let the angry thoughts hurl insults at his mind, the anxiousness eating away at Shouta. It lingered through his dreams and to morning when everyone was now packed and ready to move again.

“I’m trying!” He finally shouted out into the silence, now turning around to stare to the three, Shinsou and Eri tucked comfortingly under your arms and grasp. “I’m trying the best I can here, ok?” He spoke into the silence, looking to the eyes that only stared at him. “You three are the only reason why I’m even still standing here. If you weren’t!? Then yeah...what would be the point!” He shouted out, hands clutched into fist. “I don’t want to lose the three of you yet somehow right now I feel like I am and you are all still right in front of me.” His yells turned into a sob that he quickly suppressed with a hand, tears already rolling down his cheek. “I’m so sorry that you’ve been feeling like that Shinsou and that I’ve been too stupid to even see it....” he finally managed out. “I’m so sorry..” he managed through his tears and sobs, the man now sinking to the ground. “I can’t take being looked to like I’m the villain...” he shakily spoke out, harsh sniffles and sobs now uncontrollably as stared to the ground through his tear filled vision. He felt arms around him and when he blinked away the tears he saw Eri and Shinsou now kneeled before him, hugging him. Shouta let his arms wrap around the two of them like his life depended on it, his hands gently gliding over the hair on their heads to just reassure himself that they were there in his arms.

“I am so sorry....” he almost whimpered out, pressing kisses against their cheeks as he pulled back to admire them, a hand on either of their cheeks. Though then he finally let his eyes rested upon you, a hand reaching out to gently grab ahold of one of yours.

Those loving eyes of yours always sent a jolt through his body....

“Let’s go find us a group...we’ll try that now...”

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underatedcharactersunite · 3 years

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Driving Home For Christmas!

Summary; You work for Baratheon Jewellers, Jon Snow is apart of the Stark family company who creates many beautiful pieces that are sold in your store. However, Jon is a notorious flirt and arrogant git, but what happens when you see Jon walking down the street after an horrible encounter with Catelyn. Modern AU. Pairing; Jon Snow x Female Reader WordCount;1,730 Warnings; Strong Language

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Jon Snow was a man who antagonised you to no end. Every day he can into your jewellery store delivering a new pieces of jewellery that he crafted. Jon Snow appeared every bit arrogant as he was rude. Jon entered every room believing he owned it To top it off Jon continuously threw flirtatious comments in your direction.

Stark jewellers were one of your largest clients, so you couldn't afford to anger your bosses by being rude to Jon Snow the illegitimate son of CEO Ned Stark. You needed this job, you couldn't afford to lose your job on top of Christmas.

Besides, apart from your negative interactions with Jon, you truly loved your job. Your boss Robert Baratheon was the best boss you'd ever had. He was kind, understanding and extremely funny. If you needed anything you knew you could turn to your boss As well s your interactions with the other members of the Stark family were never negative. You would go as far to consider, Sansa Arya and Robb as friends of yours.

As Christmas drew closer, busier you became. Customers came in there hundreds if not thousands trying to locate their perfect gift for their love one. You lost count of the number of customers you'd wrapped gifts for after their consultations. You were definitely on your way to achieve best seller for that extra Christmas bonus.

"Love, Jon will be coming in today to drop some more stock. Would you be able to handle it for me? I'm up to my eyes in paperwork and Joffery's decided to ditch once again. Honestly, you try to teach your son a trade. At least Gendry and Tommen want to learn the family business."

"Yeah of course I will. Don't worry about anything, I've got it covered" You continued to wipe down one of the many glass cabinets. Robert approached you carefully as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you, Love. Remember if you need anything all you need to do is ask. I see you as one of my daughters. Alright, I'll see you later, call me if you need anything."

"See you later, Robert." As he left, you suddenly felt a sinking feeling. Another day would soon be destroyed by the presence of Jon Snow. You could only hope your interaction would be short.

A couple of hours later, you were attending to an elderly gentlemen who was currently searching for his wife. Thy had been together for nearly thirty years.

"I don't know what I'm doing. There are so many options." Smiling, you hadn't be relieved to interact with such a sweet customer.

"It's okay Sir, feel free to take all the time you need. I can make you something to drink if you like. Picking the right present for a loved one ne can be difficult."

"Thank you for being so patient with me. Do you have someone special to buy a gift for this holiday season?

"No Sir, not this yearr" A frail hand rested ontop of yours, as you were met with a kind smile.

"You will meet your person, you mustn't give up hope"

"You could always buy me a special present." You fought the sudden urge to roll your eyes, Jon finally decided to make an appearance. Two hours late.

"Hello, Jon. I'll just hope this gentleman, and then I'll be over to you" Jon quickly took a seat in one of the leather chairs located in the centre of the room.

"I don't mind waiting, not for you Sweetheart." Jon sent you an overzealous wink. Shrugging him off, you returned your full attention to the elderly gentleman.

Never before had you been grateful for an indecisive customer. Throughout, you felt Jon's eyes running all over you. You friend from snapping at him. Although Jon's passive-aggressive antagonization couldn't halt your alation when the elderly gentleman chose a beautiful matching set of ruby earrings and necklace. The gentleman was ecstatic he managed to combat his indecisiveness.

Although the moment he left the store, you were forced to place your full attention onto Jon. As he strode up to the counter, you quickly forced a smile onto your lips.

"The way you engaged with that old man just now was pretty sexy"

"Thank you Jon. It's called being a personable human, perhaps you should try it sometime."

"I'll try it, if you let me take you out on a date"

"ell it looks like your staying as the arrogant, childish rude man child that you are. Robert mentioned you were here to deliver more stock"

"Straight to business, there I thought we were getting somewhere"

"Jon we are never going to et somewhere. Now can we just get on with it, so I can go home."

"Have a long day, if you let me I could make it longer."

"You're disgusting" You pulled the keys out of your trouser pockets as you open the door to the backroom.

As you marked off all the brand new stock from Stark Jewellers, Jon continued to stare at you. Honestly, did he need a picture?

"You can leave now. I'm closing now so I can go home."

"I thought we were having a good time" Walking directly past jon, holding the door wide open.

"Now get out!" Reluctantly, jon left leaving you alone to close, you knew it was only a matter of time before your next interaction.

*****

"I can't wait to go. The Bahamas is the most beautiful place" Sandy beaches, crystal blue oceans, amazing cultures. I wish you cold to come with us, you'd have a great time." Sansa's excitement could light up a whole room. The Stark's worked extremely hard, so the trip would act as a well deserved break.

"Maybe, I'll be able to go one day." Wiping down the glass cabinets you try desired to go the Bahamas one day, unfortunately,y this year is not it.

"Are you doing anything for Christmas? I don't want you to be alone. You're the last person who deserves to be alone on Christmas."

"i'll be fine, beside's you'll have a great time. Enjoy your vacation you deserve it. I'm just having a quiet Christmas this year. Everyone's off doing their own thing and my sister will be around for Boxing Day."

"As long as you wont be alone"

"I won't I promise."

It's Christmas Eve, after a grueling shift all you wanted to do was get home and relax. To make matters worse, it had started snowing. With the roads slipery and traffic choatic, everything appeared to be a snail's pace.

As you were driving home, you saw familiar silhouette waling in the distance. Rolling down your window, you confirmed your suspicion. Jon Snow was indeed sulking down the street with a suitcase in tow. Sansa had informed you there plane would take off at six that evening. So why was Jon walking down the street?

You had no idea what conspired in you to do what you did next. Perhaps it was the Christmas spirit, but you pulled over. Stepping out of the car , you quickly ran cautiously to catch up to Jon.

“Jon, why are you not on the plane?” You called out, Jon immediately stopped upon hearing the unusually soft tone of your voice.

“Why do you care? Just go home! It’s Christmas Eve, be with your family”

“I don’t have anywhere to be. Get in the car, it’s cold out and the paths are beginning to get dangerous”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Call it the Christmas spirit. Now get in the car your coming home with me.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Jon just get in the car!”

*****

The drive home was slow and cantankerous. Everyone trying to get somewhere and they were impatient about it. Now with Jon in the car, you were even more anxious.

“This is not the way to my house” Jon mentioned as you turned the heating on higher. Was there no end to this drive home?

“We’re not going to your house. We’re going to mine. No-one, not even you is going to spend Christmas alone.”

“I won’t be alone. I’ll go stay with Sam or Tormund”

“Bullshit! Sam is taking little Sam and Gilly to Lapland and Tormund is gone home this Christmas. So are you gonig to meraciously get a flight on Christmas Eve”

“How do you know what they’re up to?”

“There is this wonderful thing called social media. I also attend most Stark parties and I think your friends are pretty nice. You know between the Stark’s, the Baratheon’s and my sister, they are all the family I have.”

“They treat you more like family then they do me. I must be something truly pathetic when the woman that hates me is the only one who has bothered to be nice to me.”

“Jon, I don’t hate you. I never have. So what happened at the airport?”

“At least that’s one of you. Catelyn still sees me as nothing more than the result of my Father’s mistake.

“Jon, you’re way more than that. You are creative and talented, kind to everyone else. So in this instance, Catelyn is very wrong.

“I was looking forward to go to the Bahamas, but I guess I’m stuck here now.”

“Hey! I don’t think I’m not that bad of company”

“No your not.” The silence in the car echoed loudly, the atmosphere was thick and tense unlike any emotion ever conveyed between you both. Suddenly, you found yourself questioning, why you despised him in the first place. Here you were stuck in a car driving home on Christmas Eve. How more of a Hallmark movie could you get?

Being stuck in traffic wasn’t helping. Suddenly, Jon’s arms wrapped around the back of the chair.

“Looks like we’re going stuck in this traffic for a while”

“Yeah it does” The tension between was beginning to get overwhelmed your hands resting tightly on the steering wheel.

“Fuck it!” As if the two of you were thinking the something both of you leaned over the counsel as your lips clashed with one another. Jon’s hand gripped the back of your head as you pulled on his shirt. An eruption of a car horn broke your embrace apart.

Moving your car forward, you struggled to catch your breath.

“Was that my Christmas present” Rolling your eyes, you couldn’t help the smile that it caused.

“You can have more when we get to mine”

“I’ve never been more glad that Catelyn let me of family plans.”

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snapetrash · 4 years

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so I wrote a crack fic where Snape and Harry smoke weed and talk about their problems. kinda. It’s posted on Ao3 if you want to read it there. It’s pretty ooc and an adult smokes weed and tobacco with an underage student, so there’s your warning for moral ambiguity. Starts at the beginning of book 5, in an AU where everything is the same except Harry picks up a smoking habit to self medicate his slightly crippling anxiety and depression. Looking for a Beta so let me know if you’re interested!!!

Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys had been here for weeks while he had to deal with his relatives, and fucking demetors- what a load of bollocks. Harry dumped his trunk and bags in his room and made a beeline for the attic of Grimmauld Place, grabbing his pack of menthols and lighter as he went.

They’d arrived at the Order headquarters a little after 2 am, so he knew no one would come looking for him until morning. He’d told Remus after a brief hug that he was exhausted before he’d headed to his room. Harry climbed the rickety, spiraling stairs leading to the topmost floor of Grimmauld without so much as a glance behind him.

Harry knew Sirius was in the house somewhere, and probably awake, but anxiety and anger had tied his stomach in knots. He would go see his godfather after his smoke. After. Everything had to come after he’d had a moment to himself, or he’d blow up and regret everything.

As he struggled to wrench open the window, he briefly considered smoking inside, smell and lingering smoke bedamned, but as the thought crossed his mind the window gave a little shriek and popped open. Harry crawled out onto the dirty shingles and moved to sit beside the window, looking out onto the backyard of the house.

He opened his pack, pulled out a joint and popped it in his mouth, lighting up and taking a deep, fortifying breath. Harry’s eyes fell closed as he inhaled deeply, pulling in air after his hit and exhaling, long and measured. As he went to take another hit, he opened the pack of cigarettes one more time to retrieve a menthol and tuck it behind his ear, for later. His hair was such a mess that it covered the white of the paper completely, and kept the fug from prying eyes. It wouldn’t be fun if he was caught and chewed out by Mrs. Weasley for smoking.

The sky was dark and overcast, sounds of the city muffled by the powerful wards on the house. It was a fairly hot night, temperature perfect for Harry and his penchant for being chilly in all seasons. After three or four hits he could feel the tension bleed from his body, finally making way for bone deep exhaustion.

“ Potter, what on earth-” If Harry hadn’t been halfway through his joint, he would’ve startled at the sound of Snape’s irritated growl coming from the window beside him. But he’d been awake for more than 24 hours, and hadn’t had a decent meal for just as long. The energy to care about being caught smoking on a roof by his professor? He just didn’t have it at the moment.

“Are you smoking pot?” The utter incredulity in the Potion Master’s voice prompted Harry to actually turn and look at the other man. Snape was leaning out the window, arms braced on the sil with his wand in a relatively loose grip. He was wearing what looked like a long sleeve tee and worn sweatpants- both black of course- but surprisingly muggle. It made the older man look softer, younger; the small part of Harry’s brain that hadn’t checked out the moment he lit up was shocked at how Snape looked, even as he glared at him.

There were other things Harry noticed about him too; his paler-than-usual pallor, the way his body seemed wound tight like a spring and the heavy-lidded exhaustion in his eyes. Snape wasn’t staring him down, not like usual. No, he seemed like maybe he’d come for a bit of solitude too. In fact, when Harry’s gaze flicked down to the potion master’s hands he saw a wooden pipe, shiny and black just like the rest of him, clutched in his non-wand hand.

It was 2 am and everyone else in the house was probably in bed. Harry realized he’d been staring, not answering, and Snape was looking tenser and moodier by the second.

“Are you wearing pajamas?” He blurted out, immediately regretting everything. Fuck, he was gonna get so many detentions. But Snape was wearing pajamas, it was beyond strange, and Harry had gone ahead and said the first thing that’d come to his mind like a complete idiot.

Snape gave him a look of utter loathing, like he was thinking the exact same thing. Harry couldn’t help but notice the dark bags under his eyes, and again did something incredibly stupid. Marijuana in the wizarding world didn’t hold the same weight as it did for muggles, but still. He was sure there was a rule written somewhere that said ‘thou shalt not smoke cannabis with thy potions master.’ or something.

Harry offered him the joint wordlessly. It was quite a normal gesture, in general terms; Snape stared at the offending apparatus in what seemed like numb shock, his eyes a little wide, his mouth drawn down into a tight line. It hung in the air between them, and just as Harry thought that maybe he really was going to die at the hands of his teacher that hated him, the older wizard reached out and plucked the burning thing from his fingers.

The moment Snape took it, instead of watching him(his fucking professor!) Harry grabbed the cigarette from behind his ear and lit it up, just to have something to do with his hands. He looked up just in time to see Snape exhale a fat cloud of smoke and look at the joint with a thoughtful expression. After a moment they swapped; Snape had the cigarette and Harry had the joint.

The younger wizard watched the other inhale and grimace, before his professor quietly muttered. “Of course you would smoke this muggle menthol crap.”

Harry snorted. “You certainly aren’t the first one to give me shit for it.”

This was probably the quietest, nicest moment he’d ever had in Snape’s presence. Who knew all it took was a little weed to win over the nasty dungeon bat? Harry had to force a cough, lest he giggle at the thought.

The deserted city before them had infected both wizards with a sense of calm; no nightmares, or oaths or dark lords could reach them here. When Harry saw the joint going down, he pulled out another and put the other out in seamless rotation. Snape made a soft noise that might’ve been a scoff, but otherwise said nothing and took a long drag of the new joint.

Neither man knew how they’d stumbled upon this fragile peace, but they weren’t going to go out of their way to break it now. Still, Harry couldn’t resist pushing his luck.

“I keep waiting to wake up from this bizarre dream, but it hasn’t happened yet.” He muttered with humor.

Snape side-eyed him, blowing a bit of smoke out before fucking smirking “Why does it matter? No one would believe you if you told them about this.”

That had Harry fighting back horrified laughter, coughing a little on the smoke caught in his throat, because this was another level and who knew his evil git of a teacher could be so devious? In a funny way, not his usual ‘Potter, detention for breathing’ way. Stealing a glance at Snape, he saw that he’d relaxed a lot more. He had an elbow on the sill, his chin propped up in his hand- and a little quirk on his lips that was almost a smile.

This side of Snape was completely new to Harry; but he vowed silently to himself that he’d try to draw it out as often as he could. Clearly the guy was under a lot of pressure, playing for both sides. Maybe he was a completely different person, outside of all the acting and playing the field he had to do.

“You’re different, like this.” Harry’s brain to mouth filter had said sayonara at this point; the small part of his mind that was rational, and screaming at him to ‘shut up, Potter, you utter wanker’ was drowned out by his high and the strange night.

“I know we have to keep hating each other- keep up appearances, I mean- um. But I wouldn’t mind doing this again. I just- I’ve been realizing how much you do for the war, for me and I- You’re not a bad guy at all, is what I might be saying. Who knows, I’m stoned. Ignore me.” Please, Harry, shut the fuck up now.

Snape’s burning gaze bore holes into his forehead as he hurriedly stuck his fug in his mouth to silence himself. The younger wizard didn’t take his eyes off his own hands, cheeks burning, waiting for the end.

“Why in Merlin’s name would you want to spend any more time with me than you have to? It’s not like I haven’t given you every reason to hate me that I could think of.” The older man replied, and oh god, both of them were way too tired and totally not sober enough to have this kind of conversation. If they were sober they would never have it in the first place.

Harry didn’t say anything for a while, not sure how to respond. “Well it’s not like I didn’t figure that out eventually- and you’re one of the few people in this entire, fucked up secret society that treats me like a normal person. From everyone else it’s either hero worship, pity, or they hate me for shite I can’t control.” He paused and took another drag of his cigarette. “Or they expect me to be a carbon copy of my dad. I guess you also did that for a while too, but you have to keep up appearances for the all the kids reporting back to their death eater parents.”

Snape turned his eyes on Harry again, showing a myriad of emotions across his face, all hard to decipher. He seemed almost angry. “Don’t be daft. I publicly humiliate you whenever I have the chance. I’m not a nice man, it wasn’t always an act!”

“Well you just admitted that it’s an act now! Why are you so afraid to admit you like me, professor?” That shut Snape up pretty effectively, because all he did was relight the joint that had gone out in his hands.

Harry sighed, pulling his legs to his chest and resting his head on his knees, facing Snape. “You’ve always reminded me of my muggle teachers in elementary, kind of. The ones that knew from speaking to Petunia that I was a delinquent, but were still determined to teach me. It gave me a sense of normalcy amongst all the magic, in a place where suddenly I was popular and sought after for a glorified tragedy I don’t even remember. I dunno.” he laughed bitterly, remembering his first year. The months after his letter came, wondering if he’d go to sleep after classes that night and wake up in the cupboard.

Snape looked very tired, as if every word Harry spoke took what little energy he had left. “You’re not anything like your father was, as your age. How could you be, you’ve never met the man.” He mumbled the last sentence, but Harry heard it anyway.

“Exactly! You understand. Fuck.” The teenager took a shaking breath, and then the joint when Snape passed it to him. They fumbled for a second when he nearly dropped it, hands brushing in the dark, but it made its way into Harry’s shaking hands and he hit it once, with feeling.

After a few minutes of silence in which they finished the second joint, and Snape lit his pipe(which to Harry’s surprise) actually had weed in it. They passed it back and forth for a little while longer.

“Albus wants me to teach you Legilimency this year. You’ll come to my office once a week after class, and call it remedial potions when anyone asks.”

“Cool, we’ll be able to hang out more without anyone around to ruin it.” Harry replied absently. When he realized that he’d just indicated, verbally, that he’d enjoy hanging out with Snape(and his mind was really blown at that one) he looked up to see Snape staring at him with his eyebrow raised, a picture of unimpressed.

“You realize you’re going to actually have to learn to be a Legilimens, right Potter?”

“Oh yeah. It might just be the weed, but I’m feeling much better about it now than I would’ve if we hadn’t had this conversation.” The teen replied with good humor. It was true; he was feeling much better about Snape in general. Harry remembered how much of a hardass his professor was, and was quick to reassure him. “I’ll do my best to learn all I can from you.”

Snape’s face softened a little. “See that you do, Potter.” He straightened, Placing his pipe in his pocket and pulling himself back into the attic. The older man reached a hand out for Harry to help him inside. “Come now. It’s bedtime for wizarding saviors.”

Harry smiled, caught the larger, rougher hand in his own and allowed himself to be lightly manhandled back into the attic. He felt beyond tired. When he stumbled on the stairs, Snape dropped a heavy hand on his shoulder and left it there.

“To the kitchen first, I have a vial of dreamless sleep for you.” Snape said quietly. The younger man grunted a wordless acknowledgement and they made their way together through the house. The potions master beelined to a high cabinet in the corner and pulled out two small bottles, uncorking one and downing it and passing the other to Harry.

“Thanks, professor. Good night.”

“Goodnight, Potter.” Snape was rewarded with a blinding smile as Harry made his way upstairs. He went to his room, and fell asleep quicker than he’d had in years.

#severitus #ooc characters #crack treated seriously #crack fic

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I may have lost any semblance of control on my life i had before. Among Us AU details under the cut.

Many of them have accents. I had the idea that they were from a big like multi-country space project and fell in love with the idea of the American(s) on the ship just startling the others because of things like the lack of bidets in the US.

Red (Elliot) is 38, is a Texan and you can tell he says Ya'll as a descriptor and many of the others are slightly fearful of the way he mashes words together. his whole personality can be summed up with "I'm a cowboy baby" and the fact that he's angy.

If I'm honest he is the only American on board that really startles the other crewmates even the other Americans are like "hey dude chill".

Orange (Herbert) is 27 probably from France (haven't really decided yet) and he was more confident before shock horror bad things happened to the whole crew. (More on that at five). Herbert is also very easily overwhelmed, he tries to pay attention but is often confused. I’ve also decided to change the egg on his head to be a hat in the future but I decided that after I drew the egg.

Pink (Eun-Jung) is 29, South Korean but he got some schooling in Britain and has probably traveled a lot. He looks soft but he can and will throw a mean punch. He and Herbert have crushes on each other but they kinda put it to the side when shit went down. There have been many times however when Eun-Jung has sat down with Herbert and calmed him down and dried his tears.

Green (Philip) is one of the younger crewmates being 22, he's a very studious lad he loves adventure novels and always wanted to go to space.

Especially after watching shows and reading books about space. He keeps trying to get together group DND nights but it's very hard for him to cater to everyone's interests cause he's the kind of DM that wants everyone to have fun but he also has a lot planned for a session but nothing ever happens because everyone is always goofing off. He still has fun tho and so does everyone else.

White is Angie, If I'm honest I named her that because of the halo she's wearing, and I thought it'd be funny. She is a not so single once single mother who lost her husband when her kid was born. She used to live in England but moved to Ireland for new scenery and for the space project.

She and black (Jolene) met in school and quickly fell in love. They Are Married! And the whole crew hates (loves) how sappy they are. Angie is stubborn and strong but also very kind and level-headed, she's not easily overwhelmed like Herbert is but when she does get overwhelmed, she doesn't crumble like he does. Doesn't mean her wife doesn't comfort her tho.

They both are in their late forties (Angie is 48 and Jolene is 49) and I named Jolene, Jolene because of the song. Jolene is Irish btw idk if I made that clear. And she is the definition of a chaotic lesbian, Angie tries very hard to keep her air of being a distinguished bi but she's also very chaotic at heart. They both are greying hair-wise but Jolene keeps covering it up with dye. Jolene thinks her wife looks very elegant with the white in her curls. Jolene can be summed up with that one Tumblr post story about a girl who told a girl she liked that "her air must be mad crisp" because of her plants.

Cyan (Tea) is Scandinavian and listen this like Eun-Jung's name is where is gets shaky google wise, and if this name isn't really a Scandinavian than I guess it's just an eccentric nickname. (I’m assuming it’s pronounced like the drink but if I’m wrong sorry) She is NERDY AND PROUD, but like not movie nerdy girl I mean genuinely weird nerdy. I guess technically everyone is a little nerdy in this crew but she's a feral kind of scientist. She is technically the captain of the ship because of her science background and her previous work with the Scandinavian branch of the space mission. Her goggles are prescription. She is 36 and has a little crush on the resident father of two purple (Perry).

Perry is a loving dad and all-around kind dude, he fathers the group sometimes intentionally. Often taking control of making food, and sometimes the group meetings, even tho technically he's not in charge. He's an open ear to the entire crew and he loves his two kids so much. He doesn't talk much about how he and his Ex split up but it's clear that he and his kids are happier without her. He Kinda likes Tea back a little but he's so busy being a good dad that he doesn't know that. He's often found baking for everyone and is in fact the culprit behind the extra five pounds everyone gained when joining the ship. Perry is 32. His family is from India and he visited his extended family there a lot but he was born and raised in the UK.

Blue (Liz which is short for Elizabeth) is not the greatest with people, she tries her best but she often comes off weird she's 51, one of her hobbies is learning and practicing different rules to fighting styles. She’s trying to teach herself taekwondo but the lack of instructor and need to use downloaded videos is holding her back. She's got some skill in boxing and ran a self-defense course back on earth. Her entire class was sad to see her go but the respected her decision and on the off days that the ship gets reception to radio back earth or other ships she makes sure to message them back with well wishes.

Yellow (Zack) is a little shit lord, he is the youngest on crew at age 19. He got in through a series of events up to and including the fact that his parents were exasperated by him and that his Aunt Liz (who he calls Aunt Lizzy) telling them that they were short a crewmate. the previous yellow left and they were having trouble getting a fit for the crew's specific needs, everyone else was on different crews and couldn't leave to fill in their gap. They were planning to leave with nine people when Zack reluctantly signed up. He was 18 at the time he first signed up and after a year of training, he was greenlit just in time for the mission.

He doesn't really get along well with anyone but he slowly opens up to the crew overtime. He got labeled as a problem child because of undiagnosed ADHD and focus problems and by the time he was diagnosed it was too late and all of his teachers had basically given up on him.

The entire crew tho is cool with it because many of them are neurodivergent. Liz and Zack are the other Americans of the crew. But Elliot is the only one who is not bi/multilingual. Unless you count Texas accent as a language which a many of the crew jokingly do. In which case he is fluent.

But then disaster struck, after a few months of bonding and growing close as a found family people started to die. After some trial and error, they found out that Herbert and Zack were behind it. Liz and Eun-Jung being two of the few remaining both reacted differently Eun-Jung was controlled anger barely keeping it together and Liz was deeply disappointed, she wanted better from her nephew.

What was weird tho was after ejecting the pair their display panels confirmed that they were "imposters" and now that they thought about it it was weird that they were all locked to this one specific floor of this ship. but no matter that was a thought for another day. now able to go to the lower floors the remaining crew mates all went to bed.

The next morning however everyone was back and alive not even a scar remaining, even the imposters. returned. After a lot of shouting (mainly from Elliot who was pissed about being stabbed) the crew started to reluctantly trust what Hubert and Zack were saying that they didn't want to hurt or kill any of them but something made them and it was like they were in a haze.

It was only directly after a kill that they could snap out of it and control themselves briefly (kill cooldown) before they lost control again. Since then they've been stuck in this sick loop where they all keep taking turns being stuck as imposter killing each other. At first when it happened again, they thought it was Herbert and Zack again but once it didn't stop anything and the ship told them that they weren’t imposters.

They realized that it was randomized. Overtime they learned the rules. Only Imposters can access vents, the kill count, that they can then follow around and do things as ghosts after thy get murdered, etcetera. But one thing they didn't realize was the punishments.

Overtime as they each tried to break the rules by, revealing themselves as imposter, trying desperately hard to go pacifist, or any number of other things like trying to remove their helmets, or talk on comms before emergencies on meetings they were punished.

Philip is now growing plants off of himself. Eun-Jung has a similar punishment but it's solely cherry blossoms. Herbert is stuck killing everyone by eating them with a giant mouth from his stomach. I don't know Elliot’s punishment yet but the thought to make him Texan squared did cross my mind.

Angie is turning into one of those rad many-eyed angels from Dante's inferno. Jolene is now growing goat horns and her eyes are now goat-like. And Idk what other punishments to give Tea, Perry, Liz, and Zack, I want them to be related to the hats and stuff you can wear in game like some of the others but how to you punish some one using a banana? Or two kids? Or googles? I’ll probably come up with something later especially since they are all mostly hidden by the suits, that means that conceivably their punishments are hidden by the suits.

#among us #among us ocs #my art #i've lost it. bye ya'll I'm lost in the sauce #i'#I spent so much time while i drew them thinking of their dynamics and stuff and how the universe would work for optimal angst

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16. What fanfic tropes do you avoid writing for? is it bad if i say ‘fluff’ >.> also, and this is maybe weird, I don’t actually write romance arcs so much? I like writing established relationships, not so much the getting-together process.

23. How much do you stick to canon? I usually stick very tightly to canon! Out of 39 fics, I have one canon-divergence and two AUs proper. Most of my fics explore things that aren’t canon, and aren’t implied in canon, but they’re almost always compliant with canon. Canon’s my starting point; I’m not staying wholly within its boundaries, but I’m not changing it much, either.

31. What was the development process of [Fanfic Name] like? + how easy you are to need Ha, this is a fun one! The answer is that, for four days in a row, at about 2am, I would open the google doc on my phone and write 500 words in one go. And then I couldn’t think of anything else to add that would add to it rather than take away, and so I sat on it for a day to see if I wanted to make any changes, and then I published it. As far as idea development went, as soon as I had accepted that This Fandom Is My Life Now (which took a week or so after finishing the book), I knew I was eventually going to write something EXTREMELY PROBLEMATIC PROBABLY about a xue yang who is both a csa survivor and a rapist.

some excerpts from discord, circa september 23rd, 2am:

it’d be a very fucked up fic honestly if i wrote it because it would specifically be around my headcanons about xy being... absolutely a rapist and also absolutely a csa survivor...... he self-identifies as Good At Sex and in some ways this is even true but also he is kind of unclear on consent as a concept (meanwhile xxc, used to navigating the minefield that is song lan’s triggers, is incredibly scrupulous about making sure everything is 100% wanted. it should be funny, xue yang should be choking on a laugh that xxc is thinking about this, he doesn’t even know who’s in bed with him, but for Some Reason it. doesn’t feel funny.) because on the one hand xue yang was a street kid who does what strangers tell him to in exchange for sweets, yknow? but on the other hand it’s important that xue yang is an amoral sadist in some Really upsetting ways! & on the third most important hand is, of course, “has genuine feelings about xxc and is refusing to admit this despite the denial being paper-thin”

I held out for, like, a week before I started to actually write it, but I very much had the whole concept already.

37. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story? Yeah, definitely! There was a thing that went around TAZ fandom way back when, where two authors would collaborate on a single fic, but each of them writing in different genres--my favorite of these is Reunion Tour, Rewritten by @anonymousalchemist and @emi--rose--and I’ve always wanted to do something like that. I’ve discussed it with @wolffyluna, actually, but I had some mental health stuff and then we never really got around to it.

39. What area of writing do you feel strongest in? Ooh, good question. I’m pretty happy with my character voice? Less so with my original stuff, honestly, but one way that being a fanfic writer has pushed me is in writing characters and settings with wildly different tones and characters. If I were to write dialogue the same in my Silmarillion fic dialogue as my TAZ fic, that would be really jarring! Having to go from writing dialogue like “I’m about to smooch your fucking brains out, babe.” to “I love thine anger as much as thy passion, and I should hold it close to my breast though it were burning us both; but my heart bids me that my visions spoke true, and I cannot justify burning our son with us.” was very much a crash course in writing distinctive dialogue, and in general it gave me a lot of practice in writing narrative in a variety of registers.

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the-darklings · 5 years

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—eager for love, lacking of worth;

pairing: joseph seed x reader (rook)

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: angsty?

notes: so your girl decided to take a slight break from the soulmate!AU (Part 1 is at 19k and still WIP so good luck to all of you who will be reading that monster) and well I need practice at writing Papa Joe so here we are. (￣▼￣*)

prompt:

thank you @jacobsknifeplay for sending the idea in! Saw it this morning and just ran with it! Hope you like it <33

. . .

Maybe paradise was real.

Feeling the sun on your shoulders, you inhaled deeply, staring up at the luscious trees surrounding you. The meadow was breathtaking; green and full of life as far as the eye could see. The air itself seemed to be sweet, and full of possibilities and peace. Reborn from death and ash.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered wetly, already knee deep in the water as it lapped across your legs. “It’s so beautiful.”

“It is.”

His soft voice reached you from behind, and you felt his warm fingers against your cheek, “Do not cry,” he soothed, “We have lost much but it’s up to us to rebuild it now.”

“I feel so…raw,” you admitted quietly, something in your heart fracturing, splitting apart at his unfailingly patient expression. “Unworthy, dirty…I have no place here. You should have left me—”

His fingers cupped your cheeks, and he turned you around sharply. Inferno raged in those familiar blue depths and you exhaled shakily under that unnerving scrutiny. “Never speak of such things, Rook. Do you understand me? I’ve told you before, haven’t I? You’re all I have left now. God will not allow us to be parted.”

“You have your flock back.”

“And they’re not you.”

A harsh chuckle escaped you, and you wondered how even now—even after everything—he could still possibly care about you. Forgiveness, he told you endlessly; that was the only way to live, the only way to move forward. The only way to be free of hatred. Free of everything.

“Then baptize me,” you pleaded, closing your eyes at the phantom sensation of his warm fingertips brushing against your cheeks tenderly. “I want to atone but I don’t—I don’t know how, Joe. And I need to because this world…I can’t live in it like this.”

A strangled breath rushed out of him at your request, and he leaned back, his loose hair fluttering around his cheeks when the wind swept past you both.

For a long minute, only the sound of nature surrounded you both.

You eased yourself out of his grip, watching with a sad smile how his hands continued hovering in the air where you just stood.

“I want to be free,” you confessed weakly, “I want—I just want to be able to breathe without feeling this suffocating guilt—”

You knew it was unfair to tempt Joseph with the one thing he always wanted so desperately. Seven long years of learning how to live with yourself, of learning how to live with the guilt—the consequences—of your actions, and you still felt as lost as that first day. Even to this day, some part of you still refused to accept his truth.

Pride and Wrath.

Joseph and John were not wrong in their assessments.

Truthfully, you were haunted by those who died in your stead. You felt haunted by what you did to John, Faith and Jacob too.

A snake in their perfect paradise.

A murderer of hundreds, thousands, millions.

Shivering, you waded deeper in the river, your fingers sinking in the cool water, and a nostalgic smile tugged your lips upwards. It felt like a lifetime ago that you watched Faith do the same.

“Rook.”

Water encased your waist, and you shuddered at the sensation, not stopping. The current was picking up now, and you stumbled slightly, your feet slipping.

“Rook.”

You didn’t manage another step because arms wrapped around your waist like irons—unyielding and strong—pulling you back and pressing you against a warm chest.

“Not like this,” he breathed against your hair, and you felt the way his arms quivered around you. Fear, uncertainty. “Not like this, dear Rook, not like this. You’ve been given a chance to begin anew. Do not waste this gift. Do not let your despair destroy you now. Do not let their sacrifice be in vain,” he added, something worn and pained scratching through his tone.

Tears stung your eyes and you leaned in his arms willingly. When had that changed? When had you stopped running, fearing, searching for ways to destroy him? Was it before or after the world was reduced to nothing? Before you tore everything he loved to shreds?

John, Faith and Jacob.

They died but you lived. Perhaps Joseph had a point. Giving up now would invalidate their deaths.

“When?”

Because you needed to know, needed to have something to hold onto.

Joseph’s arms tightened around you, and he tugged you towards the shore but you refused to budge, staring up at him through your blurry vision.

He looked older, haunted, worn. You could still remember how he looked at you that first night you met; brimming with divine purpose, fervent and driven. He didn’t even seem human back then.

Now he felt human though. Solid and warm beneath your fingers. Sad.

“Seven years, Rook,” he began gently, voice low, and leaned closer. “We lived imprisoned together. God punished us for our sins with that action, but He is just and this is our reward. Do you know how I survived those long years in the darkness? You know full well that I am not a good man, and there were days…there were days when I too almost gave in to my anger and pain. There were days when I…”

It was hard to keep your breaths steady, “Tell me.”

“I thought about revenge,” he told you honestly, and there was such sadness there. “I thought about how easy it would be to hurt you after you took them from me. But I couldn’t. Every day I woke up and saw how much you needed me. How lost you were. How this was another test. Love thy enemy.”

“I deserved to be—“

His expression smoothed, that drilling stare focused solely on you, and you shook your head when he cupped your cheeks again. He leaned closer, his lips pressing a delicate kiss just below your eye—the exact same spot where silent tears had escaped only moments before.

“You deserve to forgive yourself,” he told you sternly, leaning back and tugging you towards the shore again. You hadn’t realised how cold you were until the numbness of your limbs registered. “So when you ask me when? I say to you when I know that you’re not doing this as a punishment. I will guide you, I will hold your hand in this journey, and show you His light. But not as a punishment, but as a loving act.”

You leaned your head against his arm as he walked you both towards dry land. “Somehow that’s crueller.”

His only reply was a kiss against the top of your head, “I’ve been called cruel before. I’ve been called worse. You know that better than most.”

A beat of silence.

SPLASH

Joseph halted, eyes wide as water trailed down the curves of his face. Few loose strands of hair stuck to his cheek and he turned to look at you.

“No self-hatred allowed,” you told him seriously, your voice still thick from your earlier tears. He blinked again, slower, and you felt a slight smile pull your lips back. It felt so nice to smile and mean it. “Besides, don’t think I forgot why we trekked out here in the first place.”

“Rook,” reproachful, wary, “I don’t think right now is the best time—“

“Now,” you cut him off and laced your fingers together. “Is the only time. Or I will gloat very loudly about the fact that The Father doesn’t know how to swim. Your flock will love it.”

Joseph must have seen something on your face or noticed the pathetic tremble of your fingers because his expression softened a touch.

“They’re yours too,” he noted stiffly, but not unkindly, “But if this…makes you happy, then yes.”

You forced a laugh, as stilted and as awkward as it was, and squeezed his fingers, leeching his warmth.

“Seeing the all-knowing Father flailing in the water for few hours?” you hummed sarcastically, ignoring his earlier statement. “Won’t miss that for the world. Besides, you promised me. Don’t you trust me?”

He gazed at you for a long moment—hard, unnerving moment that made your heart stutter. Then, with perfect ease, he lifted your laced fingers to his lips, ghosting his lips over your knuckles.

“With my life, dear Rook.”

It should have made you so happy hearing that.

It did.

But it also hurt more than you could ever describe.

You cleared your throat, feeling both lighter and heavier than you were just moments before. “Well, ready for your first splashing session?”

A faint smile curved his lips, and he tugged you closer, pressing his forehead against yours, “Show me.”

. . .

an:.....please just assume they had a really cute splash session after this lol. I’m so sorry but my muse seems incapable of writing anything cute right now (it’s the soulmate!AU fic I tell you...it’s sucking all the cute out of me rn, so really blame John for this).

Also for someone who likes to pretend ND doesn’t exist or is 100% different, I always liked the idea of writing for older Joe who feels sort of misled and grieving oof.

#joseph seed #far cry 5 #joseph seed x rook #joseph seed x reader #fc5 #joseph seed fic #fc5 fic #far cry #joseph seed imagine #joseph seed x deputy #nightly drabbles #ANYWAY I WROTE THIS ALL IN ONE SITTING SO TELL ME IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES (I ALWAYS DO)

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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A Truly “Wicked” Plan:

Jim Mason+Reader

A/N: Hello there, lovelies!

It’s been an awful long time since I posted about my favorite ocean boy!

(Also for the fans of “Just Ride”, I am working on some angst about that fic, plus I low key want to write a very cute epilogue so you can all enjoy some sweetness...).

So here is a bit of a fake-dating AU, mixed with on of my favorite musicals, “Wicked”!

I honestly wanted it to be more on the musical at the start, but then this came out and although I know it isn’t perfect (I know that it might seem a bit rushed) I wanted to let out a bit of musical love.

Hope you’ll like it!

(Also before you go in, or meanwhile reading this I highly suggest to listen to this... or the entire “Wicked” soundtrack, you do you boo...)

(Feedback in any form, as long as it’s respectful, is very much welcome!)

Love you lovelies!

SUMMARY: Right when you get your perfect role in your favorite music, your long-time and annoying crush, Jim Mason, is casted to play your lover... which might turn out to be more interesting than what you might have thought...

WORDS: 4, 1 K.

WARNINGS: Just fluff, and musicals and mention of drug abuse!

She had always wished to play Elphaba in “Wicked”.

Not only because she had felt so similar to that character, but also she loved her parts and songs.

And whenever she had considered actually trying for anything musical-related she had found herself drifting to “For Good”, covering both Glinda and Elphaba’s parts, laughing at herself in her room.

So not only she had been fully overjoyed when her school had chosen “Wicked” as their annual musical, but the best part had been that she had been chosen to play Elphaba, since most of the girls had either tried for Dorothy or Glinda.

She had been just happy to wear that green paint and twirl around with a broom, no matter her shyness, no matter how uneasy she felt in big places.

But on the stage, with her dress and her broom, but most importantly… her voice, she could be anybody, even a cool person.

She had been deaf to any kind of insults or snicker thrown her away, too focused on her role, or at least this had been the route till they had casted Jim Mason as Fierro.

To say she had had a crush on Jim Mason since he had first come to Palos Verdes had been an underestimation of how much her little heart speeded up whenever he passed near her, and the way he laughed…

But she had seen the people he hanged out with, and she didn’t belong with them, so her chances to even catch his eyes were less than zero.

Well at least till they had to pretend to be lovers, sharing even a very emotional song, one of her favorites.

She had hoped that it wouldn’t be awkward in any kind of way.

But Jim had also made it very clear that he wasn’t there because he liked the musical, straight up messing up everything much to the amusement of his idiotic friends, not learning lines and not coming to their tryouts.

And she had tolerated it because she was a small fish in the chain of her high school, but she also had her own breaking point, which happened when she was trying the stage moves, just for Jimmy to bump into her with painting, making it all fall on her stage-dress.

It was an accident but she… lashed out on Jim.

“Why do you have to ruin anything?!” her words seemed to shpck him and he moved to apologize and to stop her from leaving, but she was full of embarrassment and pent-up anger “… don’t touch me! I honestly hate you! You shouldn’t be surprised that they casted you as a scarecrow without a brain!”.

As soon as she got in her car, the rage had been pushed away by shame, for the little show she had given everyone, clearly feeling she had overreacted, passing off as an hysteric woman, most of all because she had lashed out on poor Jim, right when all that had happened had been an accident.

So, she had decided to avoid try-outs for the rest of the day, going home and trying there Elphaba’s poses, meanwhile her mother tried to clean her dress.

The following day she had actually thought about avoiding going to school, not wanting to confront Jim and the others, but she had forced herself to, not wanting to miss anything due to her embarrassment.

She had to try things out, before confirming they weren’t working.

At school, nobody acted against her or did anything out of the ordinary, and she was actually surprised to see Jim standing by her usual seat, before English literature started, looking like he had had a pretty sleepless night, and she honestly thought about running away.

But he spotted her and smiled at her, trying to brighten the entire situation, even pushing himself up, from his cradled position.

She moved closer, to her desk, setting her backpack down on it, meanwhile he ruffled his hair, before adjusting them, finally facing her.

-I just wanted to say…- he started, but she swiftly stopped him, immediately wanting to apologize.

-…I am sorry for lashing out at you, yesterday, I am sorry… it’s the anxiety for the musical…- she wanted to move onto this thing fast so she could go back to being ignored, when Jim stopped her, grabbing gently her shoulders to make them straighten up and look him in the eyes.

-Hey hey, none of that, I was the one who fucked up…- his words made her melt, mostly because from the regret in his eyes he meant what he said-… I will pay for the dress, whether to get it cleaned or to get it sawn it again-.

-Jimmy it was an accident, don’t worry- she immediately caught upon on what she had said and he seems as surprised as her, before smiling brightly at her-… oh Gosh, I keep on being stupid… sorry-.

-You can call me Jimmy, all you want… you are the cutest- he patted her shoulder, before bringing her closer, getting her to screech, meanwhile he hugged her gently and immediately she felt wrapped in the pure warmth of happiness -… I am actually the one who should be sorry for having been a true “brainless scarecrow” to you, I swear I will take my role as prince Fierro seriously-.

Still wrapped in his arms, embarrassed almost as much as that time her top had come off, after she had jumped in her best friend’s swimming pool, she didn’t know how to react and mumbled up a few “mmmhhh”, “oh you are not” and “you have nothing to be sorry for”.

But Jim, kept on being stubborn and maintained his opinion, before releasing her and getting down on his knees, making her gasp louder.

(She was sure that a pretty crowd was watching them, but she avoided looking anywhere other than Jimmy’s eyes).

-I sweat on my knight’s honor I will avoid anything coming your way, paint or terrible acting, and take this role serious- he swore, as if he was seriously pledging his loyalty to her.

-Jim, please, get up, you are making a scene- she immediately covered her eyes, meanwhile Jim just laughed.

-C’mon, you know what you have to say- he prompted her, and she almost thought that he was trying to get back to her, through making fun of her.

But still she complied his order, although rolling her eyes, annoyed, at his childish, but cute, behavior.

-… oh, my courageous knight, I appreciate this, and I shall accept thy pledge- and he finally got up, before holding out his hand.

-Truce? – he asked her -I swear I will take this role seriously! -.

-Truce- she accepted his head, before looking at him seriously -…only if you come up an hour before for rehearsal, since you are pretty behind with your lines-.

Jimmy just smirked at her, before muttering something like “you are tougher than I expected”.

Well… he got a big storm coming.

Between her and Jim things started to get better, mostly because as soon as he started taking the entire thing seriously, he was pretty good as Fierro, and the chemistry between them was tangible.

Or at least it was what the musical director, Mrs Santana, had said when she and Jim had performed for the first time “As Long As You Are Mine”, without a single mistake.

Also, she had severely forbidden Jim to appear at rehearsal under the influence of anything and although it was sometimes hard, his hands getting tremors and sometimes is voice breaking, she had done her best to calm him down, strangely getting Jim to open up with her.

“Since he has left us…” he had once confessed to her, meanwhile they took a moment to breath outside, him smoking and her hiding in his jean jacket, since it had appeared to be colder than what she had foreseen, making her leave her jacket inside “… mom has gone crazy, and I just… feel like everything is pushed on my shoulder…”.

And she had hugged him, murmuring sweet nothings in his ear, calming him down, answering his worried calls in the middle of the night, no matter what, listening to what he had to say, before giving suggestions advice or just a nice word.

She had been there for him in order for him not to go back to his old habits.

Meanwhile she did his best to keep him from any toxic behavior her crush had developed into something different, more mature.

But she wasn’t sure about Jimmy’s feeling, mostly because he was going through so much at the moment and she didn’t want to push him into something, just because he felt in debt with her for her comfort.

So, she had tried to keep their friendship at bay, lighter than anything else.

She rejoiced whenever he called her “Elphi”, faking that she was offended for it, but her heart swelled every time he muttered it, or when she had seen him saving her number under that ridiculous nickname.

The day of the show, she was straight up panicking, but tried to keep it all in, smiling nervously at the other guys of the crew, meanwhile they waited for everyone to arrive; she had actually made a few friends with a few of her fellow stars.

The only person missing was Jimmy, and when he arrived, he seemed shocked, enough that she took him away to comfort him, before they went on the stafe.

“Is everything…?”

“My mom discovered about this entire thing and forbid me from coming here” he looked seriously close to having a panic attack “I had to fight with her… and I don’t want to go back home”.

“You can come and stay at my house” she proposed, knowing it wouldn’t bother her parents, mostly because after they had heard what had been going on with Jim, they had insisted to host the poor boy, on the worst nights.

“I need…” and he reached for his pocket, where he usually stored his drugs, something of his she had picked up over the course of events, but she stopped him, gripping his hands in hers, bringing them between them, and looking at him sternly in the eyes.

“No, you don’t need them”.

“… they will make me feel better” he mumbled, trying to lower his eyes, but she kept the eye-contact.

“For a few hours, then it will be worse, you know it!” she told him “…I know it is hard and I don’t expect you to believe me, but… Jimmy… there are better ways to get through this, and no matter what… it will get better, you have to believe me-.

Jim didn’t seem too convinced but he nodded, before bringing her in a bear hug and she softly sniffed his smoke-filled smell, caressing gently his back till she felt him relax under her.

-… also you don’t have to play Fierro, I can tell Mrs Santana…- she tried, but he shushed, his smile a bit brighter.

-Elphi, I had to wear a tights, so I am not going to let it all go to waste- and then he gave her a little push, to make her turn her around -… move your ass, we have a crowd to impress-.

-…only if you feel ok- she added, trying to look back at him, but he was avoiding her eyes, before pushing her, playfully, again.

-I am ok, but I seriously might take up on the offer of staying on your couch…- and then he wiggled his eyes -… or in your bed-.

And feeling daringly she turned around, sending him a malicious look:

-… let’s see how well you do on the stage, Fierro! -.

They had been amazing, but that hadn’t surprised her.

Not a single bit.

They had been ready to give their best.

And that’s what they had given to their audience.

They had performed perfectly the entire duet, heartbreakingly well, not even stepping on their toes once, which had happened frequently during their tryouts, and the entire exhibition had been extremely and truly magical.

She could feel it.

The audience had been extremely excited for the entire song, cheering loudly, and even more loudly when Jim had leaned down to kiss her on her lips, after their song had finished, something which hadn’t been programmed, but it all seemed so emotional and their chemistry had indeed been amazing and…

Still, they had never talked about it, not even mentioned it.

And Jim seemed the calmest about it, when moving off the stage.

But she wasn’t.

Was that a stage kiss? Was it a real kiss?

She had been confused but chose to relegate her anxiety about the situation on a little treasure chest in her brain, in order to go on with the show and then ask her questions when it all ended.

But it all went to hell as soon as she had another scene with Jim and she almost stuttered her lines, but managed to get through the end of it all, but Jim seemed to see through her uneasiness, getting her aside, knowing they had a few minutes of calm, before having to get back on stage.

-Hey, Elphi, is everything alright? – he asked, concerned, and she didn’t want to lie to him or even say the truth, since it might scare him, but…

-I am just a bit anxious- “about what that kiss might have meant”, but she decided to leave that part out, immediately getting him to push a few strands of hair out of her face, gently.

-You are doing amazing, Elphi! -she knew he was a flirty and touchy guy, with no knowledge of boundaries, but that behavior.

This was worse than math.

-Thank you- she just said, trying to get out of this awkward conversation, before he gently kissed her forehead this time and all her defenses were down.

-Jimmy.. why are you doing this? – maybe he was just looking for some kind of comfort, through touch, after he had been starved of it for so so much.

Or maybe he thought she might have wanted some kind of retribution for her comforting…

-For the same reason Fierro would follow Elphaba, betraying anything else- he seemed so so serious and close to kissing her -… that’s what is my next line, say by the way? -.

She swore he had somehow blushed, but other than that he was absolutely serious and it was indeed the next line so he wasn’t lying or…

She just smiled and nodded moving away, not seeing the way Jim looked at her almost as if he had lost his chance… and maybe he had.

At the end of recital, she was so pumped with adrenaline, that the strongest emotions provoked by the kiss with Jim seemed to pass a bit.

Mostly because after what he had said she had just brushed it aside as “a sudden acting choice, in the spur of the moment”.

The entire crowd had been shouting their names, asking them to perform a second time, applauding loudly and even screaming.

Her parents had talked about it for the entire ride, complimenting both her and Jim and her mother had almost made her laugh hysterically, in order to hide the truth, when she had said about “how in love” her and Jim looked, and even Jim had seemed taken aback from it, smiling and thanking quietly your mother.

Her parents hadn’t been able to stay for too much at home, because her sister had apparently had a little problem at the sleepover she was supposed to be at so she had called her parents to ask them to pick her up, leaving her and Jim, alone.

She hadn’t known if it had been the adrenaline or anything else, but she hadn’t minded much about it, unlike Jim who had sent her father a look as if to say “you seriously trust me with your daughter?”.

But her father had never had problems with boys, since she had been extremely calm and slow and he didn’t expect her to be the bold type, plus she was supposed to be alone with Jim just for maximum fifteen minutes, in which the boy moved to her room to change, meanwhile she scooped anything sweet in the kitchen for sugar after the musical.

She couldn’t help but giggle and jump around, extremely happy for what had happened in the musical, proud of herself, for having conquered everything that had stood in her way.

And sadly, this hazy happiness made her accidentally walk in on Jim, who hadn’t locked the room, and she stopped, moving closer to her room, waiting for Jim to give her the sign that she could come in.

But not only the door wasn’t locked, but Jim was on the phone, and the conversation was about her.

“Yeah, the musical went well, Medina!” he answered, a bit annoyed, probably something much more important stuck in his mouth “… but I think I fucked up with (Y/N)”.

And that’s when she straightened up her antennas, understanding that she was involved in whatever they were talking about.

And as much as she felt bad for snooping in Jim’s phone call, he said her name and she was extremely curious.

“… I kissed her” so he had kissed her, he had wanted to kiss her “… and then she asked me why and… I got scared and… I said a lie… and… and I think I scared her… shit shit shit!”.

She remained shocked on the threshold of her room, hidden behind the door, waiting for the phone call to end, meanwhile she pretended she hadn’t heard anything, but her cheeks were burning up and she was pretty sure they were flame-red, now, but her heart was beating so so loudly.

“… what do you mean with ‘everything is alright’?! I might have fucked up my relationship with my best friend, the one person who accepts me for me… I… am trying to calm down, Medina!” she honestly felt extremely bad, for being unable to comfort him “… yeah I think I won’t say anything if she doesn’t mention it, and hopefully she might forget it… shit I fucked up”.

She knocked on the door, feeling as the conversation should have ended there and, and immediately Jimmy came at the door, appearing in a lousy pajama, she had gotten him from her father’s wardrobe, smiling tightly at her.

-I brought refreshments- she tried to avoid talking about the true elephant in the room and to appear natural, not as if she had just heard her crush confess his true feelings about her -… so this can be a proper pajama party-.

He smirked, eyeing chocolate in her hands, immediately trying to steal it from her hands, hence they had a bit of fight over it, before they stumbled on the bed, her on top of him.

The position was awkward enough, after what had happened till that moment.

If she hadn’t pinched herself, she would have believe this was all fiction.

-Jimmy…- she whispered, staring him in his eyes, meanwhile he nodded at her call of his name, trying to make as much space as possible between them, so it would feel more comfortable for her and it wouldn’t look like they were five minutes from kissing each other -… I might have overheard you talking with Medina-.

And he looked like a deer caught in headlights, immediately scrunching away from her.

-… how much have you heard? -.

-Enough to know that the kiss wasn’t accidental – she mumbled, and he looked even more scared, avoiding her eyes, and getting up from the bed.

-Then… I shouldn’t…- but she grabbed his hand and stopped him from leaving.

-Can we talk this out? – she knew that they needed to talk, at least for their mutual respect.

-I am… I am sorry I kissed you, it wasn’t…-.

-I didn’t mind the kiss, Jimmy- it had been so sweet -…but I need to know if you meant it, because… the truth is that I have had the biggest crush on you since forever-.

And he seemed to rejoice at her words, turning back to take a look at her, shocked.

-… but I don’t know about your feelings; I don’t want you to feel forced into this relationship because you feel like you owe me something; no matter what shall come, I will be with you, to comfort you and support you, but… I don’t want your feelings for me to be confused with something else-.

She tried to be as clear as she could with him, looking him in the eyes and trying to appear sincere

And he looked back at her, truly did, smiling gently, before caressing her left cheek sweetly.

-I have had a crush on you, since I first got to know you at the musical, after the entire “painting incident” and I can’t deny that you being gentle and comforting with me, hasn’t had a role in my feelings for you, but I don’t feel like I owe you anything, I mean… I will be forever thankful for you and your words, but those things only made me realize what an amazing person you are-.

And he had been as sincere as her, in his words, looking at her reverently and this time it was her who leaned in, placing a small and chaste kiss on his lips, not even knowing how to kiss perfectly, not at least as him, but he was slow, he took his time with him.

-I don’t deserve you- he mumbled, on her lips, getting a straight up glare from her, which made her pull him into her, immediately getting on top of him.

-First thing you need to know Jim Mason, if you want to date me: people don’t deserve each other, people find each other, they respect and believe each other, and try to make things work out; no self-esteem bullshit, as long as we are together- and she made it clear, kissing all his face, a strange euphoria had taken over, as soon as the knowledge that her crush wasn’t one-sided clicked in her brain.

Meanwhile he gently smiled at her, caressing her hair, before dragging her by it in a new kiss, much less chaste than the previous, definitely lazy (something she always linked to Jimmy) caressing her lips with his, meanwhile his tongue licked her bottom lip and then he went to her upper one, meanwhile she tangled her hands in his hair.

And swiftly the situation was becoming more and more intense, with Jim’s hands wandering a bit, although he had been sweet enough to ask each time for permission, which she had gladly given.

He was halfway through her shirt, when they heard the door of her home open and her father chatting.

They had immediately straightened up their position, adjusting their clothes and putting some distance between them, collecting he food that she had brought and faking they were just eating and talking, calmly.

She really hoped they didn’t notice that her lips were a bit swollen and that she had red blushing cheeks, but her parents were too tired and just told them not to stay up too much, and her mother told Jim that if he wanted, his “bed” was ready.

They just nodded and waved their “good night”s to her parents, before Jim, comfortably laid down on her bed, a bowl of Nutella in his hand, searching for the spoons, sprayed on the bed, getting a side-look from her.

-Oh c’mon, you don’t want all this sweetness to go to waste?!- he mumbled, pointing to the Nutella.

-I just want you to know that this relationship isn’t starting well, if you, in bed with your girlfriend,,. All you think of doing is eating Nutella-.

He seemed somehow taken aback by her words and she thought she had gone too far.

-… does this mean that you are my “girlfriend”? – he mumbled, raising up and meeting her halfway for a sweet kiss.

-As long as you are mine- she mumbled, straight up on his lips, meanwhile he got away and giggled shyly.

-Only my nerdy girlfriend could say something like that after we just performed “Wicked” … - he mumbled, before kissing her again, pushing her under him.

-… but you like me even more because of that- and Jimmy didn’t answer, just kissed her again, and that was enough.

They were enough for each other.

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Hope that you will like this!

(I am sorry if it was a bit too romance focused than musical, I just wantedb to write something sweet, musical themed, but let me know what you thought about it, it would help me a lot!).

Love you, lovelies!

@vampirefairyestelle @what-the-hecku @reyna6valdez @blakewaterxx @dvncans @kleineshaschen @alienwxre

#jim mason #jim mason x reader #jim mason hc #the tribes of palos verdes #tribes of palos verdes #tribes #tribes of PV #cody fern #michael langdon #michael langdon x reader #ahs #ahs fanfiction #ahs fic #topv #jim mason fem! reader #jim mason fem reader #jim mason fan fic #wicked #fluff

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under-the-blood-moonlight · 5 years

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The Death of Niqesse de Nox

AU of how it’d go down for your OC!

Aye, Death was no stranger to the young woman. The black veil of peace had covered her many times before, like it did now. As she drifts along the lifestream the mage wonders ‘Is this truely mine own end? Or will I come back again as I did before?’ It is quiet and warm, a pleasant feeling to doze off to. Let life end and be free for once. No boundries, fighting or worries.

But how did it end? Why is she dead? The woman couldn’t remember and maybe it didn’t matter. She was tired of living the life she had. But... there is a craving in her, her conscience calling out ‘Do not let thy friends fight thy fight. This is thy responsibility and thy alone. Do not alloweth those folk to kicketh the bucket, because thee did quit living.’ The mage remembered now, she was fighting along side her friends and was struck down with a lance, impaled and left for show. Every pleasant feeling fled her body and she opend her eyes, burning with anger. A stinging feeling creeped up her body, her black void tendrils got already hold of her soul. It was time to return and repay the nightkin, that impaled her. “It’s not my time” The tendrils pull the womans soul back into her, yet, lifeless body. With a scream she returnd to the living and tragged herself from the lance. The black matter closing her wound quickly.

“My Lady, it’s nice to have you back, as always.” Corveaux bows to the noble and hands over her Scythe. “Spread your wings, milady, and reap their souls.”

tagged by @captainkurosolaire [thanks luv, tho you gave me at first a heart attack - moblie only showed me the title]

tagging: oof good question, I guess who ever is willing to write such an AU

*eyes @kyrie-silverwings @kael-haustefort-xiv * [might this be our future?]

#character meme #Niqesse de Nox #Shirrot-Ashent de Nox #Corveaux Noucins #The Death of Niqesse de Nox

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plutospolaris · 6 years

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The Parabatai Oath

Parabatai you either have one or don't. In this case, Eddie Kaspbrak was preparing for his parabatai ceremony with Richie Tozier. A parabatai is a pair of Nephilim’s who fight together for the rest of their lives and are bound together by an oath no matter their gender. Their bond is not only reflected by the willingness to lay their lives down for one another but also an oath that is sworn in front of the council. Not all Shadowhunters are required to have a parabatai, in fact, most do not. Shadowhunters only have until they are eighteen to find or chose their parabatai.

Richard Tozier moved in with the Kaspbrak’s when he was nine Him and Edward Kaspbrak the only child became close instantly. They always trained together, Eddie would help Richie with his aiming and Richie would help Eddie with archery.

Eddie paced back and forth his hands were sweaty and he was shaking the ceremony was to begin in a few minutes. Richie came into the training room looking around for his soon to be parabatai and found him sitting in a corner. “Eds?” He said Eddie cringing at the nickname looking up from his shaky hands.

“Present” Eddie said earning a chuckle from the curly haired boy. “The ceremony is in a few are you ready? Excited? Nervous?” The boy couldn't calm himself spitting out question after question. “A little bit of everything. I’m going to get ready I’ll see you at the ceremony” Eddie said standing up with a nervous smile Richie nodded waving as his soon to be parabatai walked out of the room.

Both boys stood in the center of the court, hands locked a little above the wrist. Blue fire formed a circle around the two, soon two more formed to the right and left of the middle circle. They held eye contact until one started the oath.

“Entreat me not to leave thee, or return from following after thee-” Richie began keeping eye contact with Eddie a few seconds of silence roamed around the two before Eddie continued “For whither thou goest, and where thou lodgest, I will lodge.” Richie stood still Eddie looked at him confused and worried.

“Thy people shall be my people, and thy God shall be my God” The boys made eye contact ones again Eddie let out a shaky sigh of relief “Where thou diest, I will die, and there will I be buried.” The short boy couldn’t help but smile it was a soft and small smile one that Richie couldn’t get enough of it he found comfort in the smaller boys smile. “The Angle do so to me, and more also if aught but death but death part thee and me.” They said in unison letting go of the others hand a few moments after.

“You’re stuck with me now Eds,” Richie said with a big grin on his face Eddie rolled his eyes as he nodded his head “You are now sadly apart of me until death do us part,” He said in a dramatic tone with a loud sigh.

It’s been a few hours since the ceremony and Eddie stayed sitting alone in his room his hand tracing the rune on his left wrist. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding back there was no going back now Richie and him are now bonded until one dies now Eddie would feel what Richie was feeling and now he could feel any pain Richie felt. He huffed in anger rolling his eyes at his foolish thoughts.

“You can't fall in love with your parabatai.” He whispered to himself.

( wow this was ugly but the is inspired from Cassandra Clare’s amazing book series The Mortal Instrument the parabatai oath was in her book ‘The Shadowhunters Codex’ and the scene I'm describing was from 2x13 from the show Shadowhunters on FreeForm! I hope you guys liked this I want to continue a Shadowhunters au story idk tell me what you think.)

#richie tozier #reddie #eddie and richie #eddie kaspbark #reddie fanfic #shadowhunters #shadowhunters au #parabatai #cassandra clare #reddie au

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escarghosting · 6 years

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Hello hello @eli-and-fictional-sons!! Coincidentally, I was also your secret santa for the @vncsecretsanta! Here’s you’re gift; it’s sort of a college au, but there’s hardly any mention if college so *shrugs* I had fun writing it! This is my first fic for vnc so if either of them seem ooc, that’s why lol. Hope you enjoy it! Happy new years!

Title: Love Thy Neighbor

Rating: T, mostly for swearing

Word count: 1536

Summary: Vanitas really doesn’t like his neighbor. Really. No matter how attractive he may be. So why exactly does he agree let him use his shower?

Vanitas really…didn’t like his next door neighbor.

Noe was his name. Ever since the guy moved in, there was always something the other did that pissed them off. It all started when Noe started parking in Vanitas’ spot. No matter how often he yelled at him about it, Noe still managed to park in his spot at least once a week. Things just went downhill from there.

At some point in the past 5 months of living next to each other, Vanitas started going out of his way to piss Noe off; his favorite was playing loud music early in the morning, because Noe was nothing but grumpy without at least 8 hours of sleep. Yes, Vanitas was that petty.

But what really peeved Vanitas about Noe is how…perfect he was. When Vanitas wasn’t doing things to annoy him, Noe was actually pretty nice. He gave Vanitas rides sometimes when the weather was too bad to take his bike (although music in the car was another source of tension between them), and he checked up on him often to make sure he was eating and sleeping well, because “no one should look as dead as you do” (which, unsurprisingly, aggravated Vanitas to no end). He was naïve, but it was kind of endearing. Sometimes.

He was also fine as hell, not that Vanitas would ever admit it. Tall, well-built, pretty eyes, and to-the point about everything. Noe might as well be the man of Vanitas’ dreams, and he hated it.

…Okay, maybe he had a teeny tiny crush.

It didn’t matter anyway, nothing would ever come of it. Why would Noe ever like him back? All Vanitas did was purposefully annoy him. Most of their conversations consisted of pointed glares and hardly contained anger, mostly from Vanitas. Noe deserved to be with someone much better than him.

‘Maybe you guys just need to get together, let out that awkward sexual tension. I bet you that’s the reason you’re always so cranky with each other, idiot.’

Vanitas slammed the butter knife down on the counter. Screw Dante and his stupid advice! What did he know anyway? He was just some baldy with as much romance experience as a doormat. That was the last thing he needed to be thinking about right now. He stared down at his unfinished peanut butter sandwich. He couldn’t eat now, he was too bitter. Maybe I’ll just take a hot shower and lay down for the night, he thought. It wasn’t even 9:00, but there’s nothing wrong with a little extra sleep, right? In fact, Noe would probably be proud—

Ohhh, no. That thought was going to end right there. Vanitas dragged himself to the bathroom—which wasn’t very far in this tiny apartment—but before he could turn on the faucet, there was a knock at the door.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Who could possibly be knocking at this hour?” Vanitas muttered angrily. He was in no mood to humor anyone for anything. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Vanitas stomped over to the door and flung it open. “This had better be impor—”

Standing in the hallway was none other than Noe himself. He was holding a towel and a hair brush in one arm, dressed in his loose white pajamas. The look on his face was awkward and somewhat...pained?

Vanitas couldn’t stop himself from admiring the other man. The way strands of white hair fell into his face, or how his shirt hugged his broad shoulders...

Stooooooop!

“What do you want? This had better be important, Noe,” he spat.

Noe pursed his lips. “I need to use your shower.”

“…Why can’t you use yours?” At this Noe shuffled his feet, looking anywhere but Vanitas. Was he… embarrassed?

“You see,” he started, “I may have tripped over Murr heading to the shower, and ripped the shower head from the wall trying to catch myself.”

Vanitas just stared. Of course Noe would manage to do something like that.

Thinking it over, he supposed there was no harm in letting him in. Call it payback for all the times Noe’s helped him. It was a little annoying that he’d have to let Noe take one first, but the was no way he was waiting around Vanitas’ apartment until he was done. Besides, this way he could take as long as he wanted.

“I guess,” he sighed, stepping aside to let him in. He swore Noe had stars in his eyes when he thanked him. Weirdo.

Noe stepped in to the apartment, looking around like he’d never been in there before. “Our showers are probably the same,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “So I don’t think I have to help you—hey! Don’t touch that!”

Vanitas was an art student, but since he and Noe weren’t friends, the other had never seen anything Vanitas had made. He had been working on a minimalist human sculpture for a class earlier, and must’ve forgotten to put it away because Noe was about to pick it up good lord.

He grabbed Noe’s arm before he could touch it, glaring at him. “It’s wet! I don’t need you squishing it with your inhuman strength!”

Noe blinked at him. “Oh. Sorry. I’ve never seen someone make something like this before, I wanted to know what it felt like. You’re really good at this!”

So naïve but so cute. Noe was practically sparkling. He didn’t say anything he didn’t mean; he really thought Vanitas’ half-assed sculpture was cool. Vanitas could feel the annoyance drain from him with every second.

“Whatever. Just go take your shower. You have 10 minutes!”

“Sure, but you’re gonna have to let go of me first, Vanitas.”

Vanitas blinked. He was still holding Noe’s arm. And when did they get so close? Vanitas (very calmly, mind you) let go and stepped back, clearing his throat. “Right.”

Noe nodded and headed to the bathroom. “And don’t touch anything you don’t need to!” Vanitas called after him.

As soon as the door shut, Vanitas was on the couch, internally screaming at himself. How could he be more awkward! All he did was grab his arm! Nothing weird about that. It was the first time he’d ever actually touched Noe though, and he was every bit as muscular as he looked, god damn. It would be a while before he’d forget about that discovery.

By the time the ten minutes were up, Vanitas had mostly gotten himself together. Enough to realize the shower was still running. He got up and banged on the bathroom door. “Noe! Come on! You better not use up all my hot water, I swear.”

The shower quickly shut off, followed by scrambled footsteps. ‘Please don’t slip, I don’t need you breaking my shower, too,’ he hoped.

A minute later, the door opened, and Vanitas thought he actually might die that night.

The first thing he noticed was Noe’s hair. He’d never seen it so curly. In hindsight, it only made sense; Noe’s hair shouldn’t have been that straight. He just couldn’t picture Noe using a straightener without severely burning himself. (Then again, no one should have white hair at 19, so could you really blame him?) It was still soaking wet, dripping down into the towel around his neck.

The next thing he noticed was that Noe Archiviste was shirtless and dripping wet in his apartment.

He just couldn’t catch a break, could he.

Vanitas had never been more grateful for his amazing poker face, because if he was, he’d probably look like a firetruck right then. “It’s about time,” he grumbled, pointedly looking away from Noe. He was dense, but there’s no way he wouldn’t notice Vanitas all but drooling over his body.

“Sorry Vanitas, guess I lost track of time.” Vanitas hummed in acknowledgement. Suddenly, his face was in Vanitas’ line of sight. He was carefully studying Vanitas’ face. “What’s wrong? You seem crankier than usual.”

Damn him and his skill for reading people. He refused to meet Noe’s eyes. “Tch. Nothing’s wrong. Can you just put your shirt on and leave so I can go back to enjoying my night?”

Noe stood back up. He could hear the shirt being pulled over his head. “By the way, your shower curtain’s a horrible color. My eyes hurt just looking at it.”

Vanitas whipped his head around to retort because it was a nice shade of blue dammit, but his words died in his throat. Noe had a soft smile on his face, and he was chuckling softly, and Vanitas felt like he might actually melt.

“Thanks for letting me use your shower,” he said as he started driying his hair. “Hey, I know this place that has amazing tarte tatin; you should come with me sometime.” All Vanitas could do was nod and give a soft “sure”. He was only half-listening; he was too focused on the fact that Noe was actually smiling at him.

Noe nodded. “Great. I guess I’ll see you around then?” he didn’t wait for a response before leaving Vanitas star-struck in his own apartment.

‘Wait a minute. Did Noe just ask me out on a date?’

Maybe this night wasn’t as horrible as he thought.

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(A/N: the little shirtless Noe scene was supposed to be more descriptive with more freaking out from Vani, but half way through writing this, I remembered the Shirtless Kylo Ren meme and I had a hell of a time writing that part without dying of laughter i’m sorry

Also I totally threw in my headcanon that Noe has naturally somewhat-curly hair bc come on he’s black for goodness sake)

#vncsecretsanta #vanitas no carte #vnc #eli-and-fictional-sons #apparently i don't know how to keep a fic short these days it was not supposed to be this long #lol #i had so many ideas since you didn't want a specific prompt #but this was the easiest i think #but now i have ideas for MORE vnc fics so thank you #hope you like it!#by me #fic

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theblckbts · 7 years

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Dreadfully | 01

Warning: Swearing, little smut (for now)

Genre: Best friend!au Pairing: Vernon X Reader (all members included)

In some senses, you will never not be broken hearted again.

You told yourself that it would be the last, last time to trust or even got near these selfish popular fuckboys. After this year was over, which was in 2 months. It was going to be your first year of collage and nothing was going to change your mind about studying your ass off until you became what you wanted all these years.

You had lost control of your own body. You loved this feeling as the rhythm of the music allowed you to free your mind. You had dance classes since forever as it was your favorite place and favorite thing to do. It had calmed you down on your worst and was with you when you were the happiest. Once you got into it, it was hard for you to call it a night. People would skip classes just to watch you and at first you found it weird and creepy but as time went on you had realized they were giving you moral support instead of watching due to their nasty needs. Even the boys would join you while dancing as they loved it as much as you did.

You wouldn’t say that you are “popular” or the “smartest” but everyone knew you were. You just weren’t into things like that. You liked staying in your bubble where you had your little trusted group and as long as no one ruined that, you were happy. You were ok with new people coming but when someone left that was when it was hurtful the most.

You were friends and friendly to everyone that came up to talk to you. You weren’t a celebrity you were just as human and weird as every human in your high school. Some girls would take that to their advantage and be rude and nasty towards everyone. Thinking they can have everything and everyone rapped around their finger. Fucking anyone that came their way.

On the other hand you hadn’t had sex, you were a virgin and you were proud. Girls your age were embarrassed to say that out loud but you weren’t embarrassed or had shame in it. You being a virgin didn’t mean you didn’t do other things. If anything you probably have the most dirty mind. Your best friend Jennie always say that you had a dirty mind like a boy who just found out what sex was. She wasn’t wrong and there was nothing wrong with that.

The “Popular” Boys especially the ones who play football were S.Coups, Jeonghan (Your other best friend), Joshua (your brother), Jun, Wonwoo, Minghao, Woozi and Diva Boo the most annoying selfish needy fuckboys you had ever seen in your entire life but you loved them. They were family blood or not they were your family since birth.

S.Coups, the captain of every sport team there was and the most popular but the most annoying child. Them being popular meant one thing and one thing only to every girl, which was for them to have the boys. Whether it was a night, a month or a year. The worst part about this was that everyone was fully aware of S.Coups desire and affection towards you but you just never were into him. Some people thought you were crazy and some people thought you were with a rich handsome man that gave you amazing nights of your life. The’d talk to you for hours and hours about nothing just to be close to them. There were piles and piles of girls lines up to do the job for him and he still chased you around asking if you’d like to have a date with him or if you’d be his girlfriend etc. and you’d refuse him every fucking time, which made him want you even more. You were probably the only girl in the school who rejected him. He was like a puppy following you around every where you went and it had gotten to the point where you were going to turn around and kick his balls to show him for the last time that you were not interested. But behind his ego and his flirting there was a handsome young boy who was very kind and thoughtful towards his family, friends and young ones and that’s when you loved him the most.

Jennie was dating Boo Seungkwan, other known as Diva Boo. They had been dating for four years now. He had never done nothing to hurt her, nothing since the day he had laid eyes on her. He made you rethink the whole “All guys are the same.” The one and only thing girls say when they are hurt by guys. Either way Seungkwan was a really good guy. Him and Jennie would sit in her bed at night and talk about the future instead of having sex. They’d talk about everything they want to do together and it was a worm feeling cause you could actually hear the happiness in their voices. They really cared about each other. Then there were days where they would have sex for hours and hours as you sat in the other room with your headphones blasting music with the other boys so you guys wouldn’t hear all the pleasure coming out from their moans. Sometimes you’d have to leave the house for some “fresh air” cause you always thought you guys were interrupting something. But you were really happy for her because she was happy with him and he was happy with her.

Though you were also very annoyed due to S.Coups never stopping to actuallt realize that you are never going to give him what he wanted. S.Coups was actually a really good friend when he wasn’t being such a flirt. He’d make sure you weren’t cold while watching movies with the boys while the sound was blasting to your earbuds due to not wanting to hear the sounds of your two best friends moans. You could realize that he wasn’t dong it because he wanted you but because he was genuinely worried. When you felt tired enough you’d fall asleep like the rest of the boys and S.Coups would make sure to sleep right next to you just in case your head accidentally fell on his shoulder Rolling your eyes and smiling at how desperately cute he looked. Sometimes he’d forget that he flirted and just acted himself and that’s when you loved him the most. Behind closed doors S.Coups wasn’t the hard ass everyone thought he was.

but you were just not into him like that.

Maybe if he became your friend at first and didn’t introduce himself like he had needs who shouted to the whole school when he won his football game then maybe you would have seen something but you knew it was never going to happen.

Not only due to him but also due to your past relationship. A 6 year relationship gone wrong.

Once you had finished your shift at your part time job. Your boyfriend at the time had called you so you could drop by his house, It was pretty late but you didn’t think much of it due to you guys going over all the time but you made sure you go home on time to have some rest after.

When you arrived at his house the door was already open, you felt chills. You had thought something had gone wrong so you immediately rushed to the door to see piles of girl clothing on the floor, scattered all over the house and your heart started racing. You quickly ran upstairs to your boyfriends room but the door was locked. You quickly got the spare room key from under the rug to meet him his friend on top of a girl you knew pretty well of. She was the cheerleader captain for every sport. He had her up against the bed frame as he fucked her recklessly, digging his dick in and out of her. Her hands and feet were tied up as she looked at you with a nasty smirk as His friend had his dick in her mouth, they all watched your every move. Your face swell up, You got a little dizzy and you thought you had stopped breathing but when you thought it couldn’t get any worst , It hit you when he asked if you’d like to join “in on the fun” and that his friend wouldn’t mind eating you out. It took you a couple of seconds to take in what he had said, You had frozen and tears were coming down your face. you closed the door with all your anger and ran out of that house without looking back as fast as possible.

You had driven around the city for hours and hours trying to get some kind of understanding of what you had just witnessed.

That was on a Friday so you had the whole weekend to yourself, locked up in your room with nothing but your thoughts and the sight of your now ex boyfriend fucking another girl while watching your reaction as if he had liked the fact that you had caught him. Maybe he might have enjoyed it even more if you were up to joining and his friend doing whatever nasty thing he had in mind. It made you feel disgusting.

Your eyes were puffy, clothes that belonged to him, pictures ripped and Napkins all over the floor. You had thought of watching movies but you just couldn’t and didn’t have the energy to get up from your spot. You kept getting the image back into your thoughts and cried even more, There were millions of questions in your head and you were sick and tired. You had shut down your phone knowing there were going to be a lot of messages and school emails. Jennie and Jeonghan however ended right where you were the minute they heard from Seungkwan what had happened. Thy banged on your room door like there was something chasing them and after a couple of minutes you had though they had given up and left but then you heard their body sliding down to a sitting position as they turning on your favorite song that your best friend Vernon had been singing to you while putting you to sleep when you guys were little which made you cry even more. You had missed him. You had missed him a lot. And you had realized that while thinking of him, you felt peaceful and fell asleep.

By Sunday morning you had realized that Jennie and Jeonghan left their position and went down stairs. You were in complete silence…

Till you heard the one thing, the only thing that made you strong enough to unlock the door. Your eyes were filled with more tear as you wrapped your arm around Vernon.

He had traveled all the way from Korea to see you.

once he saw your tears, It was enough for him to start crying as well. hearing you you cry made him weak, It felt as if his world crashed and all he could do was let go of your waist and hold your cheeks, gently wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “Hey don’t cry, it’s going to be ok im here now.” he said as he looked straight into your eyes and all you could do was cry even more at his words. He put your head back to his shoulder and hugged you even tighter. Waiting for you to tell him what was making you so upset. Once he had realized that you weren’t going to tell him he make the first move, he did it for you, he wanted to get it off your chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You looked up at him before sniffing and wiping your tears on your own.

You took a big breath before looking at him straight in the eye, “He had a girl tied up as he fucked her. While he was doing that, his friend had his dick inside her mouth as they were all looking at me. Then he had the courage to ask if i wanted to be eaten out by his friend or other nasty things that went through his mind. I left before i could see anything else but that was enough t-to get me..” Vernon cut you off by grabbing you and pulling you close, stroking your head. He cleared his through and looked up at the ceiling to try and get him self calm so you wouldn’t know he was on the verge of crying or going to the bastards house to punch the shit out of him but he wanted to be with you. He didn’t want you to notice that his voice getting raspy. “It’s going to be okay. You are going to be alright.” He said as he stroked your hair a little more. You both fell asleep like that and it felt really safe, You had never felt happier in someones arms and you were glad he had came.

Then you woke up. Realizing that Vernon had never came and it was just a little dream. A little messed up joke to you from your messed up head and the only thing you could do was curl up in your bed waiting for a miracle but that miracle had never showed up.

A week or two later you had realized that life wasn’t going to be like this forever, you had responsibility and you became stronger wiser and smarter, Never to let a silly fuckboy get to you like that. He had called, texted and showed up at your house drunk, the only words coming out of his mouth was: “Im sorry” or “I was wrong I love you, please don’t leave me.” But you weren’t that stupid and you weren’t going to let him do anything else to you and that was your final decision before you shut the door.

Now you were happier then ever. It had been nearly a year and a half and you had kept your word and S.Coups wasn’t going to change that.

It was Friday afternoon. Your parents were out of town and you were all alone but you enjoyed it as you were getting ready, having your snacks in front of you and all the movies you had prepared to watch. “So are you coming?” Jennie said as she scared the fuck out of you. You looked up from where you were sitting as she stepped inside your house and was already dressed up and ready to go. “Fuck dude you scared me.” She started laughing at you but you didn’t say anything to her reaction. “Where?” You said as you got comfy on the couch. “The football game that everyone is talking about. It’s the last senior game.” You ignored her words as you didn’t want to go to a football game as you were very comfortable right where you were. “You have to attend it. You’d be crazy not to.” You started laughing at how hard she was trying to get you going. “Come one its our last year of our high school.” She whined and begged to get you to agree. “Fine Fine Ill come, Just stop blabbing already.” She smiled at how her plan worked.

She was right though. You loved sports and always attended them to support your brother, Joshua and your close friends. How ever You usually didn’t go to most parties afterword to celebrate the wining unless it was necessary.

You quickly got up from your position, not worrying about anything else as you got ready as quick as possible as your best friend kept screaming at you to get ready faster so you guys wouldn’t miss the game. You both left your house in seconds and drove off.

The boys had saved you guys the best seat in the field. By now you were used to sitting their as they always saved you guys that seat but you were grateful cause they never forgot. You remembered the first time you had sat in this particular seat as S.Coups had hit your with the football. then once you realized that again the ball was coming to your direction but then in the corner of your eye you had noticed that S.Coups were running towards you as well, not only saving you from the ball this time but also falling very badly.

He then got up from his position as winking at you before returning back to the game. He had noticed your smile and that was all he ever wanted to do, smile.

After the game was over, The boys had won their last game and had won the trophy. There were tears and cheers as everyone had ran up to them. “PARTY TIME!” The boys had shouted as everyone got into their car and left to go to the party house.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous. You hadn’t been at a party since the day you carried Jennie back to your Place after her fighting with some other girl for Talking to seungkwan about how she liked her shoes, Of course Jennie had to say something rude due to her usually being more jealous when she was drunk. Once the girl started saying shit about her and Seungkwan, that was the end of everything, the point where you saw your best friend on top of the girl and punching “that bitches face” as many as she possibly could before you dragged her away. She managed to escape from you as she ran back to that girl thankfully you caught her before she could do anything.

You heard her blab to you and Seungkwan about how you should of just allowed her to finish what she had started while driving back to your house. Gladly, she fell asleep in the car and quickly or she was about to fight you for laughing at her for how funny she looked while she blabbed.

You didn’t want that to happen again.

Either way you still found yourself in front of the house about to hop off of your car and get into the party that was already full and it had just started. The sound was blasting and there were drinks everywhere. You knew your drinking limits and you weren’t the type of person to drink one bottle and get drunk, you were thankful because you needed at least three or four to deal with anything that came in your way.

The party wasn’t exactly how you expected it. Jennie got a little tipsy then ended up going upstairs with Seungkwan, You just stayed by the greenish blue couch across the kitchen as you were finishing your 5th drink and you were regretting the decision you had made by allowing S.Coups to sit next to you. Well you didn’t really have a say in it as he just sat there and wouldn’t leave you alone. Thankfully Jeonghan was next to you as well. You’d honestly wouldn’t be surprised if S.Coups ended up putting a location locator on you but you weren’t going to him any ideas. He had been blabbing about how you should just give him a chance as he wasn’t like other guys and he’d treat you just the way you wanted him too.

As you were about to chug your last bit of alcohol, your phone vibrated three times causing you to stop what you were doing. It took a bit for you to focus due to the bright light but you managed to see clearly.

Mother: Your father and I have a surprise for you.

Mother: Don’t ask what! cause i won’t tell you

Mother: Love you!

You didn’t reply back as you put your phone back to your back pocket and got up from the couch. “Where are you going baby?” S.Coups said making Jeonghan hit him in the shoulder for being such a flirt. You rolled your eyes and just kept walking, you didn’t see the point in arguing about something that could go on forever. You pushed your way through the crowd trying to get to the kitchen. When you turned around facing the people dancing. You had though you saw a familiar face that brought back many memories. Mingyu,The only person that you felt close to as much as you did towards Vernon. You three were very close but that connection disappeared once Mingyu and Vernon Left to Korea at the age of 5 and you hadn’t seen them ever since, Just talking on the phone and texting through social media.

When you looked back at the person once more you had realized that it wasn’t Mingyu and that the alcohol was getting to you so you closed your eyes a couple of times to get yourself back.

After a little dancing and a little more drinking with the boys. You had decide that you had gotten very tired so you decided to leave the party. You headed towards the door when a hand stopped you and it stopped you just in time as a boy close to your age had thrown up right in front of you. Thank got you had alcohol in your system or you wouldn’t be able to handle this much. When You turned around to see who Had saved you, You smiled at Jeonghan and thanked him. “Let me bring you home, you don’t look very good to drive.” S.Coups said as he was wobbling his head and leaning on the wall to keep him from falling. “I think im good, But you don’t seem so good.” He smiled and put his pointer finger into the air. “Great idea then you should bring me home.” You kinda felt bad for him and you were good friends with him weather or not he was annoying, he was still himself and that was enough and besides he didn’t really give you a choice as he ran to the car, sat down and buckled his seat bet. “You really don’t seem so good, I didn’t drink let me bring you guys.” You smiled at Jeonghan as you nodded and allowed him to drive you two.

S.Coups house wasn’t far from here so it only took about five minutes. You were kinda surprised that he hadn’t brought a girl or two upstairs, he just followed you like a lost puppy and maybe even protected you a little bit but you didn’t think much of it. You hadn’t realized that he was still talking since Jeonghan started the car and you just ignored him as he seemed like he was talking to himself rather then you. Jeonghan helped him up but S.Coups stopped at you to give you a peak but you closed the window before he can get any closer. Which you started laughing at. Jeonghan helped him to the door and watched as he got in.

As you were watching the two boys, you felt your ass vibrating and it took you a couple of seconds to realize that it was your phone. You took it out of your back pocket and looked at the screen to see who it was.

Holly fuck It was Vernon.

You could tell you were tipsy but Blood still rushed through your entire body and you felt your smile get wider and wider. You had missed him. The last time you had talked to him on the phone was when you had broken up with your boyfriend and wanted to make sure you were all in one piece.You weren’t sad so you automatically assumed that he was so you picked right away.

“Hey what’s up? you ok?” He had a smirk on his face due to your dramatic state and he had noticed that you were tipsy. “Im ok but are you?” He said with a concerned voice. “Yea im ok, Im heading home.” He took a few seconds to respond. He wasn’t ok with you driving while having alcohol in our system. “N-No don’t drive, you Drank you shouldn’t drive Y/N.” You started laughing really loudly at him and realized you might be laughing a little too loud. “Its ok Im not driving, Jeonghan is driving me home. Ill be fine. So why did you call me anyway?” You said as you started the car. “Y/N” He was worrying a lot. “Please” He said in a calm voice. “I don’t trust anyone, Did he drink too? Ill come next to you and bring you home.” You started laughing even more to his response. “Dude you are all the way in Korea. It’s Whatever, Why did you call me anyway?” You said as Jeonghan drove away from S.Coups’s house and towards your home. “Where are you Y/N?” You took a couple of seconds to answer as you were busy trying to focus on the flowers that was by the rode. “Y/N where are you?” He said, he might have screamed a little but that was the least of his worries. “We just dropped S.Coups off to his house.” He didn’t understand. “why is he dropping both of you off at this time of the night? Is Jeonghan going to sleep at your house?” You kept answering his questions as he kept ignoring yours and at this point you just thought he just wanted to talk to you and hear your voice.”

When you got home, You went straight to your room with Jeonghan and laid down onto your bed. You hadn’t realized that you had fell asleep while you were still on the phone with Vernon.

Once Vernon realized he couldn’t help himself to smile at how cute you were. “sweat dreams beautiful, I love you.” Vernon said. He had dreadfully missed you a lot as much as you had missed him, maybe even more and wanted to be wrapped around his best friend, your arms as he imagined smelling your sent. He didn’t know if it was the same sent that he had memorized over and over again before leaving but he didn’t really care as he fell asleep, not ending the call. It wouldn’t be the first time you guys had fell slept together in the same bed or that you guys fell asleep thought the phone without realizing but this time it was intentional.

You woke up due to the many notification that you were receiving. You picked up your phone from under your pillow and realized not only the many messages from your mother but you also realized that you were still on the phone with Vernon for 8:36:24. You felt nervous as you said his name quietly and he had responded back really quickly. “Hey good morning it took you while. I didn’t want to wake you up. You sounded very peaceful.” He said waiting for your response. “Oh fuck! What time is it.” Jeonghan woke up to you screaming, “What the fuck is going on.” He said as he rubbed his eyes. Vernon rolled his eyes to Jeonghan but he chuckled at you as checked the time before telling you that it was 10:30.You had realized that you were almost going to miss your Boxing training. “Crap, Im going to be late for Boxing. Ill talk to you later bye love you Vernon!” you said as you hung up the call without waiting for his response. “Love you too.” He said as he smiled and put his phone to the side. You got up really quickly before kissing Jeonghan by the cheek and got into your boxing outfit, Thank god you didn’t usually eat breakfast before boxing nor was it far away so you weren’t that late and your personal trainer did know about the party. You also knew that Jeonghan brought his car to your house after dropping you off so you knew he’d have some breakfast and then leave.

“you seem more angry today, Anything you want to hit for or talk about?” You personal trainer said. You had known her for forever and she basically knew everything. Even before she was your personal trainer, she was your mothers personal trainer, and she was kinda like your therapist. You knew her for a long time. “Nothing! Im just trying to concentrate on training.” You said as you punched a few more times before hitting it even harder to end your boxing on a good hit.

When you got home you went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. You were exhausted and you just felt good to feel the water hit your skin. After a couple minutes you got out and wore your bathrobe. You then went downstairs to have some breakfast. Which was never possible due to many distractions that encounter while making breakfast. Your mother calling you to make sure you were all ready to pick them this afternoon but this time it was the knocking on the door. You stopped what you were doing and opened the door to see Jeonghan with bags full of food which you were grateful.

“Hello, I brought your favorite” He said as had a really big smile on his beautiful face. “Oh my god, im starving. God sent you for my needs.” You said as you took the bag out of his hands and prepared breakfast for the both of you.” He walked behind you and plopped at the chair in front of you.

Once breakfast was ready you both sat, Jeonghan kept blessing you and kept thanking you for the meal.

“Lets go to the outlets store. I need to buy somethings.” He said as he helped you with the dishes. “Sure lets go! just let me get ready.” You said as you ran to your room to get dressed.

Once you were done, You went back to the kitchen you looked at Jeonghan. “Your car or mine?” You said as you looked at him. He didn’t answer as he lifted his hand to how you his car keys. You then took our bag, locked the door and went to his car. “NO you drive.” He said before running to the passenger seat. You laughed at him as you sat down and grabbed his car keys.

When we got to the famous outlets store, There were many people shopping. Once You guys parked and left the car, You both joined in the crowd. Through the whole time Jeonghan kept grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the next store like a little child finding toys. It was cute since he then stopped to have lunch. You didn’t know how he was a child one second then turned into a grown man as he paid for both of your lunch since it was not polite or gentlemen like when the guy didn’t pay.

Then once lunch was done, You both continued to ran around like a child.

After a long day, You and Jeonghan left the outlet stores to meet up your parents from the airport.You didn’t know why they were at the airport and why they choose they airport to meet with you but you didn’t question it due to you knowing she wasn’t going to tell you why.

She had texted you millions of times to make sure you were going to be on time.

She had ordered you to stop what you were doing and go to the airport ASAP.

On the way to the airport, Jennie had texted you a bunch of theories on what it could be and how she should come with you just in case, so you guys picked Seungkwan, S.Coups and her up on the way.

Blasting the music on the way, Everyone had the best time while the windows were down, dancing in their seats and screaming the lyrics.

Once you drove to the airport your mother gave you directions to meet up with her. You went left and right due to her not actually knowing where she was, which at this point you just wanted to turn around and go back home.

You and the rest that came along were looking around like a crazy person.

Once you guys found out where they were, they made you close your eyes and face the door. You were really nervous and you didn’t know what was going to come out. Your friends and especially Diva Boo was holding you tight so you wouldn’t get a glimpse. At that point you had realized that your friends were in this the whole time. “So you guys knew this whole time and didn’t tell me?” They laughed at you while trying to keep you still. “If we told you then what would be the fun in that.” She was just telling you theories to get you thinking of something that wasn’t true.

Once everyone allowed you to open your eyes you had realized that your body had gone stiff and you eyes had watered. When Vernon had stepped out of the elevator and ran towards you, You didn’t know how to react at that fact that your best friend since birth was right in front of you, looking at you and only you.

He wrapped his arms around you as he gave you a tight hug and wouldn’t let you go. About 2 minutes in you both had realized you still didn’t let go and once He did, held still held your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

Not letting you go, not even for a second.

Realizing that you both missed each other…

Dreadfully.

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The Crown: Part I

Genre: Drama; Smut; Angst [Mentions of death]; Historical AU!

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader; Jeongguk x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Notes: Though the title is misleading, I based this series off of a mini-series called ‘The White Princess’.

Just to clarify, both Yoongi and Y/N belong to the York family. Hope you like this guys!

Lying With Thy Enemy

17th August 1685

“Are you sure it’s going to be safe for me here?” You hesitantly ask your handmaiden as you dismount from your horse, stepping down carefully and making sure that the cloak still covers your head.

Though you have snuck out with your mother’s blessing, she has made it clear that it is imperative for you not to be seen by others. But that doesn’t matter to you, not now. Not when he is eagerly awaiting your arrival, and not when you are equally eager to see him.

“Yes, my lady.” She guides you through the trees, leading you to a tent colored with stripes of white and blue: his colors. “This is the place that he informed me of.”

You give her an acknowledging nod before stepping inside, and with that she takes her leave to tend to your horses and to ensure that they are ready for when you are to return.

“You came.” His voice is soft, laced with disbelief, as you pull the hood of your cloak down, and he walks over to you in quick strides.

His hand wraps around your waist instinctively as he kisses you deeply, cherishing each moment that he has. He knows, deep down, that you would come, but couldn’t help the sliver of doubt that tangled into his belief. After all, battlegrounds are no place for a princess like you to be.

“Of course, I did, Yoongi,” You mutter earnestly, having your breath stolen by him within mere seconds of seeing him. “I had to see you before the battle.”

You know what this night meant and though it made you nervous, his kind smile, his warm eyes and his even warmer touch only make you surer of your decision. The way he looks at you, so full of love, filling you like no other, enticing you give more of yourself to him. You want nothing else but to have him strip you down bare and make you his.

He slowly pulls you closer to him, leading you to the bed in the corner of the tent before sitting down with you in his lap. Before you even know it, his lips are on yours instantly, slowly trailing down to graze your jawline and then your neck.

Your fingers tangle in his soft ebony locks, pulling him in so you could lean down to kiss him. His hands wrap around your waist possessively in response.

“I still cannot believe that he truly hopes to best you in battle tomorrow, that dimwit.” You fume at the mere thought of it, blood boiling in your veins from the anger, but Yoongi simply responds with a chuckle before pecking your lips softly.

You still cannot believe the gall of that dull moron, daring to steal the throne from Yoongi, the man who had maintained the peace of the country for so long, who had worked so hard to prove himself to his father.

“Do not speak of him for now,” He whispers into your ear, voice deep and husky, sending searing heat to between your legs. “He isn’t important enough for that.”

“I know… but I can’t help it, it’s so incredibly annoying.” You mumble quietly after hesitantly nodding in agreement, placing your palm on his cheek, caressing the soft skin before leaning in to kiss him.

Even though there isn’t a part of you that doesn’t believe in Yoongi, you cannot help but fear for his life, his life that he is putting in danger so that he may be able to wed you after all this is over.

While your heart sings in happiness at the thought of being able to be by his side for the rest of your life, it also breaks every single time your mind wonders about the what ifs.

What if he loses the battle?

Or worse: what if he loses his life?

No. You can’t break down in front of him. Not now.

You’ve been trained your whole life to be strong. Or at least to appear strong. Women in court were already given lesser power than men and you didn’t need to give the people any more reason to doubt your strength. You are their Princess and will soon, be their Queen. You had to be strong.

“You can stop pretending now, you know?” He remarks, fingers running through your hair as he looks at you with a concerned look on his face. “We aren’t in court right now, my love. You don’t have to pretend to be strong for me.”

You look at him with wide eyes brimming with tears, lips quivering as he once again reads your heart and mind effortlessly.

“You don’t have to pretend with me because I know you’re strong... but I also know that you too need someone to depend on.” His hands run over your back in a soothing gesture before bringing one of them to your chin and pulling your head up so you look at him. “And I’m always going to be here for you.”

Yes. That’s what you want. To have him here, right next to you, in your embrace, always and forever.

But again, doubt strikes at your heart, making you question what would happen if he were to get hurt tomorrow? How would you be able to move on from that and continue living, knowing that he gave up his life for you?

As if he could read your thoughts, he pulls back to look at you, wiping the stray tears from the corner of your eyes before smiling confidently at you.

“I know you are worried.” His hands stroke your hair in a calming manner and you lean into his warm touch, not wanting him to let go of you. “But let tonight be about us. Let it simply be about a man in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. Let us make our first time together a night to remember.”

He trails his hand down your back, undoing the ribbons holding your dress together in haste while his plush lips kiss the smooth skin of your neck, making you gasp. Once he has achieved his task, he pulls your dress down, moving his lips lower to suck harsh marks into your collarbone before he pulls at the thread of your chemise, letting it fall down to your waist. He lets out a soft groan at the sight of your bare skin, hand coming to fondle your breast as he leans his head down to suckle sweetly at the other.

You arch your back at the pleasure,foreign as it may be, eyes slipping shut as your hand travels to the base of his hair, tugging at the strands. Whether it is because you cannot take it or want more of it, you cannot not tell.

“Patience, my love.” He chuckles, leaning up to look at you before kissing you softly, hands resting on your waist as he turns you over to lay you on the mattress gently. “Be patient and you will be rewarded.”

“Patience never has been my strongest suit,” You reply cheekily, biting your lip as his hands pulled your dress and chemise down to your ankles then letting it fall to the floor beneath. “Hurry up, Yoongi.”

“You’re rather eager for this, aren’t you?” He teases, amused by your then irked expression as he easily avoids your attempt to hit him. He then grabs your hands and pinning them above your head while his lips curved to smirk at you. “Oh hush, I’m just teasing.”

He unbuttons his robe, shrugging it off his shoulders as he drops it carelessly on the floor and his shirt follows the same suit, revealing the soft, pale as snow skin that you want to cover in your marks.

You lick your lips at the sight, thighs clenching together as you eye his entire body, staring shamelessly at the straining bulge in his pants and swallow nervously. It is obvious that you want him, all of him, but you cannot help but be worried by the pain that you had briefly heard about.

“Are we moving too fast, my princess?” Yoongi immediately asks at the sight of your concerned expression, moving close to you and placing his palms on your cheeks.

“No, not at all.” You reply back hastily, placing your hand on top of his and bringing it to your lips as you press a kiss on the back of it. “There is no doubt in my mind that I want this… I’m just slightly afraid that it’ll hurt.”

He frowns for a while at your words, eyebrows furrowing as he wonders how to proceed with the situation before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“I cannot make any promises about the pain, but I can assure you of one thing,” He coos softly in your ear, kissing the length of your neck sweetly and easing your discomfort instantly. “I will do everything I can to make it feel good for you.”

You smile assuredly at his answer, drawing a sharp breath as his lips trail down the valley of your breasts before sucking harshly at one of them, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one.

“You are so beautiful like this,” He whispers hotly into your ear, fingers running over your abdomen before stroking your clothed core. “Writhing under my touch, begging for more of it.”

He pulls your underwear lower, leaving it around your knees as he spreads your legs enough for him to slip his middle finger past your dripping folds, eliciting a shocked cry from your mouth.

“Tell me, are you enjoying yourself? Does this make you feel good?” He lifts his head up to look at you, a smile easing onto his face as he sees your flustered expression, your red cheeks and your chest heaving so desperately for air.

You can’t seem to muster the energy to give him a coherent reply, lips quivering and wanton moans slipping past it as your eyes roll back into your head from the pleasure. Soon, he slips in another finger, pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace, making your back arch even more as he brings you to your peak for the first time.

His touch is precise and calculated as he explores your body for the first time, finding your sweet spots with ease and exploiting them as much as he can to make you feel good. He can tell he’s getting closer to bringing you to your heaven as your cries become louder and your thighs twitch under his touch.

With each cry of his name in your broken voice, he pushes his fingers in further, hitting you hard with ecstasy and you are more than happy to be drowned in its depravity.

“Are you close sweetheart?” He smirks at you, leaning down to softly bite at the crook of your neck. “Come for me, my love. Come for me and say my name.”

Your teeth dig into your lip as your eyes shut close, hands falling back to grip at the sheets, and you can feel the warmth about to dawn over you.

“Oh God, Yoongi!” You cry out endlessly, raising your hips up to allow him to thrust his fingers into you faster, and the heels of your feet dig into the mattress as you scream his name one last time before reaching the most sinful crescendo.

Once the heat has subsided, you lay your back against the mattress, chest heaving and forehead covered in a layer of sweat as you take short breaths to fill your lungs with the much needed oxygen. Still, you cannot tear your eyes off the lewd sight of Yoongi bringing his glistening fingers against his lips, licking your essence off of it as he smiles coyly at you.

“You taste truly delicious, my princess.” He chuckles, making your cheeks bloom a pretty shade of pink before kissing you once again. “Even better than my wildest fantasies.”

You allow yourself to be lost in the sweetness of his kiss until you feel something hard brush against your thigh and immediately realize how difficult it must have been for him to control himself. Timidly, you pull back to look at him with nervous eyes but his warm smile gently eases your worry.

“I want you, Yoongi.” You try sounding as confident as you can, drawing a look of surprise from him in response. “Please, I want all of you.”

Even behind your bold demeanor, he can tell with practiced ease that you are hesitant. However, he is also beyond happy to know that you care so much for his pleasure as well, for him. He kisses the top of your forehead before looking at you warmly, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am. I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life.”

At your words, he lifts himself off of you to shed the rest of his clothes before slowly gripping your thighs with his strong hands.

But instead of slipping it inside immediately, he rubs the length of his cock against your folds a few times, holding your thighs close together as he thrusts forward. You know that the friction you feel right now, when the tip of his cock rubs against your sensitive clit, is only a mere taste compared to the ecstasy that awaits you. Yet you feel as though you can come from this alone, his strong hands digging into the soft skin of your thighs as he holds them, pushing his cock between them and against your heated core.

Your fingers wrap around his shoulder when he slowly eases himself into you, the stretch slightly painful and uncomfortable yet you cannot find it in yourself to care when you hear a low groan dropping from his lips as your tight wet envelops all of his length. The sound of it is so raspy, so absolutely sinful that you can feel yourself getting wetter as your eyes fall shut.

“Are you alright, my love?” He asks with concern and you nod in response, your fingers carding through his hair as you pull him closer to kiss him.

Slowly, he begins to move his hips, moaning your name softly between low groans and you soon find an ache chasing the pain, making it that much more delectable. An ache that begged to feel more and more of him, to be filled up by him and to have him leave his mark on you, to claim you as his, forevermore.

“God, you feel so good around me!” He exclaims and your legs cross around his waist as you pull him in deeper, wanting him as close as possible.

“Yoongi,” You pant out his name, a moan slipping past your lips before you continue, “You can—oh god—you can go faster.”

Your permission is all he needed before he began to increase the speed of his thrusts, pushing himself even harder and deeper into you, making you whimper his name endlessly in your haze of pleasure.

“No matter what happens tomorrow,” He whispers in your ear, fingers digging into your skin to hold you in place as he filled you up to the hilt with his cock, “You are mine, as I am yours. I love you, now and forever.”

You nod furiously at his words, understanding the meaning behind them even through the delirium that cloud your thoughts, “I am all yours, just yours, Yoongi, I love you too, so so much.”

He can feel your walls clenching tighter around his cock just like how you can feel him throbbing harder and hotter inside you. You are both so close to release and his hands search for yours, interlocking his fingers with yours and gripping them tightly as his pace became more frenzied.

His lips press against yours, swallowing your whimpers, your moans and every bit of that sweet voice that came from your mouth until you finally let out an uninhibited cry of satisfaction, lips parting wordlessly and eyes squeezing shut as you came for the second time.

As your walls pulsate around him, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer either and joins you in your release, your name slipping past his lips as he groaned in pleasure. He falls on top of you, hand running through your silky locks to calm you through the aftershocks and you burrow yourself into the warmth of his chest, enjoying this moment of peace and serenity all that you can.

Eventually, he pulls himself out of you and lies down next you, hands wrapping around your smaller frame as he holds you close, tucking your head under his chin. His lips come to kiss the crown of your head fondly as he whispers sweet words of adoration to you, expressing as much of his love for you as he can in mere words.

Although you want this moment to last forever, you know what the first light of dawn brings with it and you also know that you must not be here when it begins. So, with great difficulty and remarkable willpower that you didn’t know you had, you tear yourself from his comforting embrace and put on your robes, ensuring that you straighten out your appearance so that no one questions your whereabouts when you return home.

“Y/N.” He calls your name just as you are about to leave and you turn around to look at him with teary eyes, your fear returning once again and leaving you trembling in place.

“I promise you,” He stands up to face you, wrapping his hands around you as he pulled you in for one last kiss before parting, “I will come back to you. I will return to you a victor and I will marry you.”

You cannot seem to form a reply as tears stream down your cheeks and you bite your lip to hold back your sobs before nodding. Though you want to run up to him, hug him and lose yourself in his warmth, you instead run back to your horses. As you race back to your palace, you can only hope and pray to the Almighty that he returns Yoongi to you alive at the very least, if not unharmed.

You are barely able to sleep through whatever was left of the night, even after taking the essence of nightshade advised to you by your sister to ease your heavy heart. The horrifying images of blood, gore and death that seem to color your thoughts do nothing to ease your paining heart, instead making your fear and anxiety a thousand times worse.

As the first few rays of sunlight filter through the window in your room, you decide to give up on any attempts of sleeping and get dressed while you waited for news of the war. Once you are bathed and clothed, you head to the prayer room, kneeling before the many idols of God as you prayed profusely for the love of your life. Praying for him to be returned to you because without him, you are hopelessly lost.

“A letter! A letter has come from the victor of the war!” The announcement echoes through the halls of the palace and you run towards the source of it, snatching the parchment from the exhausted messenger who came to deliver the message with haste.

Your heart skips a beat as you know that only Yoongi would send you a letter, his opponent never having met you or have any relation to your family. So, you rip the seal in haste, lips curving into a preemptive smile before you finally lay your eyes on the message and fall to the floor in despair, darkness flooding your senses as you collapse, body numb from the shock.

To the Princess and her Family,

It is my immense pleasure to inform you that the traitor and false king, Min Yoongi, has been slain in battle and has been punished for his treason against the crown.

The new King understands that you were betrothed to him before the war and wishes to wed you to untie the two houses and restore harmony to the nation. The King is allowing you to stay at your palace until he calls for you from the Royal Palace.

Long Live, the True Tudor King.

Written By: Admin Sangria

Edited By: @chimdeer, Admin Midnight & @ssconce

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