#The Rosé Ancient
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Scarlet red eyes peered outward from the shadows to study the situation of the weather. Rain. That was all it seemed to do in the East Forest these past few days. Rain seemed to be sporadic since the war a month ago, but they more common than usual. Cleansing was in order. For the past week, rain showers drenched the forest and made it hard to travel. Enough rain had fallen to cover Terios’ ankles and made it hard to tread through… especially with the occasional tree root that popped from the ground and tripped him. As a result of the showers, the Titan and golem sought shelter in the decaying ruins of a building. Thankfully the stone walls of the supposed building had crumbled on top of one another to form a roof.
Don’t think about it, he thought to himself with a tightness in his chest, it’s safe. It’s not the same rain. Just go!
A single paw reached out to touch the rain once more, flinching in reaction when the rain was safe and cool to the touch. As much as he loathed rain, colder showers were viewed just as awful. If the ebony hedgehog and his rock friend were to make it to the temple on the other side of the forest in time, then they needed to move.
“THIS-WEATHER-IS-HORRIBLE.” A monotonous voice was the first to speak from the painful silence.
“I know.”
“IT-WOULD-BE-HARD-TO-ROLL-THROUGH-THE-TERRANE.”
“I am aware, OMEGA.”
Another reason to not travel thought the rain: mobility would be too much of a hassle for OMEGA. His traveling companion had learned how to somersault across the field at various speeds the further they’ve ventured out. Terios didn’t complain, traveling was smoother without having to tuck the rock under his arm. There were other things the preoccupied Terios’ mind other than worry about OMEGA. If he was tasked to get the Chaos Crystal to the shrine, then he would do so from Blue’s wishes. As long as the journey went smoothly to each of the eight temples, then he could secure them in a safe location. The planet was out of balance, who knew what other forces out there would be looking for them… especially in its vulnerable state. As long as the Chaos Crystals stayed within Terios’ care (nestled in his messager bag), then there was not much to worry about.
“OUR-JOURNEY-TO-THE-EAST-FOREST-TEMPLE-WOULD-GO-QUICKER-IF-YOU-DONNED-YOUR-HOVER—“
“They’re at the ruins,” Terios grumbled to himself. “Those are to be used as a different time.”
The rock shifted awkwardly back and forth and hummed to himself in response. For a golem that was designed to assist warriors in sparring sessions, the golem was quite comfortable to be around with his soothing song. No one could deny that. The rain appeared to continue without a clear sign of stopping. It would be best to set up camp for the time being and wait it out for lighter rain. Besides, taking a moment to rest and eating a quick snack seemed like a pleasant idea to him the more he thought about it.
Terios released his breath and turned on his heel. “We’ll stop here for now. I’ll start a fi—“
“WHOA!”
Terios whipped his head and bared his fangs as he witnessed his companion roll down the incline of the ruin’s opening. Squeals of excitement came from the rock head as he rolled down the path quickly. Without hesitation, Terios retreated to collect his things. His bag was flung over his shoulder and his fingers dug into the neck of the staff as he lunged for it. It was better to be safe than be sorry for leaving the items in the open. Terios held in his breath has he bolted outward from the shelter, flinching only once from the cold rain coming in contact with his fur.
It is safe rain, kept moving!
Terios shook the droplets of rain from his head and continued to run. The amount of effort that was made to wipe the rain clear from Terios’ vision proved little support. The hedgehog stopped at the bottom of the hill and twitched his ears in every direction. The best that he could do was rely on sound and hoped that OMEGA was still amused from the little adventure. Ears angrily flicked back and forth to locate his lost friend in the horrid rain. It wasn’t until Terios had made his way to the bottom of the hill that he had heard a faint voice a few feet away.
“PICK-ME-UP!”
The ebony hedgehog broke into a light jog as he made his way to his comrade. When he had located OMEGA, Terios found him turned upside down and propped up along the side of a limestone marker propped up against the base of a tree.
“HOW-DARE-YOU! YOU-KICKED-ME!” The rock head screamed through the violent rain.
If looks could kill, Terios would be dead in an instant.
“It was done by accident!”
“I-AM-PRECIOUS-CARGO! YOU-DO-NOT-KICK-PRECIOUS-CARGO!”
The hedgehog shook his head with a sigh and knelt down to pick him up, but paused as soon as he was blinded by a shimmering light. Rather than listening to OMEGA’s bickering, Terios occupied himself with the stone’s peculiar markings in front of him. Hands quickly reached up to the marker to clear the growing flora on it. Terios could feel his heartbeat in his ears the more he cleared the shrubbery away. Through the moss he could make out a word: “Honor.” Hands continued to rip the plants off the front of the limestone to reveal not only a few words, but a message. Glowing cyan glyphs were chiseled into the limestone’s smooth front as ferns were pushed aside. As the shrine was cleared, Terios lowered his hands to read the glyphs with a frown and lowered eyes.
“To honor the lost souls that were taken during the Great Sacrifice:
Aero
Rosé
Strength
Blue
May the Titan guide their spirits to the light.”
It took Terios a minute to realize that he held his breath through the whole process. Releasing his shaken breath made him realize how much his body ached from exhaustion. As much as the Titan wished to remain strong in the subject, he found it harder and harder to keep his feeling in check. Emotional fatigue was visible in his eyes and quite present in his heart. Terios adjusted the strap of his satchel on his chest and gripped the staff to yank from the ground. He had had enough. Terios picked up the rock head from the ground and tucked him close to his person as he hiked back up the hill.
“It’s time to leave,” he croaked.
"I-DETECT-SADNESS-IN-YOUR-VOICE, TERIOS. ARE-YOU-SAD?"
"No."
"I-SUGGEST-WE-TALK-ABOUT-OUR-FEELINGS."
"No, thank you."
"I-WILL-GO-FIRST. I-FEEL-ENRAGED-BECAUSE-I-DO-NOT-HAVE-A-BODY."
“I know, OMEGA.”
It was going to be a long night.
#The Aftermath#Terios the Titan#OMEGA the golem#My AU#My art#Sonic Boom#Short Story#Shadow the Hedgehog#The Blue Ancient#Aero the Ancient#The Rosé Ancient#Strength the Ancient
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So, both Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire and the novelization of Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire both start with the same poem by Robert Frost.
That probably means something, right?
#Ghostbusters#Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire#Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire Spoilers#Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire#Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire Spoilers#as for who was the better ice-based villain once employed by an ancient evil king... weeellllll... Garraka was more believable to me#given the combo of powerful ghost with ice powers that can cause molecule stasis makes tanking 8 proton streams more believable#than any of the values given to Shimo when compared to Godzilla's Super Saiyan Rosé form... fan or otherwise...
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"Lost Riches" Event: Trade Treasure for Mini Seelie
〓Event Duration〓
2024/01/02 10:00:00 – 2024/01/15 03:59:59
〓Event Rewards〓
〓Eligibility〓
Adventure Rank 20 or above
Unlock any Statue of The Seven in Fontaine
〓Event Details〓
● During the event, check the treasure map within Ulman's Treasure Book. Follow the map to reach the area where the treasure is buried. Ulman will mark out one new area in this book each day, for a total of 6 treasure areas.
● Help the Treasure-Seeking Seelie absorb energy in various ways in the treasure area to help it restore vitality. For every 3 instances of elemental energy obtained, the Treasure-Seeking Seelie will indicate the whereabouts of the treasure once.
● Dig in a treasure area to find the treasure chest and claim the "Ancient Iron Coins" within.
● During the event, you can exchange "Ancient Iron Coins" for materials in the Event Shop. After the event ends, your remaining "Ancient Iron Coins" will disappear.
※ Upon completing Area 6, the Event Shop will open for the redemption of "Mini Seelie: Brilliance," "Mini Seelie: Moss," "Mini Seelie: Viola," "Mini Seelie: Dayflower," "Mini Seelie: Rosé," and "Mini Seelie: Curcuma." During this event, Travelers may only exchange for one type, after which the remaining five will no longer be available. Each Mini Seelie can only be obtained once.
#genshin impact#genshin impact updates#genshin impact news#official#events#that rewards image is so blurry but it's like that on hoyolab so. not my fault this time
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An Introduction To Wine for Dionysians
A photo from my wine class, the pink being my Chambourcin and Sangiovese rosés.
[ID: An image of two wine glasses on a stainless steel table. The first glass, closer to the observer, is bright pink. The second glass, to the right of the pink one is a salmon colour and slightly blurry.]
THIS POST IS SLIGHTLY BASIC, IN MY OPINION. It’s not exactly hard to research wine, especially now that the industry is beginning to have new winemakers such as myself. But this is my job and passion, so I thought it may be useful in the end. Especially for us Dionysians, most who never engage in the winemaking process—which is fine, but it does offer a more intimate knowledge of his realms. So as a winemaker myself, I want to share the wonders of winemaking with others. This post is meant to be a quick introduction to wine from a viticulturist and enologist.
SOME TERMINOLOGY
Entering the world of wine does require a basic understanding of some jargon. To make it easy, I have listed some common terms:
Anthocyanins — the red-purple colour compound in red grapes
Bret — short for Bretannomyces, this is an endemic yeast to Europe and often a pest in wineries. This yeast creates leather, hide, barnyard, etc., flavours and aromas in wine. This is often desirable in small amounts in certain styles, but can quickly overpower a wine.
Fault — an issue with the wine, typically in flavour, aroma, colour, or taste. Faults are subjective and sometimes may be beneficial. A key part of wine sensory analysis is tasting faults.
Macerate — a process in which colour and flavour is leached from the skins of the grape. This is most common in reds and is aided by ethanol.
Noble Rot — a form of Botrytis Cinerea that is beneficial within the wine process to make sweet wines.
Press — a winemaking device that extracts juices from grapes to make wine
Terroir — the characteristic taste and flavor imparted to a wine by the environment in which it is produced.
Vintage — the year the grapes were harvested and are typically fermented in the same year, however, this is not always the case.
ANCIENT, OLD WORLD, AND NEW WORLD
The wine world has often been divided into “old world” and “new world”, but I have personally taken a liking to the classification of some wine regions as ancient world wine regions. These regions would be Georgia, Armenia, Assyrian lands, Greece, some parts of Italy, and more. Ancient winemaking is well, winemaking in regions that have continuously made wine with the same or similar techniques over thousands of years. An ancient wine that I always recommend to Dionysians is Retsina.
Old world wine is essentially European wine. While this term has its issues, it is the one that the wine industry understands. Europe has been making wine for hundreds of years, thousands in some regions. Old world wine is known for the less fruity, more aged styles, along with producing table wine. These wines also tend to be oaked, in which the wood imparts flavours into the wine which is dependent on the type of wood used. Bret is also common in the old world, which is often a hit or miss with consumers.
New world wine is wine made in wine regions that are relatively new, associated with more scientific approaches to wine. Another way to look at it is wine regions that are or were colonies of Europe, though a few new world wine regions do not have this history. New world wine is often associated with brightness, fruity flavours, higher alcohol levels, etc.
Simply put:
Ancient — regions such as the Fertile Crescent, Palestine, Assyrian lands, Greece, parts of Italy, etc.,
Old — Europe, including wine regions more similar to the new world such as Slovakia
New — Generally colonised countries, the largest example being the United States.
TYPES OF WINE
Most people grasp the basics: white wine comes from white grapes and red wine comes from red grapes. However, of course, it gets more complicated from here. To list it simply:
White wine is wine made from white grapes that are removed from the skins.
Red wine is made from red grapes left to macerate on the skins.
Orange wine is made from white grapes left to macerate on the skins.
Rose is made from red wines removed from the skins.
Pink wines are wines made through blending white and red wine, considered of lesser craftsmanship than a rose by most winemakers
Commercial wines are typically whites, reds, and rose/pink. Orange wines are seldom found outside of Slovenia and Georgia due to tradition. Overall, the wine world considers orange wine strange, however the market has been increasing in recent years.
Wine is also a term applied to fruit wines (fruit other than grapes). Legally in most regions, wine can only be applied to fermented grapes—though of course, nobody listens to that. Essentially, I like to phrase wine as anything made from fermented fruits, roots, and tree-sugars. Cider is technically wine, but this is defined in the USA by tax brackets—below 8% ABV is a cider, over is an apple fermented product/wine.
WINE STYLES
To put it simply: there are thousands of wine styles. I cannot summarise them here, however I will try to summarise some of the common styles I know of.. ‘Old world’ and ‘new world’ are also considered broad styles.
Dessert Wines
Dessert wine as a term is dependent on location, as in the USA it is any wine over 14% ABV. In the UK, it is often classified as a sweet wine drunk before a meal. It is also usd colloquially for sweet, high-alcohol wines that are drunk with dessert. A bit of a meaningless term, but it is used regardless.
Sweet Wines
Sweet wines are wines that have residual sugar from fermentation. Most wines are finished dry, which is when the yeast consumes most to all available sugars and converts them into ethanol. This can be intentional or the result of a stuck or dead fermentation. Sweet wines are known for getting people drunk quickly and giving a particularly nasty headache.
Table Wine
Table wine is perfectly named, as these are common wines that are meant to appear at the dinner table and be paired with food. Italy is famous for creating popular table wines such as Chianti and Prosecco. The table wine market is however slowly dying. I personally liken table wines to Dionysus Hestios.
Straw wine
Straw wine is wine made from grapes that have been dried. This makes very sweet wines due to the lack of water.
Rot wines
Rot wines, also called Noble Rot wines, are a unique form of sweet wines created by noble rot. In viticulture, botrytis is a fungus that often ruins clusters by mummifying grape clusters. In the right conditions however, it instead only takes the water content in a grape berry over a series of days before perishing. Rot wines often occur near rivers, lakes, and other regions with mist and then scorching sun. This fascinating process creates natural sweet wines—many of which demand high price points, such as sauternes that are priced at over one thousand euros. Another form of rot wine I enjoy is Slovak tokaji.
In my personal practice, these wines hold a special spot due to my focus on divine rot. Dionysus wise, I think these wines possess such a unique quality of him—they are dead yet not, and Dionysus may be found in the marshes where rot blooms.
Sparkling Wine
Often known as champagne, sparkling wine is wine that when opened/poured will fizz with carbon dioxide bubbles. This is usually due to secondary fermentation, in which yeast are inoculated to ferment trace amounts of sugar to create the carbonation that appears when you open the bottle. Sparkling wine can only be labelled champagne if it is from Champagne, France. With the climate crisis however, champagne may disappear and Southern England has been contending to become the next major sparkling wine region.
There are lesser quality sparkling wines made by injecting carbonation into the metal wine vats. This is common with sparkling juices that are not fermented.
Fortified Wines
When you think of Port, that is a fortified wine. These wines are mixed in with ethanol, typically spirits, to increase the alcohol content of the wines. This makes them less likely to spoil and creates a unique flavour profile.
Some traditional fortified wines are Port, Sherry,
Cooking Wines
These are wines that are not typically used for drinking, but rather feature as a culinary ingredient. This does not mean low quality however, as some cooking wines such madeira can fetch a very high price point.
BARRELS
Barrels are enchanting. Even if I see them daily, there is a bit of romance to working with them. Wines are put in barrels for storage and for flavour. The most common wood used in wine are oaks, with French oak (Quercus robur) and American oak (Quercus alba) being the most common and stylistic. Barrels are a core aspect of traditionally ageing wine, as the barrel allows enough oxygen into the liquid to be beneficial. For those who do not know, oxygen degrades wine over time. This is why cheaper wines quickly turn bad, as they were not designed to age.
The flavour-changing profile of wood-contact on wine works through phenols and other compounds interacting with the oak, creating vanilla flavours. For other woods, a similar process occurs, such as Pine creating a pinewood taste, chestnut increasing the perception of sweetness, etc. Research is being continued on alternative woods in winemaking.
Barreling is not the only source of flavour profile in wine. Wines gain their flavour from three sources. This is simply:
Primary: flavours derived from the grape
Secondary: flavours derived from yeast. Yeast often create secondary flavour compounds, such as floral, herbal, spicy, etc notes.
Tertiary: barrel and ageing flavour.
When doing wine tastings, these are excellent factors to begin wine analysis. Deciphering these notes allows one to build a palette and understand more of the expanses of vinification.
GRAPE CULTIVARS
Grape cultivars, also called varietals, are what impart unique flavours into a wine at the primary level. Each cultivar gives its own unique flavour profile. The most commonly planted grapes are the noble varieties, which were prized by French nobility—these being grapes such as Chardonnay and Sauvignon blanc.
Grape cultivars can change their profile depending on where they are grown, called terroir. As an example, a French Cabernet Sauvignon is completely different from a Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon. Terroir encompasses soil, weather patterns, climate, etc. Another example is that wines made in years of heavy wildfires often taste smoky and Australian wines taste burnt due to the extreme sun exposure.
Profit and market trends have caused lesser known and cultural grapes in many places to become extinct or endangered. There are movements and efforts to preserve these cultural vines and many wine drinkers are interested in the unique experiences rare cultivars can provide.
Cultivars also often have regional and cultural significance. The Bacchus grape has been found to grow excellently in southern England, Agiorgitiko is the most common Greek red grape, Sangiovese is the grape for Tuscan Chianti, etc. In the new world, Grape cultivars often take on new significance, such as Sauvignon Blanc in New Zealand. As obscure grapevines become more popular, regional and forgotten grape varieties have been reappearing.
Hybrid vines, which are some of my favourite, are the result of viticultural science. These are vines bred to exhibit certain traits, whether as a ‘find out’ project or specially designed for certain wine regions. These are often called French-American hybrids, however hybrids are also being produced in Korea, Slovakia, and other countries. One of the most commonly planted hybrids is Chambourcin, called ‘king of the hybrid reds’, due to its striking fuschia red or barbie pink rose and desirable flavour profile. I have made a post over these hybrids before and they are readily searchable for anyone interested.
There are thousands of cultivars and new cultivars are created each year. The world of wine is ever expansive when it comes to grapevines, just as Dionysus always brings something new. There is always something new to try, or a new spin on something familiar. Yet when we crave a taste of something familiar, traditional varieties and vintages are around to return to. Wine is both new and old, alive and dead, familiar and yet ever-changing.
HOW TO BEGIN IN WINE
Beginning in wine is as simple as buying wine. Advancing understanding then comes through sensory analysis, experimentation, trying new and different wines, historical research, and much more. I doubt most people will be like myself, who decided to get an associates degree in winemaking and make it my secondary career. Honestly, it’s much more fun as a hobby than a job.
I recommend experiencing the differences between reds and whites, along with sampling table wines with and without food. Picking out grape varietals is also fun, but may be subtle. As an example, a sauvignon blanc is immediately recognisable for its bellpepper note, but I have developed the skill to taste the general region where sauvignon blanc was grown (it is my favourite white wine grape).
I have touched upon sensory analysis and terminology with it, such as palette and body, but I will reserve that for another post. Trying wine and research is the best way to begin—and there is no such thing as beginner wine in my opinion. There are wines that are harsh, different, and likely undesirable to someone who is used to sweet juice and unchallenging sweet drinks, however I believe it limits a wine explorer when you limit yourself to “beginner wines”. Finding that brings you joy matters most, whether that is a classic sweet wine or mouth-punching red. And pour some out for Dionysus, the sweet lord of the eternal winepress.
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References
Bird, D. (2011). Understanding Wine Technology, 3rd Edition: The Science of Wine Explained. Board and Bench Publishing.
Puckette, M., & Hammack, J. (2018). Wine Folly: Magnum Edition: The Master Guide. Penguin UK.
Wilson, J. (2019). Godforsaken grapes: A slightly tipsy journey through the world of strange, obscure, and ... underappreciated wine. HARRY N ABRAMS.
Wine microbiology. (2007). In Springer eBooks. https://doi.org/10.1007/978-0-387-33349-6
#vīnum#dragonis.txt#witchcraft#paganism#hellenic polytheism#witchblr#dionysus deity#pagan#dionysus worship#hellenic polytheist#helpol#hellenic paganism
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Two’s company, three’s a family - Part six
Summary : As a cupid, an angel of love, your mission was to make sure everyone was paired up with the right person. Yet you couldn’t get your two most ancient clients to finally end up together. And despite the 6,000 years spent on the case, you couldn’t bring yourself to give them up, oblivious to the reason…
Pairing : Aziraphale x Crowley / GN!Reader x Crowley / GN!Reader x Aziraphale (polyamorous relationship).
Parts : First - Previous - Next
Masterlist : Here
Warnings : foul language, car accident, broken bones, hurt Bentley, anxiety, nauseous reader, violent scene start at the ◇ (physical aggression, choking, non-con touching, death threat, withdrawal depiction) angst, slow burn, english isn’t my first language.
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The night slowly fell on the tired English countryside. The sweet and warm temperature gently subsided to a more chilly atmosphere. Curled up against the right door, you slowly exhaled hot air against the window and drew a little heart among the mist. You smiled at your corniness.
"Hey ! You better not leave fingertips all over the window !" Crowley snarled in the front seat. The connection he seems to have with his car is almost frightening.
"Just focus on the road, and let me worry about entertaining your poor little bored car." You stuck out your tongue at him.
"Bored ? Alive, you mean ! If I left you and the Bentley alone, Hell knows how I would find the both of you."
"Aww, me as well ?" You cajoled in a fake-sweet tone.
"Sure, I couldn't do anything to you if you were already broken down to smithereens." He joked darkly, glancing your way and baring his teeth.
You gasped loudly and put your hand on your chest.
"You wouldn't dare..."
Aziraphale chuckled lightly and shook his head. He kept looking around outside, as if waiting for the anti-Christ to pop out of nowhere.
"I could and I would, sweetheart." The demon boasted with his raspy voice, now focusing on the road.
You laughed breathlessly in disbelief, already coming up with a comeback. However, a sudden wave of unexpected smell appeared to your little nose.
"Woah..." You inhaled loudly, enjoying the smell. Gosebumps pigmented the exposed skin of your left arm. It wasn't the first one, but it has never been so strong. You straightened up and scooted over to Aziraphale.
"Did you feel that ?" Not only do other angels not smell emotions, but love has a very specific flavour for everyone. Well, maybe it was generic for every cupid, but you never dared to ask.
"Yes, there's a very peculiar feeling to this whole area."
"Really ? I didn't notice anything in particular." Crowley shrugged.
"I'm astonished you can't feel it."
"I don't feel anything out of the ordinary." He insisted, dismissing your whole debate.
Aziraphale obviously didn't understand the feeling right away, so you just have to play dumb until then. Your eyes catch a glimpse of a silhouette in the forest. Probably a deer or another big animal.
"Mmh..-"
"Love !" Aziraphale exclaimed joyfully. Your ears peaked at the familiarity of the word, while pink coloured the thin skin. Your nostrils flared, and you caught the distinct smell of macarons and rosé. Crowley was as flustered as you were apparently.
"Flashes of love" He turned your way for confirmation, nodding quickly. You mimicked his movements before gazing back into the dark. The deer you remember shouldn’t technically be capable of producing any light...
"Guys-" You started urgently, clueing yourself to the window, trying to see if what you saw was human.
"You're being ridiculous." Crowley claimed through gritted teeth. You moved back to the middle when you couldn't see the light anymore.
"The last thing we need right now is..."
Crowley's reflection was cut short as the Bentley got hit by someone. The force of the shock made the whole structure tremble. You desperately hung yourself on Aziraphale's seat and the angel himself. Crowley's hand smacked to the left dashboard in front of the two of you in a reflex. Nobody moved for a few seconds.
"You hit someone." The angel observed, fixed.
"No, I didn't. Someone hit me." Crowley defended himself, looking over your way. You grabbed Aziraphale's shoulder and pulled yourself up.
"Let's see." You said your face was sombre.
The night was fully settled now; it was really hard to see anything. The leaves crunched under your feet as you felt Aziraphale join you. The angel then snapped his finger to identify the groaning form.
"Let there be light."
Your eyes squinted at the sudden light. Mmph. The animal you thought you saw was actually a young woman and a poor, injured bicycle. She was alive, proven by the complaints she made, so that was a relief. Alive and conscious, mind you.
"How the hell did you do that ?" She groaned, though she couldn't move. You looked over at Crowley with a clenched jaw. He looked at you in a lighthearted way before snapping the light away. The Bentley shone with a single headlight and looked quite banged up.
"I think I hit my head..." The weak voice called you back, and you hurried yourself towards the poor thing. You squatted down and looked over for any injuries. And apparently, everyone around the world seems to have very fragile wrists. You saw Aziraphale follow your lead and check if her legs got hurt too. Gently, you caressed the broken bones away.
"There are no broken bones." You whispered to hide the cracking bones. You shared a look with Aziraphale, who simply smiled, assuring you that's everything you needed to heal. As for Crowley, he carefully rotated around his car, fixing the broken headlight and popping the metal back into place. Slowly, she got up, resting against you for support.
"My bike," she croaked. Aziraphale went to get the bike and winced at its state. He miraculed it bettter and rolled it to her.
"Amazingly resilient, these old machines." You wondered if he was actually able to charm humans too. Or at least he tried, because the girl was nothing but wary as she put her glasses back on her nose.
"Where do you need to go ?" He asked nicely. You offered her a smile, which did nothing to comfort her either.
"No, no, we're not giving her a lift." Crowley interjected rudely. He wasn't very keen on letting strangers into his precious Bentley. You glared at him to encourage him to be more pleasant.
"Out of the question." He didn't back down but preferred to turn his attention towards Aziraphale. "There's nowhere to put the bike."
"Except for the bike rack." He stated it matter-of-factly. At the same time, you heard metal forming at the back of a car. You flashed the demon a satisfied smile.
"Ah, silly you..."
Crowley just mockingly smiled at you before rolling his eyes.
"Do get in, my dear." Aziraphale smiled sweetly at her, ignoring Crowley. Who held the door open for her, surprisingly. He silently insisted that she should settle on the left side, behind Aziraphale. That is why, now, you could smell how tense he was since you were right behind his seat. He probably didn't want someone he didn't know behind him. But you sure hope it doesn't rub off on you.
The young woman was like a frightened little animal, looking around the car, which behaved for once (until it started to blast Bicycle Race on the way), and she recently started to shoot cautionary glances towards you. You could understand, you were the closest after all. And since she started, you have seen Aziraphale look regularly in the rear mirror in your direction. You sighed, trying to focus on the music playing and observing the woman in the corner of your eye.
Her dress made you curious; not a lot of people dress this way nowadays. Her hairstyle amused you too; you had to restrain yourself from buzzing her hair bun. You smirked at the thought.
"Listen, my bike didn't have gears." She suddenly spoke up, her accent thick. It didn't bother you that much; you were just more used to fancy British accents. You violently crunched your nose at the smell of star anise. A small giggle tried to escape your lips at the angel's embarrassment.
"I know my back didn't have gears." She insisted. You decided to tease Aziraphale just a little bit.
"Oh, really ? How odd..." You fakely wondered. The silence was so loud when the angel slightly turned his head, not pleased at all by your amazing sense of humor.
"Oh Lord, heal this bike.." Crowley joined silently. You looked at him in the mirror, and you shared an amused look. Aziraphale tsked quietly before whispering.
"I got carried away."
"Oh, you can drop me off here." She pressed, scooting away from you. Crowley huffed while pulling over and rolled his eyes. Once the motor stopped, she almost bolted out of the car. You still got out too, just to make sure she was alright. Aziraphale was already outside, taking the bike down.
"And look, no gears." He smiled, dropping the bicycle against the gate. The young woman looked so confused, and you inhaled the sugary custard smell. "Just a perfectly normal velocipede."
"Bicycle." Crowley corrected; he was growing impatient by the second. Aziraphale was still tensed, and you were still guilty. But she seemed okay...
"Can we get on, angel ?" Aziraphale nodded in agreement and left the woman with a small good-bye. You still stood there, worried for her, scratching your arm.
"C'mon, get in, sweetheart." His voice had softened, and it comforted you. You stroked your arm to soothe the itching skin. The young American didn't smell so scared anymore. You bowed your head goodnight and joined them in your backseat.
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"I swear, Americans are so confusing." Crowley mumbled.
"You liked America." Aziraphale tried to cajole.
"No, I liked their messed-up crossroads." He smirked. Crowley truly had a weird thing for car-related matters. You were now sitting against the right door, watching through the opposite window. Yes, your feet were on the leather, and yes, your shoes were clean. However, it never seemed to bother the demon, even when you lied down.
Aziraphale looked back at you for support against his cynicism. You laughed lightheartedly, and the angel did the same. You really loved his smile, how his cheekbones would take on a redish colour, and how squizable they looked.
Wholesome moments like those made you forget that Love was disappearing from the world. However, humans always had a way to remind you of these kinds of things.
"Rah, come on... How bad can you drive ?" Crowley exclaimed.
"Oh dear..."
It was a car crash; it didn't look deadly and didn't seem to have any casualties. But... the air suddenly felt heavy, and the taste of blood seeped through your taste buds. You knew what followed next, and you were not quick enough to protect yourself from the smell—the smell of corpses and mold. It clawed at your throat, pulling at the darkest part of your soul.
Hate.
You gagged on nothing. Yet you couldn’t pull away from the sight. Not out of morbid curiosity, but because your eyes and your heart caught a glimpse of the thing you feared the most.
You thought they weren't supposed to rise yet...
Your breath hitched in your lungs, your heart sinking, down, down your chest. No, fuck, no. Your hands latched onto the fabric of your pants. Among the car debris and shattered glass stood the root of your broken heart. His hair is still grey, and his eyes are still as piercing as a hawk. And he stared right at you with those very eyes. And she smiled with that wicked look. And... moved your way.
"Please, please, let's get out of here." You didn't even recognise your own choking voice.
"Y/N ?" Aziraphale was worried and tried to see what horrified you so much. You couldn't focus on his voice.
Suddenly, your heart compressed violently, and your legs tensed up, ready to sprint back to heaven. With cold sweat and tremors rocking your entire body, you felt utterly empty. Your blood boiled right underneath the surface, ready to explode from the inside. And yet you felt... nothing. And that scared you more than seeing him could ever do. You needed love. You had to go back to heaven. You couldn't wait any longer.
"Y/N ? What's happening?" Aziraphale asked louder.
"I-I guess... it's just stress. Plus, I'm, uh... I'm hungry !"
"Oh, Satan, don't scare me like that." Crowley sighed, rubbing a hand on his face.
You laughed nervously. You couldn't stop looking back at the scene. But he wasn't there anymore. The skin on your chest stretched, seeking something you would never find anywhere again. A bound you will never have. You rested your head on the cold window.
"Let's stop somewhere." The angel suggested watching over you with sad eyes. You felt a protective force envelop you—a guardian angel's power.
"That'd be great; thank you." You were so grateful to have him. Well, both of them.
Luckily, a small dinner was open at such late hours, allowing you to replace the emptiness with food. More precisely, a sandwich, while Aziraphale preferred something sweeter. You felt a little better, but you still had to take some deep breaths from time to time. The atmosphere wasn't very light, as you could smell the snowy nights on both of them, clearly worried about their lack of trail. So eventually the topic was brought back again.
"Mmh... You know, we might get another human to find him." Aziraphale started first, still munching on his little cake.
Crowley, still focused on both of your foods, didn't register immediately. You always wondered why he didn't buy any dishes too if he was so transcended on how much food you two ate.
"What ?" he asked, deadpan.
"Humans are good at finding other humans. They've been doing it for thousands of years." Aziraphale stated.
"True, plus, the child is partly human. They might be able to sense him." You agreed, biting a chuck of your bread and ham.
"He's the Antichrist. He's got an automatic defence thingy." Azirphale hummed at that. "Suspicion slies off him like... whatever it is water slides off." He waved off.
"Rocks ?" You offered.
"No, not rocks..."
"Got any better ideas ? Or one single, better idea?" The sarcasm was strong in this one. You shook your head with a laugh. You couldn't see Crowley's eyes, but you knew he was nearing exasperation. Aziraphale simply wiped his lips with a napkin once he was finished. You swallowed the last bite, feeling a little bit better.
"Maybe we should head back..." You stretched your right shoulder and got up.
"You sure ?" Crowley asked. You simply hummed and had already made your way to the car. The reflection of the glass door shows you the shared look on Aziraphale and Crowley's faces. Your heart still ached, and your arm still burned. Your need for love—well, your addiction—was growing more and more hurtful by the minute.
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Mind clouded by a heavy fog, you lied on the backseat, not sure how long the drive was. You had dazed off the conversation, only hearing a ringing sound. It was frustrating, but you held on to it. You held on to any emotions now, to any remaining Love. You didn't know you would react so strongly; maybe it was due to your trip to that Tadfield village, but it was like the withdrawal was ten times stronger than expected.
You groaned as nausea overtook you once more. Turning over to face the road, you felt your right arm fall down, not touching the floor. Eyes closed, to minimise the gagging, you felt something touch your hand. In your state, you couldn't help but flinch away from the touch. But when you opened your eyes, you simply saw your hand first. As your vision lost its blur, you recognised the pale skin of Aziraphale's own hand. It stopped moving the moment you flinched but remained reached out. You felt your heartbeat heat up, your lips twitching in a shy smile. You took his offered hand in your own, caressing his soft fingers.
You hummed softly, enjoying the new-found heat. Things got even better when you saw Crowley's movements through your half-opened eyes. His hand settled down on your upper-arm and gently pat it up and down with care. Your scarred arm... But you weren't scared. And taht actually surprised you. A demon was once again touching your arm, and yet you knew he wouldn't hurt you. Neither of them would. And being certain of this made you feel so good. So secure. Even... Heh. No. Not loved. Maybe appreciated at best. Still, you basked in their affection, taking in every sensation the moment had to offer.
They continued to talk, and you continued to not listen to a single thing they said. Suddenly, you thought of something and couldn't help but giggle in a sleepy tone. Darting your eyes up, you saw Aziraphale's arched brow and curious smile.
"Ducks..."
"What about ducks ?" Aziraphale asked, ever so confused.
"They're what water slides off..." You giggled once more.
"Oh, that's right !" Crowley exclaimed as he put his hands back on the wheel.
"Just drive the car, please." The angel laughed, even if he tried to hide it.
Finally, you three entered the city. You let go of Aziraphale's hand and slowly sat up. Yeah, you still wanted to barf, though. Thankfully, you saw Crowley outside, ready to help you out of the Bentley. The door opened, but you felt something hit your foot on the car floor.
"You know, if you lined up everyone in the whole world and asked them to describe the Velvet Underground, nobody at all would say 'bepop'" You heard the demon nagging at the angel. The thing was a book, apparently about prophecies. Maybe Aziraphale would know what it was about.
"Say," you started while accepting Crowley's help. "Does it belong to any of you?"
"Nah, I don't read books." The red hair dismissed. He had crossed his arms on the roof and passed the book to Aziraphale as you handed it to him.
"It has to belong to the young lady you hit with the car." He scolded. He inspected the book, and the title immediately reminded him of something.
"I'm in enough trouble as it is. I'm not going to start returning lost property. That's what your lot do." Crowley huffed. You had to agree with him; you had your fair share of trouble too.
"We can always send it back to the Tadfield post office addressed to a witchy American woman." You jested through the dizziness. However, Aziraphale's reaction seemed quite disproportionate. Don't get me wrong; you would have loved to smell such jubilation if you were in a good mood. But now, the mix of lime and ladyfingers was kind of sickening.
"Oh ! Mh.. yes, jolly good ! Rather.."
"What is it ?" You asked in a more rude tone than you intended, but your temples were killing you, and no amount of massage could make it better.
"Just... mh..."
"Should we both contact our respective human operatives, then ?" Crowley was as disoriented as you, visibly worried and intrigued.
"All right." The angel was already walking away, crossing the slippery road to the other side, almost falling down.
"Are you alright ?"
"Perfectly yes. Uh, tip top !" Crowley and you comically followed the angel's movement. You would have laughed if it didn't mean feeling like you're dying from drowning.
"Absolutely tickety-boo !" He exclaimed finally, closing the door in a loud noise.
"Tickety-boo ?"
Crowley's question was directed to you, but you couldn't answer. That's it; you were going to pass out in any minute now.
"Y/N ?"
Sorry, Crowley, but if I open my mouth right now, you will strongly regret it.
"Do you want a lift?" His nonchalant tone sounded like a sham, but his hand on yours felt so genuine. You nodded, looking probably more grey than usual.
"Okay..."
Thankfully, you were able to settle down on your own easily. Maybe too easily, the Bentley propably pulled the seat out a little bit more than usual. Crowley drove as slowly as he could bear to your house in Brentford and helped you out to your doorstep.
"What's going on, Y/N ?"
Your pleading eyes met his own, yellow and troubled, darkened by his sunglasses. The last thing you wanted was to worry them, especially if it kept them apart. You sighed and looked away. Crowley would have probably followed Aziraphale into the bookshop to plan what they would do next. And now there he was, helping your addict ass, while Aziraphale had to do everything on his own. Oh, you were just a burden, weren't you ? But, oh, when he pleaded with such eyes, how could you want to keep secrets ?
"It's nothing, Crowley, just stress. But... It's true that... Heaven has been calling me back for the war." The demon tensed up, but let you continue. "And just... the simple thought of fighting you... i-it's hard." You teared up through your embarrassment. Emotions were spilled out on their own.
"We won't have to fight the war." He stated.
"Mmph, sure."
"No, we don't have to." Crowley articulated, grabbing your shoulders tightly. "If we can't prevent Armaggedon, there's no way in hell I'm going to stand there and watch the earth blow up." He growled.
"I... I can't just run away like you. I couldn't..." You choked on your own breath.
"But why, Y/N ?" His hands fell back beside his legs.
"I'm going to rest; I'll see you tomorrow, I promise." You hurried to slip into your house, desperately trying to flee the conversation. It took some minutes before you heard the red-haired man sigh and make his way back to his car. Hear still pressed against the wood of the door; you didn't notice Eden walking up to you. You gasped loudly, your hand flying to your bomb-like heart.
"Oh, hi baby..." You patted her head before freezing for an instant. Will she become aggressive now that love is evaporating from Earth? However, all she did was lick your hand and moo when you didn't pet her. You were surprised, but so relieved. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and you fell on your knees, hugging her. You rubbed your face on her soft fur; the texture relaxed your nerves.
Once you calmed down, you led your mini-cow back to her half of the house, which was basically a huge valley—a generous gift from Crowley. You fed her a big bucket of alfalfa, and she mooed in pure happiness.
...
Armaggedon means Eden's wouldn't be there anymore... It means nothing will remain. You had to hide her somewhere safe, where she would continue to be happy and eat grass all day. But what would happen if you did have to fight in the war ? What would become of Aziraphale, you, and Crowley ?
Would you lose them too ?
Not ready to face the harsh truth of your world, you kissed your baby's forehead and left her to her blissful ignorance.
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The house was quiet, disturbed by the endless roaming and faint sounds of the wind. You couldn't sleep; you couldn’t get your head out of your thoughts. Where is that damn anti-Christ ? Where would Eden be the safest ? What was he doing here ? The last thing you wanted was to think of him; you always felt like you were about to faint. Or die on the spot. The white light of the moon shone through your living room, where he finally sat. You held your head in your hands, trying to hang your worries out of your brain.
You were just tired, and even if you knew sleep would certainly stand you up, you still wanted to try. The corridor was cold. Well, it could be cold, but it shouldn't be that cold. You felt the hair on your body bristle, and you realised something. Staring into the dark ahead of you, you knew there was someone there. And they stinked. A mix of anger, fear, jealousy, and hate. Imagine smelling naga viper, ice, moisture, burned meat, wine, corpses, and mold all together in one single wave. Someone was sending it to you. Stealthy, you tried to escape.
It wouldn't be him... It couldn't be him...
It was, sadly, a vain attempt. The thing jumped at you and pinned you down by the throat. It was choking you, stealing every breath you tried to take. Love was being sucked right out of your heart. You fought the creature, beating, biting, and clawing any skin you could reach. The green flesh was slimy, like hot bread dough trickling against your palms. You were growing weaker, and nothing you did helped. The creature suddenly showed you who he was.
Him...
"Y-Ystran..." You gagged.
Your chest swelled up, stirring your heart out to grab him. There he was. The one you were meant to be with Your bounded. Ystran, a hate demon. Your scarred arm burned and spasmed in recognition of its attacker. His lanky form overshadowed yours as he lowered towards your neck, his sharp teeth ready to bite off your throat. You whimpered and cowardly walked away from his touch.
"Hello there, Y/N... it's been so long..." he muttered. His voice was similar to the cold wind of an autumnal fog, where you could get lost in a matter of seconds. You didn't want him to touch you or be anywhere near you. Thankfully, he let go of your throat and instead slammed his decaying hand right into your stuttered heart. You screamed at the pain. It weighed too much, like dropping a thousand rocks on your chest; the pressure was killing you.
"Aw, it hurts, doesn't it ? You never thought someone you trusted so much would destroy you this way." Ystran mocked you, sniffing your neck to enjoy the sweet terror he brought you. His dry and long grey hair tickled your sore throat, and you considered pulling on it as hard as you could. Then, his hands started to slowly creep up on your chest, groping your flesh to get to your heart. You growled.
"Get your fucking hands off me !"
"But why..? You're mine, did you forget that ?" He licked your neck with his filthy, raspy, feline-like tongue, grazing his teeth on your fragile skin. The corners of his mouth stuck together, so that when they parted, the skin of his lips would strech too, with the most disgusting sound.
Alright stomach, if you wanted to barf, it's the moment.
You kicked him hysterically, wailing and yelling. "Let go of me ! Don't fucking touch me, you damn psychopath !" You charged a heart-shock wave and attacked your body.
Despite how much he tried, he couldn't hold on to you, even if your attack was weak. You dashed towards Eden's room to lock yourself in, but Ystran was quicker. He jumped at your legs and started punching your stomach.
"No, no, you're not cutting me out this time." Your heart tattled while he climbed on top of you, his flabby legs locking on your own. His hands grabbed your wrists and held them above your head. You coughed and spit at his face, but all he did was gently caress your damaged arm.
"Oh, I'm so glad you still carry such a tender memory of me..." His twisted smile repulsed you, and you tried to free yourself, to no avail. "I'm always with you, in a way."
You were dizzy. Ystran had kept draining your love and life force with a sadistic lust. Tremors racked up your body, and black silhouettes wobbled in the corner of your eye. And you craved and yearned for love. You tried to moisten your dried lips, tasting the air for a fragment of your desperately needed drug. Heaven called you, the bound was untied, and love remained solely in Paradise or in the minds of mad men.
"Oh geez... How could I have overestimated how much love you stocked ? Obviously, I should have known better !" Ystran hooted. "Silly me..." His claws came out of his hands, and your eyes focused on them.
Suddenly, you saw the demon's arm coming down on you, ready to slash your throat. And yet, all you could think about was that you would never see Aziraphale and Crowley again. And you, poor little Eden...
You didn't want to go...
You still wanted to see Aziraphale smile, thanks to your dessert. You wanted to hear Crowley's smile in his voice when he taught you about stars. You still wanted to spend unnecessary time with them, drinking, pampering Eden, discovering music together... And you never accepted to go dine with them, no matter how many times they asked; you just didn't understand why they even asked. Nor why you couldn't let them go. Well, I guess you won't even have time to find out.
And when you felt his hand's weight approach your face, the faint sound of your friends' names threatened to escape the barrier of your aching heart. But his claws never ripped your skin. Instead, the strident sound of the impact thundered in your ear, where it landed.
"Now, you listen to me, Y/N. You're going to go back to heaven, eat up all the love you can get your fucking hands on, and you're going to go fight in that damn war !" He roared and shook your frozen body. "But you better stay alive... Oh, no, you don't get killed unless it's me ! You're mine ! Mine to kill, mine to own !" Ystran slapped you across the face. The pounding in your head became unbearable, but all you could see was madness.
What were you going to do ?
You sobbed and closed your eyes once again, escaping into the darkness and just wishing that the nightmare was a dream. He left your body, getting up and staring at you with bare emptiness. You didn't want to see him; you wanted him to just leave you alone.
But Ystran had never been a merciful being. He kicked your pathetic weeping form in the side. You screeched yet, and you couldn't fight back. Maybe you just deserved it... Curling up into a miserable ball, weak and tired, you just waited for it to end. Ystran squatted down one last time to give you the smallest kiss on your cheek.
"See you soon, love."
He left. You knew he did. But you couldn't convince yourself that things would be better. Everything in your life will always remind you of what you've done. You cannot be forgiven, now can you ? Not after throwing away the only person who would ever love you. And for what ? Stay in Heaven ? Sure, look what he gave you: humour, isolements, and mockeries. You hugged yourself, unable to get up.
You kept looking. Searching in your memories where love could be Had it ever existed ? Had it always been a charade all these years ? Maybe you were just an empty, apathetic shell after all. A stupid cupid who couldn't even heal their own bound. You had it coming all those years. Fooling yourself with fake emotions and sensations. Everything you ever felt was just a fucking lie that you kept telling yourself to feel better. To keep going.
Not everything... A small voice whispered in the back of your head, despite your ragged breath.
When ? When did you truly ever feel anything ? Have you ever really felt Love ? Tears continued to roll down your cheeks, and your whole body trembled with fear, sadness, and desperation. But your heart seeked in your mind, searching for a memory, a crumb of love.
Anything.
And slowly, flashes of the past started flocking in front of your eyes while you stared at the dull ceiling.
Love ? Have you ever really felt Love ?
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Hello everyone ! It's been a while, hasn't it ? I'm sorry about that ^^" I really didn't mean to leave that long, but life is like that sometimes.
This chapter was bit darker than I intented it to be at first, but I hope it turned out ok.
I hope you still enjoyed it though ! Don't hesitate to comment or ask anything; it always makes me so happy to read you all ^^
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HI RONNIE!!!! HOPE ALL IS WELL POOKIE!! i just have a suggestion for your gojo fics + ts songs if you haven’t done it already bc i havent rlly checked but gorgeous from reputation 😋😋😋
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satoru gojo x f!reader
**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series
content: nothing much, just some good old thirsting for our favorite sorcerer
an: HELLO MY BELOVED BABIE POOKIE SWEETIE PIE FACE!!! of course I can do gorgeous (which this is actually the fourth time it's been requested for taylor as gojo so I had to do it as fast as I could) fun fact: this was one of my surprise songs when my older sister flew me out to see the eras tour in atlanta!!!!
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The rosé is sweet as it trickles down your throat, immediately filling you with a warm, fuzzy feeling in the center of your chest.
“We’ve only been here for twenty minutes.” Nanami says, reaching to take the bottle from you.
“And I’ve had the longest week of my life. Please mind your own business, Kento.” you respond, reaching for the bottle back from him.
A measly tradition from when you were masters students together is now the only reason you’re making it to the end of the week. After a load of corporate bullshit for Nanami, insane work hours for Shoko, and the most disorganized elementary school in the metropolitan area for you, the three of you come together to bitch and get drunk.
Let loose. And let loose really means let loose, because the bartender hates you so much that he has a picture of the three of you printed on the front door with a very menacing Do Not Enter sign next to it.
“Hi Toji.”
“I’m going to permanently ban you from this bar one day. And I’ll feel no remorse when I kick you out on your ass either.”
“Toji, stop flirting with me or I’m going to fall in love with you.”
Toji wrinkles his nose in disgust, looking borderline offended that you would even say such a thing, as he places three beers on the table. You shoot him a wink and he flips you off in response as he walks back to his spot behind the bar.
“So what is that asshat doing?” Nanami asks.
You turn your head to find Hiro, the stupid pathologist you’ve been dating for the past eight months, doing some type of…interpretive dance in the middle of the bar with a blonde girl. Interpretive dance is a nice word for twerking on each other.
“Networking.”
Shoko and Nanami nearly burst out laughing before pushing their bottles towards you, which you happily accept.
“You win. What an absolute idiot.”
You all laugh as you watch Hiro go on, matching disgusted faces plastered on the three of your faces as his arms become more uncoordinated with each changing beat. You turn your head to the side, swallowing down your disgust with Nanami’s beer and silently thanking the Ancient Sumerians for creating the aforementioned beer for you to drown your pity in.
The door of the bar swings open behind you and Nanami and Shoko lift their hands up, giving a polite wave, before sinking back down into their chairs. You turn around to look at who they were waving at and feel your breath get tangled in your throat.
Are you drunk? Yes. Are you a little bit delusional? Probably. Is this probably a result of the idiot you’ve been dating doing some type of weird, inappropriate bird mating call on the dance floor that’s more embarrassing for you than it is for him? For sure.
But the human personification of beauty just walked into the smelly bar and you think you’ve fallen in love. In lust. In whatever you can have with this man, because he’s literally the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.
He’s tall, his defined arms peeking out through the white, buttoned collared shirt he’s wearing. His sleeves are pulled just past his forearms, because he’s a whore, putting the tiniest of veins on display and honestly, making you foam at the mouth. Not only is he built, not only is he fit but he literally has the face of a fucking angel.
You’ve never understood that entire thing. Attraction at first sight. You need to sit down, get to know someone, before you can truly like them. And tonight, you stand corrected because there’s something magnetic about him. You can’t help but notice, can’t help but pay attention to him walking around the bar.
You think it’s illegal. Because who the fuck walks into this dinky ass bar looking like that? Sparkly blue eyes, peeking from behind a pair of sunglasses, and perfectly tousled, snow white hair. Looks that could kill. Like literally kill, because your heart is beating so fast it’s going to explode.
He walks past the door and takes a seat at the bar, leaning against the table to order his drink. And you’re sure your inhibitions are not present because of the bottle of wine and now four beers that you’ve downed, but you’re full on ogling him.
Because your day, your week, your life can suck ass but you’ve grown enough to know that you should let yourself enjoy the little things in life. Which includes flagrantly gawking at this beautiful, beautiful stranger.
“You’re staring.”
You turn around to face Shoko and Nanami again, nearly twitching in your seat.
“Who the fuck is that?”
“Satoru Gojo. He’s a medical malpractice lawyer, he helped out a co-worker of mine a few months ago.” responds Shoko, placing a fresh cigarette in between her teeth.
“His firm is right across from my office. I see him on the train sometimes on the way to work.” says Nanami, leaning over to light Shoko’s stick.
“Do you know the things I would do to that man?”
“What?”
“I need that man. Horrendously. Biblically. Like we’re Adam and Eve, creating something new. Who the fuck looks like that? Who the fuck walks into Toji’s disgusting ass bar looking like a Greek god? Like an angel descended from the heavens?”
“Are we talking about the same guy?” Shoko asks, blowing the smoke out of her mouth.
“Shut up. Don’t act like you don’t go goo goo ga ga over Utahime every time you see her at one of my work functions. This guy is my Utahime.”
“Y/N. Stop.”
“Shut up Kento. One night with Satoru Gojo and I’d literally lose my fucking mind. Like freak shit - on the table, in the bathroom, on the kitchen counter. Like you know that mind-blowing person you still think about when you’re a smelly, old senile person reliving your glory days when your husband cheats on you? That man under me would be MY glory days. He’s fucking gorgeous.”
You feel a hand slide around your shoulder and the aforementioned gorgeous man is now sitting right next to you, his other hand resting on your knee. He’s smiling, his eyes even more dazzling when they’re filled with the sincerity of a smile.
“Gorgeous, huh?” he says, reaching forward to pinch your cheek.
You stick your face in your hands as you move away from his burning touch.. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He leans forward to shake hands with Shoko and Nanami, exchanging pleasantries with them. The traitors.
“Were you planning on telling me he was standing right behind me listening while I listed all the ways I would do him, Kento?”
“What do you think ‘Y/N stop it’ means?” he responds.
“No need to be ashamed, sweetheart. I think it’s really cute.”
You roll your eyes as you scoot closer to the other edge of the bench, drowning in your embarrassment as Kento and Shoko break into conversation with Gojo.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
“Hey babe. Are you ready to leave?”
Hiro’s now standing at the side of the table, sweat dripping down the side of his face, as he gestures for you to stand up. And now it’s even more embarrassing, because Gojo looks way too excited to be meeting Hiro right now.
“I’m not sure we’ve met. I’m Satoru Gojo.”
“Hiro. I’m dating Y/N.”
Satoru looks over, smirking at you, before he leans back - and sends your head into a tizzy in the process because who the hell looks attractive smirking like that.
“Congratulations. You must be really happy together. Life changing.” he says.
You can feel your cheeks burning. He’s teasing you. You just admitted all the things you would do to him out loud, about how one night with him would change your life, and not only did he hear but now he’s sticking it to your boyfriend too.
You push past him in the booth, give Shoko and Nanami a halfhearted smile, before you drag Hiro out of the bar with you.
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You sit against the pavement, bumping knees with Itadori, as you both eye the empty parking lot in front of you.
“I’m really sorry. My grandpa should actually be here any minute.”
You look over at him, his pink hair tousled messily and the way he’s nervously fidgeting with the strings of his yellow hoodie. You give him a smile, knowing all too well the embarrassment of being the last kid picked up from school. Patiently waiting for someone to remember to pick you up.
“Are you enjoying the third grade, Itadori?”
“Yeah. I made a few friends recently which is nice.”
“That’s always fun, kid. I’m glad you’re situating okay. Do you like the area?”
“I kind of miss my old house. But it’s nice to spend time with my grandpa.”
You feel your heart ache as you remember the little file they sent over, the written note from your principal pressed on top. That his parents passed away just before the start of the school year and his grandfather, one of his only living family members, wasn’t doing too well either.
“Do you like your teacher?”
He looks over, a shy smile on his face.
“She’s okay.”
You smile, reaching forward to mess with her hair.
“Just okay? I think I’m pretty cool.”
“Eh.”
You reach into your pocket for the lollipop you swiped from your stash and hold it out in front of him. You watch his face light up, his excited little hands ripping the paper off.
“Am I cool yet, Itadori?”
“Freezing.”
You smile, giving his shoulder a squeeze as a black car pulls up, stopping right in front of you. And out comes Satoru Gojo, in all his beauty, and one of your other students, Megumi Fushiguro.
Megumi runs straight up to Itadori, holding out his hand, as he starts dragging him to the car. You stand up, awkwardly brushing your palms against your pencil skirt as Satoru walks up to you, a smirk on his face.
And what the fuck is he doing here?
“Hi.”
“Hello. Are you here to pick up Itadori?”
“Sure am, pretty girl. Have a note from his grandpa, he’s not really feeling well.”
You nod, ignoring the tingle in your hands as he brushes his fingers against yours to hand you the note. You pretend to read the note as you try to calm your breaths and look back up at him.
Ocean blue eyes, staring into yours.
“Perfect. Well, you’re good to go.”
Satoru gives you a look before bending down to Itadori and Megumi’s heights, giving them the keys to the car and full access to playing with his stereo system. They both excitedly run into the car, leaving you and Satoru outside the school.
“Are you not leaving?”
“I thought we could chat for a bit.”
You clench your fists as he takes Itadori’s seat on the pavement and gestures for you to sit next to him. You both eye Megumi and Itadori in the car, the two of them now sticking their faces too close to the air conditioning vents and manically laughing at how poofed up their hair is getting.
“How are you?”
“Satoru Gojo. Are you really making me sit here on the pavement to ask me how I am?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Well. I already know a lot about you. Your name, your occupation, how you feel about me. I feel like we skipped a few steps so we should backtrack. I didn’t even know you were my kids' teacher till about three seconds ago.” he says, smirking over at you.
“Excuse me. How I feel about you?”
“Oh, you know. On the table, in the bathroom, on the kitchen counter.” he responds, his voice all sing-songy.
“Isn’t your wife waiting for you at home?”
You can feel the jealousy seething in you already, because you know his answer. Because there is no universe where this man does not have a girlfriend already. The best ones are already taken. He leans closer, pinching your cheek in response.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“I think the whole my kid’s elementary school teacher cheating affair is cliche, Satoru. Dare I say, even more cliche than the nanny.”
“But not as cliche as the secretary.”
“Oh, of course not. That’s the holy grail of cliche cheating affairs.”
He laughs, leaning back on his forearms as you both fall into the silence. Stupid, fucking gorgeous funny charismatic looking-
“No wife for me fortunately. Or girlfriend either.”
That’s somehow worse. Because if he had a girlfriend, you could be jealous of her. Put her face on a cardboard box and kick it off a cliff. But he’s single. And now he’s just something you want but can’t have. Entirely attainable but not in your reach.
Also known as, frustrating as hell.
“Shame. I’m sure girls are lining up at the door to experience the joys of dating you.”
“And you’re first in line, sweetheart.”
You feel your cheeks burn as he stands up, the tension so unbearable you can feel it eating at you alive. He holds his hand out, that little tingle running through you again, as he helps you up, now dragging Megumi and Itadori out of the front seats. You give the three of them a smile, your blood burning, as they drive away.
He sends you a gift the next day. A donation of classroom supplies you had been egregiously emailing all the parents about and a handwritten note.
the start of a cliche <3 - satoru
You try to wipe the smile off your face. The fluttering in your chest. The presence of him in your dreams and in your mind at all times.
Suddenly, you’re seventeen again and you remember the biggest woes of your teenage life.
The ups and downs of having a crush on someone.
--
You clench the bowl of pudding in your hands as you ring the doorbell, which sprouts a large amount of commotion and noise behind the door. You give your hair one last pat down, after fretting over it for six hours in the mirror, as the door swings open.
You’re met with Satoru Gojo and a pink apron hanging around his neck.
“Nice outfit, Gojo. Can I try it on sometime?”
“I’ll take it off and give you a show right now, sweetheart.”
You feel your cheeks blazing as he drags you in, his warm hands taking the bowl from yours. You can hear thumping upstairs, which you’re sure is Megumi, Itadori, and Kugisaki making a mess of Gojo’s apartment.
You follow him to the kitchen, taking a quick moment to totally check him out, before you make it to his mess of a birthday cake.
“There’s no way you’re going to actually give them that, are you?”
“What’s wrong with it? It’s homemade. It has that Satoru charm.”
“More like a stinky charm. What is that smell?”
“The dishes. I need to do them because they’re kind of sticking to the pans. From this downright radioactive cake I just made.”
You shoo him away, taking on the duty of properly making something out of the ruins of the "cake" Satoru had spread on his counter. From your vantage point, he has his back turned to you, which gives you full permission to ogle him once again.
You realize that this is creepy. That no part of this is romantic and that he only invited you to Itadori’s little birthday party because you’re one of five people he actually knows in this city. But god is your heart beaming at the fact that the two of you are like this, together and alone.
You’re mixing the frosting, a perfect light pink to match Itadori’s hair, and all you can think about is how good Satoru looks in a kitchen. In that run down t-shirt and sweatpants. Being all domestic.
The way his arms look when he’s washing the dishes, how he looks when he puts things back into the fridge - his arm flexed against the handle. How reaching for the top cupboards makes the end of his shirt lift a little and you can see that muscled skin on his back.
“I’m sure that the frosting is mixed by now. You’ve been going really hard at it.”
You feel your face burn as you fill the piping bag, entirely embarrassed that he caught you staring. He makes his way over as you fill up the bags, the two of you frosting the entire sides of the cake together. At the end, you and Satoru take turns frosting the letters - the happy birthday in Satoru’s messy block printing and the itadori in your swirly cursive.
He gives you a smile and it makes your heart all lopsided as he walks away. He goes toward the stairs, gesturing for all three of them to come down.
You hear three pounding footsteps and then are bombarded with all three of them hugging you, pleasantly surprised at your arrival.
“Are you here for my birthday?”
“I sure am, birthday boy. I even brought you a gift, Itadori.” you respond, pinching his little cheek.
He leans into your touch, giving you a hard hug before he lets go to run towards the kitchen. Gojo’s too busy strapping little birthday hats onto Nobara and Megumi's head as the two of you walk in, Satoru you a gleaming smile as he carries the last two hats over to you.
“Purple or blue? Your pick, milady.”
You point at the blue party hat which Gojo smiles at, before he lifts his hands to your face and secures the hat around your head. Some part of your hair gets tangled with the string, which Gojo fixes with the swiftness of his hands, immediately securing your hair back behind your ear.
You could die happy then and there.
He gives you a smile before turning back to Itadori - tickling him and screaming singing happy birthday into his ears, making the kid laugh so hard he’s crying out of his eyes.
And you hate Satoru for inviting you. Surely he must know that something like this would only make you like him more.
--
You turn your neck, just at the slightest angle, to get sight of him in your periphery. Keeping an eye on him is the only way to keep him at arm's length. And you’ve successfully avoided him three times now.
More dressed down than the past few times you’ve seen him, Satoru is wearing a run down t-shirt and five inch inseam shorts - and he’s very excitedly chatting up Utahime and Nanami. You may be seeing things, but you swear he inches closer every time you move, the majority of his frame always turned to whichever direction you're standing in.
Shoko starts poking your cheek aggressively to catch your attention, her face a few feet away from yours.
“You know if you look from the side, it’s still considered staring.” she says.
“Shut up. You’re acting like you weren’t staring either, Shoko.”
“Staring at who?”
You turn around to find the person attached to the voice and immediately walk away. Of course it was fucking Gojo.
Even the sound of his voice is enough to make your heart race, like you're a six year old girl meeting your crush on the swings. You immediately race to Shoko’s bedroom, for a few seconds to calm yourself down. Sober up before you say something embarrassing again.
When you make it to her room, you haphazardly shut the door behind you and fall face first into Shoko’s bed. You can still smell the laundry on her sheets, perfectly starched and fitted to perfection. You yank your phone out from your back pocket, quickly sliding through emails and making mental notes for your to-do list tomorrow to distract yourself.
You hear the door open and close behind you, the tiny lock clicking against the frame. You turn around to find Satoru standing before you, his hands crossed against his chest.
“Why do you hate me?”
You frown, taken aback by his question.
“What?”
“Why do you hate me, Y/N? I’ve made every effort to be your friend, to be your anything and you keep ignoring me.”
“When the hell did I ignore you?”
“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night. Every time I walk up to a group you’re standing in, you walk away.”
“That’s not intentional, I-”
“I sent you everything on your wishlist for your classroom. For your students, because you wanted it really badly.”
“And I appreciate that, I really do and-”
“You didn’t even stop by to thank me. I’ve been picking up Megumi everyday waiting for you to come out.”
“Thank you. Really, it’s made such a big difference and I’ve-”
“Why don't you want to be friends with me?”
You can feel the anger, the tension, the goddamn jumbled mess of feelings this idiot makes you feel bubbling out of your mouth as you start screaming at him, at the goddamn idiocy falling out of his mouth right now.
“That's just the fucking problem. I don't want to be friends with you because I want to be more. You should take it as a compliment that I went out of my way to talk to everyone here but you. That I like you so much that I can’t stand to even be near you without telling you.”
You can see the shock spread across his face as you keep rambling, the words stringing out of your mouth.
“I don’t not talk to you on purpose. But every time I look at you, I can’t say anything to your face. You-you’re just-”
“Just what?”
“You make me so happy it’s ridiculous. You could smile at me and I’d be on the floor, giggling in my bed like I’m a twelve year old. You’re- your banter leaves me blushing, your smile makes my heart beat so fast, and you make me so happy that it makes me sad I can’t have you. I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you for the literal second time now so can I please just leave before you humiliate me some more?"
You can feel your chest heaving, a very wide eyed Gojo staring back at you with a smile on his face. You make your move to run past him, to literally avoid this guy for the rest of your life, but he grabs onto your wrist, pulling you back so you’re leaning into his chest.
"Leave me alone. I'll probably just go die alone at home with my cats now."
“It's my turn to talk now.” he says, his voice low.
“What?”
“It's my turn to talk. You’ve gotten to ramble about how you feel twice and you have yet to let me do it even once.” he deadpans, cupping your face in the side of his hand.
You nod, your cheek searing from his warm hand on your skin.
“You think I’m gorgeous. But I think you’re irresistible.”
“Huh?”
“You. are. irresistible. Every time I see you, every time I even hear about you, it makes my heart bloom in my chest. Remember that smiley face you put in the email about Megumi’s grades? I literally had to bite down on my hand to avoid fucking screaming about the entire thing. That one time you smiled at me from across the hall when I went to pick Tsumiki up from her class? I was on the fucking floor.”
He brings his other hand up, securing it around your neck to angle your face up. His eyes are burning with something you can’t place and it’s making your stomach swarm with an array of butterflies.
“And the first night I met you. Your little grumpy face with your hands curled around two bottles of beer. Giggling with Shoko and Nanami, laughing so hard you were crying. You are so, so goddamn cute, so fucking beautiful that I just had to walk over. To have your eyes looking in mine, even if it was just once.”
He leans down, pressing his lips against yours, as you nearly melt into his arms, losing the agency you had over your footing. He must sense it because he immediately brings his hands down, lifting you up from your waist so you’re even closer to his mouth, his lips deepening the kiss. He breaks apart, whispering against your mouth.
“I’d like to meet your cats.”
“What cats?”
“You literally just said you were going to do die at home alone with your cats."
"Oh. Right. I live alone, that was kind of just an expression."
"S'okay. You've always had a flair for the dramatics."
--
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𝐝𝐞𝐣𝐚 𝐯𝐮
𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞́ 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, cheating, insecurities.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5,233
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and rosé have been broken up for months now. but when rumors suddenly spread of your ex and a new lover, you can't help but wonder if she gets deja vu.
𝐚/𝐧: this was the first kpop fic i ever wrote back in 2021. i didn't finish it until this year. i hope u all enjoy this ancient work lol
when the world found out about you and your idol girlfriend, they went crazy.
you, this seemingly mysterious american actress, and none other than blackpink's own rosé. the media had fabricated their own stories of how you two had met, as well as playing some sort of a guessing game to see how long your relationship has been going for. some journalists were brave enough to even try and pin an expiration date on your relationship, but you and your girlfriend simply found the whole ordeal entertaining.
when the world found out about you and your idol girlfriend's breakup, they completely lost it.
thousands of comments, numerous phone calls, as well as the mobs of the paparazzi, followed you everywhere you went. the media once again fabricated stories to try and create even more drama, and with the paparazzi practically hounding you for answers, it felt like the end of the world all over again. except this time, you were on your own.
"y/n l/n!" "over here!" "y/n, are the rumors true?" "y/n, can we get a statement from you?"
your nails dug into your palms as you increased your walking pace, trying your best to navigate through the seemingly never-ending sea of blinding flashes. it had only been two weeks since the breakup, and somehow everyone and their mother seemed to know about it. even through your sunglasses, you still had a hard time figuring out the quickest route to escape all of this.
you couldn't help but wonder how rosé was dealing with all of this. usually, the two of you would be able to tiptoe around the paparazzi and journalists. the media hounded you both once yg released a statement confirming your relationship. yet, somehow, you guys managed to avoid everything the majority of the time, and during the few occurrences that you both were caught off guard, having each other there helped make the anxiety-inducing experience more tolerable.
a car door opened for you and you quickly sat down inside, physically exhaling a breath you didn't realize you had been holding in. leaning your head back against the seat, your eyes slipped close. even through the tinted windows and your shut eyes, you could still see the flashing lights.
you could also still hear their voices.
"l/n, what was the cause of the breakup?" "y/n, why were you not at rosé's party?" "are you and rosé officially over?"
tears began to form at the corners of your eyes, and even though the car windows were tinted, you feared the thought of any image of you crying being plastered all over the internet. you couldn't let the world see you like this.
more specifically, you couldn't let park chaeyoung see you like this.
you didn't have her at your side anymore, but you knew she was not free from the wrath of the public at the moment either. your breakup came unexpectedly. after nearly a year and a half together, your agencies had announced that you called it quits. your relationship was going so well, and the public adored you two. but of course, it wasn't like your relationship had always been smooth sailing.
as a matter of fact, it was anything but smooth sailing.
relationships take work, but relationships with an international superstar require exponentially more work. you were an actress, but not on the level of rosie's status. the first time you met your now ex-girlfriend was about a year after blackpink had debuted. your agency had flown you out to south korea for filming a few scenes for a new upcoming movie. when yg caught wind of your arrival, they immediately reached out and offered to give you a tour of their offices, as well as introduce you to some of their own notable people in the entertainment industry.
you were simply there to make new connections, but when you first arrived, you immediately ended up getting lost.
and that's when you bumped into her. literally.
-
"i am so, so sorry."
your ears perked up at the recognizable accent that came from the girl in front of you. she was definitely not originally from korea. "it's alright, i should have been paying more attention to where i had been going." flashing a small smile, you tried your best to assure her that it was also your fault.
the other girl visibly relaxed at your comment, returning the smile you threw her way. "you look a little lost. do you need help finding someone? or a specific room? i'd be happy to help."
relief washed over you as you gave her a few nods. "that would be wonderful, thank you so much."
you stuck your hand out in front of you, smiling brightly. "i’m y/n."
the other girl grinned and mirrored your actions, firmly grasping her hand with yours.
"rosé."
-
you never planned on befriending the idol who helped you navigate yg's building. yet, somehow, you two managed to develop somewhat of a friendship over time. she would call you in between her practices, and you were there, always eager to listen to her. you would often do the same as well, sending her snaps or little texts throughout your day in between filming scenes.
she knew about your aspirations and dreams, the way you liked your coffee, the way you had a fear of spiders. you knew about her struggles as a trainee, how she loved to play the guitar almost all the time, and her favorite spicy foods.
the both of you seemed to grow closer and closer everyday, and before you knew it, you were slowly starting to fall for the girl.
after all, it wasn't hard to fall for someone like rosé. she was beautiful, talented, and so kindhearted. you admired her passion for music, and every once in a while, she would even offer to bring you over so you could meet the other members of the group. you would have loved to take her up on that offer, and as much as rosie hated to admit it, you two were just so busy to even meet up for a bite to eat.
your friendship became somewhat strained as blackpink began to gain traction internationally, along with your own career gaining more attention as well. soon enough, your almost daily interactions turned into once a week conversations, until they became a few short texts every once in a while.
yet, little did you know, the idol was also slowly falling for you. jisoo was the first to notice it, and of course lisa was the first to make fun of her for it. jennie tried her best to keep the maknae in line, but it was most often to no avail. rosé was more than aware of how her company would react if they found out, and she knew that she couldn't risk potentially damaging her career right now. but she couldn't help it. after all, you were the only person she could think about, even during your absence from each other.
a few months had passed by, and the two of you haven't really spoken to each other at all. it wasn't anyone's fault really, especially once your movie was nearing its release date and with blackpink just dropping their newest track, "ddu-du ddu-du". about a week and a half before its release worldwide, your agency had decided to hold a movie premiere in new york city.
-
"y/n! over here!" "look this way!" "you look stunning, l/n!"
fitted in the most exquisite emerald-colored dress, you made your way across the red carpet. you waved and stopped to pose for a few moments before getting ushered into the building. chatter buzzed through the building as everyone conversed with each other. you and your co-stars had been engaging in your own discussions when suddenly louder cheering and shouting was heard from outside.
despite the pandemonium occurring outside, one name they were shouting was clearer than crystal to you. immediately turning around as the doors opened, you couldn't help but smile with pride at the attention that the group had brought with them. rosé's eyes immediately scanned the room, but she didn't have to look long before you began walking towards her.
the now blonde girl let out the most contagious laugh as she practically threw her arms around you. you two were practically jumping up and down, causing the other three members of blackpink to laugh at your antics.
"y/n/n! it's been forever!" rosie's hands stayed wrapped around your waist, while yours stayed on top of her shoulders. rosé couldn't stop the butterflies in her stomach when she looked at you, and you couldn't stop smiling at how excited she was to see you. "i know! i've just been so busy, but so have you! you all are doing such an amazing job." you complimented as you turned your head towards the other girls.
rosé properly introduced you to the other girls in the group; jisoo, jennie, and lisa. the five of you chatted away about everything and anything, up until each of your managers ushered you all to your seats for the premiere. fortunately, blackpink was seated on the aisle to the left of you and your cast members. part of the australian wanted to just move the other actors next to you out of the way so she could sit beside you, but she knew better than that.
throughout the whole movie, you two kept stealing glances at each other. jennie even had to tell rosie to stop "drooling" over you and watch your movie. the only thing your manager told you was to use this opportunity to "strengthen connections”
it wasn't until the afterparty that things got more interesting for you two.
after a few drinks and lots of dancing, you and everyone else there were drunk out of your minds. the only people who were less intoxicated were jisoo and each of your managers. jisoo was tipsy enough though to start randomly doing the chicken dance with jennie every fifteen minutes or so.
as a congratulatory gift, the girls had provided you and your cast members with some korean alcohol from overseas. needless to say, you were still heavily intoxicated, but still somehow seriously questioning how in the world the soju you drank tasted like hand-sanitizer.
rosé couldn't stop laughing at the face you made every time you took a sip from the green bottle. "y/n, the face you make gets me every time." jennie busted out laughing as well as she looked over jisoo's shoulder, before teasing you. "you know, for an actress you seriously have no facial control when it comes to liquor." she said with a grin. you rolled your eyes while fighting the urge to gag at the aftertaste lingering in your throat.
"do you need me to get you some water?" lisa inquired before she took another sip of the soju she had in a glass, biting back her own laughter as she observed your current state.
"no, it's okay. i can go find some." you coughed out as you stood up slowly before waving with your hand as you walked away, shouting a quick "i'll be right back" before beginning your search for water.
you wandered around the tables and shelves, searching for any water. unfortunately, there seemed to be none. sighing, you rubbed your temple and grabbed an empty rocks glass before making your way out of the main room and down the hallway. upon finding the bathroom, you filled the empty glass with water from the sink and swallowed it quickly.
the illuminated mirror made you take in your current flushed face, and the small beads of sweat that glittered your forehead. your makeup was somehow still intact, and your hair was still also. suddenly the door opened, and you were met with an all-too familiar face.
"i just came to check on you, i saw you leave the room so i wanted to make sure you were alright." the other girl stated slowly, the alcohol still clearly in her system. it was almost adorable though, and a faint tint of red spread across your cheeks at the thought of the blonde caring about you.
"i'm alright, thank you though, rosie. there wasn't any water out there, so i just got some from the sink." you explained with a small smile.
"i don't think i mentioned this to you yet tonight, but you look absolutely stunning, y/n." your face flushed again at her words. your eyes met hers as she leaned against the sink next to you. quickly shooting her a genuine smile, you looked away from her and back to your reflection. "thank you, rosie. you look stunning tonight as well." you replied.
"i really missed you."
rosé didn't know if it was the alcohol in her system, or the fear that she would grow farther apart from you after tonight, but for whatever reason, her confession seemed to linger in the air and echo off of the walls of the bathroom. slowly, you turned your head to look at her once more, and to your surprise the blonde shifted and leaned forward to give you a hug.
"i missed you too, chae."
for the second time that night, your arms made their home around the idol's neck. she inhaled your scent, and your head rested in the crook of her neck. but for the first time in your life, you felt as if the world grew silent. the other girl pulled away slightly, still keeping her arms around your body. you simply stared at her in confusion, trying to decipher the look on her face.
roseanne knew the risks. she knew how hard she and the other girls had worked to make it to where they were today. she knew about how hard you had worked to get to where you were as well, and she would hate to put either of you at risk. but she couldn't help herself.
years of expectations, years of training, and years of loneliness had made their place in the idol's history. tonight, she was going to change that. right then and there, she had decided she was going to risk it all because she deserved to be happy. and so did you.
you don't remember how it actually happened. all you remembered was your lips on hers, you two leaving the party together, and rest was history.
-
at first, the two of you kept your relationship practically invisible. the only others who knew were the other members. you guys had managed to keep it that way for the first three and a half months before dispatch had leaked a photo of the two of you holding hands and kissing goodbye as you walked through the airport. you two had thought that since your fans weren't as crazy as hers, that you could get away with it this one time. unfortunately, you two failed to realize that blinks would be able to tell it was rosie from miles away.
you had hopped on a flight from new york city to seattle for a fan-signing event for your next upcoming project and unfortunately did not see the photo until you landed.
you remembered how you called her panicking in the middle of the airport bathroom, practically on the verge of a heart attack. but you were not fearing for your own career; it was for hers. yg had just announced that blackpink was supposed to perform at coachella only a week before the image was leaked.
what you didn't know though was that rosé had a meeting with her managers during your flight and before you called her.
due to her still being at your apartment in new york city until the following morning, yg had been able to contact her pretty easily. since korea was 13 hours ahead, the company had caught wind of the dispatch photo rumor only an hour and a half before it would reach the headlines in north america.
what you also didn't know was that yg and your blonde lover had released an official statement confirming the relationship.
the company thought it was a great business move by rosie, and even applauded her for drawing more international attention to the group. of course the other girls in the group were not fond of the company's perspective of your relationship, but it was not like they could have asked for a better reaction.
time went on, and everything was practically perfect between you two; at least to the public eye it seemed so.
you both loved each other very much, but you would be lying if you said it wasn't hard dating. due to your movie's success, you had been given around 6 months off. you were grateful for the time to rest, but more importantly, for the time to spend with your girlfriend. unfortunately, it seemed as if your lover was busier during those months than she had been all year. you two had spent a few weekends here and there together, but they were almost often interrupted by sudden meeting calls or other brand ambassador things that she had to do.
you were a bit bummed that your lover was so busy, but you knew this is the life she had wanted and worked for, so you simply smiled and moved forward hoping that she could somehow catch a break.
it wasn't until 8 days before coachella, and only three weeks before your break was over, that you finally were able to spend the most time with rosé.
if only you would have known that it would be the last time you and rosé would hang out.
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"do you think my outfit would look better with the white shoes or with the black shoes?" you asked as you rummaged through your luggage to find your missing black shoe.
when your question was met with silence, you looked up from the mess you were making and directed your gaze towards your girlfriend. rosé was currently sitting on the couch of your hotel, phone in hand and giggling softly at whatever she seemed to be looking at.
“rosie?"
you called her name, hoping this time to actually get her attention. yet unfortunately, your effort was in vain. you stood from your sitting position, holding both pairs of shoes in your hands.
brows furrowed, you stood a few feet in front of your girlfriend before trying once more to get her attention.
"chaeyoung."
the idol's eyes suddenly met yours, confusion laced across her features as she realized you were standing in front of her. "yes, love?" she replied, her accent ever so apparent as she spoke. mirroring her confusion, you raised an eyebrow before replying,"did you not hear me calling you?"
your girlfriend sheepishly smiled before shaking her head lightly, "i'm sorry. what did you need?" you held up your shoes and repeated your question from earlier.
"do you think my outfit would look better with the white shoes or with the black shoes?"
rosé's eyes narrowed slightly before answering you. "the black ones." nodding at her answer, you set the other pair of shoes back onto the floor before walking over to her.
“why are you so distracted?” you tilted your head to the side as you looked down at her on the bed.
she smiled awkwardly before turning her phone off and looking up at you. “it was just something lisa sent to the groupchat.”
“can i see?” i smiled. “lisa sends the funniest ones.”
rosé’s smile faltered for a moment before she stood up and grabbed your hand. “we’re going to miss the sunset. lets go?”
the two of you walked along the beach in malibu, strawberry ice cream being shared as you walked. the ocean waves crashed along the shoreline, washing away your footprints in the sand.
“are you excited for your performance?” you asked softly as the california sunset painted a mural in the sky. shades of pink and orange casted a myriad of soft tones onto the both of you, but as beautiful as the sunset was, all you could focus on was how beautiful your girlfriend looked.
the soft golden light made her look even more ethereal. your lover’s features were always angelic, but nothing stood out to you more than her smile.
she gave you a small smile and nodded, taking one of the spoons to take a bit of the strawberry ice cream in your hands. the comfortable silence lingered for a while, allowing for the two of you to simply enjoy the sounds of the ocean accompanied by each other’s presence.
“are you cold?” you asked her, noticing how the ocean breeze may be a bit too cool for your girlfriend’s liking. the other woman chuckled and nodded again. “just a little.” your girlfriend was not a fan of the cold too much, so once you got confirmation of her being cold, you started taking your jacket off to give it to her.
the idol only laughed at how it fit on her, which in turn made you laugh as well, and you couldn’t help but feel the love you had for her becoming more palpable. once the sun dipped over the ocean’s horizon, the two of you made your way back to the hotel.
cuddled up together under the sheets, the two of you relished each other’s presence as the dim light from the tv lit the otherwise darkened room. reruns of glee were playing, and you felt your heart flutter at the sound of rosé humming to a few of the songs.
“sing me something.” you mumbled into her chest. “i love hearing your voice.” she smelled like a light, floral fragrance with notes of rose, jasmine, sandalwood, and amber. the perfect combination for someone so elegant and angelic.
when you didn’t hear a response from her, you raised your head a little to see what she was doing. rosie’s chest vibrated as she chuckled, looking down at something on her phone, too occupied to notice your comment from a few moments earlier.
“rosie?” you said softly, trying to get her attention. however, once you did, she seemed a bit distracted. “yes babe?” the australian said with a chuckle, glancing between you and her phone that was now turned over on her lap. “sorry, did you say something?”
your head tilted to the side a little, a little curious as to this being the second time today that your lover seemed to be acting a bit odd. so you decided to ask her about it. “you seem a bit distracted today. is everything okay?” you asked gently.
the question clearly caught her off guard a little, and you swore you could have seen a bit of panic on her face. almost as if she knew how she was acting. almost as if, she had something to hide.
“oh have i? im sorry, i guess im still jet lagged.” she stuttered out, placing a hand on your cheek in an attempt to sooth your worries. except, you weren’t that clueless. you had been with rosie for a while now, and you knew how the idol acted when she was jet lagged.
and this was definitely not it.
“rosie, can i see your phone?” you asked slowly, noticing how fidgety she got when you leaned in closer to her. the idol let out a forced laugh, looking at you as if you just asked her something so strange and random. “um, what for, babe?” she said in a tone hidden with something you could not really pin point. looking back on it, it was definitely fear.
“rosie.” you said a little firmly, staring into the idol’s eyes with a look of determination. “let me see it.” it was clear to both you and the superstar that you were not taking no for an answer. especially since roseanne had never seen such a look in your eyes before. it scared her, a little.
you don’t remember much of what happened after that. all you remember is seeing some messages that broke your heart, hearing rosie stumbling over her words trying to explain what you just saw, and then the way you grabbed your suitcase and stormed out of the hotel room.
except, before you did, you remembered telling the idol one last thing.
with tears in your eyes, blurring your vision with watery opposition, you could see the way the girl you loved was begging for you to stay in the doorway. but you didn’t care. the damage was done, and it was too late now.
with a broken heart and crushed spirit, you told rosé one last sentence that would mark the end to your relationship.
“we’re done.”
-
now, it had been months since the breakup. it was heartbreaking for you to go through this. you never thought chaeyoung would cheat on you, especially after everything the two of you had been through. it also didn’t make things easier because of the media.
everyone wanted answers as to why the most popular couple in the entertainment world was now broken up, without any answers as to why. both your fans and rosie’s hounded the internet, taking jabs and picking sides in this breakup that shocked the world on both sides of the globe.
it also didn’t help that as the weeks went on, you saw the rumors circulating around your ex and her new lover.
although you two had not spoken publicly about the breakup, it only being confirmed by your agencies instead, you couldn’t help but feel like this new woman rosé was with was the same woman she was texting that night at the hotel. nevertheless, you didn’t bother asking, especially at this point.
you couldn’t even stand to listen to kpop anymore. the entire genre was ruined for you, because you couldn’t listen to kpop without listening to blackpink, of course. speaking of the other members, the girls had all reached out to you as well, saying that you were still family to them, and they would love to still keep in touch.
you didn’t bother replying to any of the three. it wasn’t that you didn’t care about the other girls, but rather that it hurt too much, and you no longer wanted anything to do with the australian or her members right now.
currently you laid in your bed, sheets tangled from your sleepless night prior and floor scattered with water bottles, tissues, and clothes. it was obvious to everyone around you that you were grieving. you were feeling ever single stage of grief, somehow all at the same time.
it also didn't help that every time you went on your phone, you saw new photos and updates about your ex and her new lover. you didn’t know much, other than that she was practically attached to the idol’s hip 24/7. overwhelmed with the stages of anger, denial, and bargaining, you got a bad idea.
you reached over your pillow and pulled out your phone and decided to do a deep dive into this new woman that your ex girlfriend cheated on you with. it was a horrendous idea, that was for sure, but it was something you just couldn’t shove off anymore.
the new girl was another actress, making your pride hurt significantly.
“another actress?” you muttered under your breath and kept scrolling through the twitter updates. you knew rosé had secretly dated actresses in the past too, but you hated to think that you were just her type. it hurt your ego just as much as it hurt your heart.
“suzy…bae?” you mumbled as you looked at pictures of this actress. she was beautiful, there was no doubt there. the woman was also a well known figure in the korean entertainment industry. it was no wonder why so many koreans were ecstatic about rosé’s sudden new love interest.
you found yourself looking through your ex’s instagram for the first time since the breakup. your relationship was private, but not secret, so there would be only a few photos of you and chaeyoung posted.
well, not anymore, since upon further inspection, rosé clearly deleted all of them. it stung a little, but it wasn’t like you were expecting anything less. you two were broken up for a few months now.
except, as you scrolled through the pictures on her page, you couldn’t help but notice a few familiar places in some of them.
there was one with the two eating ice cream on the beach in malibu, the same one you and chaeyoung had been to less than a year ago. there was one with them renting out a movie theater to watch glee, something you and rosie did for fun back when you were still together. there was even a video of rosie teaching suzy how to play “uptown girl” on the piano, a song you had once taught her how to play.
“i bet she tells her she loves her in between the chorus and the verse, too.” you whispered harshly, the stinging feeling growing in your chest as you kept on digging through the photos. it was only making you feel worse, but you couldn’t help but feel angry.
was anything even real? did the soft spoken blonde that you loved ever truly love you? or was it all just a lie?
you couldn’t help but wonder if everything you did with park chaeyoung was just recycled from her previous relationships, especially considering how she was reusing everything from yours.
everything felt like a lie. tears slowly fell from your face, and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. you wanted to scream and shout, to let the world know that roseanne cheated on you and was reusing everything with her new lover. except you wouldn’t do that to her.
you also wouldn’t do what she was doing to someone else, either.
everyone is made up from the different pieces of the people they once loved, but to copy and paste the same memories over and over again led you to realize that maybe rosé never truly loved you. you were haunted by this thought from the moment you stormed out of the hotel room in california that night, but with this newfound information?
it was hard to believe that it wasn’t true. but even still, with this heartache and pain swirling inside you, you couldn’t help but wonder if rosé felt no guilt or shame. did she not feel bad at all? did she miss what you had, or even, just you? when was rosie going to tell her that you two did all of that too? that everything suzy probably thought was “unique” about your ex girlfriend was all just reused?
but none of these thoughts compared to the biggest question that now burned in the front of your mind. it was one you couldn’t help but ask out loud.
“do you get deja vu?”
#rosé x reader#rosé#blackpink#blackpink x reader#original one shot#blackpink one shot#kpop#i wrote this years ago#i hope u all still like this#deja vu#perfectsunlight
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omg could u write a maroon x fred weasley fic ? I think that would go amazing, but ofc it's all up to you 💘
₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 maroon
pairing: fred weasley x reader
warnings: angst, some fluff, implied gryffindor reader¿, SOME parts are cringe 😭🙏😢
a/n: my first request ahh!!! i tried to finish this as quickly as i could but this was lowkey hard to do😭 i was struggling so forgive me if it isn’t to ur expectations 🧍🏻♀️ maroon is one of my favs on midnights tho🧏🏻♀️
2.6k words ^_^
When the morning came we were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf
'Cause we lost track of time again
The morning light streamed through the tall windows of the Gryffindor common room, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. Fred Weasley and Y/N found themselves amidst the hustle and bustle of students preparing for the day ahead, the scent of parchment and brewing potions mingling in the air.
“We ought to consider a time-turner, I reckon,” Fred remarked with a playful grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he waved his wand, banishing dust motes from the ancient tapestry that adorned the common room wall.
Y/N’s laughter filled the room, bright and infectious, as she joined Fred in their morning ritual of tidying up. With practiced ease, they worked in tandem, their wands dancing through the air in a graceful choreography of magic.
“The incense seems to have made itself rather at home, hasn’t it?” Y/N remarked, a playful glint in her eyes as she surveyed the cluttered shelves.
Fred chuckled, the warmth of camaraderie enveloping them like a comforting cloak.
The common room hummed with the energy of friendship and anticipation, the familiar sounds of laughter and conversation echoing off the stone walls. Fred, ever the jovial spirit, settled onto a plush armchair with a theatrical flourish, his feet finding a resting place in Y/N’s lap.
“Like a proper wizarding portrait, aren’t I?” Fred teased, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he leaned back, a picture of relaxed camaraderie.
Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately, her laughter mingling with the chorus of voices that filled the room. The morning sunlight danced in her hair, casting a golden halo around her features as she playfully nudged Fred’s feet aside, the easy banter between them a testament to their deepening friendship.
“How’d we end up on the floor anyway?” Fred quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced around the familiar surroundings of the Gryffindor common room.
“George’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how,” Y/N replied with a chuckle, the memory of their recent escapades bringing a smile to her lips.
Their laughter echoed through the warm confines of Gryffindor Tower, a testament to the enduring bond that held them together.
As Fred and Y/N navigated the halls of Hogwarts, they found themselves drawn into a whirlwind of adventure and discovery. Together, they uncovered hidden passageways, brewed questionable potions, and faced down fearsome magical creatures with courage and determination.
Yet, amidst the excitement and chaos of school life, a deeper connection began to blossom between them—a bond forged in shared laughter, whispered secrets, and unspoken understanding.
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And I chose you
The one I was dancin' with
In New York, no shoes
It was now Christmas day, 1995, and the Great Hall of Hogwarts was a vision of splendor for the Yule Ball. Its towering walls draped in cascading ivy and shimmering with enchanted snowflakes that danced in the air. Fred and Y/N found themselves swept away by the magical ambiance, the grandeur of the occasion casting a spell of awe and wonder upon them.
Hand in hand, they glided across the polished marble floor, the soft strains of celestial music filling the air like whispers from another realm. The glow of enchanted candles bathed the hall in a warm, ethereal light, casting shadows that danced across the ornate tapestries that adorned the walls.
In the midst of the swirling festivities, Fred and Y/N shared a moment of quiet reverence, their hearts beating in time with the rhythm of the music. With each graceful step, they wove their own story, a tapestry of friendship and companionship that transcended the bounds of time and space.
As they moved in perfect harmony, Fred’s gaze never wavered from Y/N, his eyes alight with a warmth that mirrored the flickering candlelight. In that fleeting moment, amidst the enchantment of the Yule Ball, they were suspended in a timeless embrace, their souls entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
The air was alive with the whispers of magic, the soft rustle of robes and the gentle murmur of conversation blending seamlessly with the lilting melody that filled the hall. Above them, the enchanted ceiling shimmered with a kaleidoscope of colors, a breathtaking tableau that mirrored the depths of the night sky.
And as they looked up at the starlit heavens, Fred and Y/N knew that they had found something truly extraordinary in each other—a connection that defied logic and reason, a bond that would endure long after the echoes of the Yule Ball had faded into memory. The twinkling stars above seemed to whisper secrets known only to them, their luminescence casting a gentle glow upon Fred’s warm smile and Y/N’s shimmering eyes. It was a moment suspended in time, filled with the promise of endless possibilities and shared dreams.
The light-colored dress Y/N wore was now stained with a deep burgundy, a result of Fred’s playful antics as he accidentally splashed red wine onto her during a moment of laughter. As the wine seeped into the fabric, Y/N felt the blood rush into her cheeks, a scarlet blush that mirrored the color of the wine staining her dress. The soft rustle of robes and the melodic strains of the orchestra faded into the background as Fred’s concerned gaze met Y/N’s, their unspoken understanding bridging the gap between them. In that fleeting moment of vulnerability, amidst the enchanting splendor of the Yule Ball, they shared a silent communion that spoke volumes of their growing affection and mutual admiration.
As the wine seeped into the fabric, Y/N felt the blood rush into her cheeks, a scarlet blush that mirrored the color of the wine staining her dress.
Later, as they danced under the enchanting glow of the Yule Ball, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the mark on her collarbone, a faint rust-colored smudge that had appeared during their playful exchange of banter earlier in the evening.
And as the night wore on, Y/N found herself lost in the depths of Fred’s eyes, her lips forming a smile as she realized that in him, she had found a home—a sanctuary where she could be herself, embraced for all that she was.
In the quiet moments between dances, amidst the swirling robes and the flickering candlelight, Y/N reflected on the journey they had shared together—the laughter, the tears, and the unspoken moments that bound them together like threads in a tapestry.
And as they moved together in perfect harmony, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the music, Y/N knew that she had found not just a partner, but a kindred spirit—a soulmate whose presence filled her with a sense of belonging and completeness that she had never known before.
In the scarlet hues of the evening, amidst the magic of the Yule Ball, Y/N and Fred shared a connection that transcended words, a bond that would endure long after the echoes of the night had faded into memory.
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When the silence came, we were shaking blind and hazy
How the hell did we lose sight of us again?
As the silence settled around them, enveloping the Astronomy Tower in a shroud of contemplation, Y/N and Fred sat in quiet reflection. The echoes of the Yule Ball still lingered in the air, a distant memory wrapped in the tendrils of the night.
In the midst of the hazy darkness, Fred's voice broke, his words trembling with emotion as he grappled with the weight of their shared history. "How did we lose sight of ourselves again?" His voice, tinged with regret, carried the weight of unspoken truths and missed opportunities.
A week had passed since the enchantment of the Yule Ball faded into memory, leaving behind a bittersweet residue of longing and unfulfilled promises. Y/N and Fred, nestled in the quiet solitude of the Astronomy Tower, found themselves confronting the harsh realities of their tangled emotions.
Fred's shoulders sagged as he succumbed to the weight of his own vulnerability, his head buried in his hands, tears staining the fabric of time-worn robes. It was a familiar scene, one that echoed the ebb and flow of their tumultuous relationship—a cycle of highs and lows, laughter and tears.
As Fred grappled with the depths of his emotions, Y/N watched in silent understanding, her heart aching with the weight of their shared pain. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, a glimpse into the fractured landscape of their hearts.
In the stillness of the night, amidst the whispering of the stars and the gentle caress of the wind, Y/N and Fred shared a bond that transcended words—a connection forged in the crucible of their shared experiences and unspoken truths.
And as the night wore on, their silhouettes cast against the backdrop of the starlit sky, Y/N and Fred found solace in the quiet companionship of the night—a beacon of light in the darkness, guiding them through the maze of their tangled emotions.
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You were standin' hollow-eyed in the hallway
In the dimly lit hallway of Hogwarts, shadows danced with the flickering torchlight, casting an eerie glow upon the stone walls. Y/N stood there, her gaze hollow and distant, lost in the labyrinth of her own thoughts. Fred watched her from across the corridor, his heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions.
As he approached, the echoes of their shared history reverberated in the silence between them. They were like carnations mistaken for roses, their beauty and fragility intertwined in a delicate dance of misunderstanding and longing. Fred couldn't help but feel the pang of regret, the knowledge that some things were never meant to be.
Y/N turned to face him, her eyes betraying a vulnerability that mirrored his own. It was as if they stood at the threshold of an unspoken truth, the echoes of their shared pain reverberating in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. Yet, amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope—a silent understanding that transcended words.
"I feel you no matter what," Fred whispered softly, his voice barely above a murmur. It was a declaration of unwavering devotion, a testament to the depth of his love for her. In that moment, amidst the shadows and the silence, Y/N felt the weight of his words wash over her like a gentle tide, soothing the ache in her heart.
The rubies that I gave up, Fred thought, his mind drifting to moments lost and chances forsaken. Yet, amidst the regrets and the what-ifs, there was a flicker of something precious—a connection that defied logic and reason, a bond forged in the crucible of their shared experiences.
As they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of torchlight, Y/N and Fred shared a moment of quiet introspection—a silent acknowledgment of the complexities of their intertwined destinies. In the silence of the hallway, amidst the whispering of the castle walls, they found solace in the knowledge that, despite the trials and tribulations that lay ahead, their love would endure, steadfast and unwavering.
And as the echoes of their shared moment faded into the darkness, Y/N and Fred knew that, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together—bound by the rubies of their shared past and the promise of a future yet unwritten.
With each word, their bond grew stronger, their hearts entwined in a dance of love and longing that would endure the trials of time.
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And I lost you
The one I was dancin' with
In New York, no shoes
In the cozy streets of Hogsmeade, amidst the chatter of witches and wizards, Y/N found herself lost in the crowd. She searched for Fred, the one she had been dancing with just moments before, their laughter echoing in the night air. Yet, amidst the hustle and bustle of the village, he was nowhere to be found.
As she wandered through the winding streets, the lantern lights casting a warm glow over the cobblestones, Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of longing—a yearning for the connection they had shared, lost amidst the excitement of the Hogsmeade visit.
She looked up at the sky, the stars twinkling overhead, and felt a sense of emptiness wash over her. In the absence of Fred, the one she had danced with under the starlit heavens, the world seemed devoid of color and meaning.
"And I lost you," Y/N whispered to the night air, her voice barely above a murmur. In the midst of the festivities and the laughter, she had lost sight of the one person who had brought light into her life, the one who had made her feel alive amidst the magic of Hogsmeade.
With each step she took, the echoes of their shared moments haunted her—the laughter, the tears, the whispered promises that had once filled the night air. Yet, amidst the memories and the regrets, there was a glimmer of hope—a silent understanding that, no matter how far apart they may be, their connection would endure.
In the quiet solitude of the village streets, Y/N found herself yearning for Fred, the one she had danced with under the maroon sky. And as she looked up at the stars, their light twinkling overhead, she knew that, no matter where life took them, their love would always find its way back home to Hogsmeade.
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The lips I used to call home, so scarlet, it was (maroon)
As Y/N drifted into a restless slumber, memories of her time with Fred Weasley began to dance through her mind like ethereal wisps of smoke. She found herself transported back in time, reliving the moments they had shared together in vivid detail.
In her dream, she stood amidst the bustling corridors of Hogwarts, the echoes of laughter and the scent of magic filling the air. Fred appeared before her, his mischievous grin lighting up his freckled face as he extended his hand, inviting her to join him on a journey through time.
Together, they wandered through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, their footsteps echoing against the ancient stone floors. Y/N watched as Fred conjured bursts of colorful sparks from his wand, his laughter ringing out like music in the night.
They passed by the Gryffindor common room, where they had shared countless hours lost in conversation and laughter. Y/N felt a pang of nostalgia wash over her as she remembered the warmth of Fred's smile, the comfort of his presence by her side.
In her dream, they danced beneath the twinkling stars of the Astronomy Tower, their movements fluid and graceful as they wove through the night sky. Y/N felt the warmth of Fred's hand in hers, the gentle press of his fingers against her skin sending shivers down her spine.
But amidst the joy and the laughter, there was also pain. Y/N watched as Fred's face contorted with anguish, his eyes clouded with sorrow as they relived moments of heartache and loss. She felt the weight of their shared struggles, the burden of their unspoken fears and insecurities pressing down upon her like a heavy cloak.
Yet, even in the darkness, there was light. Y/N saw glimpses of their shared dreams and aspirations, moments of hope and resilience that had sustained them through the darkest of times. She felt the strength of their bond, the unbreakable thread that connected them heart to heart, soul to soul.
As Y/N stirred from her slumber, the echo of Fred’s laughter lingered in the air like a melody, a reminder of the love they shared and the memories they had created together. In the quiet solitude of the morning, she carried his legacy with her, a beacon of light to guide her through the uncertainties that lay ahead.
It was maroon
It was maroon
#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasley x you#fred x reader#fred weasley#fred weasley x reader#harry potter#harry potter oneshots#harry potter x reader#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter x y/n#weasley twins
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—OCS as OBSCURE ASSOCIATIONS, pt. 2
hi— i’m back with another one of these w the fan favorite oc andie!! i actually love this game so much so i AM going to be annoying abt it for the foreseeable future. sorry 🫶🏻 tagging some besties to also do it @teamhawkeye @unholymilf @florbelles @statichvm @jackiesarch @jacobseed @bunfey @fashionablyfyrdraaca @killerspinal @cetra @sikoi @arklay @kyber-infinitygems @avallachs @gortash @oc-musings @rvchelking
ANIMAL: doves. bees. flamingos. monarch butterflies.
COLORS: blush pink. orange. yellow. gold.
MONTH: summer months; june, july.
SONGS: le soleil est près de moi, air. | gold, marina. | pegasus, gems.
NUMBER: lucky number 7.
PLANTS: hibiscus. orange trees. banana leaves.
SMELLS: madagascar vanilla. sea salt. coconut
GEMSTONE: ruby.
TIME OF DAY: sunrise, the very first break of dawn.
SEASON: summer.
PLACES: the mediterranean. a balcony. a cliffside, overlooking the ocean. under the sun. a library. a dusty attic. an ancient ruin.
FOOD: peaches. grapes. brie and crackers. filet mignon. blueberry tarts. raspberry jam.
DRINKS: tea with honey. prosecco. rosé. ice water.
ELEMENT: earth.
ASTROLOGICAL SIGNS: virgo. sagittarius. libra.
SEASONINGS: cinnamon. nutmeg.
SKY: pink, fluffy clouds. early morning sky.
WEATHER: sunny and comfortably warm.
MAGICAL POWER: flight.
WEAPONS: her open palm.
SOCIAL MEDIA. instagram.
MAKEUP PRODUCT: lip gloss.
CANDY: starburst. fruit chews. bubblegum.
METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: sprinting.
ART STYLE: photography; land art.
FEAR: answering the call of the void.
MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: pixie. but not the mischievous type like the disney tinkerbell type pixies
PIECE OF STATIONARY: postcard.
THREE EMOJIS: 🪽🌺💎
CELESTIAL BODY: the SUN. obviously.
#hi. feel free to ignore me#these are just so 🫶🏻#oc: andie#im also trying not to tag the same people cs#im doing so many of these#you know#anyways. uwu#andie: no flash photography 🤚🏻 she knows she’s the fan fave oc dnfnsndm#oc: andie la croix
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A little drawtectives work to get back into the swing of writing
It was a clear morning in early spring, and Jancy True had just arrived at work. A cup of tea sat beside her as she cast her eyes over a transcript, underlining important phrases. Life had been quiet the last few days, and she'd finally given in and began pivoting to digital-- at Rosé's strong suggestion-- which meant a lot of looking back through her old files and reflecting on how naive she used to be.
There was a sound similar to three bodies smacking a hardwood door.
"MOM!"
"MA!"
"Wipe your feet!" Jancy called, not looking up from her files. There was a scuffling sound as the children kicked off their shoes and shed their jackets.
"Mom! Guess what!" Rosé shouted.
"wh--"
The girl cut her off: "Eugene's coming into town tonight!"
"Tonight?" Jancy checked her calendar.
"He finished the seance last night and they said he could leave early!" Grendan explained, pulling her damp hair out of its bun.
"We'll have to send a cab down to the station for him." Jancy considered, toying with her fountain pen.
"Please can't we go pick him up ourselves?" Rosé asked, eyes wide.
"I can carry him home." York volunteered.
Jancy sighed. "Well, I suppose I could write off a couple hours... so long as we come back here when we're done."
"Thanks mom!"
"You're the best!"
"Don't forget to convert those files, please." She rolled her eyes affectionately and got back to work.
Eugene was coming by coach-- he didn't quite feel 'up' to taking the train. So they waited in the chilly evening wind, under the shelter at the bus terminal.
Finally a large SilverDog coach chugged into place before them. A few elderly folks and a hiking couple got off, and then...
"Geenie!" Rosé leapt forwards, incasing the man in a hug and trying (failing) to lift him off the ground. "Baby! We missed you!"
"Did you have a good trip?" Grandma asked.
"TWO-GENE!" York grabbed all three of his friends and (successfully) lifted them off the pavement. "I missed ya every day!"
"I can stay all week." Eugene grinned as he was set down again. "Hi Nanna!"
"Hello Eugene." Jancy gave him a hesitant tap on the shoulder.
The medium yawned; he was somewhat disheveled from the long bus trip, jacket hanging off his shoulder and gripping an ancient leather trunk
"Are you tired son?" Rosé asked, guiding him back towards the car.
"York, help the boy with his trunk." Jancy ordered. York was already on it, slinging the luggage onto his shoulder with ease.
Grandma, not sure how to make herself useful, followed his friends back to the cab.
They managed to squeeze both Grendan and Eugene into the middle seat, though York's legs were cramped.
The trip back to the office was boisterous from the backseat, Eugene's return was treated as a herald of goodness.
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If Blue and Aero have a parent-role relationship, what roles do Strength and Rosé play in the Ancients' (presumed) family dynamic?
Oh no! I’m terribly sorry for the confusion. Blue is viewed as Aero’s parent. Aero is like their child to Blue. Blue is the mentor and Aero is the apprentice. I’m sorry if I’ve make it confusing in the past…🥺
As for your question:
Blue is the main deity. They are the Ancient that is responsible for creating life. Think of them as the “big cheese.”
Aero is Blue’s apprentice (and chaotic gremlin) and a deity of intellect/technology.
Rosé is the deity of love, healing, and nature… she can be viewed as “motherly” to many.
Strength is the deity of war, candor, and justice.
Terios is a titan that protects the Ancients. He resembles second chances, Chaos, poetry, power, and hope.
OMEGA is a guardian rock golem and the last of his kind.
Most of their symbolism is inspired from Greek and Indigenous Mythology. My background in archaeology is in North American Indigenous myths and legends. Some of their representation may be familiar if you know the stories.
I can share their character charts soon! I hope that this helps you, my dear!
#mystery anon#terios the titan#the blue ancient#aero the ancient#strength the ancient#the rosé ancient
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Notes on "Ambidextrous Angle" here
Notes on "Lady Justice" here
Notes on the colors on ep.10 here
Notes on the numbers on the car plae of No.3 and KMC here
The Flowers
@onomatopagu-et-cie brings up the "Great Maidesn Blush" and the bouquets of flowers KMC was holding in his nightmare in the analysis of ep.8 (and ep.9) here
These two things had intrigued me right from the start. Flower language and the mythologies behind them was always such an interesting topic to research thats why I sat down and started my research.
And quite honestly, it took me a LOT of hours to figure out which flowers they could potentially be because its just so blurry but nonetheless, I came up with a few types. Please keep in mind this is all just speculation based on intense observing, comparing of flowers and ceremonial (graduation, work, wedding etc) bouquets.
I marked the flowers with numbers and added pictures for comparison, so its easier to distinquish them when I talk about them and their meanings.
Flower 1 is most definitely a rose- tho I'm not sure what type as there are way too many which also makes it quite difficult to get behind the meaning of the flower. Tho we can base the meaning on the color shown which are orange, white and slight rosé/peach touch.
Orange- Enthusiasm, Energy, Passion
White- New beginnings, Innocence, Purity, Remembrance, Spirituality
Pink- Grace, Elegance, Gratitude, Appreciation
Peach- Appreciation, Sincereity, Gratitude
Flower 2 was a lot more difficult to make out, but my first guess was White Carnation. A friend guessed a White Peony- which in the end does fit the shape of the petals more.
White Peonies are usually used in bouquets for weddings- they symbolize faith, hope, purity and innocence. In general, peonies symbolize new beginnings.
There also are several interesting myths connected to peonies, one goes as followed:
"According to ancient Greek mythology, a divine drama inspired the name of the peony. Like so many stories, this one begins with war. Herakles, the greatest of great Greek heroes, and Pluto, the god of the underworld, find themselves on the opposing sides. During a spectacular battle, Herakles manages to wound Pluto with an arrow to the shoulder.
Not being used to being wounded, the god of the underworld retires to Mount Olympus. When he can’t find the god of medicine, Asklepios, he asks one of his students to help him. This happens to be the talented god Paean. He heals the dishevelled deity by sheer talent and a new kind of medicine: a beautiful flower growing on Mount Olympus. Paean’s career as a great doctor is thus set but his teacher Asklepios is deadly jealous.
Asklepios decides to murder his student to prevent further embarrassment. Zeus, finding the body of Paean, decides to honour the ambitious student by transforming him into the beautiful flower that saved Pluto’s life.
Flower 3 could be a yellow/orange Gerbera Daisy. The petals and the pistil (center part) look similar. They symbolise innocence, purity, cheerfulness and loyal love. Orange Geberas also convey that the person you present it to is the sunshine of your life. Besides, they also express your attachment with the person. They also are a rather common type of flower found in ceremonial (especially graduation) bouquets
In Egyptian mythology Geberas represent the closeness to nature (mother earth) and devotion to the sun.
In Celtic Mythology Gerbera Daisies mean that everyday hardship and sorrow can be lessened and made sweet. It is believed, going by an old Celtic legend that God sprayed these daises over the earth when a child passed away, this was a way to give their parents a little joy.
For Norse mythology, one of its legends states that Freya, the goddess of love, fertility, and beauty, has the daisy as her sacred flower.
Flower 4 is most definitely a Hibiscus (Syriacus). The petals are identical and so is the pistil. You can also see the trade mark color fade from a dark color to a light color on the petals. The color is a dark pink fading into a light pink. The pistil is yellow.
They are frequently linked to matters of the heart. Their vibrant, intense colors, particularly the deep red varieties, evoke feelings of love and passion. In some societies, giving a hibiscus flower to someone can convey a romantic message or symbolize the intensity of one's feelings.
The Hibiscus Syriacus is also the national flower of South Korea.
In Hindu mythology, hibiscus flowers accompany the goddess Kali, the goddess of power.
Kali is form of the Devi/Shri, the supreme mother in Hinduism. Devi was willed into existence by the gods, who each gave a piece of themselves to create her, and when she was fully formed, they—the gods—worshipped her in part because she was a perfect embodiment of all of them. This representation was somewhat self-serving: They had been at war with the demon king Mahishasura. During a break in the battle, Mahishasura declared himself Ruler of the Universe and began to march on Heaven to claim his prize with an army of demons. The gods created Devi out of the best of each of them to defend them, and gifted her with things that were sacred to them:
Shiva gave her a trident drawn forth from his own, Vishnu a powerful discus, and Indra, the king of the Gods, gave her a thunderbolt identical to his own. Surya, the sun God, bestowed his rays on all the pores of her skin, and Varuna, god of the ocean, gave her a divine crest jewel, earrings, bracelets and a garland of unfading lotuses.
So armed, she met the army of Mahishasura and slaughtered them. She met Mahishasura himself and killed him after a fierce battle. So great was her fury that though the fight had ended, she continued to rage through the battlefield. In giving her so many aspects, the gods had also given Devi many forms. Consumed by rage, Devi was had fully given herself over to an aspect of her personality tied to Kali, a goddess known for destruction. The gods realized they needed to stop her, but they were all were afraid. Shiva, the god of time and change (Kali’s male counterpart), went down to the battlefield, and laid down. Kali continued to dance until she looked down and realized she was stepping on Shiva. She was embarrassed because in that form, Shiva was a her husband. She withdrew her rage and to demonstrate her shame, stuck out her tongue, which is how she is often depicted.
-> The red hibiscus is representative of Kali's tongue. But should not be mistaken for her shame. The flower is a symbol of the blood lust that possesses her. With her representing a form of energy, this blood symbolism becomes life-affirming- it ties her to life force.
There also are two (?) flowers which seem blueish-violet.
Which kinda feels like a callback to the OST Part.3 (Blue by Aalia) and how a lot of scene set in the present between KSJ and KMC are submerged in blue tones
If my anaylsis is correct all flowers i managed to find out represent something along the lines of Love, Passion and Loyality which, if you would ask me, ties perfectly into the meaning of the Great Maiden's Blush mentioned in the first letter (by No. 1 Fan) dated June 4, 2019. The meaning of this flower is pretty on the nose "If you love me, you will find out" in the Victorian language of flowers.
The question I'm asking myself now is: Was KMC actually gifted this specific type of flower arrangement/bouquet or was it just something he made up in his dream? Dreams may represent things someone went through in real life, but they usually either add or leave things/details. Plus, Choi Jinsu asks "if he had that dream again"- which indirectly sounds like something isnt adding up with what actually happened that day his mother got killed.
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for all the wine enthusiasts in hellenic polytheism, the ancient world tended to prefer sweet wines (direct attestations imply that modern straw wines are akin to ancient wine), so when choosing a more historically based wine for the theoi, consider sweet whites and rosés—especially if they were dried within Helios’ light.
#I like to think the lack of sugary foods is what made sweet wines popular#also yeast had not evolved so far as to ferment beyond 10% abt#vīnum#paganism#hellenic polytheism#witchcraft#dragonis.txt#witchblr#pagan#dionysus deity#dionysus worship#dionysus devotee#hellenic polytheist#hellenic paganism#hellenic pagan
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Did you know that Bartending is an ancient art and one example of it being practiced was by an ancient Barmaid & Priestess of Ishtar called"Siduri"? I wonder if drinks were more potent back then!
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Can you write a little phone sex au role reversal where Nali finds out Rosie is feeling insecure and comforts her? ☎️❤️
Rosé sighed, brushing a hand through Denali’s hair as she worked up the courage to speak. “Nali?”
Denali looked up from her magazine and up at Rosé who she leaned against. “Yeah?”
“Do you think I’m getting old?”
Giggling, Denali returned her attention back to her magazine. “Yeah, you’re ancient.”
Feeling a pit in her stomach, Rosé shook her head. “No, I’m serious.”
Hearing it in her voice, Denali could tell that she was. She put her magazine down and turned to face Rosé, concern in her deep brown eyes as she looked at her wife. “Rosie, you’re not that much older than me.”
“I know, but sometimes I think I’m too old for you. It’s a Saturday night and we’re inside by ourselves on the couch. You deserve to have a life more fulfilling than this. And to top it all off I’m getting wrinkles and grey hair, you deserve someone to age beside you not way ahead of you.”
“But-“
“It’s true, Denali!” Rosé cried out, startling Denali a bit, “I’m getting old and you deserve someone better.”
“No, no, Rosie,” Denali whispered, shaking her head as Rosé began to cry, “you’re the love of my life no matter how old we both get. If you were 100 right now, you’d still be the love of my life.”
Rosé laughed through her tears at the absurdity of it, she knew she was being stupid and that Denali adored her but the insecurity ran deep within her that at any second Denali would realize she hated their life, their quiet and cozy little life that they’d built together. “I’m sorry, I’m being stupid, I just-“
“You’re feeling insecure, I get it,” she replied softly, “there’s been a lot going on right now.”
Rosé sniffled. “You really don’t think I’m being dumb?”
“Not at all. I think you’re being honest and I appreciate that, I know it takes a lot sometimes to be vulnerable. I love you, Rosé. I think you’re beautiful and I love our life. I got myself into too much trouble when I spent my weekends partying. I like being here. With you. I love it.”
“I get nervous you’re going to stop,” she admitted quietly, an embarrassed flush on her cheeks.
“I would never and hey, it’s not like we never go out. Just a couple weeks ago you had to carry me home from the club, literally.”
Rosé chuckled. “Yeah, I did and you tried to fight it the whole way.”
“See? An old lady couldn’t do that,” she giggled before turning serious, “I’m serious though, I love our life and I love you.”
“I love you and our life too,” Rosé sighed, the anxieties and insecurities quieted in her for the time being.
#phone sex au#prompt request#sorry if this is stupid#I was gonna write about Rosie relapsing in her ED but that’s just me being triggered and projecting ahaha c#maybe I should have but then I might cry and wanna kms 🤭
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Music Tag Game
Ok, so I've been tagged THREE times for this (thx to @bazzybelle @honeyteacakes @mentallyinvernation), so here it goes
Here's the playlist I'm using : I woud like to FUCKING rage (but make it sapphic) ; mwah
Rules: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren’t any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!) <3
1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?
I was someone you don't even know, even know - Flatline, 5 Seconds of Summer
2. What kind of [Aquarius] are you?
I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric / I'm crying all my tears and that's fucking pathetic - I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE, Maneskin
3. You’re visiting your favourite spot. What are you thinking about?
Honey, you must've been feeling so blessed - god sent me as karma, emlyn
4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs - Can You Hear Me Now, The Score
5. Say you get a book deal. What are you titling the memoir?
I'm a riot in the streets / And you're a cheap little whore - Whore, Get Scared
6. What would you say about your best friends?
Gays with ADHD - Pink Hotel, Scene Queen
7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in highschool. What was your life motto as a teenager?
I lost all my faith and lost all hope / That everything means anything at all - Easier Than Lying, Halsey
8. Describe your aesthetic now
I've been trying, I'vе been trying my best - Are You Tired?, Rosé
9. What’s a lyric that they’ll quote in your eulogy?
You could be lost but you belong to the world - Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land, Marina
10. And for our final question, say you believe in soulmates. What do you think their first impression of meeting you would be?
And since I got a pussy, I'm a bitch - THAT BITCH, Bea Miller
Woo, this was a ride lol
Tagging @sleepsonfutons @certifiedbisexualdisaster @arialerendeair @beauty-of-nyx simply because I want to know what's on y'alls playlists
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