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bukojuiice · 3 years

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the way of the househusband — levi ackerman

ೃ pairing: (husband! levi ackerman x ceo wifey! reader)

ೃ There is the “ideal” nuclear family. The one composed of a working husband with a well-paying 9 to 5 job, loving housewife who cooks and cleans, and adoring children who do well in school. However, that idealization is looong gone. What about you and your family? You are the CEO of a Tech Start-up Company who ain’t no trophy wife, Your husband hails from the last line of Ackermans and who temporarily resigns from being a vice executive of your company (just because he doesn’t want to work with young, feeling philanthropist, and genius GenZers) to become a hands-on househusband, and then there’s your little daughter who has the most inquisitive mind and adventurous heart who idolizes her doting father in every shape, way, and form. A month’s absence in your home (due to a business trip) could lead to many many things. But, your husband randomly publishing a self-help book on parenting and being a househusband is not one of those things.

ೃ genre and warnings: modern au, domestic fluff, baby au, husband au,

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ೃ Will be referring to hanji as “aunkling” (a cute nickname that some kiddos use to refer to their non-binary relatives <3) because there are no official non-binary terms for aunt and uncle! + your daughter with levi is named amelia and she is just the most precious cinnamon roll

It’s done.

The Business Trip is finally over.

A long and painful month of no hugs and playdates with your little princess, Amelia and no time to be pampered with love and affection from your husband, Levi was finally over!

Sometimes, you wonder how you were even able to survive these long-ass trips and conferences. Sure, these month-long trips only happened once a year, but the thought of Amelia getting older and having to miss a day of seeing her grow up and discover the world, really hurt you as all mothers would. Video Calls were enough to satisfy you and give you happy hormones even for just a short while, but still- the longer you’re not with them, the more the yearning lengthens until you’re just riddled with endless thoughts of wanting to get home as soon as possible.

First, let’s set things straight: You are the CEO of a Tech Start-up company who was born into a middle-class family and rose her way up to success. It’s as cliche as it gets but hey! Living a life as if you were in a romantic comedy was the best compliment you’ve ever gotten.

Along with that, as far as rich families in rom-coms and coming of age movies go, are they all dysfunctional in reality? Not really. Or at least you and Levi promised each other not to end up like that. The Rich Girl meets Poor Boy (with a tragic backstory) cliche however? Yea, that’s a pretty accurate way to describe your love story. Meeting the love of your life in a Coffee Shop is actually pretty common and happens to a lot of people apparently. When Erwin Smith, Levi’s best friend (who is too smart and self-aware to fit the role of a rom-com sidekick by the way) approaches your table to ask if he and Levi could sit with you. (Because of all the days the cafe would be packed, it would be that day.) You said yes of course, and Erwin began oversharing details about the raven-haired man and you were all too invested in learning more about him anyway. Levi grew up in the orphanage after his mother had died and his father was the biggest asshole on the planet for never showing his face, he had to fend for himself after he outgrew the foster system. Starting out as an espionage in an illegal underground gambling empire to a bookkeeper at the Smiths’ bookshop. (Although this is a story for another day)

Internally swooning over his pretty eyes and resting bitch face...it didn’t take long until the two of you fell in love and... the rest was history!

You come home to your lavish yet homey apartment in 21 West End Avenue Manhattan to be surprised by your father-daughter duo absolutely knocked out on the couch. Amelia was snuggled up to her father, her feet on his lap and a sleeping position you could not possibly comprehend, a Disney movie playing in the background, and both of them were wearing matching Minion onesies whilst yours was folded neatly on the coffee table just waiting to be worn by you when you got home.

It was a rare sight to see and you can’t help but just stare lovingly at the wonderful scene before you. Not only was it rare to see Amelia asleep before seeing you (or in the case of your business trips, during your daily video calls with them) but it was also rare to see your husband sleeping so soundly and his insomnia not kicking in.

Amelia hears your footsteps, her eyes are still shut as she tries to predict what you will do next. She finally assesses when she will make her move and surprise you when you place another fleece blanket on top of them and plant a kiss on both of their temples. your daughter’s eyes suddenly flutter open. Her eyes beaming and glowing off the same light that twinkled in her father’s as she jumps off the couch, making sure not to wake up Levi.

“MOMMY!” She screams in the most quiet volume her cute voice could muster. She runs up to you and envelops you in a tight hug, jumping up and down as she does so. “I missed you Mommy! I missed you soooo much! How was sandbox in K-korea!? Was there a lot of sand!? Did you have a lot of pwaymates there!?”

You giggle at your daughter’s enthusiasm, combing your fingers through her hair. “Lili, Sandbox is like the Silicon Valley of Korea. It isn’t necessarily a sandbox like in a playground, baby.”

“OOOH! JUST LIKE SIWICON VAWWEY!” She chirps, tightening her hug and reaching for your hand and squeezing it. “AH WAIT!” She gently pushes you away and makes a beeline to her room. “ME AND DADDY HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU! BUT CLOSE YOUR EYES FIRST OWKAAY?!” She calls out from her room and you shout back a “yes!” to her in between your giggles, unable to contain the sudden rush of serotonin your daughter had given you from her simple yet adorable antics.

Another trope that you can debunk is that rich moms can be a hands-on parent too! After your maternity leave ended and when Amelia had finally reached her toddler years, you absolutely made sure that you were going to take care of her every second, minute, hour and day of your life. As soon as she turned two, she became the inquisitive, smart and ever so curious little girl you and Levi had always hoped for. She had your (h/c) hair and Levi’s icy yet warm and loving milky grey eyes. If the color of Levi’s reminded you of dark and stormy clouds, Amelia’s was gleaming. Like that of the clouds after a terrible storm. She was an absolute blessing and although you weren’t a perfect mother, (spoiling her more than you should) Levi was an amazing father. Growing up without parents was tough for him and he was going to make sure that Amelia is going to have an amazing childhood and be surrounded by the love of two parents that he never had and never got to experience.

You always and will forever have trust in Levi. There has never been a day where you doubted him. Despite the impressions and assumptions that people have of him. How he was cold, scary, and even calculating. But, you are always quick to shut down those rumors. They don’t know the Levi Ackerman behind the cold and mighty front he shows. He is a man who has gone through so much and yet has so much love and care to give. How he notices and remembers the littlest details, how he never takes anything for granted and how he loves and cherishes everything so wholeheartedly.

When Amelia turned six, you sadly had to go back to work formally. Right timing too because your genius (with very himbo tendencies) younger cousin, Eren, was about to be part of your start-up company and he had a lot of amazing plans that had to come into fruition. Even bringing in a group of his own friends (who all graduated in MIT by the way!) who are willing to contribute so many amazing ideas and hackathons that were just waiting to happen.

The entrance of these youthful and hopeful genius entrepreneurs also brought about the temporary exit of your very own husband from your very own company. Apparently, working with newly graduated Gen Zers (as a millennial) was too much for him. They were nice and they were going to be a very integral part of the company. But, the boomer inside Levi can’t just can’t keep up with this sudden surge of energy and youthfulness within the higher-ups. It was also a great opportunity for him to take care of Amelia even more. So, you didn’t stop him from doing so!

It’s been a year since he temporarily resigned and became an official-unofficial househusband. Or as your best friend Hanji likes to put it, You are the Girl Boss and he is the Male Wife. Amelia is now 7 years old and she’s currently taking Ballet classes (Levi picks her up during the weekdays, and the both of you pick her up on the weekends) and has developed a hyperfixation over Sanrio Characters and the Disney movie, Frozen. She was growing up to be a wonderful girl and you just can’t wait to hear what she and Levi had done during your absence.

She skips her way back to you, a book tightly clutched in her hands. “SURPRISE!” Amelia gingerly places a book on your hand. You open your eyes and tilt your head in question at the piece of literature she had just given you as you read the title aloud. “The Way of the House Husband… written by Levi Ackerman.” Your eyes shift to a little circle on the lower side of the cover, “The husband of (Y/N) Ackerman, the CEO of Survey Corp Tech…!?”

“Daddy and I made a book while you were away!” She claps her hands together and grabs the book back from you, turning it to the first page. “See there’s even a dedication! To (Y/N) and Amelia! The two brightest stars in my galaxy!”

“Oh that’s too cheesy. No way would your dad write something like this out of the blue, Lili.” You scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. Your daughter looks at you with downcast eyes while you were still trying to process that your husband literally just wrote a whole-ass book while you were away. “Who helped publish this so quickly, Amelia?”

“Uncle Erwin of course!” She’s frowning for one second and now she’s beaming at you again. “Please please read it mommy! Me and daddy worked really really hard on it!” She taps the hardbound cover of the book in rhythms. “This is the Amelia Edition! Daddy said he cut out some stuff so that it would be okay for me to read and for me to give to you once you get home! It’s my come back home gift for you mommy!” She moves the book to your lap and hops up next to you on the loveseat that you were sitting on. Before you know it, Amelia is resting her head on your shoulder and coaxing you to start reading to her like it was a bedtime story.

You clear your throat and hold her by the waist so that she can feel more secure in her seat. “Okay… okay… let’s begin shall we? In a kingdom far far away…”

“That’s not how the book is like mommy! Read it properly like the way daddy did!”

“I was just joking, honey. Let’s get started. Rule #1 of the House Husband is…”

Rule #1: Fathers, be good to your children. You are the weight of their world.

“One thing I learned as soon as I was at home practically 24/7 is that your child will be more cautious and weary of you. They will observe you because they look up to you. They will watch your every move, follow you around, and will imitate whatever you say and whatever they hear from you. Talk to them, teach them things they need to know, support them in their hobbies, interests, and even if you have to be the extra princess in her tea party, do it. The thing is, you will leave an eternal mark on the hearts of your children.”

Amelia got even more closer to Levi when he was finally stationed at home. Always grinning from ear to ear and boasting to her classmates how cool her dad was whenever he would pick her up from school. She was proud to tell them Levi’s heritage even if Amelia never got to meet her Grandma Ackerman and Grandpa Ackerman. When Levi would take her out for errands, may they be groceries, cleaning the house, baking, cooking, laundry, or just going on his morning jog, Amelia would be there to accompany him. In fact, she’s gone shopping with Levi so many times that she has memorized the brand names of cleaning detergent and bleach before she could even memorize the multiplication table.

She’s even caught up with her father’s cynical sense of humor. And because of that, Levi had to tone down on his sardonic jokes around the little girl. Levi wasn’t necessarily physically affectionate but he does soften around Amelia as the little girl never fails to supply him with endless hugs and kisses on the cheek. She may be both a Mommy’s and Daddy’s girl, but the way she looks up to Levi is the kind of father-daughter bond that you hardly see in real life. She aspires to be like him. Even if there were times where she would be scolded by you both, (most especially Levi) she never took that against you. She sees all the good and positive sides of your husband that others outside of your circle fail to see.

Rule #2: Let your children know that they have other “guardian angels” who they can rely on aside from their parents.

“My daughter has both my wife and I’s best friends to learn from or to look up to. Her kooky aunkling and her blunt uncle have become one of the most precious people in her life. Even the young ins working at Survey Corp Tech have become older siblings to her and get along with her so well. Remember that there will always be close relatives or friends who can and will help them when they lose their way. Let them spread sunshine and love to others.”

Whether it’s a regular trip to Coney Island or your monthly trips to Disneyland, Hanji or Erwin would totally tag along. Amelia absolutely loves and vibes with Hanji’s quirkiness so well. They would wear matching Mickey Mouse ears, ride the kiddie roller coaster that Amelia wanted to ride on a million times per visit, buy her all the ice cream and treats she wants (despite Levi’s warnings and the reprimanding that Hanji has to suffer from the both of you right after.) They just want Amelia to experience all the fun, the joy, and innocence of living in the moment. As a kid, it’s better if she sees how precious life is, how she should cherish it and that she doesn’t have to grow up so fast just yet.

Erwin on the other hand, brought out Amelia’s intellectual side more. As soon as a new and critically acclaimed children’s book hit the shelves, you bet Amelia has a copy right away. Whenever Levi would take her to Erwin’s bookstore, she wanders around like it’s this huge mysterious archive that can only be accessed by her. The Adults section is forbidden, so were the cheap romance novels in the back, and the books written by youtubers. God forbid she read those. When her Uncle Erwin got her into reading Roald Dahl’s children’s books, you had to watch Amelia run around the penthouse with a little red ribbon tied on top of her hair, wanting to be referred to as Matilda, along with you and Levi having to pretend that she had telekinetic powers for 6 months straight. It was her cutest phase yet and you just know there were many more to come.

There were also Eren and his friends who loved Amelia dearly whenever she came over to visit. Your little cousin refused to be called Uncle Eren and instead wanted to be called big bro, and in which Amelia happily complied. Whenever it was Amelia’s weekly “Visit Mommy at Work” day, she had her own room in your office where Eren and your other young associates would babysit her. In fact, they would actually take turns in babysitting at your condo whenever you and Levi went out for date night. Amelia was introduced to playing video games like Animal Crossing and Pokemon solely because of them (more specifically because of big bro Jean, big sis Sasha, and big bro connie.) They even ended up influencing her to watch anime when her big brother “Minmin” and big sis “Mimi” accidentally left the TV on and Amelia literally binge-watched half of the existing Studio Ghibli movies to this date.

Rule #3: Your children will think that you are Superman or Iron Man. Make sure to act like them and never let them down by ruining their innocence and imagination.”

(A little note was attached to this page: Please don’t let Amelia read this. Read her a fairy tale instead while skimming through this.)

“It all started when my daughter found an entire encyclopedia on ancient and legendary family clans around the world. The Ackerman clan was on the very first page after the intro and she read through all 50 pages of it. The look of awe on her face when she read that her dad’s ancestors exhibit physical abilities much higher than the average human. In a 7 year old’s mind and vocabulary, that automatically translates to a superhero akin to that of Superman.

Ever since then, My daughter has forced me to become more creative with doing very mundane tasks and chores. I pretend to have superpowers. Such as teleporting around the house whilst cleaning. I tell her to close her eyes or else my teleportation powers won’t work. Then when I cook in the kitchen and she watches me intently, I tell her that the salt and pepper have magical properties that only I can touch and hold because to her, at that moment, I was “Doctor Stwange.”

and one time, when I picked her up from school, she was babbling on about how she told her friends and playmates that she had two superhero parents she was very proud of. Then one of the other kids asked if I was a strong soldier who killed huge humanoid monsters using sharp blades. To which I replied that could have possibly happened in a different universe. Her hearty laughs and giggles whenever she sees me using my superpowers makes me anxious over the fact I have to tell her someday that my powers never existed.”

Whilst you were on your monthly trip, you and Levi would have private video calls whenever Amelia was finally put to bed. There, he told you about what happened in Amelia’s ballet classes that week and how the single mothers were more persistent than usual.

They could clearly see that Levi was not interested but apparently the fact that your husband waving his ring finger every single time someone approached him wasn’t obvious enough, apparently the fact that he was married made the risk even more worth it to these prying moms who had nothing better to do. It wasn’t until Amelia had enough and respectfully called them out by saying that his dad was married and he was never going to be interested in Karens (a slang word that she learned from Eren and friends) Since then, the invasion of parent to parent boundaries had finally stopped. Levi was very relieved and at ease whilst telling you the story yet you were laughing your heart out at the ingenious remarks of your very own daughter on top of the irresistible charm and looks of your own husband that made single mothers be damned.

Rule #4: The most important rule of all: Love your spouse as you want your children to be loved in the future.

“Since my wife is on a business trip right now as I type this and she may or may not know that I had written this book for her to read when she comes home, my daughter came up to me a few days ago and told me how she missed her mom so much. The video calls we had every night were not enough to satisfy her for the remaining days her mother would be gone. She then proceeds to tell me that she loves the way I love (Y/N). My daughter loved how patient I was and how I supported her through every endeavor that her mother had ever thought up with that brilliant mind of hers. She mentioned how I was there for her through every success and failure, through hardships, difficulties and misunderstandings. My daughter was happy because I stuck with her mother through everything. All the pain, suffering, conflicts that we both experienced individually and as husband and wife. Little ears and little eyes are watching and observing the actions and sweet gestures of their parents. Make sure to remember that.”

“What is gravy (grief) if not love persevewing?” (persevering) My daughter had even recounted a quote from the Disney Marvel show, WandaVision just to prove a point to me. That was when I realized something and decided to list down a few things:

1. The best lovers are the best of friends.

Levi’s relationship with you was rocky at first simply because the two of you didn’t have a lot in common. Your personalities clashed and the two of you could barely make things work in the beginning. He was always well-dressed, on time, and was very prim and proper. However, Levi was cold, strict, and unapproachable. You on the other-hand were quite the opposite. You used to arrive late, didn’t care too much about your style as long as you wore the appropriate outfit, but you were carefree, laidback and friendly. Having to set aside your differences was a process that required sacrifice, time, and effort. It took long and a lot of petty arguments before the two of you fully understood each other, accepted each other's faults and quirks, and became even closer. Both as friends and lovers. You and Levi treat each other not as just the “person I love and I’m married to for the rest of my life”, but also as a best friend for life. Soulmates

2. Their dreams are just as important as yours.

Levi’s dream was to open up a tea shop and start a family with you. That was all he ever wanted. The blissful simplicity of his in comparison to your techy and out of this world ambitions, goes to show how much they weigh as aspirations and wants in life. You have to value your significant other’s dreams and ambitions just as much as you highly value yours. No matter how hard or how simple they are, the both of you can achieve it with the help of each other. The only thing left in your agenda was to open up his long-awaited Tea Shop. You were about to surprise him with the plans of opening one up on the day of his birthday, and you just can’t wait for that day to finally come.

3. You have to let them be free.

Levi absolutely knew what he was getting into when he met you. It was love at first sight when he met you, He drunkenly admitted that one time when he’s had too much champagne on your friday date night. He knew that you were an adventurer. A wandering soul who had a goal and a purpose set in stone. He always knew you were going to reach greater heights and he knew that you would never leave him behind and would always have him go on a ride. He’s always known about your capabilities and your potential and he didn’t want you to stray away from that. And, if the time were to come that you had to leave him behind to soar greater heights, he’d understand that. He’d always let you be free and make sure you don’t fly too close to the sun. That was just how selfless Levi is. The thing is, he knows you would do the same for him. It was a perfect balance.

4. It is an honor to love and to be loved by them.

To be wrapped in the arms of someone who feels like home or has become the definition of home, To be stargazing with on a chilly summer night in where you talk about your future and your plans, To be sharing a cup of coffee or tea with in the morning and begrudgingly dancing with you against his will, To be watching your child playing in her room and do nothing but look adoringly at the most precious soul to have ever been produced by your encompassing love, and to be spending the rest of your life with someone who has done nothing but be with you through every pivotal moment in your life was such an honor.

It is an honor to be loved by Levi, as he is honored to be loved by you.

“...The end.” You close the book with a deep but contented sigh. Tears were welling up in your eyes and you’re trying your best not to break down in front of Amelia.

“Mommy… are you crying?” She tilts her head in inquiry. “Is it because you’re tired from work?”

“No. baby. These are happy tears, Lili. Don’t worry.”

Before you could speak up once more, you notice Levi had slowly sprung up from the couch, and began to stretch his arms. His eyes widen when he sees you from the opposite couch. “(Y/N)... you were supposed to arrive at 6 AM right? Amelia and I were supposed to pick you-”

Amelia opens her mouth to speak as she jumps down from the couch and crawls up to sit next to Levi. “Daddy! I showed Mommy the book you wrote! She loved it! Right, Mommy?”

“You did?” Your husband perks up from his seat, clearing his throat. “T-that’s not the entire book yet by the way. We had to give back the original copies to Erwin for reprinting. The self-help book is currently rising up the charts to be a New York Times Best Seller.”

Before Levi could properly react, you move to the free space on the couch next to him. Holding his hand and gazing into his forlorn yet loving eyes, you muttered. “Love, that’s amazing. I’m really really proud of you. Next time though, please do tell me that you’ve written a self-help book and dethroned all those mommy authors from the bestselling charts.”

Levi stifles a laugh, stroking your thumb and bringing you and Amelia closer to him for warmth. “I will. I will.”

Amelia looks up at the two of you, squeezing out of the sandwich, so that you and Levi can have your quality time with each other. “Goodnight Mom! Goodnight Dad!” She approaches the two of you so that she can be given her nightly kiss on the cheek as she retreats to her room.

“What if I write a novel too?” You joke, snuggling up to Levi, your husband wrapping his arm around you. “The title could be… The way of the Wife boss?”

“That could be a good sequel. A shared book universe. Then, Amelia could continue the collection when we’re old and sour as hell.” Levi mused.

“Pfft. I guess only time will tell. I love you Levi.”

“I love you too (Y/N).”

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carminite-wyrm · 3 years

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A Genshin Impact Hermitcraft AU Idea, God Help Me

Last year, on September 28, a particular gacha rpg game was released and I, occasionally regrettably, fell straight into playing it. In honour of the fact that this will mean I have lasted nearly a whole year (I got the game a week after bc uni) determinedly not spending any money on Genshin whilst also trying to roll good characters…here’s a bunch of Hermitcraft Genshin AU ideas that I initially came up with at roughly 2.40 am.

The general idea of this AU is that the Hermits end up in a new world that has Genshin-esque mechanics, on top of the usual Minecraft shenanigans. So, Visions and stuff. Also, we’re gonna just…briefly ignore the actual Genshin lore in regards to how Visions and Gnosises (Gnoses?) come about, for this one.

Post-S8, the Hermits are travelling to a new world, ready for another season.

The moment they arrive, it is clear to them all that…something is different. Something is vastly different with this world, for all that it appears much like the previous servers that they have lived in and travelled to. There is something of a…presence to it, in a sense.

When the Something Different doesn’t appear immediately, being the demigods/almost-deities that they are, they go about their days, setting up starter bases, gathering the basic resources and tools, the usual beginnings.

Things change when Doc wakes up one morning after a hard day at work building a new redstone machine, to find a small glowing chess piece lying next to his head, crackling with an ethereal purple light

Upon picking it up, he feels a burst of energy, almost like that one time in the previous world where he and Ren built a lightning-summoning tower

However, the changes it has wrought become apparent later that day when Scar comes out of nowhere with the recording of a creeper’s tell-tale hiss and explosion, and Doc sends him flying backwards with a startled blast of lightning

At first, they chalk it up to ‘Something Funky With Doc’s Current Project’, but after some tests, some experimentation to confirm if it was a one-off reaction…they end up confirming that they may have found out what the Weird Thing about this season’s world is

The duo go to Xisuma with their findings, and, to their collective surprise, X can’t find anything blatantly broken in the server’s code, but he does find a few interesting lines within.

By all appearances, this is not a glitch, but simply an intended feature of the server

Seven lucky hermits, designated as Archons in the server code, will receive a Gnosis, an artefact of elemental power that the server can assign, given to the ‘player who best suits the element’

The server notes speak of how the power granted (and represented through the chess-piece-shaped item) will grant the receiver the capability to shape the land around them

By random chance, other players on the server will also be gifted a Vision, a somewhat lesser artefact that will still grant them a form of elemental power

Given that the Hermits are practically gods in their own right, considering they are already capable of shaping the worlds they arrive in as they see fit…are more curious than worried, at this point

They agree to keep an eye out, to see how chaotic the sudden acquisition of elemental powers will turn out

The next person to receive a Gnosis is Grian, who delights in the bursts of wind he can use to buffer his flight, gliding across the server with naught but the turquoise magic the server has seen fit to grant him

After that, most of the Hermits soon receives some sort of Elemental power from the server

A Summary of Who Gets What (That I can think of so far):

Doc: [Electro Archon]

Can summon lightning, without need for a trident, a thunderstorm, or a machine that can generate an ongoing thunderstorm for as long as its activated

Can also generate an Electro shield, though it does require his active concentration to maintain for longer than a few seconds. This shield appears like a charged creeper’s aura, except purple

Capable of generating a thunderstorm at will, but rarely does it on account of mob spawning dangers

Has found that by channelling a low level of Electro energy, he can in fact power redstone machines just by tapping them/being in close proximity to them

This has proven to both be a blessing and a curse, considering that on occasion, when startled, he has short-circuited some of his machines

Grian: [Anemo Archon]

Generally, uses his powers as a free rocket boost for flying around the server

Upon finding out that he can use the Anemo energy to create pockets of energy that can boost flight, he takes to leaving them all over the server, in convenient locations to make flight that much more efficient

Yes, he absolutely sets up a fancy elytra course that makes use of his flight-boosters to send players rocketing around a course at breakneck paces (poor Scar experiences many instances of kinetic energy)

Bdubs: [Geo Archon]

Suddenly, making mountains and other works of major terraforming is a lot easier

Certainly, he still prefers to sculpt them and detail them by hand, but bringing the basic shape of the mountain forth by brandishing the power of Geo is something that he can do with ease, in this world

A new shop pops up in the shopping district rather quickly after this realisation: Bdub’s Landshaping Service, Now offering quick terraforming at a budget price! (it is, in fact, a service that makes him quite the amount of money)

And when he wants to sleep, without the other hermits breaking his bed? A glowing shield of steadfast golden magic takes care of that.

Gem: [Dendro Archon]

The patch of the server that Gem has claimed for herself quickly springs to life as plants of all varieties grow to surprising proportions, energised by the power that she now can radiate

The effect is most notable in and around her home, of course, but wherever she travels, the plants grow more vibrantly for days afterwards

Adding a forest of birch around her house takes little more than a thought, a fact she uses to prank some of her friends, those who in the last world were rather vocal about their dislike of non-stripped birch

Another power Gem finds herself with is the ability to summon vines even without a surface for them to initially grow upon, and thus it is not uncommon to see Gem building or resting in a hammock of woven vines

Cub: [Cryo] (cannot make up my mind if I think he’d be Archon material or not)

Gathering powdered snow has never been easier, as instead of waiting for a storm to form and last longer than it takes a Hermit to get into the nearest bed, he can simply clap his hands together and a lump of snow shoots out from just above his shoulder.

It does hurt, getting hit by the sudden snow barrage that Cub is now capable of, but except for the occasional snowball fight, his newfound snow-creation ability is used for making increasingly more insane mob farms and snowy building decoration

False: [Pyro]

The magic her Pyro Vision grants her doesn’t become apparent, not for a while, until she visits the Nether for the first time in this world

A mis-swing in a bastion, and suddenly a horde of piglins and hoglins are chasing after her, and there isn’t enough time to pillar away.

She readies her sword and shield, ready to fight, and suddenly her blade crackles to life with bright flames, unlike the fire aspect enchantment in that it actually is on fire.

Every attack she lands, whilst her sword is alight, seems to invigorate her, return strength and stamina that was lost when she had first tried to flee the enraged inhabitants of the bastion

Xisuma:

The admin is one of the few to not receive a Vision or a Gnosis

Quietly, he does admit to being relieved, considering his powers as an admin are already much greater than that of the other Hermits, for all that they are still his equals

And then, one day, whilst X is placing his diamonds to sign up to one of Grian’s newest competitions, he feels a rush of foreign magic, so unlike the familiar ordered pulses of server code

The blast of wind that comes with a swing of his sword, much later whilst he is mob-farming, is greatly surprising, if not unexpected.

The funny thing about all these new powers, granted by the server itself in the form of artefacts that can easily sit in one’s palm, is that for all they are miraculous on their own, the natural capabilities of the Hermits are already enough to rival them

In the hands of an ordinary person, an ordinary player, the powers from this world would bring them close to the near-omnipotence of Creative, could even be the driving force of server-wide conflict.

Powers such as these, while they can build great things, can so easily be used to destroy, to cause war and destruction, and in other realities, they have.

Perhaps whatever trick of fate that caused the server to be capable of granting these powers hoped to create that conflict, to see what would happen when only a few of their number were gifted such strengths.

Later, when the initial surprise and rush to test out the limits of the server’s granted magics dies down, Zedaph approaches Xisuma, one of the few to not possess an artefact of elemental magic, with an observation

Zedaph notes that, from his studies of the Hermits’ new powers, almost all of them are oriented vastly towards combat, whether they be summonable blades of frost, elemental shields, or even the ability to soothe aches and hurts

And even though the Hermits have all found ways to make those powers work in the ways that they wish them to, it does not take away from the fact that the likeliest original purpose of this server’s magic was for fighting

Any other server, any other group, Zedaph quietly says, and there would more than likely have been bloodshed, given the inequality in the range of power granted

At the end of the day however, unexpected gifts of power or not, the Hermits, at their core, are a group that creates and innovates, a band of friends that shape entire worlds with naught but their own ideas and willpower, and regardless of what powers they now possess in this particular realm, that will not change.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft au #genshin impact #i tentatively tag genshin as well even though its only by a rather vague association lmao #in which i take some of the mechanics of genshin and go 'hey it would be funny if a bunch of practically-demigods got even more powers'#carminite writes

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blocksandbloops · 3 years

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May I interest you in some fem!hermit!Tommy fluff for you in this trying time?

This is set in an alternative version of @redorich 's hermit!Tommy AU. Diverging from the Dream SMP's raid on Hermitcraft. All you need to know is that family trees are convoluted, Tommy's name is Clementine. She's trans, we love her, she has wings and has adopted Grian as her weird almost twin brother.

After the whole "Dreamon" and "invasion" mess the Dream SMP folk didn't expect to hear much from the hermits besides the ones who attended MCC. They thought that the two servers would just continue to exist, independent of one another. Just drifting through the void mere inches apart but never really touching.

Oh how wrong they were.

The hermits were friendly but they had absolutely underestimated just how friendly.

Apparently, the moment Clementine so much as breathed a word about how much she missed her biological family, Scar -ever the kind and helpful mayor that he was- decided to throw a beach party!

Since Clemmy's extended family was pretty large and they didn't want anyone to feel left out, it was an open invitation to everyone on the Dream SMP as long as they behaved.

That point was driven home when a few people, like Antfrost and his unhealed, dog bitten asscheek, mentioned how upsetting the Hermits was definitely not a good idea.

(Deep down they knew that the reason they were really doing this was because the hermits were worried about them. The Dream SMP was just a bunch of traumatized children according to them. They weren't wrong in that assumption but no one wanted to admit that.)

So, when the day of the beach party finally dawned, they all put on their least threatening outfits and packed up their supplies, (where Tubbo got the surf board nobody wanted to question) and entered the portal just like they had done a few months prior.

A few things were different though, the sun was bright and beaming in the sky, soft puffy white clouds rolled by, only promising gentle shade instead of the dreary air of yesteryear.

The shopping district had been rebuilt from it's smoky ruins and they finally all had time to appreciate the lovingly built shops and roads. It looked so beautiful and vibrant, you could practically feel the fact that summer was in full swing.

The smell of nectar and sea salt drifted through the air, sweetening even the sourest of moods. This is what peace was to the hermits. This was their everyday. They were so lucky and they didn't even realize it.

Some people were taking notes of all the different building styles with bright eyes, hoping to replicate some of it when they got home, others were suddenly hit with a feeling of bitter inadequacy of it compared to their homes. Is this what a world without war could look like?

But, no matter the gloomy musings of the few, they were all here to let go for a day! To celebrate the good times and to kick back for seemingly the first time in forever.

Their welcome party this time simply consisted of one person.

It was a strange sight, seeing the Hermits' admin Xisuma without a mask on, wearing a god awful hawaiian shirt that Keralis had thrown at him with glee the moment he mentioned that he didn't have something to wear, and again, were those, gods forbid crocks?

"'Ello everyone! Wow this is quite the turn up. Scar wished he could be here to greet you all personally, but he's still too busy helping the others preparing for the barbecue, so you're stuck with me for the time being.

Now, if you'll kindly follow me, we set everything up pretty close to here, so we'll be there in a minute."

The walk over to the beach was short, but just as scenic as the rest of the server.

Warm, golden sand, gently lapping waves and lush plant life. The sound of the hermits' laughter and soft music filled the air as the smell of the previously mentioned barbecue proved a welcome distraction from whatever the hell was happening on the far right side of the beach (the ZIT trio built a karaoke machine. It was Zedaph's idea. It was also a horrible idea but they didn't seem to realize that yet.)

As they began to debate a plan of attack, no wait. ... fun? enjoyment? eh whatever.

A tall man jogged up to the group. Some people recognized him as Mumbo Jumbo, that one british guy with the mustache. Others, however, as that semi-scary redstone wizard who managed to create extremely powerful potion launchers during the invasion.

He was dressed just as down to earth as the others, holding a tall glass of lemonade in his hand and wearing a (quite goofy) sunhat he borrowed from Ren.

He was explaining something to X in hushed tones (something or other about a minor fire at the barbecue table?) When he looked past the gathering of guests and out towards the path that they had come from, and screeched.

"GRIAN PLEASE I'M HOLDING LEMONADE DON'T!" X reached over and grabbed the glass from his hands just in time for a cackling, feathered ball of something to crash into Mumbo, knocking him into the water with an audible "oof".

There was wild thrashing as the two tried to orient themselves, Grian somehow climbing onto Mumbo's back.

"CLEMMY! COME HELP ME DROWN MUMBO!" Grian waved towards a cluster of trees to their left, underneath which a small gathering of hermits was enjoying a bit of a reprieve from the sun.

"NOT YOU TOO!" came the mustachioed man's scream of distress.

Clementine, the whole terrifying six feet and three inches of a woman that she was, took off running to the water at full tilt towards the struggling brits.

Mumbo, having already formed a strategy in his head, did a perfect T-pose and feel backwards into the water, bringing down a screaming Grian with him. Clementine did a graceful swan dive into the water (how she executed that shall be left for viewer interpretation) and happily joined the fray, even the distressed calls of Stress behind her because "Gods damn it Clemmy! I spent an hour on your hair! And now it's ruined!" couldn't persuade her to give up on her mission to cause as much friendly chaos as possible.

She climbed out of the water a few minutes later, her hair a mess and a bright smile on her face.

"Techie! Wilby! Tubbo! Thank you guys so much for coming! I'm really glad that you could make it." She hugged them each close, enjoying the comfort of having them all together again.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Techno relaxed his posture, trying not to fidget too much. He was getting better with crowds but it was still a lot.

"You may think he's joking but he literally dragged Quackity all the way to the portal because he was too busy doing his eyeliner and would've made us late." Wilbur snickered when she leaned in to hug him, earnings him one of her patented ear-splitting laughs.

"I got a recording of it!" Tubbo proudly announced, pulling out his video camera

while still holding an arm around her.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! LET ME HAVE SOME DIGNITY MAN!" The aforementioned Mr. Fattest Ass in the cabinet screamed indignantly as soon as he got within hearing range.

"Quackity you never had any dignity. It's too late for that." Techno flicked the duck shapeshifter on the head, earning him even more annoyed rambling which he just chose to ignore.

"Well, I'm glad that that's settled, now, I have some people I'd like for you to meet."

She directed them towards the group sitting in the shade, which consisted of False, (a now soaking wet) Grian, Stess, Mumbo (who also looked like a disgruntled cat that was just given a bath), Iskall and Ren.

Meanwhile Doc and Cleo had a little cornered off area they'd nicknamed the "cool kids club" (it was because around this time the sun got strong enough to actually burn her and Doc just felt slightly iffy about the water, since he was, ya know, half robot.)

Clemmy threw herself down on a blanket in front of a grumbling Stress who set about actually making her hair look presentable.

Niki sat down next to them and began discussing the merits of different styles to put Clemmy's hair into.

Ranboo sheepishly sat down next to Cleo's lawn chair folding all of his gangly limbs under himself.

Wilbur happily plopped himself down next to Ren on a blanket and began to hum along to the other's guitar.

Techno lay dow his cape, deciding that a nap was the best course of action in that moment.

Fundy hesitated for a second before going down to the shore to relax and just put his feet in the water for now.

Philza, the awkward dad that he was, chose to sit down close enough to the girls that he'd be able to hear what they were talking about without intruding.

Tubbo placed his stuff down by Clemmy's feet and ran out to the shore with his surf board in hand.

Going through so many conflicts in such a short amount of time really tires a person out, especially ones as young as the ones from the SMP so getting this afternoon of rest truly helped ease some of the stress given to them by recent events.

(Beach episode pog?)

Of course, this little get together wasn't without it's faults. About two hours in Doc accidentally trampled False's sand castle, who in retaliation teamed up with Cleo to dump water on him while he was relaxing.

This little conflict evolved into a battle to see who could build the biggest and grandest sand castle between "Team Himbo" and "Team Women" (one of those was coined by Clemmy). Puffy and Stress set up a good system of transporting sand from point A to point B, allowing them to move faster. False got placed on detailing duty while Niki brought refreshments for the rest of the team. Alyssa was mostly helping out wherever she could, as Cleo worked her armour stand magic to make their castle feel even more alive.

Clemmy just shouted encouragements and bullied the opposing team.

(The member list of Team Himbo has been redacted to avoid any drama about who might qualify as a himbo in the given circumstances)

Somehow the guys managed to convince Techno to join them, which immediately stacked odds in their favor to which Eret and Iskall, being the non-binary legends they are, decided to side with Team Women, now renamed to "Team Prettier Than You".

Their building contest laated for another hour before X decided to try to stop them (it wasn't because of the time. It was because TFC and Grian started shouting things about structural integrity and adding stone parts to the walls and the contestants actually listened when he decided that it was getting out of hand.)

Then it was time to actually enjoy the barbecue. Techno surprised everyone with how delicious his baked potatoes ended up. Beef also got to flex his skills a little with, as you guessed it, beef.

Tubbo and Tango sadly had to eat further away then everyone because the moment they got within ten feet of the fire something mysteriously combusted.

After that, the ZIT trio busted out the karaoke machine and the night went from good to great.

The old Team Star was dared to sing a rendition of Hermit Gang and everyone younger than 25 felt physical distress during some parts.

The sleepy bois (+Tubbo) sang a cover of "Your new boyfriend" (Techno got surprisingly into it) and then Wilbur swiped Ren's guitar to sing some Taylor Swift songs (accompanied by Tubbo on a synth he seemingly pulled out of nowhere) in that one weird accent he can do which had most people wheezing on the floor from laughter after the first song.

Niki threw down a german cover of Say So by Doja Cat. Grian, Phil and Tommy were unconsciously doing the parrot dancing thing. It was great.

Quackity sang something in spanish and Karl and Sapnap made over exaggerated swooning noises.

Skeppy and Bad did a duet. It was as adorable as it sounds.

Some other people also came on stage, belting out songs in such horridly broken voices that I'll spare you the details. Let's just say, nails scratching chalkboards would sound better.

And that was most of the festivities over with.

The last thing on the agenda? A meteor shower. How did they set it up? Clemmy's weird star child thing. The aforementioned girl was huddled close together with her family as they watched the comets streak across the clear sky (all electronics and artificial lights were shut off for the night) and Melohi played from a jukebox in the corner.

Fundy was laying his head in Dream's lap, the other boy was softly threading his fingers through his almost fiance's orange hair while leaning heavily on George and trying not to let sleep claim him as it had the fox (no one knew how this happened, all they were aware of is that the three had disappeared sometime during the sand castle contest only to reemerge having finally talked things through and come to an agreement that they all seemed happy with).

Ranboo, Niki, Puffy and Eret were collapsed in a happy pile just vibing.

The sleepy bois, who were for once actually sleepy, all wore matching flower crowns braided together by Stress's experienced fingers (and Wilbur's rather clumsy ones). Phil and her had managed to come to an agreement of unofficial joint custody after he witnessed Techno embarrassedly lean down to let her place a crown of golden flowers upon his head and saw his internal beam of pride when she called him "handsome".

The boys never really had a mother he mused, maybe she could teach them kindness where he couldn't.

Another surprise addition to the family was the owner of the third pair of wings in the cuddle pile. Phil didn't expect to end up with any more children at this point in his life, but Grain and Clemmy were practically attached at the hip and it felt wrong to even think about separating them.

He only hoped that those two wouldn't cause too much chaos especially when teamed up with Tubbo.

In the end, everyone drifted off to sleep, one by one they closed their eyes on their most perfect day. Praying for whatever might be out there, that they'll have many more moments just like this.

Well,

almost everyone.

Callahan chuckled as he walked back up to his spot with Alyssa farther away from the others. shutting off his camera after cycling through the pictures he took of everyone looking goofy while sleeping (His favorite is the one where Clemmy was very visibly munching on Techno's hair). He may not use those as blackmail but he sure ass hell was going to tease them about it later. He fell asleep there on that hill, drifting off to comforting rest like the others.

After that? Life moved on.

It was chaotic sure, and not perfect.

But it was theirs. They grew up slowly, learning to be kind to one another, how to grow with one another.

Life wasn't always perfect but hey, they had each other. And in the end? That's all that mattered.

#mcyt #dream smp #long post #i am not tagging them all #hermitcraft #lesbianinnit #sleepyblr #sleepyboys inc #hermit!tommy au #fluff #dream smp fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfiction #fanfiction #sleepyboys centric #other people are mentioned tho #trans!tommyinnit #mtf!Tommyinnit

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buckys-forgotten-plum · 4 years

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A Witchy Kinda Love

Pairing: Witch!Bucky x Witch!Reader (Magic!AU)

Prompt: The world you lived in was known to be full of magic and strange, otherworldly things... But you knew true love was just an old witch's tale even if your familiar insisted otherwise...

Warnings: swearing, fluff, Bucky in cute outfits, way too much italicization, and also this thing is long as fuck. (10,410 words...oopsies)

A/N: Okay this got wayyyy outta hand but who the fuck cares? not me. I would love to give a HUGE SHOUTOUT to @buckybarney who helped a lot in giving me the confidence and drive to finish this fic as well as @smutsonian who created this dope as mood board and also helped me edit a lil bit. You guys make me so happy and I love and appreciate you both so much<3

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“Calcifer will you please come help me with this?” your exasperated voice could be heard from the balcony of your studio apartment as you struggled to balance the hoard of glass bottles in your arms.

Not a moment later, a small fox came trotting onto the (very overgrown) terrace, “Ya know I have things to do too. I’m not your butler,”

You scoffed at your familiar's grumbled complaint before handing him a couple bottles to hold in his mouth and wrap his tail around, “I know you’re not my butler Cal. But I got you that essence of toad the other day so the least you could do is help me organize my potion materials for a bit.”

The fox let out a low growl and walked back into your small apartment while you followed behind him, “You know how hard it is for me to form opposable thumbs lady? It’s gonna take a lot more than essence of toad for me to comply,”

You glared playfully at the fox before sighing and rolling your eyes, knowing exactly what the sly creature was trying to get you to do, “Calcifer if you want pheasant for dinner just ask,”

There was no response, just the quiet clinking of bottles rolling to the floor as you and your partner began to sort through everything. You really need to start organizing your stuff better. Last week you mixed up your newt toes with skinks and almost blew up your home, so it’s safe to say that your clutter has hit a breaking point. You left Calcifer to sit on your frameless bed as he sorted your bottles to go back out onto your small terrace, breathing in the scent of all of your plants that had happily covered every inch they possibly could. You figured it was as good a time as any to harvest all the herbs you’d need for the month and bottle them up for safe keeping. Quietly humming to yourself, you went around plucking the healthiest looking leaves, sprigs, and sprouts you could find, setting each pile onto the antique writers desk you had put out there as a space for your potion making.

“Hey Calcifer do you know where I put my Ever-Writing Quill?” You question, brows furrowing as you dig through the drawers of your desk.

“You don’t remember? You sat on it last week and snapped it in half!” The fox’s response was followed by a string of cackles and snorts as he laughed to himself about your misfortune.

You let out a loud groan of frustration, tilting your head to the sky and stomping your foot in a small childish fit. “Why didn’t you put it on my shopping list?” You ask, walking back inside to glare at the creature comfortably sitting on your bed.

Calcifer smiled widely, his pointy teeth fully on show in a sly grin, “oopsies, my bad!” he raised what would be his paws but are now little hands due to his helpful transfiguration powers, and held them in an innocent shrug.

You squint your eyes at the reynard but hold your tongue, shoving your feet into a pair of leather boots. “Come on, you’re coming with me to the market so I can get a new quill,”

It didn’t take too long before you had gathered everything you needed, making sure to grab your sweater as the weather hadn’t gotten much warmer in the past months and you absolutely hated to be cold. It only took a stern glare and a threat to have salad for dinner to convince Calcifer to go with you. Though you didn’t miss the petty and painful nip to your calf as you walked out of your door and into the dank hallway of your apartment building.

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The sky was colored a dark grey with intimidating clouds, blocking out any chance of sun or warmth as you walked down the streets of your small town. You passed by cute little shops and a restaurant or two as you made your way to the market. Your boots stomped loudly on the cobblestone walkway, echoed by the light clicking of Calcifier’s nails while he trotted beside you.

Your town didn’t have many witches, but the non-magic residents were still fully supportive of you and all the other witches and warlocks that resided in the small rainy town of Adelaide. You had lived there for years and not once had you come in contact with what your community called “Salamers”, bigoted people who had hate filled vendettas against your kind. Many of your friends who had lived in bigger cities had told you about their horror stories involving bigoted people who had cursed (pun intended) and swore at them. Your friend Peter even told you about a man who had spit on him after finding out he was a witch.

The thoughts of such hateful actions caused a crease in your brow to form and it didn’t leave until you were at the small stone entrance to Wanda’s Magickal Menagerie, the only entrance to the market for miles. It was one of your favourite things about the magical world. The outside looked like just another building with pretty stone walls and a worn wooden sign displaying the name, but to anyone with a high enough magical presence, it was an entrance to the biggest market in the wiccan world. Hundreds of vendors were beyond that door, hidden away to a different space and time by a carefully constructed spell performed by the most powerful witches in existence.

You couldn’t help the excited pulse of your heart as you opened the door and stepped into what seemed like an entirely different universe. The hustle and bustle of busy shoppers instantly clouded your vision and ears. The air was warm and lighting low in the crowded alleyway that led to the entrance and exit of the marketplace. You took only a moment to get used to the different surroundings before setting off on your way to the real Wanda’s Magickal Menagerie.

It only took a few steps before you heard the loud yip of pain from your familiar, instantly making you whip around to see what happened, “I hate it here, Y/n! Everyone steps on my tail, it smells weird, It’s dark, everything is all muted because apparently witches only like the color red and I’m colorblind-”

“Alright ya baby c’mere,” you interrupted Cal’s whining, bending down and allowing him to jump up and wrap around your shoulders.

“People have no respect for familiars, it’s so uncool,” he grumbled into your ear, resting his snout on the ridge of your shoulder.

“I know, buddy. But you know how much I hate going out alone. I really appreciate you coming with me. When we’re done here we can go to the butcher and you can pick out what bird you want for tonight,” Your hand came up to softly scratch your friend behind his ear, soothing his nerves and continuing on your way to your final destination.

It didn’t take long before you arrived at a small wooden hut, a modest sign with an address hanging out front for advertisement to passersby. You quickly approached the shop and pushed the door open, entering the cozy and familiar atmosphere of Wanda’s business.

“Hey Y/n! Cally, hi baby!” Your entrance was met immediately with happy greetings from your long time friend.

“Hey Wanda,” you and Calcifer greet in unison, smiles adorning both your faces.

The red headed witch skipped towards you, wrapping you in a warm hug and lovingly petting the fox around your shoulders. “How’ve you guys been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,”

“We’ve been trying to declutter the apartment. Y/n’s become such a hoarder.” Calcifer blurts out, letting one of his signature cackles break free.

“I am not! I’ve just been experimenting with my potions, so I have a lot more ingredients and supplies right now,” You hurriedly explain, not wanting to have your friend think of you as a crazy old witch with a hoarding problem.

Wanda lets out a quiet giggle at the pair of friends in front of her, finding the relationship between you and your familiar adorable, “What brings you in today? Did you lose your monkey paw again?”

You playfully roll your eyes at Wanda, “No, I uh... I broke my Ever-Writing Quill,” you admit, trying to fight the warmth that crept up your neck and cheeks.

Wanda let out a quick burst of laughter before turning around and leading you through the many shelves and tables of her shop, “Come on, I just got a fresh shipment in,”

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“Thanks Wanda! I’ll see you and Vis for brunch on Sunday,” You smile and give your friend a kiss on the cheek goodbye before exiting her shop.

“Alright Cal, is there anything else you need before we go? Do you want me to get you more fur oil? Are you good on that incense you like?”

“Yeah I think I’m okay, at this point I just want food,” He grumbled, lifting his head up from your shoulder and sniffing the air.

You nodded your head in understanding and began the trip back to where you first entered the marketplace. The walkways were absolutely packed; it was nearly impossible to keep from bumping into other shoppers. Calcifer could be heard grumbling profanities every time someone brushed or bumped against him. You couldn’t blame the poor creature, he was naturally anxious and didn’t like strangers, so making trips like these were never too fun for him. You were trying your best to avoid people, but luck was against you and as you were ducking out of the way of one man who looked exactly like Merlin, you ended up running right into someone else.

You fell right to the floor, Calcifer tumbling from your shoulder and sliding a few feet away due to the force, “Ah! Calcifer? Cal are you okay?”

“Shit! are you okay? I didn’t see you, I am so sorry,”

Ignoring the stranger above, you frantically look around for your lost friend and spot him a few feet away from you, curling up into a scared orange ball and shoving his snout under his hind leg to hide. You scramble over to him, scooping his small body into your arms and holding onto him tightly, “Oh Calcifer I’m so sorry! I should have never asked you to come with me, I know you hate it here and now look what happened,”

You couldn’t help the stress induced tears that welled in your eyes as you pet the shaking fox in your arms, “I’m okay, Y/n. Just a little shaken,” His voice was quiet and you knew he wasn’t being completely honest but you knew getting out of the crowded place was more important at that point.

A tall figure suddenly shadowed over you, making you cower out of instinct and scoot back a few paces, “Hey are you and your fox okay? Really, I didn’t see you. I should have been paying more attention, let me help you up,” A hand comes down offering to lift you from the dirty concrete.

With one arm tightly holding onto Calcifer, you use your other hand to grab onto the strangers and lift yourself up. “Thanks,” You mumble out quickly, keeping your head down and immediately walking away, your mind completely focused on getting the hell out of these cursed alleyways.

Once you had fallen out of the exit and back onto the cobblestone streets of Adelaide, you could finally take a deep breath. Leaning up against the cold stone wall near the entrance, you closed your eyes, sucking in the fresh air and gently petting the creature still firmly gripped in your arms.

A choked cry escapes you suddenly, “I am so sorry Calcifer,” You absolutely hated that you had caused your friend such a terrible experience. He could’ve gotten hurt, someone could’ve stolen him away from you, the street was so crowded you would’ve never found him again! Calcifer would’ve never forgiven you! Might not even forgive you now! Just the thought of it-

“Alright calm down kid... I’m perfectly fine. Paw hurts a little bit but, really, I’m okay,” the fox in your arms looked up at you, a small smile on his snout as he nuzzled into your hair.

“Are you sure? I can take you to the vet-” Before you can continue to worry about the injured animal, a deep voice sounds from above you.

“Uh hey...”

You quickly wipe the tears from your cheeks and look up, eyes widening in surprise as you stare into steely iris’s that seemed to have a mission on copying the sky that day. “H-hello,”

As you stared at the burly looking man in front of you, you couldn’t help but side eye his stature. Adorning all black with little glints of silver rings and buckles here and there, a few tiny scars marking his well-structured jaw and cheek bones, and good god those boots must be so heavy and-is that a metal hand peeking out from the long sleeve of his leather jacket?! This guy is too scary to be this attractive...

“I uh... I was the one to bump into you earlier. It’s totally my fault and I really didn’t mean for you to drop your fox like that-it’s just that my familiar took off and I just wasn’t paying attention and it seemed like a pretty bad fall and you were so focused on protecting your pet-” “He’s not a pet,” you spit out quickly, a stern glare etched into your features.

“R-right, right sorry-I just-I was-I misspoke...” he trailed awkwardly, roughly dragging a hand through brunette hair and grimacing at his own failure to compose a sensible response.

“Are you a witch?” you mumble out quietly, your glare softening into a more apprehensive, yet curious, stare.

“Uh yeah, yeah I’m only entry level though. My friend Sam helped me get into the market so I could get a few things but then...ya know”

You stood silently, not exactly sure of what this weirdo wanted from you. If he thought you were going to apologize he was very mistaken. What if he planned to rob you? To take Calcifer and run? The thought made your grip on the animal even more secure, if that were even possible.

“Is your arm okay?” Worried eyes gazed down at your arm and the man took a small step forward.

“What?” You try to flinch away from the soft grasp of his hand around your bicep, but only end up pushing yourself against the wall.

The man inspected the inflamed scrape that burned a path along your forearm and up to your elbow, “That looks pretty bad doll, do you want some medicine? I think I might have a little with me. Hey Sibi!”

“Holy shit!” A sharp intake of breath forced its way into your lungs as you saw a giant white wolf bound up to the man. Your breathing sped up, heartbeat following along with it as you gazed upon the giant beast.

“Do you mind? I gotta get into my bag,” He asked gently, the wolf immediately turning to give him easy access to a large pack that was slung over her back, “Thanks Sibi, can you go find Sam? Tell him I’ll be a bit longer than expected,” The wolf let out a gruff noise of agreement and nodded it’s head before heading back through the magical entrance.

The man turned back around and walked towards you once more. You didn’t flinch this time when he reached for your arm, careful to make sure you had a good grip on Cal before opening a bottle of light blue gel and tapping some out onto the palm of his hand, “My name is Bucky, by the way,”

“Okay,” you mumble out awkwardly, your anxious nature getting the best of you and blocking any form of friendly communication to come across while Bucky covers your wound with the gel.

“Her name is Y/n, I’m Calcifer,” You stare down incredulously at the fox, not expecting him to introduce you to this stranger.

Bucky smiled up at you and the fox, shiny white teeth on display, “Pretty name for a pretty girl,”

The comment instantly made your face heat up in embarrassment. “Thank y-you...”

Bucky straightened up after he was done dressing your wound, thankfully taking a step back to give you some space. Why wasn’t he leaving? Why did he care so much about some rando he ran into at the market? Maybe this was just a front to try and rob you...

“Well uh... I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed real spooked back there and I could tell you hurt your arm so I just wanted to check up on ya,” Bucky’s eyes shined brightly as he explained himself. A pink tint colored his cheeks and neck as he sheepishly stared down at the ground.

His shy nature made your lips tilt into a small smile of your own and you couldn’t help thinking about how cute he looked like that, “thank you, that’s very kind,” you mumbled out.

There was a beat of silence as you and Bucky avoided each other's eye contact before a familiar patronizing voice interrupted, “Hey kid if you’re done flirtin’ with this guy can we go home? I’m starvin’ right now,”

“Calcifer!” you scold immediately, the familiar burn of pure embarrassment instantly appearing across your face.

Bucky, however, didn’t seem to be bothered by the fox’s comment and burst out into a fit of deep chuckles, running his metal hand through the long tresses of rich brown hair.

“Your fox is cute,”

The comment made Calcifer let out a gruff murmur of disagreement, making you join Bucky in his laughter, “Yeah, I’m really happy he chose to stay with me. Um... I should probably go. Cal hasn’t eaten since breakfast and I still need to go to the butcher-” “There’s a butcher in this town?” The pure curiosity on Bucky’s face made your smile grow that much more as he finally took in his surroundings.

“Yeah, it’s about two blocks down from here, it’s Calcifer's favorite place,” You say, backing up a few steps to signal your exit.

“A-alright! well, uh it was nice meeting you! Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” The male witch fumbles with his words as he realizes the conversation is ending.

“Sure, maybe,” you nod in agreement, fully turning around and beginning the walk towards your destination.

As you walked away you couldn’t help but let the small smile on your face grow. What a dork he was... Almost as awkward as you were, the way he kept messing with his hair- ”He’s still lookin’ at ya... And what was all that stuff you were thinking about getting robbed? Why were you so fixated on gettin’ robbed?”

“Calcifer for christ’s sake!” Your voice was filled with exasperation, rolling your eyes at the familiar's comments and ignoring the fact that the cute witch was still watching you walk away.

“Are you seriously thinking about how him staring at you is cute? Humans are so weird...”

“Stop reading my thoughts you creep!”

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A groan echoed throughout your apartment as a streak of the bright morning sun landed on your eyes and woke you from your slumber. Clapping a hand down onto your eyes to block the light, you roughly slide it down in hopes of wiping the fatigue that plagued you. Slowly but surely, you untangled yourself from your sheets, stretching your waking limbs and yawning with an over dramatic sound. You blindly felt around for your phone that was lying on the floor directly by your mattress. Once you located the small device, you tapped it on and read the time. 10:47 am, Sunday...Fantastic.

You laid on your mattress for a bit, unaware of anything but your tired bones. The only reason you didn’t fall back asleep right then and there was the light buzz that came from your phone. You lazily picked it back up and stared at the too bright screen, taking a moment to comprehend the text that popped up on your home screen.

Wanda Maxi: Hey! Are you on your way?

What? On my way...

“OH FUCK” You bolt out of bed, slipping on part of your sheet that was draped onto your wooden flooring and almost face planting.

“Calcifer wake up we gotta have brunch with Wanda and Vis!” you scream out to nothing specific, unaware of where your familiar was.

As quickly as possible, you gathered an outfit, shoved a toothbrush into your mouth to brush it a little too harshly, got your hair ready, and threw your clothes on. It’s not until you’re almost done getting ready before you see the bright fox bolt in from the balcony, “How could you forget about brunch? This happens every week for fucks sake!”

“This isn’t entirely my fault! You knew about it too!” you argue while lathering deodorant onto your underarms, already sweating from the stress of the situation.

“I’m a fox! You think I keep alarms?” he yells back at you, not bothering to stop and look at you as he gathers your things while you hurriedly tried to shove your foot into a shoe.

Once your shoes were on and Calcifer had given you everything you’d need, you ran to your door and swung it open, “You wanna run with me or do you want me to carry you?”

“Oh please you can barely run by yourself. You couldn’t handle the weight,” Calcifer scoffs, running between your legs and out of the apartment.

You immediately lock your door and run after him, “So rude...” you huff to yourself and catch up to the fox.

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It only took you about five minutes to sprint across town and make it to the small clay cottage that your friends had lived in for years now. The mossy dark brown Terracotta roof and grey wooden door that had ivy vining in and out of it gave a lovely natural look to the house and you couldn’t help but admire the wonderful home the couple had built.

Calcifer’s quiet pants mixed with your wheezing as you stumbled up to the door and knocked loudly to signal your arrival. The door swung open, revealing a smirking Wanda.

“You woke up late again didn’t you?”

Still catching your breath, you nodded and followed her into her home. Wanda looked gorgeous, as always, wearing a light and flowing yellow sundress with matching shoes and a pretty white ribbon that was tied into her hair.

“I’m so sorry Wanda, neither of us set an alarm,” you breathed out, following her towards the kitchen.

“It’s okay sweetie, we didn’t have to wait or anything, all of us were busy talking about the latest man who was admitted into the Grand Council,” she smiled back at you, warm eyes shining from the sunlight that was coming through the glass doors that led to their garden.

You tilt your head in confusion when you realize her phrasing, “All of us?”

Wanda gently put a fist to her temple, her face twisting into a slight grimace, “I’m sorry sweetie I completely forgot to mention I invited some friends today! Don’t worry, they’re both great and I’m sure you’ll get along just fine,”

You nod your head hesitantly, not entirely believing your friend. You wondered who she had invited... Many times over Wanda and Vision have told stories about their old friends who they had met throughout their lives. From your understanding, they had built a wonderful family together and had helped and cared for each other for years so you had no doubt they would be friendly.

Before you had time to voice whatever worries you had, you were interrupted by the fall of multiple pairs of footsteps. It didn’t take long for three men to walk into the room, all talking enthusiastically over each other. You automatically recognized the slim man walking over to Wanda as Vision, his bright eyes greeting you as he wrapped his arms around Wanda’s slim waist.

You turn to the other two guests and are unable to hold in an audible gasp when you recognize one of them. Those chilling eyes copied yours as they widened to an almost comical size.

“Y/n...” The sound of your name coming from his full, pink lips made your hands clam up.

He was dressed much more formal today with a navy blue sweater over a button up shirt, dark jeans and the cutest wing-tipped shoes you’d ever seen. He looked like he had just gotten out of church with his grandmother.

“H-hello..” you mutter back, a heavy cloud of confusion and stress surrounding itself around you.

“Oh...Do you-do you guys know each other already?” Wanda tilts her head a curious finger flickering between the two of you as her squinting eyes try to find the connection.

Bucky glances at you, then Wanda, then back at you, as if to ask the question of who would be telling the tale of your meeting. You however settled for staring up at the ceiling, handing that responsibility off to Bucky.

“We um, bumped into each other at the market the other day,” his answer comes after a slight moment of hesitation.

You held back a scoff at his choice of words... More like you ran over me and almost killed my familiar.

“Oh great! So then you’ll only have to meet Sam,” Wanda smiles and gestures to the stranger who had refrained from speaking up until now.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam Wilson,” he greets you with a bright smile, a charming gap between his two front teeth and a warm glow emanating from rich brown eyes that winked mischievously.

He was quite handsome and his automatic charm caused the fog of awkward shyness to thicken in your mind, “Nice to meet you too,” you smile politely and shove your hand out for him to shake.

A deep chuckle sounds from within his muscular chest as he grasps your hand and gives a firm shake. You quickly tell him your name before stepping back and allowing a new conversation to start. It was hard to focus on what everyone was saying as you felt the obvious gaze of Bucky peering at you from across the kitchen. You found the best way to keep yourself from staring back at him was to focus on the small amount of dirt that you could see hidden underneath your nails. You really needed to get them done again... Although it gets pretty difficult to achieve correct measurements with the long pointy acrylics that seem to be your go-to choice.

“I dunno man, I just have really bad vibes about that Pierce guy... Steve agrees with me,” Sam’s comment brings you back to the conversation which you had apparently zoned out of.

“Where is Steven? I thought he said he would be able to attend today?” Vision, always the formal talker, had a questioning glint to his eyes as he switched his focus from Sam to Bucky, then back.

“Liberty wasn’t feeling too good so he had to take her to a vet,” Bucky was the one to answer.

“Liberty?” a questioning tilt to your head signals your confusion.

Bucky smiles at you before answering, “Yeah, she’s Steve’s pet. Super cute golden retriever that he picked up at the pound a couple years back,”

“Oh... Is he not a witch like you guys?” it surprised you that there was someone amongst their group that wasn’t practicing magic.

Bucky subconsciously takes a step towards you, his body language changing to signal he was now solely focused on you, “Yeah he tried a few years ago but, it didn’t really go too well,”

As Bucky answered he held up his metal prosthetic and wiggled his fingers, “Are you serious?! Your friend did that to you?” you gasp in shock, your eyes widening in amazement as you reach out to touch his arm without thinking.

The metal was smooth and you were so enamored by the new information as well as the mechanical appendage that you failed to notice how tense Bucky got and how multiple pairs of eyes were staring at you. Your fingertips gently ran over the cool ridges of metal sections, “Wow... Did he turn your arm metal or did... did something else happen?” you glance between pretty blue eyes and steely metal.

Bucky slowly reaches his arm out so you have a better view of what it’s like, “Actually that was kind of a joke,” he stutters, an awkward smile gracing his lips, “The real story is way more depressing,” he mumbles.

You halt your movements and stare up at him, the familiar yet heavy weight of embarrassment settling itself deep within your chest, “O-oh... I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to overstep-” You pull your hands away, folding them tightly against your chest.

“No it’s okay! Really I’ve had a lot worse interactions,” he chuckles and reassures you once again that you didn’t overstep any boundaries.

You nod in understanding but inevitably go back into your default of shy silence. Bucky stares down at you with a kind smile in hopes of making you feel a little less like an ass. It doesn’t work.

After a few moments of deafening silence, Wanda makes a move over to the oven, “Alright everyone, quiche time!”

“Aren’t you vegan?” Bucky mumbles, walking over to the table and preparing to sit down. As Wanda gives her response and mentions the fake eggs she found at the market, you walk over to the table as well. Bucky pulls out the seat closest to you and gives you a reassuring nod. You give a thankful smile and sit down, allowing him to help you push it back towards the table.

“Thank you,” your quiet voice has Bucky grinning as he sits down next to you.

“Of course, doll”

Brunch goes off without any more awkward spells and with the help of Wanda’s amazing skills in the kitchen, you begin to feel yourself relax with each bite you take. The afternoon goes on with the others telling you about how they met, silly stories about their friendly adventures, and at some point the conversation turned to you and what it had been like growing up a witch. It was a unique characteristic that none of your friends, new or old, had experienced.

“Well, my dad is the one who originally got me into it... He was an aura reader like Wanda, and my mom focused more on spell casting and potions,” a warm grin on your lips signal the fondness your memories bring as you tell about your childhood, everyone was completely invested.

“especially Bucky” Calcifer pointed out silently, giving you a knowing smirk from where he sat on the floor next to you.

oh fuck off you stupid fox

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With full stomachs and a few full containers of leftovers, you, Sam, and Bucky stood gathered outside of Wanda’s front door as you all belted out a chorus of goodbye’s and excellent days.

“It was really nice meeting you Y/n, make sure to keep in touch! I’ll be waiting for a carrier owl,” Sam winks at you as he begins to walk down the path towards the sidewalk, effectively leaving you and Bucky by yourselves.

“He didn’t even let me say goodbye back...” you mumble out, staring at the confident figure that now waited at the property line by a pretty bush of hydrangeas.

“Yeah... He’s weird like that,” Bucky agrees, glancing at his friend before fully turning his attention to you, “um so I’ve been meaning to maybe like... um maybe get your contact info? I just... I was maybe thinking we could grab like, tea or something sometime?”

As you take in Bucky’s words, you can’t help but notice the awkward and anxious movements he had started, reminding you of the first day you had met him. It made your lips twitch up just slightly.

“Oh? like, my phone number?” the dumb answer almost had you on your knees with how hard you cringed.

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle, “Uh yeah, yeah or like maybe an address? Or ugh that’s probably too personal-” “No! no it’s um it’s not,” you answer a little too quickly, discreetly pinching the skin on the back of your hand as punishment for your blatant lack of social skills.

After a quick beat of neither of you knowing what to do, you finally speak back up, “You could come over tomorrow if you’d like,”

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why would he want to come over so- “Yeah I’d love to!” Bucky answers enthusiastically, pulling his phone out from his back pocket and holding it out to you, “Just give me your number and I'll text you, we can figure out the details later, K?”

You gingerly take the smartphone in your hands and type in your number, forgetting to put a name in for yourself before handing it back to him. Bucky’s hand slightly brushes yours as he takes it back and you’re too busy focusing on the lingering feeling on your hand that you miss the cheeky grin on Bucky’s face as he types in a contact name.

“Hey tin soldier! You ready yet?” Sam’s smooth voice has you turning around with a start at his unexpected call.

Bucky nods towards his friend, waving him off and turning back to you, “So I’ll uh, see you tomorrow,”

“Tomorrow,” You confirm with a nod of your own.

Bucky’s smile grows tenfold and he takes a small step towards you, hesitating for only a moment before he leans in and gives a chaste kiss to the apple of your cheek. He doesn’t wait around to see your reaction, jogging over to Sam and slapping him on the shoulder before walking off down the cobblestone streets.

Standing with your eyes the size of the moon and your face as hot as the goddamn sun, you don’t fail to catch the string of comments that your sleazy little fox makes.

“Oh Bucky please just take me away! I’m too shy and socially inept to even speak to you properly, please I just love you sooooo much!” Calcifer’s high pitched mocking made your blood boil as he wheezed with laughter.

“Shut up you stupid fox!” you yell at him, hooking your foot underneath his belly and pushing up and forward to flip him on his side.

The reynard continued to cackle hysterically as you walked away from him. You could hear the broken comments he made as Calcifer continued to berate you on the bumpy interactions you always seemed to have with the handsome witch.

“You’re sleeping outside tonight!” you call back to him, a smug tilt to your lips.

The laughing stopped immediately and was replaced by the clicking of little nails on mossy stone.

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Calcifer’s eyes were glued to your figure as you made a mad dash around your apartment to make sure everything was clean and properly put away. Your socks allowed you to slide across the wooden floors as you shoved the rest of your freshly cleaned towels into a closet and slam it shut. Quickly turning the other way to sprint then slide the rest of the way to your little kitchenette where an almost comically small oven bakes banana nut muffins.

“You are a nervous wreck right now kid,” Cal points out, a hint of worry in his mostly humorous tone.

You look over at him, cringing at the realization that, yeah, you probably do look like a nervous wreck...

“It’s just that... No one has been over in a while and the last person that did come over was Wanda and I know she doesn’t care all that much about my tidiness so it was okay but I have no clue as to how Bucky is going to react and it's not like I don’t want to impress him, I mean I don’t need to impress him like my life doesn’t depend on what he thinks but,” “Christ’s sake kid-” “I mean for gods sake my bed is on the floor! He’ll probably think I’m some broke slob who-” Knock Knock

“Oh my gods,” you whisper scream, no doubt did your aura radiate pure panic...

You shuffle over to the door, shoving your face up against it to look through the peephole and make sure it was the only person you were expecting. Taking a deep breath, you try and center yourself, then open the door.

“Good morning, Bucky!” you greet, a bright smile on your face as you take in your guest’s appearance.

Bucky is looking extra handsome today as he wears a dark grey cardigan over a white shirt, dark fitted jeans and, to your extreme surprise, black Converse.

“Hey, Doll” he smiles back softly at you, quickly taking in your simple outfit of a cute yellow crop top and black shorts, “T-these are for you,” he mutters quickly and pulls a pretty bouquet of wildflowers out from behind his back.

You beam at the thoughtful gesture and Calcifer doesn’t miss the sense of pride that Bucky gives off at your excited reaction, “Wow, Bucky these are so cute! I love them, thank you very much,” gingerly taking the bundle of fragrant colors, you invite your guest inside and immediately go to your kitchenette to find a receptacle for them.

Once you find a nice little vase to put them in you spin back around to find Bucky looking around your small apartment, “Um...It’s not much-but the rent is really good and since it’s just me and Cal it works out pretty nice. If you aren’t comfortable we can always-” “I love it, Y/n. It’s really... you,” he glances back towards you, the look in his eyes warming you from deep within your chest.

“Hey, tin man” the both of you jump slightly as Calcifer interrupts the thoughtful interaction.

Bucky crouches down and reaches his hand out to the fox, “Hey... Nice to see you again Calcifer”

“Where’s your dog?” completely ignoring Bucky’s polite greeting, Calcifer passes by him.

“Oh uh... Sibi is still in training so I didn’t think it’d be a good idea to bring her into someone else’s home just yet,” the man answers awkwardly, dropping his hand and standing back up to his full height.

Calcifer be nice you little skeez.

I’m just tryin’ get to know the guy, alright?

You roll your eyes at the red animal and tell him to go onto the balcony. He thankfully listens, giving you and Bucky some privacy.

“Sorry about him... He can be a little difficult sometimes,” you apologize quickly, nervously rubbing your clammy hands on the front of your shorts.

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, “It’s alright, I understand,”

You give a questioning look at his phrasing and he quickly moves to elaborate, “Well, uh I guess-Ya know- since you guys are really close... I can understand why he would be protective because um, well since I’m like I’m trying to-” “Trying to what?”

Bucky’s face was beet red as he tried and failed to explain himself to you, who had absolutely no idea what he was going on about, “In any case, I’m sure he’ll warm up to you soon,” you smile warmly at him and turn towards your oven.

The embarrassed man watches as you take out the piping hot tray of muffins and set them out on the counter to cool. His stomach growls low as the deliciously sweet smell hits his nostrils.

“How about we go sit down while those cool off?” you suggest and lead Bucky over to the small sofa that sat against the only free wall.

You tuck yourself into one corner, folding your legs so they were pressed against your chest as you tried to give Buck as much room as possible. It was quite adorable to see the tall, beefy guy try and squeeze himself onto your small couch. A quiet laugh escapes you and he glances towards you, his cheeks tinged pink, “Guess M’not really made for studio apartment sized things,” he chuckles.

Glad to see he isn’t upset about the cramped seating arrangement, you relax a little bit and start asking Bucky about his life. The two of you fall into easy conversation, talking about your childhood, past and current friends, how Bucky got into magic, your familiars and anything else that came to your minds.

By the time there was a slight lull in conversation, it was already mid afternoon and you couldn’t help the growls that sounded from your stomach.

“Um, do you want me to make us some lunch? I have like, sandwich stuff or mac n cheese?” you ask, swinging your legs off the couch and standing up to stretch.

“Yeah that sounds good, you want me to help?” Bucky follows your movements and you shake your head.

“S’okay, if you want you can go onto the balcony and I’ll be right out,” You smile up at him, turning to your little kitchen and focusing on making lunch.

Bucky makes his way out onto your balcony covered in vining plants and hanging bottles filled with god knows what. Calcifer was asleep on a slightly rusted chair in the corner, his tail and legs curled into his body, making him look like a furry ball of orange. Bucky had never seen a work space quite like it. Sam was more of a trader so there wasn’t much potion making in the home they shared together. As he stared in wonder at all of the bottles covering the antique desk and a good part of the floor, curiosity got the best of him and Bucky couldn’t help but to start picking them up and exploring what was inside.

Most of the bottles were labelled so he didn’t need to worry about those ones, the curious man was more interested in the unmarked ones. Popping off the cork to a green glass bottle filled with a powder, he brought his nose up to sniff and immediately gagged at the overpowering scent.

“What is that?” he grumbled quietly to himself, closing that one and picking up a new one.

This bottle did in fact have a label, but it was chicken scratch and for the life of him, Bucky couldn’t tell what the hell it meant as he picked up the murky glass bottle filled with what seemed to be a bright purple fog and opened it, taking in a quick whiff.

Almost immediately Bucky felt the effects of the mystery potion and he had to steady himself on the desk so he wouldn’t fall over. Blinking a few times, he gathered his wits and slowly stood straight up.

“Whaaat are you doing?” Your curious voice from the sliding door made Bucky jump and spin around, hiding the bottle behind his back.

Your eyes quickly shift from the chilling blue irises of your guest to the suspicious amount of movement happening behind his large frame. Bucky lets out a quick scoff before answering, “What? Nothing, just checkin stuff out ya know,”

His poor attempt at a casual demeanor was lost on you and it was quite evident in the suspicious squint of your eyes as you continued to stare at the man in front of you.

“Which bottle did you sniff?” you ask flatly, sticking your hand out expectantly, the other hand making its way onto your hip.

“I-I didn’t sniff any bottle,” Bucky mutters out, metal hand going up to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly.

You waited only a moment before he spoke again, seemingly unable to hold back his comment, “That’s a lie I sniffed this bottle,”

He immediately took a bottle out from behind his back and placed it in your still awaiting palm. You knew what it was as soon as you saw the color of the substance inside and began to laugh. It was the hardest you had laughed all day and the resounding noise of your joyous fit surely made its way down to the cobblestone streets below. Your right hand left its initial place on your hip and placed itself over the left side of your chest as you bent over to steady yourself.

“Y-you just inhaled a shit ton of Truth-Be-Told Smoke” You cackled out loudly.

Bucky, though entirely confused, couldn’t help the smile that painted itself onto his pink lips as he stared at your beautiful figure shaking from the prettiest laughing fit he had ever heard, “Your laugh is really pretty,” he blurted out, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth afterwards.

The compliment startled you enough to calm your laughter and straighten your posture back out, “Thank you, Buck. So I’m just gonna assume you’re wondering what’s happening right now,” He answered you by quickly nodding his head.

You giggled and continued on, “Basically, this stuff is used mainly as a partial ingredient in other potions, but by itself, especially undiluted, it’s a high performing truth serum. You won’t be able to say anything except for what comes to your mind for quite some time,”

“That makes me really nervous,” Bucky’s voice sounds strained as the hand that was covering his mouth moves to wipe down his face in stress.

“Well don’t go sniffin’ a girl’s potions next time!” you giggle out, walking over to return the potion to its proper place.

“You smell really good,” before you have a chance to react bucky groans in frustration, “Fuck I am so sorry,”

A light laugh escapes your lips and you look up at Bucky’s grimacing face, “It’s okay, I don’t mind. Plus it’s nice to know I made the right decision on what body wash to buy,”

You motion Bucky to follow you back inside, ensuring there would be no more accidental roofying. Two sandwiches sit side by side on the small sofa, a little pile of chips next to each one.

“This is really kind of you, Y/n” Bucky smiles, lifting up both plates of food and waiting for you to get comfy next to him before handing you one.

“It’s no problem Bucky, you’re my friend now and-” “I don't want to be your friend,” he bursts out, making you frown.

Bucky quickly fixes his mistake, “No sorry- I uhm- I misspoke I-I don’t want to just be your friend.” another grimace makes its way onto his face, “That’s embarrassing for me to say, I’m embarrassed,”

If you weren’t already sweating nervously, you were now. Clammy hands grip at the paper plate on your lap as you try and will your face to extinguish the fire that has engulfed it. “B-Bucky, I um…”

“I’m sorry I said that… It probably makes you never want to see me again,” Bucky mutters out, anxiously playing with the small pile of potato chips.

“Actually…” you begin, taking a deep breath and continuing, “It doesn’t bother me at all,”

Bucky lets out a long breath of air, “Holy shit really? That’s fucking awesome because I wasn’t gonna tell ya that today but then I smelt that thing and I’m sweating real bad right now with how nervous I am-I should not have said that, but now that you said what you just said-”

You put your hand up, signaling for the witch to stop his word vomit and laughed, “Bucky you don’t need to worry… Honestly, I am just as nervous as you,”

Maybe it was because of the state Bucky was currently in, maybe it was because of something completely unrelated, but it made you feel brave enough to admit more than what you would’ve ever imagined. Bucky somehow willed himself into eating his sandwich, stopping every once in a while to blurt out a random compliment about you, the food, your apartment, anything. He even complimented how adorable it was that your mattress was on the floor, saying it just made everything feel so much comfier and he wished his apartment was like this. You took the comments in stride on the outside, though on the inside you were dying out of embarrassment. No one had ever said such nice things about you, and to the volume that Bucky was going, even if it was against his will, it still shocked you a bit.

By the time you were both done eating, the effects of the smoke seemed to slow down a bit, which allowed the nervous man beside you to withhold all of his thoughts, though it did keep him from lying still. As you stood to clean up the plates and napkins used during lunch, Bucky mimicked you, following you to the kitchen.

“Today was really nice Bucky...Thank you for coming over,” you smile up at the tall man beside you and try not to swoon when he returns the warm smile.

There wasn’t a beat of hesitation before Bucky responded, “It was my pleasure, sweetheart,”

The term of endearment had your face aflame, something that has become a recurring struggle whenever you were around Bucky and his stupid compliments that always got to you.

“Ya know, you’re quite the sweet talker when there’s nothing holding you back,” you tease playfully, making Bucky let out a quick bark of laughter.

“Was I not a sweet talker before? I must have had some kinda skill since ya let me spend the whole day here,” a sly smirk is pulling at the corners of his lips as Bucky leans down closer to you in a mocking way.

You roll your eyes and put a hand to his shoulder, effectively pushing him away and giving yourself some much needed space. If you didn’t breathe properly soon, you were gonna pass out.

Bucky stayed at your place for a bit longer until he got a text from Sam saying that Sibi was getting anxious and that she missed him. You couldn’t help the grin that made its way onto your face when he explained why he had to leave, thinking it was absolutely adorable that Bucky was the only one who was able to calm that gigantic wolf. When it was time for him to go, it became a waiting game of who was going to initiate the final goodbye.

Standing by your front door, leaning on the trim, you stared into the piercing blue eyes of the man opposite of you, completely unsure of what to say. In all honesty, you didn’t think it’d go this well. For Bucky to spend the entire day cramped up in your apartment with you, eating snacks and joking around as if you had known each other for years… It shocked you a bit when you truly thought about it.

Bucky sighed, leaning against the opposite frame of the door as he stared back down at you, “So…” a nervous hand came up to subconsciously tangle into the hairs on the nape of his neck, the Truth Be Told must be wearing off, “I um… Today was really great,”

You nod your head in agreement, “Yeah it uh-it was,” your fingers begin to tangle and pull at each other.

“Do you...Maybe wanna...Do it again? Soon?” he mumbles out, breaking eye contact as he begins to focus on his shoes.

A little pinch to the back of your hand ensures that what you just heard was real and you nod, “yes, that’d be awesome! I um… Whenever you’re free of course,”

Y/n and Tin Man sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

You quickly turn around to see Calcifer prancing in a circle in the middle of your apartment, a sly grin on his face.

Gods what are you Five? Shut up you stupid fox! I’m gonna throw you off the balcony!

“Doll? You okay?” Bucky chuckles lightly as he sees your face scrunched up into a cute little scowl that makes him want to squish your face between his hands.

Calcifer's annoying cackles were heard echoing in your apartment as you turned back around to face Bucky, “Yeah, yeah no I’m good… You were saying?”

“Just that I was free on Thursday, if you maybe wanted to get coffee with me… But it’s really no big deal if you don’t want to, I would understa-” “No! Er-I mean yes! Yes. I would love to get coffee with you on Thursday,” You cringe at your awkward response and bite the inside of your lip to keep yourself from screaming in embarrassment.

The bright smile on Bucky’s face grounds you a little bit and gives you the courage to meet his pretty blue irises, “So Doll, I uh was thinking-” Before he can finish his thought, Bucky’s phone pings loudly, making you jump a little, “Sorry” He murmurs.

Snatching it from the pocket of his jeans, Bucky takes a look then immediately lets out a quiet sigh, “That’s Sam, I really gotta go,”

Trying not to let the disappointment show, you nod your head and straighten up, silently wishing he could stay longer, “Okay...Um I’ll see you on Thursday then…”

Bucky’s head tilts to the left as he considers your shy demeanor and he can’t help but reach out with his right hand and lightly grasps yours, “I’ll see you on Thursday, pretty girl,”

You suck in a breath, feeling Bucky lightly tug on your hand and willingly following his lead. Taking a tiny step forward, which was really all you could take with how close the two of you were all ready, the breath your holding tightens in your chest as Bucky leans down closer to you. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek, the brush of his long eyelashes ghosting over your temples, and the light squeeze on your wrist from his large hand. Bucky’s lips were soft as they pressed against the corner of your mouth in a light kiss that made you feel like you were in the clouds.

It didn’t last as long as you’d like and once he pulled away, you were able to let out the painful breath that stayed in your lungs for way too long. Bucky gave a quick wave before backing up a few paces, turning around, and walked the rest of the way down the hall. Leaving you to stand there breathless with the lingering feeling of his soft touches.

“You two are gross,” The floaty feeling that had fallen over you evaporated as you heard the familiar’s voice from behind you.

“I’m gonna hit you so hard,” You yell over your shoulder, turning around and slamming the door behind you. You pick up a slipper by your door and make your way over to the cackling fox.

“W-wait wait! OW”

“Stupid fox”

✸ ✴ ✦

-3 Months Later-

“Steve c’mon, stop interrogating my girl and come help set the tent up!” Steve turns his attention from you to his best friend, a smile on his face as he gets up to help Bucky set up the large canvas tent.

“We will continue this later,” the blonde says pointedly before leaving you by yourself at the wooden picnic table.

It had only been a little over three months since you had met Bucky Barnes, exactly two since he had worked up the courage to officially ask you to be “his girl” as he put it, and two hours since you had properly met Steven Rogers. How you had gone so long without meeting Bucky’s platonic other half was beyond you, but apparently the guy was a busy bee, and since your little potion shop out of your apartment had taken off, you didn’t exactly have much free time on your hands either. Fortunately, with a little luck and a lot of asking around for favors and covers for work, You, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Wanda, Vis, and all of your respective animals were able to take a long weekend to go camping.

“Are you guys ready to eat? These sandwiches won’t keep for much longer,” Wanda stands up from the green metal cooler, hands full of deli sandwiches that she had made for the trip.

A chorus of agreeance sounded across the cozy little site you had booked as you all gathered around the redhead. Bucky came up beside you, wrapping his metal arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss to the crown of your hair.

“You excited for the weekend, doll?” he murmurs into your hair sweetly before placing a few more kisses there.

You laugh lightly at his endearing behavior and smile up at him, “Of course I am Buck. I may never get the chance to spend this much time outside of my apartment again,” you joke, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss your boyfriend on the sharp line of his jaw.

After everyone had gotten a sandwich, along with whatever they wanted to drink or eat with it, you all squeezed onto the benches of the picnic table and began to chow down. Everyone talked animatedly about what the plans were for the rest of the weekend. Swimming, fishing, “Building a bomb ass fire” as Sam gracefully put it, all of it sounded like a blast to you. If you were being honest, you were just excited to be out of your apartment for more than a few hours at a time.

“So, you’re a potion maker huh?” Steve asks, mouth half full of potato chips.

Bucky lets out a groan and rolls his eyes, “Stevie let the girl breathe for fucks sake,”

The group laughs at Bucky’s annoyance, but then looks at you, “Well, uh yeah… I um was taught at a young age, so it’s something I’m really good at and I know it’s not the best job or anything-” ''It’s an awesome job, kid. I think you’re doing real good. Our own little entrepreneurial witch!” Sam interrupts your babbling, a bright smile on his face as he pats your back just a little too forcefully.

“I mean… I’m not a witch so I obviously don’t really get it like everyone else does, but you seem to be doing really well,” Steve assures you, sending a sense of pride into your chest.

You had managed to impress Steve Rogers… Not bad, Y/n.

The guy is actin’ like he’s Tin Man's father… The hell is that about?

You turn your head over to where Calcifer is curled up on a dark blue camping chair, bright yellow eyes trained on the blonde man who was still stuffing his mouth with food.

Calcifer they’ve been friends for ages, it’s normal.

The fox lets out a quiet snuff in response before getting up from the chair and trotting over to the table.

“Cal do you want some of my turkey?” Bucky asks, taking a few pieces of turkey from his sandwich and setting it beside him on the table.

Calcifer doesn’t answer, just hops up on the bench and silently eats the portion of meat. It’s taken a while for Calcifer to warm up to Bucky… And though progress if few and far between, the two have definitely gotten closer in the past couple of weeks. The biggest issue at first was how crazy Sibi acted around other familiars, but after a while and a good amount of training from you and Bucky, the hyperactive wolf finally settled and was on track to be a wonderful helper for her witch in training.

“So… Do you guys have any plans of moving in together soon?” Wanda hesitates as she not so sneakily takes a chip from Vis’s plate.

You and Bucky look to each other for only a moment before responding, “We’ve been looking at places to go. It’s hard cause we wanna stay in Adelaide but without buyin’ a whole house, there aren’t many options for apartments,” Bucky explains, a small shrug to his shoulders.

“And there’s no way all four of us could fit in my apartment,” you add, copying Bucky’s shrug.

Neither of you were in too much of a hurry to find a place of your own, as you were both content in the homes you were in now. The idea of living with Bucky was quite appealing but you knew the more realistic thing to do would be to wait, save, and research to make sure you both lived in a comfortable environment.

“You guys are so cute it makes me wanna die! Who knew you’d be the ultimate witchy power couple?” Wanda’s swooning caused you to laugh a little as Vision looked at her with mock hurt in his eyes as if to say ‘what are we then?’

Before anyone had a chance to add on, an unexpected voice responded, “I did,”

Your laughter immediately ceased and your attention snapped over to the other side of Bucky’s large frame. Calcifer sat proudly on his haunches as he gazed back at your shocked face.

“W-what do you mean you knew?” Bucky stuttered, equally as shocked as you were.

“I just knew. From the first day you guys met, it was obvious it was that true love bullshit you humans talk about,” the fox brushes off both yours and Bucky’s shock as if it was nothing.

The rest of the group laughs as the pair of you stutter out broken objections to Calcifer’s claim, “A-are you kidding me Cal? That stuff is like… a myth or something,”

“Yeah, I mean I’m in love with Y/n n’ all but-” “You’re in love with me?”

All of the banter around the table halts as five pairs of eyes stare at a now tomato faced Bucky Barnes. “U-um, yes. Yeah-I um, yeah I’m in love with you…” Bucky’s voice is quiet and you’re not sure if he actually said what you heard, but that thought is soon wiped from your mind as an eruption of cheers sounds from your friends.

A grin makes its way onto your face as you stare up at those pretty blue eyes that you really never got tired of looking at, and you can’t help but bring your hand up to run along the stubble of Bucky’s jaw, “I’m in love with you, Buck”

Bucky lets out a sigh of relief and immediately leans down to press his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, both of his large hands framing each side of your face to pull you closer to him.

“Told ya so”

“Shut up you stupid fox!”

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Moirai Chapter 17 (Finale)

Summary: On your 18th birthday a name appears on your wrist. The name of your soulmate. It’s a momentous day that everyone looks forward to, but you’ve always brushed aside; refusing to believe in a fickle mistress called destiny. But what happens when on the morning of your 18th birthday you wake to find the name of your mortal enemy? Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre: Soulmates au/ Enemies to lovers au. Angst, fluff, bickering, romance, eventual smut.

Word Count: 4488

Early morning light filtered through the curtains at your window and you watched as the evening shadows across your ceiling slowly disappeared. You’d barely slept last night, your mind running back and forth between what you should do. Letting go of a 12-year grudge would honestly be good for you…but you just didn’t know how.

You pushed your blankets away, sitting up on the side of your bed and staring down at your toes. The pedicure you’d gotten with Lizzy for your sister’s wedding was still in perfect condition and you wiggled your toes as distraction for your mind.

You had a team meeting this morning at 6am sharp so you really needed to get ready quickly. You’d already been lying in bed 5 minutes after your alarm went off.

Heart clenched with dread, you began quickly preparing for your day, showering, dressing, and grabbing a bagel on the way out the door. Traffic was light this early in the morning and the sun had only just begun to rise. Hues of yellow and orange cast a somber calm in the quiet of your car.

A moment to relax before tackling what was sure to be a nightmare of a day. You spotted Jungkook nearly right away as you stepped into the conference room, but once his eyes caught yours, he shifted quickly, gaze trained on the ground and you watched with growing anxiety as his shoulders sagged.

In all honesty, you’d expected him to come after you right away. To hound you until you cried and begged for him to leave you alone, but this…this was so much worse. Like the leaves on an overwatered plant, he drooped and you could hardly maintain your countenance.

It had been an hour since that meeting and you felt like a zombie, making early morning rounds as you talked with patients about their upcoming procedures and went through paperwork. You knew this wouldn’t last forever; eventually he’d perk up enough to try one more time. That’s just who he was; a fixer. You both dreaded and wanted to see him, to talk to him.

What was there to even say, though? How do you start a long overdue conversation? How do you take down a wall you didn’t realize you’d even constructed?

Well, that wasn’t completely true. You’d known you’d put a wall up around your heart in an effort to protect yourself from him, you just hadn’t realized you’d made it so tall. You weren’t even sure you wanted to take it down yet.

Lizzy greeted you in the hallway, eyes wide and curious as you made your way closer. “Have you talked to him?” She queried gently and pursed her lips as you shook your head no. “Well, you really should at some point, even if it’s to tell him you don’t want to move forward. It would be good for the both of you to have some closure.”

“I know, Liz.” You sighed, “I just haven’t figured out what I want from him yet, whether I want to give him another chance or not. My heart says yes but my brain is telling me I’m a fool.”

Lizzy smiled soft, squeezing your arm. “Remember, it’s been a long time. You’ve both changed. You’re not an idiot for thinking maybe one more try wouldn’t hurt. If he hurt you again, though, I’d butcher him alive.”

You chuckled, careful to keep your volume down. The hallway was crowded today as you stood beside the nurse’s station. Mostly staff loitering outside of patient rooms, talking to one another about the next step in their patient plans.

“Hey, I’ve gotta go check on room 214. Wait here for me, will you?”

“Sure,” you nodded, “I don’t have much to do right this moment anyway.”

Lizzy walked a little further down the hallway, stepping into a room on the left and disappearing. “Hey, Salome, can you grab me Mr. Whittackers chart? I’ve got his surgery in a few hours.”

“Sure.” She smiled, standing and walking to the back wall, searching through the alphabetized manila folders.

“Y/N.” Someone said from behind you and your stomach lurched in discomfort.

Turning around, Jungkook stood looking more handsome than he had any right to. His under eyes were dark from what you presumed was lack of sleep and he’d forgotten to shave this morning. His gaze was paralyzing. “Can we talk?” He asked gently.

Not yet. Not here. You weren’t ready to be anything but angry right now. “No, we can’t.”

“Just for a moment?” He questioned again, moving to your side as you turned to look away from him. “I just want to-”

“No, Jungkook!” You insisted, glaring at him. “I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m too angry to talk to you nicely.”

Jungkook paused, Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I just-”

“I told you, it was all a mistake, I was being rash and stupid. Don’t bring it up anymore, it’s over.” You growled.

He swallowed hard, fingers going to rest on the desk beside you and you quickly spun away, walking in the direction Lizzy had headed only moments before.

“Please, Y/N, I just want to talk, it doesn’t have to be right now but I just want to explain. We could talk later tonight or in a few days, even in a week if that works better.” Jungkook pleaded, trailing after you and you rounded on him, face hot with emotion.

“You’re so selfish!” You shouted and you could hear the hallway’s noise soften to non-existent but it did nothing to dampen your rage. “Everything is always about you, isn’t it, Jungkook? Even after I’ve told you that I don’t want to talk about it you just. keep. picking! How many times do I have to tell you to back off? Your happily ever after doesn’t exist with me so stop hounding me!”

Jungkook’s face fell, eyes slowly filling with tears. Your heart ached at the sight but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing your regret. Salome stood looking stunned, medical chart extended awkwardly in her hand before her arm went limp and she stared down at the desk as though she weren’t witnessing your absolute train wreck of a meltdown.

You chanced a glance around you, spotting Lizzy standing just outside the doorway of 214, eyes heavy like a scolded puppy, and you stopped your rant to stare back at her. She was gripping the doorway beside her, shoulders sagging as she caught your eye. “This is not the place.” She whispered.

Your other coworkers stood around staring, attempting to shield patients from viewing the absolute cataclysm that was your life right now and you felt your anger fizzle like air in an untied balloon. The hairs at the back of your neck prickled and you turned slowly to find the hospitals president standing behind Jungkook, arms folded over his chest and looking like a bull about to be unleashed in a China shop.

“I want to see both of you in my office.” He looked around the hallway, the curious gazes of employees his audience. “Now.”

You swallowed down your cry of panic, smoothing your hand down one side of your scrubs and following the president towards his office, Jungkook behind you like a shadow. The hair on the back of your neck pricked once more from his proximity.

Namjoon directed the two of you into the seats facing his desk as he closed the door to his office. You’d never been in here before, but the deep mahogany of the desk and bookcases made everything feel so much more serious.

The president rounded his table, sitting calm in the cushions of his burgundy wingback. He eyed the two of you quietly, fingers drumming against the grain of his desk and you resisted the urge to squirm.

“Would one of you mind explaining to me why you’re turning my hallways into your own personal theater?” He finally asked. His voice was gentle but you could hear the steel in his tone.

“I apologize, sir,” Jungkook spoke first, “It’s my fault. I was just trying to have a private discussion with Y/N, but I should have waited until we were off the premises. This is not the place for that sort of conversation.”

“Then please explain to me why you didn’t wait.” Jungkook stayed silent and Namjoon sighed, removing the glasses from the bridge of his nose and tossing them idly onto his table. “Jungkook, you’re a first-year resident so it goes without saying that you’re still new here and to our procedures, but knowing the caliber of your school records, I find myself rather surprised. Is this something that’s going to be an issue? Do I need to transfer you?”

“No!” You interjected suddenly and both men turned to survey you. “I apologize for my outburst, sir, I just don’t think a transfer is necessary. Both Jungkook and I are responsible and I don’t think it’s fair to punish him for something we just need to discuss.”

“Then do so.” He replied; stern. “You’ve been with us a year now, Y/N, you should know better than to create a scene like that in the hallways of a professional environment. I’m disappointed. I’m giving you both three days suspension starting immediately. I expect you to use this time wisely.”

You nodded; numb, before standing from your seat and walking to the door with Jungkook in tow. The hall was empty when the two of you walked carefully from the office, closing the door behind you. Jungkook stood, fingers still lingering on the door handle as you pulled at the bottom of your shirt.

You’d never been reprimanded at work in your life. Shame turned your face hot and you just barely resisted the urge to cry.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.” Jungkook murmured. You couldn’t even look at him. Part of you was still mad, but another part of you knew this was also your fault. Locking feelings like this away only ever did damage. You couldn’t heal if you couldn’t just talk this out.

“Save it for later.” You said, rounding your shoulders. “We’re going to resolve this. Be at my apartment in an hour.”

“I don’t know your new address!” He said as you began to walk away.

“I’ll text it to you.” You called over your shoulder. You were angry and you needed the drive home to cry bitterly and get it out of your system before he got to your place. You wanted a drink badly, but you needed to be completely sober for something like this. Drinks were what got you into this mess in the first place.

One ugly cry and a short, hot shower later, you were pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants and a soft white sweater. You had just barely enough time to make some tea before Jungkook arrived.

A soft knock on the door roused your attention and you called out for him to come in. Jungkook stepped in carefully as you were pouring hot water into a mug and closed the door softly behind him.

“Cup of tea?” You asked, spooning some of the honey and lemon mixture into your hot water as you waited for his reply.

“What kind?” He asked carefully and you kept your eyes fixated on the swirling water in your cup as distraction from the shaky diction of his voice.

“The kind your mom would always give us when we were kids.”

Jungkook paused at the kitchen door, shoving his hands into the pockets of is jeans and leaning against the door frame. “Yes please.” He murmured.

“You can go wait in the living room.” You motioned over your shoulder before reaching for a second mug in the cupboard and preparing his drink.

You made your way in to the living room where he sat, looking small and unsure, and your heart lurched into your throat. You weren’t even sure where to begin.

You joined him on the couch, a space between you, and placed the mugs on the coffee table. Fingers twisted together, anticipation running high as you stared at the shag rug peeking between your toes. You’d thought about having this conversation many times before in the past but never imagined it would actually happen and now you didn’t know how to break the tension.

Jungkook sighed, leaning his head back against the couch and you looked over at him, watching the Adam’s apple in his throat jump. “Can I start?” He asked softly.

“Ok.” You murmured.

Silence descended for what felt too long to be reasonable but you knew he was gathering his thoughts. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t even begin to convey how sorry I am for just everything. This whole mess is all my fault, starting from day one. I never…I never knew that life would turn out this way.” He sat up, bending forward and grabbing his face in his hands.

“When we were kids, I was so stupid. I wish I could say things would be different if I’d had the perspective I do now, but 10-year-old Jungkook was an idiot. Turns out 30-year-old Jungkook is also an idiot.”

The room felt stuffy with heat and you realized belatedly that you’d forgotten to turn on the air conditioning when you’d gotten home earlier. Jungkook looked damp in his t-shirt and you certainly felt a little wet in your sweater, but you wanted to hear what he had to say too badly to stand up now.

“When we were younger, I started to resent you because our moms always forced us to play together and I just wanted to play with my other friends. Eventually that resentment faded because I felt inexplicably drawn to you. I didn’t know how to get closer and I was confused about why I’d even want to so I just tried to interact in the ways I knew how…which were stupid ways, but we’ve established how dumb I am already. Anyway, none of it was your fault, I just didn’t know how to communicate what I was thinking or feeling.”

He sighed, fingers linking together. “In college it really sunk in how stupid I’d been and I knew that the universe would throw us back together at some point so I decided I was going to show you how I’d changed and how much I regret that stupid decision I made, but I guess I still suck, huh? I’m so sorry, I never meant to try and force you to listen to me or have a conversation with me. Turns out I’m still selfish and don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

“Jungkook,” you scoffed, “how can you expect me to believe you’ve changed when you do this kind of thing? I told you I didn’t want to talk but you still pushed it.”

“That’s true,” he admitted, “and I’m sorry, but this isn’t just black and white anymore and it doesn’t just involve you.” You wanted to argue, but it was true. This relationship was built around the two of you and if you wanted to heal you both needed to say your piece. “Y/N, I was stupid, seriously stupid, but I was eighteen and I was terrified. Try to put yourself in my shoes. I’d believed in soulmates my entire life and then suddenly I turn 18 and find out that not only does my soulmate hate the entire institution of soulmates, but she also hates me. Now I’m supposed to be everything she’s ever wanted in life? That’s so much pressure. I always thought I’d have more time to figure out who I was before meeting the person I was destined to be with, but turns out I’d known her my whole life.”

“Why couldn’t you have communicated that to me?” You frowned, “We could have talked about things.”

Jungkook huffed a laughed, scrubbing a hand down his face, “Come on, don’t act like you were some pro at communication back then. We were teenagers who had no clue what we were doing. This was a huge decision. We were practically kids and being told to, what, start a life together? You can’t genuinely tell me that you would have been happy with me switching gears, pursuing you, and then just getting married young and start popping out babies.”

The idea made you want to shiver. One night with him had already changed so many things. You could only imagine marrying him…and having children with him. The thought made your heart soft and you looked up at him, nodding, “No, you’re right, that would have been way too intimidating, but it would have been nice to have that choice, Jungkook. You didn’t give that to me, you just took it away and assumed you knew my answer. I would have given it a shot, you know?”

“Really?” Jungkook frowned, eyebrow raised. “You would have really given it a chance?”

“Yes!” You insisted, watching the doubt on his face morph, “I really would have. I was so upset with you, but I really genuinely would have tried if you would have. It’s true I never liked the idea of soulmates…but you were different, somehow.”

“Well how could you expect me to know that?” He cried, exasperated, “You told me the universe messed up and there’s no way I could have ever made you happy when all I’d ever done was make you miserable. Do you have any idea how much those words have haunted me? Just a reminder to me that what I was doing was right; I had failed before I could ever even try.”

The look on his face hurt. Eyes shining, lips pinched together in a frown as his shoulders sagged. “That’s not what I meant, though. I was just upset.” You mumbled.

“I’m not a mind reader, Y/N.” Jungkook replied softly, “I’m just a big, dumb, idiot who is still trying to figure out what I’m doing. What would you have done if it had been your birthday first? You can’t honestly in good faith tell me you would have pursued me.”

“No, you’re right. I would have been horrified at first.” You admitted, picking at your finger nail.

He sighed, leaning forward on his elbows, but his eyes focused in on you. He was mesmerizing. “I messed up, I’m sorry. But you weren’t the only one hurting, you know? I suffered all 12 years we were apart, always hearing your words repeated in my head; a constant reminder of what a failure I was. I couldn’t do the one thing the universe had predestined me to do. If I can’t fill fate’s demands, what can I do? I made a lot of bad decisions; I’m not denying it. But I wasn’t trying to hurt you. All I’ve wanted the last 12 years is one more chance to be your friend. I want to prove that I’m not that same guy anymore, I’m not running away from this.”

“What do you want out of this? Marriage? Children?” You asked, eyebrows rising and he flushed but shook his head.

“I’m not thinking about that right now,” he replied adamantly. “All I’m thinking about is you and me right now. One day at a time.” He paused to gauge your reaction before taking a deep breath and plowing on. “Did you know I was outside your window that night?”

You frowned; eyebrows knit together as you paused. “What night?”

“The day you stayed home from school after we’d had our fight. You didn’t come to school and I was worried about you. I stood outside your house for an embarrassingly long-time throwing pebbles at your window, but you never came.” He looked embarrassed and you felt like the floor had fallen out from under you.

Stomach rolling uncomfortably as bile rose in your throat. He’d been outside your house? Nothing could have prepared you.

You were floored.

“What?” A whisper.

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, “I had wanted to apologize and explain what was on my mind, why I was doing what I was doing…but you never came to the window. Eventually, I realized I was being really selfish and decided to give you the space you wanted. I guess I’m still selfish, huh?”

You could barely process what he was saying, it was all so much…too much. Like a caged butterfly, your heart fluttered uncontrollably in your chest.

“A little,” you conceded, “but so am I.” You paused again to think, lips rubbing together as you observed the wicker flower pot beside your couch. So much information. “Do you really think it’s possible to be as happy as everyone says? I don’t like the idea of not being complete without a soulmate.”

“I’m not meant to complete you. I’m meant to compliment you; it’s different. As for happiness…yeah, I do think it’s possible.” He replied gently.

“I wish I could have the type of blind optimism you seem to have. I’m a mess, Jungkook, and I haven’t figured out how to change that yet. I wish I was better at this. I’m really sorry.”

Jungkook shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for; we’re both kind of a mess right now.”

You chuckled, dry and humorless as you stared over at the entertainment center across the room. “I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s not true. I absolutely have things to apologize for. I was not an innocent bystander in our history, even if I wish I could say that I was. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to always hear me disparage soulmates and then find out that I was the name on your wrist. You must have felt really hopeless. I should have just communicated with you what I was thinking instead of just cutting you out of my life. It came from a place of pain, but you had no real reason to think that not wanting to be with me would hurt me.”

“I’m sorry about today, too.” Jungkook mumbled, frowning, “I’m sorry about our whole lives, really. I shouldn’t have pushed you to have a conversation you weren’t ready to have. I felt like we’d just barely tapped into something amazing and I wanted so desperately to see where we could take it; I just thought you were scared and that if we talked…that maybe you’d see that I’m trying to be better. It wasn’t the right approach, though. I was just terrified to lose you all over again. It’s not a good excuse.”

“No, you definitely shouldn’t have kept pushing, but I do understand why you did. I’m sorry about yelling at you in the hallway. That was completely unprofessional of me, I was stressed and just lost it. I feel really embarrassed about my reaction.”

He looked like he wanted to refuse your apology again, but you sent him a look and he paused. “I’m sorry about, you know, the last time we were… together.”

Your mind flashed back to his bedroom, waking up wrapped in his arms and you felt that familiar lasso, tied tightly around your heart, begging you to just move forward with this.

“We were both there,” you whispered, shaking your head, “it’s not like you pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“Did you-” He paused, hesitant, unsure of whether he should pursue his question but you waited patiently for him to continue. “Did you feel the connection?” He asked; timid.

The connection? The tie between you that latched so hard you’d felt like you couldn’t breathe when you were away from him? Yes, you’d felt it. You still felt it, even now. Together, but not really. You wondered what would happen if you just let your heart have its way.

“Yes,” you admitted, “I feel it.”

His eyes were bright and beautiful and you could see all the words he wanted so badly to say, but he held his tongue, nodding instead. “I understand if you never want to see me again.” He said, picking at his fingernail, “I can apply for a transfer at work, if that’s something that would make you happy. I just want you to be happy.”

“I never said I wanted you to transfer.” You insisted and he watched you hesitantly as you stared out towards the balcony window. It was early afternoon now and you’d be hungry soon. Maybe he was hungry too. “I don’t want to be hurt again, Jungkook.” You admitted and you could already feel the fire licking at your throat as you swallowed down tears.

“I won’t hurt you this time,” he promised before backtracking, “if this is a “time,” I mean.”

You smiled, turning away from him and concentrating on your heart, thrumming steady in your chest. You felt good; calm even. Even if he ended up hurting you again, you needed to know; needed to know what it could be like to fall in love with him, to be with your soulmate; someone who was made to compliment you. You wanted to know.

“This is a “time.”” You nodded, turning to look back at him, feeling shy and a little embarrassed.

“Are you sure?” He murmured and you nodded.

You were sure.

“Things aren’t going to be what you want them to be for a while because, honestly, I don’t trust you. I want to, though. I want you to prove that this time is real, that I’m not being stupid for giving you another chance. Only one, Jungkook. If you mess this up, I won’t be this stupid again, I swear.”

“I don’t have any expectations.” Jungkook shook his head. He looked like he wanted to leap out of his seat and hold you, but you were grateful he refrained. “I will do my best to not mess this up. I need your help, though. We need to have open communication because I’m an idiot and if I can do something wrong, I will. I don’t want to ruin this.”

You couldn’t help your laugh then, nodding. “How about we help each other?”

He smiled. “Yes please.”

The room went silent as you both stared at one another, a quiet sort of acceptance of where things were right now; of the potential for so much more. “What now?” Jungkook whispered and you pondered that question carefully.

“Well, now I’m hungry…so how about we order some dinner and just talk?”

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him smile like that; like happiness was made for just the two of you in this little bubble of your apartment. It was like an explosion in your veins, wild and reckless, and made you feel like maybe fate did know what she was doing when she put the two of you together.

Jungkook grinned, wide and toothy and your heart raced. “Perfect.”

Oh my gosh! I can’t believe it’s over. This is seriously so bittersweet for me, I love this story so, so much. Never fear, there will be an epilogue. I’m not gonna let you go through all that pain and then give you no reward, haha.

Thank you so, so much for sticking it out and being here with me. This is a story that is very close to my heart and I’m so grateful for everyone who read it and loved it with me! <3

Stay tuned for an epilogue!

Chapter 16

Epilogue

#btsbookclub #jungkook scenario #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #complete #I can't believe it's over #This is so bittersweet #There is an epilogue #never fear

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Heyy Librarian! First of all, I really appreciate what you do. Im sending you overwhelming feelings of live and positivity right now. Secondly, could you please recommend some wolfstar fics that have podfics available? I get a lot of anxiety attacks and podfics really help calm me down.

Hello friend! You are so ridiculously sweet! Thank you so much for the love, and know that it’s being sent back to you tenfold! Also, thank you so much for being open and sharing this great idea! Hopefully more people can find comfort in these podfics as well.

Wolfstar Fics + Podfics

Other's Woe by LadyFaceElena Podfic by @xandrianirvana Forced to attend a group project meeting for a theology class, Remus thinks his day will be miserable until a gorgeous, grey-eyed stranger plants himself at their table and challenges the archaic thinking of the rest of the group. And in the end, it works out very well for Remus Lupin.

The London Underground Book of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows Podfic by @china-nightingale The cardinal rule of the London Underground is to never, ever make eye contact. It is a rule that, among many others, Sirius tends to follow despite his otherwise rebellious, non-rule-following nature. So the first time he makes eye contact with a human being in the subway comes as much of a shock to him as anyone else. Especially when he's unable to look away.

Ever After by busaikko Podfic by lattice_frames Once upon a time, an astrophysicist was wooed by the gay Scheherazade. . .

Elucidation Practice by @montpahrnah Podfic by cantarina Christmas, 1978. Remus, wrestling with the mighty problems of gift-giving on a budget, contemplates life, love, London in winter, and falling off the edge of the world with Sirius Black.

Long Live Living (If Living Can Be Called This) by @excaliburned Podfic by @nickelsissocool It's the final summer before university, and Sirius has a sneaking suspicion he's missing something. A summer of pillow-forts, drinking & numerous re-watches of Dirty Dancing ensues. Non-magical AU set in Warwick Castle.

Skinny Dip by @bisexualjamespotter Podfic by Wildflame James and Sirius come back from an evening swim in the lake. Remus does not like this at all, for some reason.

The Barista, the Burglar, and the Sofa by SeasOfTrees Podfic by xinasvoice This is the story of twenty-three year old Remus Lupin, an overworked graduate student and underpaid barista, who comes home one day to find an exceptionally attractive man has broken into his flat. Given the neighborhood he lives in, that isn’t a huge surprise. He is surprised, though, when the burglar comes back with a sofa. Alternatively, this is the story of how Sirius Black tries to seduce a man by slowly furnishing his flat.

A Specter of The Night [+Podfic] by @writer-or-whatever Roaring 20s Wolfstar AU OR The one where Sirius turns up out of the blue as a Jazz singer and Remus is confused and still very much in love.

Renewal by byebyebluejay After the events of Harry's third school year come to a close, Remus takes Sirius back to his woodland cottage. In a tender tribute to renewed friendships and old feelings, Remus takes it upon himself to ensure that Sirius receives some of the personal care he had been made to live without for so long.

Highland Fling [+podfic] by @picascribit 2004: The summer before college, Sirius goes backpacking through Scotland in order to escape his family's expectations. In a small village in the Highlands, an unexpected flirtation turns his whole world upside down. Alternately, the story of how Scotland loves Remus and wants him to be happy.

Of Books and Fairy Tales [+Podfic] by little_werewolf, @museinabsentia, rscollabmods While Sirius tried to balance hiding his magic from the beautiful muggle that kept coming in to his shop with the desire to ask the man out, he was unaware that he wasn't the only one keeping secrets.

Problems with Narrative Structure and the Rules of Manly Engagement [+Podfic] by xinasvoice "There were easily six hundred people living in the Paramount building in downtown San Francisco. That was a lot of neighbors to get to know, but it only took a single day of living there for Sirius to notice Remus."

Happy listening!

#wolfstar #podfic

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❝book of beasts: from the ashes❞ myg― m.

— summary: you perform a spell to meet your familiar; what you don’t expect is a centuries-old phoenix to be the one attached to your soul.

phoenix!yoongi/witch!reader | mythical shifter!au | fluff, smut, angst | 12k ↬ content warnings: reincarnation, soulmates, character death, corpses, murder, violent, mentions of black market slavery, blood, knives, loss of virginity, virgin kink if you squint, fingering, dirty talk, rough sex, yoongi pushes you, light argument, regrets, crying, witch-hunting

a/n: finally, another fic for this series is out! it took me ages but i did enjoy this yoongi!

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Ever since you were a child, there had always been stories of reincarnation and soulmates being told around you. There was even an elderly lady in your village who could recall her past life with startling clarity.

It had always been a wonder to you, if you also had a past life and someone who you were destined to be with. As far as you knew, you couldn't remember anything other than your current life. Nothing had ever stood out to you with strange deja vu that many reincarnates would speak of feeling.

You had learned magic as a child, discovering that even though you weren't born a witch, you still had a natural affinity to the craft. When your parents died and your village eventually lost economic value, you decided to travel in order to find more knowledge of the world.

However, the world outside of your quaint little village you were born in was harsh and unforgiving in your status as a taught witch. Numerous towns outright rejected your presence, not accepting anyone except a pure-witch. It saddened you, to be told to leave as if you were a plague and receiving vicious glares and cruel whispers behind your back.

You supposed there was good reason; after the genocide against their kind many, many years ago — they were wary of outsiders in their close-knit communities.

You began to wonder if you'd ever find a place to settle down and call your home, you had turned 18 and you knew it was time to find a place to live.

Just as you began to give up on the idea of being able to live among witches, you came across Caelfall.

The sign leading to the town made your heart ache with nostalgia. You just couldn't describe it but it felt like you'd been walking through this very place before.

You were thrilled when you managed to snag a little shack on the outskirts to the town fit with a little personal garden that was in dire need of a good weeding. But it was definitely a good place to grow nightshade and various ingredients instead of having to buy them from the market. The place was a bit of a walk from the market anyway so growing common and easy things would definitely be a good idea.

Your good feeling of finally having a home was quickly vanquished when you realized the people of Caelfall were not as happy to have you in their midst. With a population of mostly elder witches, they stuck to the ideal that those who learned magic were not to be trusted; whether they believed you were a threat or simply foul in your learned status, you didn't know.

The first frustrating act committed upon you was when you arrived in the town's Apothecary to see what type of things you had to look at. An elder witch named Agnes was standing there, smiling but the second she saw your face that smile turned into a glare that you swear sent your soul six feet under. You powered through, offering a smile only to receive nothing in return before you looked at the various ingredients and premade potions that decorated the little shop.

When you attempted to purchase a packet of nightshade seeds, she had charged you twice as much as the price tag said. When you spoke up about it, she told you to either pay the price or you got nothing and you nearly left over it. However, a young girl with startling red hair about your age came from the back of the store, calling in a scolding tone "Mother! That's not fair!"

You were shocked when the young lady shooed her mother back to where she had originally come from. She apologized on her mother's behalf saying "Her mind and opinions are still stuck in that of when she was a child, that'll be 10 Silver for those seeds!"

And that was how you got your seeds for the right price and managed to start your little garden.

Your next run-in with Agnes was when you wanted to sell your nightshade to her but she tried to jip you by paying only half of what you knew you should have gotten. As a result, you had to go to the market to sell your goods.

The market had various stalls with people selling, buying, and trading; most of the people were outsiders who would come and go over time.

It was at one of these stalls that you met a girl by the name of Calypso who had paid you very fairly. She also happened to be selling various wares which led you to coming across a Spell Book.

When you looked through the pages, you were incredibly excited to see so many spells that you had never gotten the chance to learn or even seen before.

"How much?" You asked, making Calypso smile at your excitement.

"130 Silver originally but I'll give it to you for 100,"

"I can get that money up in a few months will you be here?" You questioned.

"A few months, I'll even put it aside for you and save it for you, okay?"

She was a godsend, truly.

And you were true to your word, managing to get the book in 3 months as you sold as many things in the market as you could possibly manage.

Though constantly working and going back and forth between the market was exhausting, it was worth it in the end.

The pure exhilaration and excitement you felt as you were finally sitting at your potions table with the beautiful, intricate leather-bound book sitting in front of you was palpable.

There was one spell among the hundreds that the book possessed that you just knew you had to perform. It was a deep-seeded need that you felt you must do it, almost as if your very soul was commanding that you do it.

The one spell that everyone knew learned-witches just couldn't successfully cast. It was something only those born as a witch could perform because they're the only ones who could possibly possess one.

The Familiar Spell.

There was something you just couldn't shake that told you you had to perform it, you had to find the end result. There was something at the end of this tunnel that you needed to see or discover. You would learn something about yourself in the process, you were sure.

The spell called for Nightshade of any color, Eye of Newt and a simple few Slips of Yew. The only ingredient that would be hard to procure at the moment would be the Yew.

The plant tended to fetch a high price so you had sold what you had to get the 100 Silver to afford the book.

This meant that you would have to venture into the forest to locate what you could find. Ingredients were usually readily found growing in the land surrounding where witches lived; it's why they settled in their particular villages.

The air was chilly and there was a slight breeze as you ventured into the forest. You held your worn wicker basket in your hands, your fingers beginning to burn as they were exposed more and more to the cool air. Sniffling, you followed down an overgrown path and you briefly wondered how long it had been since a witch actually had to come and fetch her own ingredients.

With the economy of the country booming, ingredients and things of that sort were increasingly easy to come by. Even peddlers from other lands would come to sell which ultimately made having to hunt through the forests on your own completely useless. You should count yourself lucky since that merely meant things would be very easy to procure in your predicament.

"Ah there," You muttered, your voice being drowned out by a slightly stronger gust of wind. Perhaps a storm was beginning to roll in.

Either way, the Yew was in your sights and you rushed up to collect what you needed. However, just as you began to sift through the green to gather berries, something caught your attention.

Standing behind the tree, hidden in vines and moss and covered by tall trees surrounding it was a structure. The walls were gray and a large archway stood, though cracked and partially crumbling away, as the entrance to it.

It was some type of ancient shrine.

Unable to keep your curiosity at bay, you stumbled your way through the brush and squeezed past trees until you were standing just before the entrance to the shrine. As you stood there, the hairs on your arms began to stand up and there was undeniable heat coming from within the building. It wasn't just hot, it was pure electrically charged.

The entire building was infused with magic. Magic that had even your own magic bubbling and sparking from within, and you weren't even a pure blood.

This shrine was built by a witch — a powerful witch at that.

The whole place seemed to emit a vibrant purple glow; and you could see the faint magic markings of sigils casted into the stone of the building.

Clutching your basket tighter, you stepped up to the doors; they were simple wood but had engravings carved all along them. The doorknob was burning hot to the touch but for some reason, it didn't hurt though it felt like it should have. Perhaps it was a ward of some sort to keep non-witches from entering.

The door creaked loudly enough to make you flinch when you opened it, and you had to hold your breath at the gust of dust that invaded your throat. You doubled over, choking and coughing as your basket toppled to the floor and spilled your ingredients all over the floor with it.

The magic and energy in the air was palpable and as your coughing died down, you opened your eyes to see a completely different scene than what you had walked in on.

Instead of cobwebs and dust hanging in the air, everything was clear and even it seemed sunlight was now filtering through the windows. The walls were awash with beautiful purple instead of murky gray and the wood was now bright and in one piece contrasting to the rotting material you saw moments before. You noted that there was, however, still a big black burn scorched into the floor that didn't disappear, instead it became more prominent as the veil of grime disappeared.

As confused as you were, you were more intrigued with the podium and a table full of jars and ingredients that sat on the other side of the room. The floor creaked as you moved towards it, your heart pounding in your chest as you felt your very soul glowing in response to a certain book sitting innocently on the podium. It felt as if it was calling for you and you couldn't stop your hands from touching it.

You gasped, yanking your hands back as the material delivered a sharp zap to your skin. It wasn't painful, it just startled you and left your hands oddly tingly.

You carefully pulled the strap out of the loop that held the book closed, allowing it to fly open.

You watched with wide eyes as the pages flicked by on their own, the sound of paper moving filling the otherwise silent shrine. As it was empty, the sound seemed to be amplified. The book had a mind of its own, locating a page near the back of the book before falling still.

The Familiar Spell.

Mentally you complained about the fact you literally just spent 100 Silver to buy a book with this spell when this one was just sitting here literally inviting you to use it for free. But that was the least of your worries as behind you, glasses and jars began to clink and move.

This was true magic; an unknown force performing the spell without you even having to lift a finger.

"A Residual Spell," You mumbled, watching in wonder as the Eye of Newt jar popped open all on its own. A Residual Spell is a spell left behind by a witch who infused her own magic, usually through a scroll or runes, to perform a spell by being activated via unknown means — a specific trigger chosen by the witch. Whatever that trigger was, you seemed to accidentally cause her magic to release and now it was going to complete this raise familiar spell on its own.

But wouldn't that mean it was going to raise her familiar? What would happen if someone else's familiar were raised in your presence with no corresponding Witch to be by its side?

You didn't have very long to wonder as the spell was effortlessly completed.

The floor beneath you rumbled and vibrated, ultimately knocking you completely off of your feet. You groaned as your shoulder slammed against the wood floor.

"What—" The place where the black burn was scarred into the floor was glowing a vibrant purple. The temperature in the room raised what felt like 50 degrees, sweat forming on your skin as you watched flames physically erupt from the scorched spot.

You were sitting up now, watching with wide eyes as a figure formed through the flames followed by an ear piercing shriek that had you covering your ears with your hands.

The bird's wings stretched wide, showing vibrant splashes of red and orange colors. Razor sharp talons scratched the floor beneath it as it shook its body to fluff it's own feathers up.

Then, before your very eyes it let out another deafening shriek and this time you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt if you kept them open the octave of its cry might literally cause your eyes to pop out of their sockets.

Then, everything became deathly still.

Opening your eyes, the bird was now gone and in its place stood a pale man with pure onyx hair that hung over his face. His sharp, dark eyes were fixed on you through his bangs with his mouth open as if he were in shock.

"It's you..." He muttered before he was suddenly stomping his way across the room to drop to his knees before you.

"Wha-Who are you?" You whispered, now trembling slightly from the shock of everything.

"...I'm called Yoongi," Then the corners of his lips raised lightly and he placed his hand over your cheek. "I'm your familiar."

"What are you talking about? I didn't raise you, the magic did it on it's own," You muttered, shaking his hand off your cheek and standing up. You missed the way his smile fell before he too stood up.

"I am your familiar," He reiterates, leaving no room for you to argue with him. "I am yours only."

"A-Alright," His choice in words had your face heating up as you scampered back over to the door. There was no real reason for you to not believe a familiar claiming he is yours. If it weren't true, he'd surely let you know. "Th-Then I guess w-we...should go home?"

He smiled, this time it was a vibrant smile that had his eyes crinkling in the corners. Your heart sped up, a frustrating feeling of deja vu settling in your mind.

"Yeah, home," He repeated, following you to the door.

The longer Yoongi was in your home, the more his scent seemed to pierce into every inch of the place. It was smoky, strangely familiar and soothing.

He had knowledge of many things, helping you to learn and perfect spells.

You found him looking over the spell book from the shrine; it was difficult for you to read because over half of the spells were written in an ancient text you couldn't understand.

"What're you up to Yoongi?" You asked, placing your freshly picked nightshade on the table as you took a seat.

"I uh..." He cleared his throat, tapping his fingers on the surface of the page he was on. "I'm translating some of the spells for you."

"Oh?" You couldn't help but smile, leaning forward to see that he was, indeed, making notes along the expanse of the old, dulled writing. "You didn't have to do that."

"Well..." He cleared his throat and suddenly slammed the book shut, standing up. You couldn't miss the way his ears were burning red as he grabbed your nightshade flowers and began to pick the petals off of them and place them in a pile.

Yoongi had a quiet sense of kindness, he was never boisterous about his actions — simply doing them out of the goodness of his heart. He was easily flustered, which was endearing, especially coming from an ancient creature.

He had lived with you for about one week before he finally crawled into your bed. You hadn't realized he had been doing it, only noticing the increasing scent of smoke in your blankets. It wasn't until he rolled over one night, curled up into a small ball as he nestled into your side, waking you up that you realized he was there.

His lips were parted, features relaxed in a way you hadn't seen them before. He was breathtakingly beautiful with flawless, pale skin that seemed to glow against the deep shade of black in his hair. Mindlessly, you reached out to stroke his cheek and couldn't help but smile when he subconsciously nestled into your touch.

Having him beside you felt...so right. It was indescribable.

Something, deep inside you, told you that you needed him there — right beside you.

So you snuggled back down under your blanket and curled yourself around Yoongi's body. Easily, the two of you melted together as if you'd done it time and time again.

When the sun rose above the horizon, you took great pleasure in watching Yoongi blush as you told him; "You don't have to sneak into my bed, you know."

And after that, he would go to bed with you instead of waiting up and pretending like he wasn't tired as he watched you hunker down for sleep. He didn't have to ignore the pull to snuggle beside you until you fell asleep — instead, slipped in with you the second you indicated it was time for bed.

Even if he wasn't tired, he would go with you.

It was two weeks before he let slip the name 'Circe'.

"Circe, I think you should—" He cut himself off, stiffening under the confused gaze you set upon him. "I mean _____, you should try this spell out. I think we have all the ingredients for it. I translated it yesterday."

"Who's Circe?" You asked, taking the book from his hands as he held it out for you.

"It's nothing — just a slip up," He replied quickly, obviously not willing to advance with that conversation.

It happened again, though subconsciously, as he snuggled up to you one night. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, making your face burn hot with a blush as he woke you up. His breath fanned over the back of your neck and he squeezed you tighter as if he were afraid you would slip away from him.

"Circe...'m sorry..." He whispered trailing off into a series of unintelligible mumbling. What stuck out to you, however, was the pained intonation in his voice as if he were desperate for Circe to hear his apology.

Similar incidents continued to happen without fail. They were casual slip-ups, the name rolling off his tongue with practiced ease. It was a name he'd uttered many times in the past, you could tell. But no matter how much you pestered him to tell you, he would completely clam up.

You couldn't deny that it hurt your feelings that he wouldn't tell you. There was also the shameful feeling of jealousy lingering in your heart, burrowing deeper with every utterance of the name.

Why was he comparing you to her so much? Why wouldn't he tell you about her?

Was she really so important that he couldn't let her go even though he had been dead for 3 centuries.

Without meaning to, you began to hate Circe — a faceless mystery woman who seemed to haunt the heart of your familiar.

"Yoongi, did you get the fruits from the market like I asked?" You asked as you stood at your table, mashing ingredients together in preparation for practicing a new spell.

"Oh shoot...I'm sorry Circe—" He froze from where he was flipping through the spell book you had bought.

You sighed, pausing in your own activity to turn to look at him. He was stiff as a board, gnawing on his bottom lip. No doubt, he felt your eyes burning into him but he pretended not to notice.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" You asked, making Yoongi flinch as he was reminded he made the mistake again. Instead of answering, however, he kept his back to you and shrugged his shoulders.

You were growing frustrated. He was obviously avoiding it and it was obviously weighing heavy on his mind if he kept making the same mistake.

You were more frustrated with him than he realized and more hurt than you would like to admit.

"Yoongi, look at me," You commanded, walking up behind him.

He heaved a sigh and slowly turned to look at you, staring at you through the dark veil of his bangs. The tension that spread between the two of you was thick, it made you swallow nervously. Out of your peripheral, you saw the way his hands clenched closed so hard his knuckles turned white.

He exhaled and it made you realize how close together your faces were, his breath fanning over your skin. When you looked into his eyes again, you were shocked by how dark and heated they were.

Then he was leaning down, his lips ever so softly brushing against yours. It was fleeting and before you knew it, he was pulling back. Before he could get too far from you, however, you tangled your hands in the softness of his hair and pulled him back down for a much deeper kiss.

His hands, strong and rough, gripped your waist to pull you flush against his body. You were more than surprised to find that he was at least half-hard in his pants already.

There was something familiar about his touch, comforting and sweet as he stripped your body of all your clothes. You'd imagined being embarrassed in a situation like this; a man hovering above your naked, vulnerable body.

But as Yoongi’s lips trailed sweetly over you skin, you felt more relaxed than ever. The way he looked at you was almost pained, as if you were something so precious to him that it hurt him. His touch mimicked his gaze, holding you and touching you like you were made of glass that he needed to handle you with the utmost care lest you break apart beneath his hands.

You curiously touched his bare chest, mesmerized by the heat his body emitted. The Phoenix fire that was embedded in his very soul caused him to be incredibly warm. He smiled, leaning down to press his lips against yours again. You moved in unison with him, as if the kiss had been performed time and time again but you knew that wasn't the case.

Yoongi was the first man you'd been with in such a way.

So why was it that your bodies worked together like a well-oiled machine?

You weren't able to dwell on it for long as he parted from the kiss and began to trail his lips down your neck, over your collar bones and down the center of your chest.

"Can I touch you?" He asked as if his lips weren't already where no man's had been.

"Y-Yes..." You breathed, biting your lip when he eagerly and suddenly enveloped a pert nipple in his mouth.

He cupped your other breast with his hand, thumbing over your neglected nipple. You whined clutching the pillow beneath your head. His mouth was hot, burning against the sensitive bud as he nipped it with his teeth. He added the perfect amount of pressure, working your breasts perfectly so that you were growing wetter by the second.

Unable to resist the urge, you reached down to card your fingers through his hair; so soft and thick. His dark eyes flickered up to meet your gaze and your heart stuttered in your chest at what you saw.

His irises were glassy, as if he were holding himself back from shedding tears. He pulled his mouth off of your nipple with a soft pop before he was surging forward to bring you in for a kiss again.

He gripped your knees, pulling your legs open so he could slot himself between them. You noticed he was as naked as you now, the hard heat of his cock nudging against your thighs.

"Yoongi..." You whispered, a sense of apprehension filling you at what the situation was implying.

Were you about to have sex with your familiar? Lose your virginity to him?

"Do you want this, ______?" He asked, voice low and raspy but oh so patient.

Did you want this?

You questioned yourself as you looked up at him, your hands pressed against his chest where you could feel his heart beat wildly from within. His cheeks were flushed and his lips were red and swollen from the kisses you'd shared.

As you met his gaze; warmth and comfort swirling within the dark irises you realized that, yes, you did want this.

"Please Yoongi," You whisper, canting your hips upward with a small whine.

"You're so perfect," He muttered, placing kisses along your sternum as one of his hands began to trail up your inner thigh. "So wet."

You whined when his fingertips ghosted along the sensitive folds of your heat. You spread your legs wider, eagerly inviting him to touch you some more. He took the invitation and slid two fingers between your folds, grazing your leaking entrance and swollen clit.

"Oh Yoongi..." You gasped when those fingers zeroed in on your bud, dragging your arousal from your entrance upwards to circle it until your thighs were trembling.

"Let me in," He whispered, prodding your entrance with two thick fingers.

His lips brushed against yours to distract you as he suddenly pushed those two digits inside you. There was a sting and you whimpered, clutching his shoulders tightly. He held still, allowing your walls to adjust to the intrusion before crooking his fingers upwards to touch a little spot inside you that made your hips buck.

The sensation was foreign but not unpleasant at all. His thumb moved to circle over your clit as he slowly began to fuck you with those two fingers. You held your thighs open, mouth falling open at the sensations shocking your system.

Before long, he was nudging a third fingers into your hole. The stretch wasn't anywhere near as bad as the first intrusion -- your walls having grown accustomed and prepared for the new addition. Yoongi's eyes flickered between your face, checking your reactions, and your core to watch how you messily accepted his fingers inside you.

"You're ready," He muttered, mostly to himself before sliding his fingers out of you. You felt empty immediately and whined as you walls clenched pathetically around nothing. His brought his fingers up to his lips, sliding them in to taste your juices on his tongue. The sight was incredible arousing, making you gush which brought a blush to your cheeks.

"Yoongi please," You whined, biting your lip as you watched him position himself at your entrance.

The tip of his cock was hot, sliding between your folds to gather your arousal along the underside of him. You gasped, glancing down to watch as he easily popped the thick head of his cock inside you.

It was more of a stretch than his fingers but it was welcomed and felt incredibly pleasurable to be filled again. Yoongi took your hands in his as he surged forward, moaning as more of your cunt swallowed him. He felt hot and hard inside you, cock throbbing at every noise you made.

When he bottomed out, he froze and leaned down to bring you into another kiss. Being filled by him was exhilarating, he pressed against that spot inside you that made your walls spasm around him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as his tongue met yours. He tasted sweet, the remnants of your juices still lingering in his mouth.

"I c-can't believe I get to have you like this again..." He whispered, voice sounding watery as he pulled back from the kiss to nuzzle against your neck.

The meaning of those words were lost on you as you felt the wetness of his tears on your shoulder.

"Yoongi..." You cooed, hugging him tightly against you to comfort him.

You remained like that for several seconds before Yoongi's tears turned into feather-light kisses along your skin. Your nails dug into his shoulders when he suddenly pulled back, his cock sliding deliciously against your walls before he pushed back in. He kissed your cervix, a little jolt of pain mixing with the pleasure.

His forehead rested against yours, fingers clutching the bed on either side of your head. Your breathing mingled as he set a steady pace — his pelvic bone grinding against your clit every time he sunk into you.

"I-It feels so good, Yoongi," You whimpered, lashes fluttering when he angled his hips to hit your spot.

"Yeah?" He chuckled, a cocky smirk gracing his lips.

You didn't get to say another word because he was pushing off from his hands to sit on his heels. He stared down at your body, gaze zeroing in on where his cock was buried in your cunt. Licking his lips, he pinned your knees open and began to fuck you faster. His bangs stuck to his forehead as he began to sweat in exertion.

You gasped, whimpering his name as the pleasure began to mount to overwhelming levels. He didn't pause or slow, keeping his eyes on the way your cunt gushed around him — soaking his cock as you swallowed every inch of him. You were tight, spasming and clenching around him as you got closer and closer to your high.

Yoongi groaned, bringing his thumb to his mouth to lick the pad of the digit, slicking it up, before pressing it against your clit. You cried out his name, desperately reaching down to circle his wrist with your hand as he began to circle your sensitive bud.

"Yoongi I—"

"Let it go," He whispered, his free hand reaching up to cup your breast all the while he didn't cease fucking his cock into you. "Come for me, darling."

The pet name set you off and suddenly you were arching beneath him. Crying out his name you tossed your head back, trembling and clenching violently around his cock as he continued to fuck you through it.

"Good girl," He cooed, removing his thumb from your clit. "So good coming for me...around my cock...fuck..." He trailed off, muttering to himself and whispering praises towards you.

You went lax against the bed, eyes fluttering as you watched him reach his own high. His cum was hot as he spilled into you, hips stuttering before burying completely into you. His cock throbbed in time to his orgasm, continuing to cum inside until it began to drip out of you.

He collapsed over you, kissing you softly as he pulled out. Your face burned hot when you felt your mixed fluids gush past your still clenching walls.

"Just rest," He cooed, pressing his lips against your forehead.

The last thing you saw was his serene smile and sparkling eyes.

Cracking your eyes open, you groaned softly at how dry your mouth felt. Looking to the side, you naturally expected Yoongi to be curled up in his little ball as usual. However, your heart ached at the unexpectedly empty bed.

As you sat up in bed, you couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of your mind telling you that you should check out the shrine. You slipped your clothes, which were scattered around the room, back onto your body and wrapped a shawl around your shoulders before venturing outside of your home.

There was distinct electricity in the air that had you shivering.

Yoongi was upset.

You hurried your footsteps to find your familiar, traveling a now-memorized path to the decrepit shrine, where you could feel his magic even more. Pushing the creaky old door open, you could see Yoongi crumpled down on his summoning spot with his face buried in his hands.

Loud, shoulder-shaking sobs tore from his lithe frame that absolutely broke your heart. You softly padded over to him, sinking to your knees beside his trembling form. When your hand touched his back, his whole body flinched before another sob tore from his lips.

"Yoongi..." You whispered, pausing when you heard the self-deprecating laugh escape his lips.

"I've been sleeping for so long," He choked out, finally pulling his hands away from face to see you see how his irises were glowing golden. He was so distraught mentally that he was letting his shifter magic seep through. "W-When you raised me again...I was so happy...I couldn't wait to see you again, ______."

"What do you mean...again?" You whispered, though he didn't seem to hear over his little sniffles.

"I love you so damn much but you don't even know how much you love me back," He growled, slamming his fist into the floor so hard you feared that maybe he would be able to break through with a single punch. "You don't realize...that we're made for each other," He spat.

"Yoongi, what are you talking about?" You asked, taking the hand he had punched the floor with into yours, the buzz of his magic coursing through the contact and making you tremble. He sat back on his heels, meeting your eyes and you realized that they were no longer glowing.

"You're my soulmate, ______," He whispered, scooting closer to you on his knees to take your face in his hands. "I'm your soulmate."

"What are you saying?" You shook your head but didn't brush his touch off. "Soulmates don't exist."

"They do," He insisted, moving one of his hands from your cheek to your chest, above your heart. "Our souls are intertwined — connected."

"How do you know that?" You pressed, locking eyes with him.

"You're the reincarnation of a witch named Circe," He explained, slowly taking his hands off of you as he took a deep, shuddering breath as if they memories physically pained him. "You-She died 3 centuries ago and I alongside her."

"That long?"

"I don't know why it took so long for you to come back but..." He once again cupped your cheeks and brought your face closer to his. Instead of the sadness you expected to see in them, you saw hopefulness and happiness. "You're here and...I can hold you again...I missed you so much..."

Something incredible happened when your lips met; you could see everything you couldn't before.

Inside you, you knew that everything he said was true and as you shared a kiss inside the shrine, you remembered everything from your life as Circe.

"Sweetheart," Your father uttered, a kind smile on his face. "You're 12 now...and it's been a custom for so long that at this age—"

"I'm getting my familiar?!" You shrieked, making your mother chuckle.

"Always a smart cookie," She praised, patting your hair softly.

"Yes, darling," Your father grinned. "As you know, being a witch, you're born with a creature attached to your soul, right?"

"Yes," You agreed, letting him take your hand and lead you to sit on a chair — it was made of stone and freezing cold but you were used to it.

"Do you remember what we have to do to raise it?" He quizzed, grabbing a bowl he had already set out in advance.

"You need nightshade, eye of newt, yew...a lock of hair and something infused with my magic!" You replied, grinning when he patted your head in praise. "But I don't have anything infused with magic..."

You weren't yet old enough to truly channel your magic like seasoned witches could. You were still learning the ins and outs of being a witch after all.

"Don't worry about that," You father replied, opening a glass cabinet to pull out a rose petal that seemed to glow purple. "When you were a baby, we had a dash of magic pulled so we could do this."

"We always think ahead," Your mother mused from behind you as if she were praising themselves.

"Now," Your father took a small pair of scissors, taking a chunk of your hair and cleanly cutting through it. "That should do it."

You watched with rapt attention as he placed your hair in with the glowing petal. Easily pouring in a vibrant red liquid that didn't have a label on it like the other ingredients; you assumed it was the nightshade, eye of newt, and yew mixture.

"Stand here, darling," You mother urged, waving you over to a spot marked with a sigil.

You did as you were told, standing in the center of it as your father crushed and mixed the ingredients in the bowl. Finally, he brought it over to you and placed the bowl in your hands.

"All you have to do is drink this," He uttered, stepping back away from you as he held your mother's hand.

The ingredients in the bowl melted into some soup-looking concoction that swirled red with the liquid and purple with your magic. You brought the lip of the bowl to your lips and titled it back — swallowing down the bitter mixture.

It burned once you swallowed it, making you drop the bowl in shock. You gripped your stomach and whined, flinching when the sigil beneath your feet began to vibrantly emanate a purple light.

It was still, terrifyingly silent for a beat before flames exploded from beneath you. The sigil was scorched — completely gone as you were surrounded by a wall of fire.

It was hot and you were scared you would get burned but even with the close proximity of the flames, not even your hair was singed.

Then, suddenly, there was another person within the circle of fire with you.

It was a boy your age, about an inch taller than you with pale skin and black hair. His eyes were blank as he regarded you.

"What is my name?" He asked, voice so soft that you almost missed it over the roar of flames around you.

"N-Name? I-I don't know!" You repeated, watching as the flames licked against his skin. "Y-You'll get burned!"

Even against your warning, at the flames touched the skin of his arms, he didn't flinch of move away.

"My name." He shouted now, voice stronger than any child you'd ever heard. It made you flinch when he narrowed his eyes at you. "You have to think. You know my name."

"No I don't! I don't know who you are!" You shrieked, growing panicked as the flames began to close in on your two. They were almost enveloping the boy and you began to tremble. His skin began to turn an inhuman red — human nails turning to black talons.

"You have to say it!" He roared, the flames finally covering him. He disappeared within the fire — an ear-piercing shriek following it.

"Y-Yoongi!" You cried, the name bubbling past your lips without you even realizing it.

All at once it was still.

There was no fire. The heat had vanished.

You were trembling as your parents watched on with proud smiles. Movement from below you caught your eye and you were shocked to see the boy kneeling at your feet.

"Yoongi!" You cried, watching as your familiar threw the spell book to the ground with a violent thud. "Why did you do that?!"

"How were you born to such powerful witches but you can't even cast a simple resurrection spell?!" He growled, jaw clenched in his anger as he glared at you.

"It's not a simple spell, Yoongi!" You argued. "It's one of the most difficult spells for a witch to cast!"

"You can't do anything right," He snapped, making you flinch. "You might as well give up on being a witch if you can't cast this spell."

"Yoongi!" You gasped, crossing your arms over your chest. "You're being mean, you know."

He scoffed, leaning back against the tree. "I'm being mean? You need to grow up."

"Yoongi," You muttered, nibbling on your lip as he began to walk away. Before he could get far, you grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?"

"Well I figure if I leave now I might be able to find a less pathetic witch than you to be attached to!" He snapped, shoving you to the ground before vanishing from sight before your eyes.

You knew it was impossible for him to do such a thing, but the prospect of him leaving you was painful. He'd been a constant in your life for over 4 years and his insults made your eyes sting with tears.

Holding your tears back, you packed up your belongings from the spell and made your way back home. A year ago, you'd been given a little house to live in away from your parents — a tradition for all witches who turn 15.

Yoongi naturally lived with you but when you got inside, he was nowhere to be found.

You allowed yourself to cry as you put the ingredients up and placed your spellbook back in its rightful place on the shelf. Sitting on your bed, you swiped at your eyes in an effort to stop crying.

It was useless.

Curling up on your bed, you hugged your pillow that was practically stained with his smoky scent — a very predictable smell to come off a Phoenix, you had mused. It had made him laugh and it felt so nice to make him laugh.

Your house was empty and still without his presence. You wondered where he was and you hoped he was safe.

It was a stupid wish considering he was an immortal creature made of pure magic. No mortal would be able to take him down.

It still didn't stop you from worrying.

The smell of smoke became stronger suddenly and you knew Yoongi had returned. You sniffled, sitting up to greet him regardless of the way he'd hurt your feelings.

His eyes were soft when they met yours, a whisper of your name falling from his lips.

"Welcome home," You recited your usual greeting for when he came home after you.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, kneeling on the floor beside your bed. He took your hand in his and laid it upon his hair as he nestled his head onto your lap. "I shouldn't have lost my temper like that. There was no reason for me to insult you or push you like I did."

"It's okay, Yoongi," You sniffled, carding your fingers through his soft hair. "I know you didn't mean it."

Similar incidents had happened before — though he'd never shoved you before. Ever since you moved in together, he'd grown more on edge and aggressive in his teachings.

"I didn't but it still doesn't make it okay," He whispered. "It's just...we only have a short amount of time before we have to begin our travels and I'm worried about you."

"Why?" You asked, moving his bangs from his eyes.

"If you're not powerful enough to protect yourself...when I'm not with you..." He sighed, brows furrowing. "Then anything could happen to you."

"You're just worried that if I die, you die," You joked, trying to break the tension.

"That's not it at all," He gasped, sitting up straighter on his knees. "You will always be more important than me."

His words brought a smile to your face and you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.

You groaned, kicking a rock as you walked along the dirt path. It was hot — painfully so. The two of you had been on the move traveling for 3 months and summer was in full swing.

Glancing at Yoongi, you noticed the beads of sweat along his brow and you wondered how it felt to be a creature of fire in the summer heat. Suddenly, your own pain didn't seem so bad.

"There's a stream up ahead," You said, making him look down at you.

He'd grown several inches taller than you since you turned 18 — he was also developing very...attractive features. His eyes were sharper, almost like a cat and his lips were a soft, pink color that look delightfully soft against his pale complexion. His shoulders had broadened and he’d developed a sharper jawline but still retained a cute amount of cheek fat that made him look youthful.

"So?" He chuckled, glancing down at you with a crooked grin.

"Soooo...we should take a break and cool off, don't you think?" You raised a brow, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"You phrase it like a question but something tells me it isn't," He chuckled, easily seeing through you. You'd been together for 6 years and he grew to be able to read you like a book.

"Let's go," You grabbed his wrist and veered off the bath and walk through an overgrown path.

Before long, the distant sound of the stream grew louder and you could have cried at the sight of beautiful running water.

It was a much needed break, you sighed in relief as your sore feet met the cool water. Yoongi walked along the shoreline, muttering something about catching some fish for dinner. You were thankful to have Yoongi — he easily took care of you by catching wild food and cooking it with his fire incredible abilities.

He was a blessing, truly.

There were footsteps from behind you and you turned to look over your shoulder as you realized Yoongi couldn't have come from that direction.

"Hey!" You shouted, watching as two strange men walked up to your belongings.

One picked up your bag and began sifting through it. They completely ignored you, even as you launched out of the water to snatch your bag away.

"Hey now," The taller of the two grinned. "Why don't you just make things easy and let us have your stuff. It'll be a lot easier than having to kill you."

"Why, you—"

"You know what?" The other man, a blonde, snickered. "I think we should take her and bring her back. She'd fetch a pretty price on the market."

Your heart stuttered in your chest at the mention of the market. It was a black market in the region you’d entered — people being sold as slaves was commonplace.

"Y-You can have my bag..." You uttered, preferring if they took your stuff instead of kidnapping you.

"I don't think you have a choice now, little girl," You cried out at the violent grip on your arm as he began to drag you away from the shore.

All defensive spells and tricks you'd learned flew out the window in the face of real danger. It was the first time you'd come face to face with a threat that wasn't a wild animal and you were scared.

"Yoongi!" You shrieked, summoning your familiar immediately.

"What the—"

A single eruption of fire, red tinged with the purple of your infused magic, and the two men were gone. Nothing but two piles of ash were left in their wake.

"Are you okay?" He breathed, eyes wide with panic, grabbing your shoulders to turn you to look at him. "Are you hurt?"

"No..." You felt your body relax as he pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Neither of you said a word as he held you, his head resting atop yours.

He was thankful you'd learned to summon him hands-free like that because, although he wouldn't tell you, if you hadn't he would have been much too far to get to you in time.

It was the first time he'd saved you and he never wanted to listen to your fearful cry of his name again.

"It's lopsided," You muttered, fighting the laugh bubbling up inside you as you stared at the cake Yoongi had made you.

"Listen!" He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "I did my best! And it tastes wonderful, thank you very much. The appearance doesn't matter."

"Oh Yoongi," You finally let your laugh free. "I think it's cute. I appreciate you making me a cake."

"Well it's the first birthday we're spending here," He gestured around the little cabin the two of you settled in. "So, I figured we should celebrate."

"I think it was a great idea," You agreed, using the knife he'd brought along to cut a piece for yourself and for Yoongi.

Though he didn't need to eat since he was an immortal being, he genuinely was still a glutton. He loved food, especially sweets which you found cute.

"This is good!" You groaned as you took your first bite. "Where'd you learn to make this?"

"I asked that traveling lady who stopped by last week."

"You're so cute," You giggled, finishing your slice of cake along with him.

He hummed, eyes following you as you began to get ready for bed.

He whispered your name and you paused in fluffing the pillows to look at him. You jumped when you realized he was standing in front of you suddenly.

"What is it, Yoongi?" You asked, leaning into his touch as he cupped your cheek.

His eyes were dark as usual but there was a gentle smile on his lips. You reached up to cup his hand against your cheek as he slowly began to lean in closer to you. He paused for a second, your lips almost touching to make sure you didn't want to move away.

When you didn't, he closed the gap and you shared a sweet kiss with him.

Your first kiss.

You knew you loved Yoongi long before you found yourself laid out bare beneath him. His lips were soft as he trailed kisses along any and all skin he could access.

"No one's ever touched you like this," He whispered, mostly to himself. "Or seen you like this."

"J-Just you, Yoongi," You whispered, arching your back when he wrapped his lips around your nipple.

He hummed, hand sliding between your thighs to graze over your wet slit.

"Ah Yoon— " You whimpered, clutching desperately at his shoulders through the feather-light stimulation.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, voice muffled as he switched to mouth at your other nipple. The cool air on you now neglected bud caused it to harden and peak.

You didn't get the opportunity to reply, only a broken whimper escaping your lips when his deft fingers found your clit hardened and swelling under your arousal. His fingers were hot and rough but his touch was gentle and soothing.

"Are you ready for my fingers, sweetheart?" He asked, nosing softly against your cheek to press a kiss against the heated flesh.

"J-Just one..." You whispered, biting your lip nervously when his middle finger was positioned at your entrance, ready to enter you.

"You ever touched yourself here, baby?" He asked suddenly, running the digit through your folds to get it nice and wet with your juices.

"Wh-When would I ever have time for that?" You grumbled, feeling your thighs tremble when he began to circle your clit again. "I-I'm literally always you..."

Yoongi chuckled at that, a dark almost possessive sound. "True. I think it's better that way."

"What do you mean?" You breathed, meeting his dark gaze.

There was a pregnant pause, a drawn out stillness between the two of you. You were breathing heavily, wound up from the teasing he'd been giving you.

Then, a cock smirk fell over his swollen lips and you were suddenly being filled his his middle finger. Your mouth fell open and you gasped — the feeling foreign and strange to your virgin body.

"Because I'm the only one allowed to touch you like this now," He whispered, leaning over your body as he slowly fucked his finger in and out of you. "Not even you will be able to make yourself feel like I can."

He met your lips in a heated kiss, your arms wrapping around his shoulders to hold his body close against yours. Your entrance was stretched a bit more when he introduced his ring finger. It wasn't uncomfortable like you'd feared, there was a little sting but when he crooked his fingers just right your back arched.

"Ah...right there?" He asked, grinning before leaning down to nip at one of your nipples.

"Yoongi!" You cried, clawing at the soft blanket beneath your body. "I-I need...I want...please."

"What is it?" He asked, voice soft and comforting when he sensed your rising panic.

Everything was so new for you — the sensations and needs you felt. It excited him like nothing else ever has. He wanted to be the one to give you everything you wanted — wanted to be the first and only person to make you feel good.

"I-I don't...know..." You choked out, mindlessly grinding your hips down in search of more stimulation. It felt like you were teetering on the edge of something — needing a little push to fall apart in pleasure.

"I've got you, sweetheart," He cooed, resting on his forearm above your head as he began to drill those two fingers into your clenching cunt. "I know what you need."

You abandoned your hold on the blanket to cling to him. He pecked your lips, holding your gaze as he introduced a third finger. The stretch was a bit more painful than the last but it quickly and easily faded when his thumb began to grind against your sensitive bud.

"Yoon, I— " You felt breathless, eyes wide but unseeing at you gazed up at Yoongi.

"Cum for me," He growled, fingers pounding into you at just the right angle to hit your g-spot perfectly in time to the cruel circles he made against your clit. "Come on, sweetheart. Let it go for me."

Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, your walls clamping tight around Yoongi's fingers until he had to stop — simply grinding his digits up against that spot inside you as you came. You clung to him, holding him tightly against your body, his soft praises keeping you grounded through the waves of new, untold pleasure he forced your body to ride through. Finally, you were left a weak, spent mess beneath him. His fingers slowed, working you down from the high as you walls continued to spasm randomly.

Finally, he pulled his fingers from your cunt and held them up. They glistened beneath the meager candle light, coated with your cum and soaked with your arousal. You covered your face in embarrassment when he slid those very fingers into his mouth with a moan.

His tongue swirled around every centimeter, savoring your sweet taste.

Mindlessly, his free hand found its way to his cock. You felt yourself clench pathetically at the sight of his fist wrapped around his thick cock — jerking himself off as he cleaned his fingers of your cum. With a final moan, he pulled his fingers away and bit his lip as he looked down at you.

"Do you still want to?" He asked, abandoning his grip on his cock to grip your hips.

"Please, Yoongi...I want you," You whispered, spreading your legs further to fit his body back comfortably between them.

"I love you so much, ______," He whispered, lowering his head to kiss you.

It was a soft, chaste kiss despite the situation you were both in. Your heart fluttered at his confession, feeling tears prick at your eyes with a smile.

"Will it...hurt?" You asked suddenly, feeling the wet tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.

The size difference was daunting, you could tell without even looking. You could feel it. He was thicker than his 3 fingers and definitely longer — he would no doubt kiss the deepest parts of you.

"I'll make sure it doesn't," He whispered, running his fingers down your sides causing goosebumps to rise along the skin.

You leaned up to kiss him again before falling flat against the bed — leaving your body open and vulnerable for anything he wanted to do. Your explicit trust in him made his heart race and he bit his lip to hold back the stinging of tears in his eyes.

He sat back on his heels, gripping his cock in a trembling hand to slide the head up and down your folds slicking himself up with your juices. He held back a moan when you trembled every time he brushed over your sensitive clit.

Holding his breath, he began to push into your entrance. Your previous orgasm had allowed your walls to relax but you began to tense up as he tried to push inside.

"You have to relax, ______," He whispered, prodding the tip against your entrance.

You whimpered, shaking your head. "I c-can't."

"Yes you can," He whispered, thumb finding your clit and circling it. "Let me in, sweetheart."

You sighed, head falling back as he rubbed your bud, pleasure mounting once more. Without you realizing, you melted against the blanket — his name lingering against your lips.

Suddenly, he surged forward and sunk half of his cock inside your tight walls. There was a sting, as you expected, but as he continued to push forward until his cock was sheathed completely — the discomfort vanished.

The two of you were still, your walls spasming around him as he leaned forward to kiss you again. You'd never get tired of feeling his lips on yours and coupled with the way he was filling you — it was addictive.

He pulled back, just the head left stretching you open, before he sunk back inside. You were so wet that you could hear it but you didn't have it in your to be embarrassed. The way he was looking at you, dark eyes filled with lust and love, you didn't feel an ounce of shame in your body.

"Feel so...good," He grunted, beginning to fuck you in earnest while keeping his pace gentle for your sake.

"I-I...I want more, please Yoongi," You softly begged, breathless from the way he stretched you so deliciously.

"Yeah?" He asked, a scoff escaping him in a huff. "I don't think you're ready, baby."

"I am! Please!" You whined, arching your back and grinding your hips against him. The movements were inexperienced but still drew a moan from him.

"No, darling," He whispered, holding your hips down as he continued the same pace. "You can't handle that yet."

His tone left no room for argument and even if one was building, it died at your lips when he began circling your clit again.

"Yoon..." You breathed, clinging to the blanket beneath you again.

"Come for me," He whispered, lips brushing against yours as your body suddenly stilled.

He felt you come, walls tightening around his cock. He continued to work you through your high while grinding against you. The way your back arched and you cried out his name as you lost yourself over his cock was enough to send him over the edge — no matter how hard he tried to hold it back.

You gasped feeling the gush of heat inside you. He moaned your name, burying his face in your neck as his cock throbbed against your walls. He abandoned working your clit when you whimpered and gripped his wrist — the dual feelings of him touching the sensitive bud and coming deep inside you too much for you to handle.

Slowly, when both your bodies calmed down, he pulled out. His cum gushed out of you and you whimpered — embarrassed but he just smiled.

"You're mine now," He cooed, laying beside you to pull your body close to him.

"I love you Yoon..." You whispered, kissing his jaw softly, making him smile.

"I love you too," He replied, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

Breaking through the wall of overgrown shrubbery, some of the twigs scraping your arms on the way. You didn't pay any attention to it, however, as you were immediately taken in by the sight in front of you.

It was some sort of temple, it looked old and was obviously not cared for or in use for anyone anymore.

Yoongi moved in front of you, shielding you from whatever possible threats could come from the abandoned place.

"Hey, what a strange place," You whispered, following Yoongi into the decrepit, old shrine. "What do you think?"

"I think it'd be a good place to hole up," Yoongi replied, moving around the dusty pieces of furniture. "We can put up some warding spells and hide out."

"Good idea," You agreed, placing your bag on an old table.

Yoongi walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your cheek. "We'll be okay. If we can hide long enough, they won't be able to find us."

"I hope you're right," You sighed.

"I think it'd be something to look into, Yoongi," You said, sighing when he ignored you. "Yoo—"

"No. There's no reason to do it now," He snapped, his back to you. "You're only 24, a spell like this shouldn't be performed until you're in your 50s!"

"But things are different now, Yoongi!" You cried. "They're rounding up all the witches and putting them to death. I'm at risk now and I want it done before it's too late!"

"Stop talking like you're going to die!" He shouted, making you flinch as his voice echoed off the stone walls.

"It's always a possibility—"

"No," He snapped. "I'll protect you. I've done it all our lives and I'm not about to fail now."

"Yoongi..." You whispered, standing up to wrap your arms around him from behind. "Please..."

You felt him sigh as his shoulders went lax. He turned in your grip and looked down at you, His eyes were shining with tears as he leaned down to kiss you.

"Thank you," You whispered against his lips.

That was when you performed the spell; locking away a piece of his power, his soul, there in the temple inside your spell book. Only someone who shared your magic signature would be able to see the true shrine — the one you and Yoongi lived in, rather than the one that would appear for others.

And only someone who's soul would be connected to Yoongi's could release him once you died.

It was only a year later, in the bitter cold of winter, that your fears came to fruition. You'd been out collecting wild foods as Yoongi hunted. The two of you did such work at night to avoid being detected as best you could.

You hadn't seem the dark figures stalking you like wolves until it was too late.

All it took was one moment for everything to crumble. A knife to your heart and you were falling to the freezing snow.

The pure white became stained with the red of your blood. Above you, the night sky was lit brightly with the light of the moon and the stars. You and Yoongi loved clear nights like that.

It took everything in your power to whisper his name — the air fogging up with your breath as you uttered it.

The name of the man you loved — the man who would forever be etched into your very soul would be the very last thing you said.

He had felt it long before you had summoned him — your draining spirit. But seeing you on the ground, eyes desperately searching for him broke him.

He fell to his knees, finally coming into your line of sight. He couldn't help the sob that tore past his lips when, despite your situation, you smiled.

You had half expected you wouldn't be able to summon him with your diminishing life force. But being able to see him in your final moments was all you could ask for, truly. Although his eyes weren't filled with the vibrant happiness you wanted to see, they were the eyes you loved regardless.

He cupped your cold cheek, his own body still emanating heat. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours and held there, just kissing you, even after he felt your soul leave.

The gaping emptiness left inside him was painful, the bitter reminder that he had let you die. He had failed to protect you and now he had to face his punishment.

It wasn't much of a punishment, after all he didn't want to live in a world without you.

He picked up your body, limp and cold, before making the short trek to your home — the shrine.

All around him, he could feel your magic from the wards you'd put up. Despite that, it was disembodied and felt fake without your soul there to feed them.

He knelt beside your body as his skin began to flake off and turn to ash. He held onto your hand for as long as he could until his hands turned to ash.

He kept his eyes on your beautiful face until he finally disintegrated — a charred stain on the floor beside your body. The last thing he whispered were from his very soul uttering words of love for you.

Around him, as Yoongi's soul too vanished, the lively home once created within the shrine reverted back to a hollow decrepit place that would only be seen for the next 3 centuries.

Until your soul finally made it back to him.

Pulling back, you met his eyes, finding unrestrained fire and love and...lust swimming inside them. He seemed to notice the change in you; he reached up and cupped your jaw to move in for another kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, that lovely smoky scent enveloping you as he held you close to him.

Although the memory of the first time you were with him was burned into your memory -- you couldn't forget the other ways he held you. With rough hands and filthy words whispered in your ear.

"Please Yoongi," You whispered, reaching down to cup his hard length in the material of his pants. "I want you please."

"Yeah?" He grinned, lips turning from soft to rough as he kissed you again.

"Show me that I'm yours again, please," You begged, moaning when he suddenly pinned you to the hard floor.

He growled, pushing the hem of your dress up roughly to expose the panties you wore beneath. He didn't hesitate in tearing them down your legs and pinning your thighs open.

"So pretty for me," He groaned, eyeing your wet slit spread open for his greedy gaze. "All mine, right? Tell me."

"All yours, Yoongi, only yours!" You cried out when he dipped down and ran his tongue over your clit to taste the creaming juices you gushed at being in such an exposed position.

He knew exactly what to do to make you feel good, swirling his tongue over your clit until you were tugging at his hair. You felt your cunt clench when he suddenly spat against your entrance.

"Can't wait, I need you so fucking bad," He whispered, pulling his cock from the confines of his pants.

He slapped the head of himself against your clit, making your hips jump. Then he finally sunk into you to the hilt with a groan of your name.

Having him inside you after remembering everything was unlike anything you'd experienced in your life. He felt so good, stretching you perfectly, and grinding against your g-spot to make you whine.

He loved the noises you made and he couldn't help fucking into you harshly from the get-go.

"Yoongi! Harder!" You cried, making him chuckle.

"Yeah? Want it harder?" He smirked, hooking your knees over his arms to leave you completely open to him. "I'll fucking ruin you, sweetheart."

The words made you clench him tightly and he groaned. The wet sound of his cock sinking into you mingled with your moans as he doubled his pace. His hips slapped against yours harshly — pain blossoming alongside the pleasure when his cock kissed your cervix.

Your eyes rolled back, body spasming under the onslaught of pleasure.

"'M gonna...cum..." You sobbed, reaching down to circle your clit.

"That's it baby," He whispered. "Get yourself off for me. I'm so close."

Suddenly, he froze balls deep inside you. His cock throbbed for several long seconds before he groaned and came inside you. The rush of heat oh so familiar that it set you off as well. You came, clenching and trembling around his cock as he continued to spill his load. Finally, he pulled out — making you whine and clench once more.

"Oh? You still want to cum?" He asked suddenly, knowing by the way you continued to mindlessly circle your clit with trembling fingers.

"Please Yoongi," You begged, gasping when he replaced your fingers with his own.

They were rough, circling and grinding against the bud until you were arching once again.

His cum gushed out of you, soiling his fingers as he continued to work you through the high and aftershocks.

You grabbed his wrist, bringing those cum-soaked fingers to your lips to envelop them and swallow the mess down. He sighed, yanking his fingers from your mouth to press his lips against yours.

The kiss went from heated and lust-filled to loving and soft in the matter of moments. Pulling away, he gave you his familiar gummy smile before sitting up. He tucked his softening cock back in his pants and smoothing your dress back down properly. Your panties were torn from when he had yanked them off of you — leaving them of no use.

"Should we go home?" He asked, standing up and taking your hand. Your legs shook a little as you put weight back on them.

"I think so," You smiled, lacing your fingers between his.

The two of you left the shrine, the wards and sigils that had been put there by Circe glowing brighter now that your power was connected with your old soul.

Yoongi smiled, tugging you down the familiar path — talking happily about what he wanted to eat for dinner.

You couldn't help but giggle along with him, your heart fluttering endlessly in your chest.

Even though so much time had passed, as Yoongi's nose wrinkled in the wake of his grin, you were reminded that he hadn't changed one bit.

You vowed that even after this life, you would always return to him. You never wanted to be the source of his tears. You couldn't even imagine how he must have felt knowing you didn't remember him. Didn't remember the feeling of his lips against yours, the memories that must have haunted him every time he looked at you -- knowing you didn't share them anymore.

Even now, you could feel his pain; remnants of your last death still weighing heavily on his mind. You squeezed his hand, pausing to pick a wild flower that bloomed within the green grass.

Handing it to him, he smiled. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears — making your heart ache. He smoothed your hair behind your ear, placing the flower there and took your hand again.

As he looked on, you kept your eyes on his side profile.

You loved him and you never wanted to forget the feeling of his love again.

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bangtan-madi · 4 years

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Year of the Rabbit — One: Scarlet

Pairing — Jungkook x Reader, mentions of Hoseok x Yoongi

Tags — best friend!Jungkook, non-idol au, flower shop au, gym au, florist!MC, gym owner!Jungkook, friends to lovers, slow burn, mutual pining

Genre — fluff

Word Count — 2.4k

Summary — Blame it on the storm or the secret feelings or the snow-in, but one thing is for sure: a lot can happen to two best friends when they're confined to their stores overnight.

Part — 1 / 5(?)

Warnings — language, excessive cuteness/fluffiness that might cause cardiac arrest

— Next

The doorbell chimes, alerting you to the entrance of a new customer, a cold breeze blowing behind him. Your gaze shifts from your intricate arrangement of peach blossoms and orchids in the window display towards the tattooed man who's draped in variations of black clothing. You eye his hefty combat boots, arching an eyebrow as he steps off the welcome mat and tracks snow into your shop.

"I'm sorry, sir. I think you have the wrong store. We sell flowers here, not dumbbells. Try the idiot and his gym next door, and maybe before you track mud and snow into my damn store?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes, backtracks to the welcome mat, and makes a show of him wiping his boots. His eyes lock with yours the entire time, and he gestures with his hands after a few moments. "Happy now, your worship?"

You eye the twenty-something up and down, tilting your head to the side as if trying to make up your mind. "Nah, you're still here."

As you turn back to your work, Jungkook steps into the shop, ignoring your last comment. "Well, I've come here to place an order, in case you're wondering. Do you have any florists that are actually nice to customers?"

"Since when do you want to buy flowers?" Brushing your hands onto your jeans, you move from the window display back to the other side of the counter. Offering a forced smile to the brunet on the other side, you muster your most obnoxious customer-service voice and ask, "What can I get for you, sir?"

Jungkook rests his forearms on the counter and leans forward a bit, coming eye-to-eye with you. "How do I passive-aggressively say 'fuck you' in flower?"

Tapping your chin, you offer, "Well, I would want to know specifically who this 'fuck you' is directed towards, but a good place to state would be Geraniums for stupidity, Foxglove for insincerity, Meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations basically say 'you have disappointed me,' and orange lilies will show the hatred of a thousand suns."

Jungkook's grin widens. "Perfect. I'll take a dozen arrangements. Deliver them as soon as possible to my best friend's apartment."

"That'll be six million won."

His eyes bulge at the price tag. "Six million!"

You pout at him, sticking your lower lip out and batting your eyelashes. "Not worth bothering your best friend after all, Gym Bunny?"

Jungkook's facade breaks down at the mention of your longtime nickname. He snickers, his grin causing smile lines to appear at the corners of his eyes and tops of his cheeks. His laughter is contagious, eventually enticing you to do the same.

"Damn, I am glad you're back," he sighs.

You'll never admit it, but those words send a wave of warmth through you. Jungkook is someone you've been friends with for a long time, since before high school, before puberty, before being best friends with the opposite sex was awkward. For that, you're grateful. There's only been one thing that hasn't changed since then, and that's how you both feel about each other. You've been attached at the hip for over a decade. For most of your teen years and early adulthood, there wasn't a day that went by when you hadn't at least texted or called.

Even as you grew older, your lives turned out pretty similarly. Jungkook took a few college classes, decided it wasn't really for him, and opened up his own gym with fellow Busan-native Park Jimin. Between the two men's drive and natural athleticism, you weren't surprised at all when the business took off. You joined forces with fellow botany major students Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi, and shortly after completing year two out of a three-year program, the trio of flower-children put a hefty down payment on the shabby chic building in old Seoul. By summer's end, the flower shop was in full swing and getting orders from both individuals and companies for events all over the city.

As luck would have it, Jungkook and Jimin's gymnasium is right across from your shop. This makes for healthy competition between the two groups, but no more so than between old friends. You both have always tried to out-do one another, but it's always with friendly intent. You harass each other like it's the last thing you'll ever do—you call him Gym Bunny, and he refers to you as his Flower Child—but in the end, there's no one you'd rather have in your corner than the boy standing in front of you.

"You've said that about seven times since you picked me up from the airport at Christmas."

"And I mean it, every damn time!"

"You sure about that?" you chuckle, shoving his shoulder from across the counter. "I mean, a single fall semester and you've broken up with your lady friend the second I came back."

He brushes your comment off with a wave of his hand. "Aish, that wasn't you. That breakup was a long-time coming. Thought it would be best to do it before the holidays so we wouldn't have that awkwardness to deal with on top of family drama."

You make a sound of disbelief and shift over to the back room. Jungkook follows you as you pick up several more empty vases and begin to take them to the adjacent window display, two at a time.

"I still feel bad for you, Kook. I mean, you didn't have anyone over Christmas or New Year's. Now it's the Lunar New Year, and not only do you not have a girlfriend, but the boys are also out of town."

Jungkook shrugs as if it's nothing. "I have you!"

"Well, actually..." Biting your lower lip, you turn towards him with a sheepish expression. "I kinda have to work late today to get some orders done for a wedding next week. With the holiday, and my fearless business partners out of the country, I'm cutting it close as is. I didn't want to wait until the weekend was over before getting those in. I was going to tell you, but..."

"Oh, I got you." He shakes his head fervently. "No, trust me, I understand. You're a business owner. You gotta do what you gotta do." He glances around the shop. "If it's worth anything, I like what you've done with the place."

You follow his eyes, spotting the tiny handing lanterns and ruby cards handing along the periphery of the shop. Even with two of the three owners absent, you wanted the store to feel celebratory. The small space was now a perfect blend of vibrant viridian and striking scarlet. You'd put in the effort a week or so ago, and it feels nice to have that acknowledged.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"Um..." You gesture towards the supply room behind you. "Go back there and look at the register on the wall. Tell me how many sets of gold and red ribbon I have."

Jungkook eagerly slips into the back room and begins doing as you ask. In his absence, you turn moving merchandise across the shop.

"Yoongi and Hoseok leave you hanging on this order, huh?"

"Not their fault, they didn't know we were going to get such a massive job while they were away." You return to the backroom for the last set of vases. "Those two haven't had a day off in a while; between the final year at university and the shop being as busy as it is, there's always something to do. I told them I could handle it, no problem. It's about time they had a holiday by themselves. Didn't realize they'd go as far as Hawaii..."

Your companion snickers, "At least Yoongi-hyung will get some sun for once. And you have five rolls of red ribbon, and two rolls of gold."

You snap your fingers, an idea popping into your head as the final set of vases are set in the window display. "That reminds me: I need to place an order for that as well."

"What else do you have to do before you close?"

Biting your lower lip, you grab your notebook and pull the pencil from the spine, going down your list. "I need to handle the details of that big order, which includes a call with the clients. I need to get the vendor to confirm the details of a separate order. I also need to place an order for some supplies, which now...includes...ribbons." You scribble the notes in the margin so you don't forget. "Also a few admin things like paying the rent and utilities, which usually Yoongi handles...Oh! And changing the irrigation, which Hoseok usually does every month...and I think I'm a week late—shit."

Seeing your uneasy state and hearing you ramble on about all your tasks, Jungkook places a hand on your shoulder. You jump a little at his touch, nearly dropping your notebook as he breaks you out of your mental spiral. Luckily, your best friend has the reflexes of a cat. He catches it before it makes it to the ground.

"Are you sure you're okay, [Y/n]?" His voice is soft and concerned, nothing like the playful and teasing tone of before. "I know I don't know much about running a flower shop or ordering from vendors or cleaning out the irrigation-whatever...but you need someone to help you. You can't possibly get all of this done alone, tonight. Can't any of this wait until tomorrow?"

You shake your head with a sigh. "The vendors are closed after tonight and won't open until Monday. And the wedding those flowers are for is Friday. If I don't order tonight, they won't ship in time to get here. And the bills are a little late as is; I have to take care of those or Yoongi will kill me. And the irrigation is super important for plant health—"

"—But your mental and physical health is important, too," Jungkook reminds you with a gentle insistence. His brown eyes stare straight ahead, showing you with his attention how serious he is. "When did you get here this morning?"

"Um...I don't remember exactly, it was sometime around six—"

"—And what time did you leave last night?"

"Nine-ish?"

The brunet sighs, running a tattooed hand over his face. "You're gonna burn out, jagiya. You can't keep this up."

"It's only for tonight, I promise! Once this order is in, and these few things are taken care of, I'll be better about my schedule. I promise."

Jungkook shakes his head at your stubbornness, raising his hands in mock defeat. "All right, all right. You win. What can I help with?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes," he laughs. "What do I always say? You're the platonic love of my life; I'll do anything for you, Flower Child."

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip to help your mind stay off his usual comment, one that somehow feels different these days. "Well...can you go home and feed my cat?"

He arches an eyebrow and crosses his arms. "Are you serious? I meant here, at the shop, idiot."

"And I'm serious! Elizabeth the 3rd needs attention and dinner. You'd be doing me a huge favor, Bunny."

"You know, that cat hates me."

"Hey, she might be on to something. You are pretty shady."

Jungkook throws his hand up as he turns towards the door. "Y'know, the greatest part of you studying abroad was not being harassed every single day."

A mock-evil, villainous laugh bursts from your mouth, a sound you know only annoys him further. "You love me anyway!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be back after I feed your damn cat, and I'm picking up dinner. What do you want?"

Your eyes widen, and your laughter fades as you bounce up and down where you stand. "If you bring Natsukashii takeout, I will love you forever."

Throwing a wink in your direction as he reaches the door, Jungkook replies, "You already do."

After he leaves, flurries of snow blow through as the door closes. As they dance in the air, melting against the hardwood floor and the potted plants that fill the cozy space, you gnaw on your lower lip subconsciously. A shiver runs down your spine, and your hands rub up and down your arms to stave off the chill.

But the late-winter weather isn't the cause of the tremor down your back, or the hairs standing on end along your forearms. This exact reaction is one you'd been shoving in the back of your mind for a while. Thoughts of Jungkook in a way you'd never considered before, something more than what you've been for the past decade, something that's changed so slowly over time you'd hardly noticed it, something that is definitely not platonic.

Heaving a sigh, you shake thoughts of Jungkook away, forcing them into the smallest closet in the back of your memory. With the last bit of mental power you can manage, you shove the metaphorical door closed and lock it tight. Those thoughts will be there tomorrow, just as they've been there every day for the past six months. You can deal with them then, because there's no way you'll consider acting on a fleeting emotion that might lead to the end of the one stable thing in your life. The one permanent thing. The one good thing.

Not a chance in hell.

The vermilion lights seem brighter as the darkness sets in. Lunar New Year is finally here, and the city is alive with festivities and revelry. The season of scarlet and change is upon Seoul—and for once in your life, you're relieved to be spending it alone, amongst the flowers.

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latetaektalk · 3 years

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tag games

tagging : @cosmoguk @jtrbluv @yeojaa @opaljm @sleepyjhs @gyukult @jentwt @cafemiya @masterninjacow @gamerkooks and everyone else that has tagged me

tag game one : fic writers ask game

tagged by : @luvdsc thanks cat! this is super fun ✨

Which new trope would you like to try writing?

ex-friends-to-lovers!! in general i love any ex type of tropes!! a heist! au would be fun too

Which trope do you want to write again?

exes! like, i genuinely love that trope so much and feel like theres not enough out there!

Which draft are you most excited to post?

i dont write multiple stories at the same time, so the newest chapter of love to hate you

Is there any new genre you want to explore?

hm i guess fluff? i kinda write angst by default because i think fluff is kinda... boring and not dramatic enough, so i guess i wanna try out fluff!

Do you have a favorite line in any of your drafts up to now?

“Can’t you at least pretend like you think I’m funny?”

“Yeah, that costs extra.”

“And you scolded Jisoo for exploiting me,” Jungkook bit back.

“Well, you said you’re all mine to exploit, didn’t you?” you hummed, scrunching your nose. “You are my boyfriend after all, right?”

Jungkook stared at you, blinked three times before tilted his head to the side and tongued his cheek, defeat.

“Touché.”

Have you decided on any creative goals for 2021?

not really! i just try to write, have fun and improve honestly!

Describe your journey on this blog last year in three words! And three more words for what you hope for 2021!

2020: growth, friendships, fun

2021: growth, friendships, fun (dont really wanna change anything! im having fun!)

tag game two : 10 songs, 10 people

rules : you can tell a lot about a person from the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs. then tag ten people. no skipping!

playlist chosen : love to hate you

kiss me - sixpence none the richer

anything you want - jawny

can i call you tonight? - dayglow

heartbreak in a box - juice

daydreaming - marc wavy

lover boy - phum viphurit

let’s fall in love for tonight - finneas

dontmakemefallinlove - cuco

strangers in a dream - phum viphurit

afterglow - taylor swift

tag game three : interview

rules : answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

tagged by : @lcksndkys thank you so much! these are a ton of fun ✨

name/nickname : linh

pronouns : she/her

star sign : scorpio

height : around 170 cm or 5′7

time currently : 10:30 pm

when is your birthday : nov 9th

favorite band/groups : exo, red velvet, bts, nct, superm, blackpink, twice

favorite solo artist : taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, finneas

song stuck in your head : gone by rose

last movie you watched : get smart, i think

last show you binged : taskmaster

when you created your (main) blog : like april 2019 maybe?

last thing you googled : how many seconds in a year

other blogs : this and my recs blog

why i chose my url : like late night talk, so i turned the night into taek because of taehyung, baekhyun and taeyong afdfsa

how many people are you following : 305

how many followers do you have : around 1.7k

average hours of sleep : uh not much? idk online class is kinda killing my sleep schedule

lucky number : 7

instruments : piano

dream job : dont know, but something that i enjoy and make good money at?

dream trip : vietnam, china, south korea, japan, england, france, netherlands

favorite food : potatoes, salmon, dim sum

nationality : chinese

favorite song : cruel summer by taylor swift,, its literally my most played song of 2020

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in : marvel, atla, we bare bears

tag game four : this or that

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

tag game five : ten biases tag

rules : write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions

seulgi

baekhyun

taehyung

joohyun

jungkook

jennie

chaeyoung

nayeon

mark

jongin

1. between 1 and 4 who would you rather kiss?

uhm cant i just kiss both? i could never choose between the two sadfsd

2. between 2 and 7 who would be your best friend?

chaeyoung because she speaks english but also because i feel like she and i would hit it off better

3. between 5 and 10 who has the better voice?

love jongin and his voice, but yeah jungkook

4. between 1 and 8 who is the funniest?

ohh thats hard, but i think its nayeon adsfas

5. between 6 and 9 who would you date?

jennie. if i have the chance to date kim fucking jennie, im dating kim fucking jennie. bye mark im not even sorry

6. between 9 and 10, who would you do a collaboration with?

mark! i feel like working with him would be so funny because he just talks and talks and talks asdfdas

7. between 4 and 8 who is the best dancer?

joohyun!

8. between 3 and 5 who would you most likely marry?

uhm uhm uhm- i think im gonna go with taehyung? mainly because of yeontan asdadsf

9. between 1 and 7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

seulgi no fucking question asdfsd like sorry, bestie chaeyoung, but seulgi just owns my heart :((

10. between 2 and 3 who has the better smile?

i dont think this is fair at all?? because both have such gorgeous smiles?? im not choosing asdfs

11. between 6 and 8 who would you vacation with?

jennie! feel llike she would pay for everything and kinda spoil me,, also feel like she would want to do the craziest shit

#linh.tagged

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siverwrites · 3 years

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Trick or Treat Letter 2021

AO3: Siver

Thank you for taking this on! Here there are some general prompt details if you want them and if you already have some idea of your own, awesome. I can’t wait to see what you come up with.

Note sometimes I have some specific prompts for some characters while other don’t. This has nothing to do with priority or preferences. They’re just ones I happened to some specific thoughts for. Of course they’re only ideas and you’re free to ignore them!

All requests are for fic or art.

Art: Interactions of some sort: emoting at each other, talking, sharing some activity, taking a walk, hugs are always welcome, soft things, whatever suits the pair/group. I’d much prefer the character(s) doing something over just standing around looking cool.

Likes: fluff, hurt/comfort, found family, sickfic, fandom crossovers or fusions between requested fandoms, angst with a happy or at least bittersweet end, bonding, cuddling/hugs/holding, banter, mutual care and support, loyalty, pre-canon, post-canon, missing scenes, slice of life, supernatural stuff, mystery, adventure, world-building, creepy or unsettling atmospheres

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

Any combination of character tags within each fandom is cool. I have specfic pairs and groups listed at points but those are only for ideas. Heck, any crossover/fusion between any of these fandoms is welcome too, go nuts.

For treats: you can’t go wrong with fluff! Friendship, familial bonds, found family, romance for the few ship possibilities listed here.

For tricks: I like it atmospheric. Unsettling atmospheres. Unresolved mystery. Making use of the stranger environments canon may already provide. The surreal. The strange. The supernatural. Much prefer a subtler creepy factor over ‘jump scares’ and gore.

Ghost Trick

Alma

Cabanela

Jowd

Sissel

Kamila

Lynne

Missile

Pigeon Man

Lovey-Dove

Mino

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

Ships I’m good with: Alma/Jowd/Cabanela, Alma/Jowd, Cabanela/Jowd (where the focus is there but without infidelity to Alma), Alma/Cabanela (again no infidelity just where the focus is)

I love this game, its characters and pretty much everything about it, so whatever you want to do will be great I’m sure. New timeline mysteries and missing memories are always welcome where it makes sense. Alternate timelines and what-ifs are cool to explore. Fluff, comfort, family found or otherwise and friendships are always a go. Spooky ghost shenanigans, mysteries in the night.

Any combination of these characters is more than welcome too!

Any combination of Jowd/Cabanela/Alma or Jowd & Cabanela & Alma is always welcome.

Always down for various combinations of Pigeon Man with Cabanela, Jowd and/or Kamila. Or PM with someone less expected like Alma! Or Sissel! Or Missile! The Jowd family expands and you cannot escape. In other words found family with Lynne or with Pigeon Man (or both of course).

Animal shenanigans on their own or with each other and fluff is great.

Sissel settling into the Jowd household and the shenanigans that ensue from having a ghost-powered cat.

Mino: What is Mino? Who is Mino? This is trick or treat, go weird, have fun.

Alma: We just need more of our girl honestly. Sweet relationship or family stuff. Go supernatural and consider Alma ghost either during game or temporarily post-game before being rescued by Sissel (Maybe helping Sissel save herself in that situation?)

Final Fantasy VI

Celes

Sabin

Chocobos

Valigarmanda

Mog

Phantom Train

Gogo

Relm

Interceptor

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore beyond canon typical, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), Gogo as Daryl, non-canonical permanent character death

Valigarmanda: I just want to know more about them (she? he? your pronoun of choice). What led to them frozen in Narshe? Do they still hold some form of awareness in that state? Do the moogles look after at all? Some form of communication between them? How did they feel joining the party as magicite? What exactly took place between them and Terra? So many possibilities or something else entirely.

Mog: I just like moogles okay. Throw him at anyone here in the above list and see what happens. Or a moogle adventure in Narshe or elsewhere. Sky's the limit, dance's the limit?

Chocobos: I just like chocobos okay. Throw one or more at anyone here in the above list and see what happens. If you want something more specific I will never have enough serpent trench travel with Sabin and Celes in the World of Ruin. Give them chocobos and off they go. Figaro chocobos are also good. Chocobo anything.

Phantom Train: I have no particular thoughts here but what better exchange than Trick or Treat for the Phantom Train itself? Exploring more about it whether it's just it or throw characters at it. All cool.

Celes and Sabin: as stated I'm an absolute sucker for world of ruin travel with these two and anything more is good. That said if you want to focus on just one of them or one of them with someone else that's great too. I've only lumped them together for sake of convenience. Sabin in Figaro? Sabin with another here? Celes travels in the saved world?

Interceptor: Does he interact much with any of the rest of the party? Or... dog and chocobo... Or just you know can't go wrong with Interceptor and Relm things ever

Relm: Any interaction with anyone here. Leaning on her Sketch ability would be cool. Mimic paint off with Gogo?

Gogo: Gogo's just neat. More of them good.

Carto

Carto's Puppy

Granny Maldpo

Shianan

Shianan's Puppy

Storytender

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

I just want to see a little more of these characters and this world. The game was so cute and neat. More travel or stories or some sort of cute moment with Carto and Maldpo, and puppy if post-game, on their airship! Granny Maldpo is so cool! Explorer pilot grandma hell yeah! A little adventure for her? More exploration of Shianan (and her puppy!)? A reunion with Carto again?

The story chalet was also just really neat so doing more with it and the Storytender is absolutely welcome. What does an average day for him look like in an ever-changeable library with books writing themselves?

The Last Guardian

The Boy

Trico

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

Give me all the cat-dog-bird fluff/shenanigans/playfulness/warmth/coziness. Anything while they’re together. Barrel feeding, snuggle time, riding, flying. Sweet or silly (Trico has his moments for sure) or something else. I adore Trico. I adore the boy and Trico’s companionship.

Alternatively something in the future. The boy grown up reuniting with Trico. A flight with Trico. A temporary willing return to the nest. Meeting Trico babies!

Metroid

Samus

Chozo

Baby Metroid

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore beyond canon typical, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), reliance on manga knowledge, spoilers for Metroid Dread, non-canonical permanent character death

While I don't have anything particular in mind here, I'm all about the mood for Metroid and would appreciate really leaning on the atmosphere and environmental aspects--either more lush areas (eg Brinstar, Tallon IV landing area) but still isolating, or the darker more tense places. I'm particularly fond of Super Metroid and Metriod Prime.

Any singular focus on one of the above three or some combo is good.

Regarding the manga: I know next to nothing about it, so light referencing without needed knowledge is fine; anything deeper than that please avoid?

Monkey Island

Guybrush Threepwood

Elaine Marley

Murray

El Pollo Diablo

Feral Chickens

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), Escape from Monkey Island, angst, non-canonical permanent character death

Silly pirate-y shenanigans. Guybrush and Elaine team-up on something actually in one place? Any interactions with Murray are always a treat and we’ve never gotten to see those with Elaine in the mix.

Explore the legend of El Pollo Diablo in some way. What do the chickens get up to now they roam free across Puerto Pollo? What oh-so-nefarious schemes is Murray up to now? A feral chicken demonic skull team-up?? I mean, that’s kinda close to El Pollo Diablo right???

This is coming off as Curse of Monkey Island-centric (it is my favourite) but it doesn’t have to be. It’s just because of the chickens… and Murray. But mainly chickens. Anytime from the previous games, or future or off to the side is good too.

Bug Fables

Kabbu

Leif

Chompy

Elizant II

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), non-canonical permanent character death

I love the group dynamics! Party fun times while they’re travelling would be good. Really interested in more with Leif’s situation because that is a Lot and open to more introspection and dealing–Kabbu support go? Attempted Vi support go? Chompy being the best plant she can be? Snuggle that plant during hard times?

Exploring that lab more and cordyceps is welcome for the creepier end of things. Same with the Giant’s Lair and what IS that giant eye?

There’s also an interesting connection between Elizant II and Leif I’d be interested in seeing more. Leif’s out of his time but holds memories of Elizant I. Elizant II is a more direct connection he’s otherwise lacking and it’s nice to see how his opinion of her shifts and grows as she grows.

The Legend of Heroes

DNW: NSFW, non-con, dub-con, underage relationships, unrequested ships, infidelity, explicit gore, modern AUs (college, high school, coffee shop etc), spoilers for Hajimari or Kuro, Agate/Tita, Olivier/Schera, non-canonical permanent character death

Trails in the Sky

Estelle Bright

Cassius Bright

Lena Bright

Kloe Rinz

Alicia von Auslese

Celeste D. Auslese

Olivier Lenheim

Mueller Vander

Ragnard

Any combination of any of these characters could lead to interesting things. Some combo ideas:

In Phantasma, Kloe and Celeste talk... Estelle, Olivier or Mueller could be interesting too though... Or simply more about Celeste and the Hermit's Garden by herself.

Bright family time will always be welcome. And more love for Lena. Kloe and Estelle sister/best friend time.

Kloe and Olivier have a lot of potential for interesting interaction in how they parallel each other but are so wildly different at the same time. Kloe and Alicia family time!

Olivier & Cassius: I’m just really interested to see more interaction between these two whether while they’re still planning or something before Olivier goes back to Erebonia after Sky SC. Cassius can’t help himself when it comes to giving advice…

Olivier & Alicia: Royalty matters, knowing who Olivier actually is. Last meetings before he goes back to Erebonia?

Olivier&/Mueller stuff is all good

Ragnard: cool dragon is cool. Either something about him individually in the past? Or what he's up to now? A look at interaction between him and Cassius? Ragnard and Auslese (any of them)...?

Crossbell

Lloyd Bannings

Randy Orlando

Tio Plato

Elie MacDowell

KeA Bannings

Alex Dudley

Zeit

Sergei Lou

No ships here please.

Bonding and found family is the name of the game here! Tio and Zeit spending time together. Lloyd and Randy having bro time or Lloyd trying to remind Randy that he does indeed belong with SSS. KeA and “Uncle” Sergei time! What might they do together, or what does KeA get Sergei to do with her? Lloyd and KeA spending time together, Lloyd spoiling KeA, KeA being a comfort to Lloyd. KeA turning on the charm on Dudley. Dudley and Sergei interaction. Any combination of any of the SSS related characters is great if you want a bigger SSS gathering. I love them all.

Anything exploring KeA's powers is very cool too.

Trails of Cold Steel

Alfin Reise Arnor

Priscilla Reise Arnor

Olivier Leheim | Olivert Reise Arnor

Mueller Vander

Valimar

Mint

Alfin, Olivier, Priscilla: The Arnors have it rough dammit. Some soft moment for any combo of these three? Reunions after Olivier comes back and isn’t dead? We were deprived! Entertaining sibling times. A Priscilla bonding moment with Olivier when he was still getting used to living in the palace. And of course individually they’re interesting in their own roles and I’m always down for more.

Mueller: Of course anything with Olivier is good in my books. I’m running under the assumption that since he shows up with Olivier in the triumphant not-dead return, that he wound up at Valleria while Olivier recovered and I would be very soft for any moment taking placing during that time period. But when it comes to those two sky’s the limit. I’m good with platonic or ship. Mueller having some interaction with either Priscilla or Alfin would be great too!

Valimar: Given his history and knowledge it’d be interesting to see a conversation with Olivier or Alfin given also their family name Cedric’s positioning and, well, all the history there. Alternatively I love his interactions with Mint and how respectful of her he is, so anything between those two yes please. Or just something exploring him by himself in some way would be cool too.

Mint: I’m particularly interested in her during CS III and IV times and with Valimar as above. However, any Mint shenanigans is a fun time. She’s doing her best!

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