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cremationwings · 3 years

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Three Months Before Purge Night

CW: Death Implied/Mentioned

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“Everyone in their seats,” Aizawa says as he walks to the front, setting down a folder.

The class listens and in five seconds were in their seats. Aizawa looks around the class and opens his folder and presses a button. In big words ‘PURGE NIGHT’ appeared on the board, catching everyone’s attention. They look at their homeroom teacher, wondering where he was going with this. Would he ban them from purge night? Many already argued that futures heroes and heroes should not participate.

But purge night is for everyone. No one can prevent who is involved, only those who are protected and what age one can participate.

“Classes will end soon and you’ll be starting your breaks soon. Again, let us know if you’ll be staying on campus. Onto the business of what’s on the board. We all know about the annual purge. Only two countries participate in this, which is Japan and the United States,” Aizawa explains and has Aoyama to pass out a piece of paper for the class, “And you are all as of now, sixteen. You are now able to participate in this year’s purge.”

“Mr. Aizawa?”

“Yes, Iida?”

“I thought the age was fifteen. Why has it been raised?” Iida asks as he looks at the piece of paper, which contained information.

“The Hero Commission changed it just last month. I have no idea why,” Aizawa sighs and looks at the board, “Purge night is in one month. If you are to participate, I need to know.”

“But why? The point of purge night is to well, kill,” Sero says confused.

“U.A. will be on lockdown. We are under government protection. Not even villains can step in here, which is a small number. So I need to know who will be off campus. You don’t have to say now, but I would like to know before the end of the week. I will keep it anonymous unless you decide to tell the class.”

The class look at each other, wondering who of their class will participate. This is something big for everyone. Midoriya sighs as he looks at the piece of paper in front of him, staring at the rules and regulations the commission had in place.

This is a tense moment. It’s a decision that can affect many lives. Ever since the surprising death of All for One, the downfall of the Liberation Army and disbandment of the League of Villains, so much has changed. Everything is different now. While the number of villains is low now, it doesn’t mean their inexistent.

The annual purge was something he really didn’t believe in either. It’s something that was created to control the overpopulation they have at the moment, as well as to deal with the poor. It was hard to deny. Midoriya hated the idea of it, but what can he do? He’s only a high school kid who’s lived through six annual purge nights.

That’s when Midoriya got an idea. It’s silly and it may not even work. Yet, it could be great for their training. Hell, they may be able to end purge night as well or start a revolution. It may cost lives, on their side or the other, but it would be the start of it.

“You’re mumbling, dipshit.”

Midoriya looks in front of him, Bakugo glaring at them. Midoriya sheepishly apologizes, Bakugo just grumbling. Aizawa let the class have free time for now, seeing as all day today was dedicated to learning about the purge. Bakugo turns to Midoriya, staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you scheming?” Bakugo asks him, the class chattering away.

Their relationship still wasn’t the best, but they were equals in a manner. They both now respected each other, and they fought together when needed. They wouldn’t say they are best friends, but acquaintances who have each other’s backs.

Okay, maybe friends but neither would admit to it.

“About purge night.”

“You’re participating?” Bakugo frowns, not expecting this from the freckled boy.

“In a sense,” Midoriya says in a low voice to not be heard by those around him, “You and I know the real reason why we even have this night. The elites control this.”

“Well duh, I’m not a dumbass like you,” He scoffs, turning around full to face him, “But what can we do about it?”

“Join forces,” Midoriya grins, making even Bakugo feel cold, “I’ll explain it later. I wouldn’t want Aizawa to hear this.”

“What are you talking about?” Mineta asks and looks at the two boys.

“Nothing,” They both say, glaring at him hard enough to make him scatter.

School day ended and the class was quiet as they returned to their dorms. As the final student entered, Midoriya turns to Bakugo. They both nod and Bakugo releases a few fireworks to get everyone’s attention. Midoriya clears his throat and looks at his class, setting down his backpack. They all look at him confused, wondering what this is about. Did he injure himself again?

“We should participate in the purge,” Midoriya says out loud.

Crickets. Just crickets. Nothing else. Everyone went through various stages of shock, staring at the two boys who stood there confident.

Then chaos. There was screaming, shouting, questions, comments, everything. Midoriya and Bakugo sigh and expected this. They let them continue until they all quiet down, which took five minutes.

“Why?” Iida asks, looking at them as if they grew two heads, “Such a statement should not be made lightly!”

“Iida is right,” Yaoyorozu speaks next, “What’s your reason?”

“Iida, Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, please don’t take this wrong,” Midoriya starts off, “But-“

“The elites and rich control the fucking purge and it’s the poor who suffer the most,” Bakugo says bluntly, shrugging his shoulders, “I’m not rich, neither am I poor. However, it doesn’t mean I’m blind to class inequality. They say it’s due to overpopulation, which is both true and false. It is also to get rid of the poor.”

The class stays quiet to process the information, and to also process that Bakugo gave facts while cursing only once. He also didn’t yell, which is very surprising. The three students who were called out blink and think of what he said. Yes, they are the three richest in the class and their families play big parts when it comes to heroes. But that doesn’t mean they are to blame.

“We are not blaming you,” Midoriya states as if he could read their minds, “But the upper classes play a big part. No one here is blaming you, but we all have to open our eyes and think about this. Why should they be in control of this night? Why should they be excluded? Everyone should be included if we want this to be fair! Overpopulation will always be a problem, but many of this recent generation are not even having kids. They are too focused on hero work or their own lives!

And overpopulation will always be here no matter what we do. If this was the real reason as to why we have this night, then this should have been implemented since the beginning of quirks arose. There is so much that can be done and of course we can’t change it in one night, it may take us years and many more of these nights. That doesn’t mean we can’t start now!”

They all stare at Midoriya as he was now standing on a chair. They were all too surprised to speak. They never expect the boy who dreamt of saving people to now suggest killing.

“Wouldn’t this affect the school as well?” Tsuyu asks, looking at the two, “The school falls under the protection of the government. Doing this would endanger the students and teachers.”

“We thought of this as well,” Bakugo looks at them, “While we want everyone included, schools should still have protection. We are still trying to decide if it should fall under government protection and if that means including all hero schools. As of now, only the top three schools have protection under the government.”

It was still silent between everyone, the room tense now by what he stated. They can’t deny what he said. They’re both too smart to argue against. Midoriya was starting to think he won’t get support from how quiet the room was.

Until.

“I’ll join you,” Todoroki states, hand raised and looks at Midoriya, “I’ll be there.”

“What?” Midoriya looks at him with wide eyes, Bakugo just as surprised.

“The commission has to change. I overhear conversations between my father and the commission. There needs to be a system change. You’re right,” Todoroki stood straight as he spoke, “And if there is one thing the commission hates, is saving people during that night. That night is dedicated to killing, not saving. I can gather any information you need.”

Midoriya smiles at Todoroki, one of his really good friends, nodding. He looks at Bakugo, who shrugs and writes down his name.

“I’m in too,” Kirishima states hand raised, “It’ll be unmanly to accept what the commission does. As all you bros stated, we need to change this!”

“Count me in,” Iida says, pushing his glasses up as the class turned to him, “If I want to be a hero, it starts off with seeing what’s wrong in this system.”

“Same here,” Yaoyorozu nods, her cheeks a little pink from her nerves, “Write me down. I can support financially and with documents if needed.”

“The darkness will join in.”

“Hell yeah, dudes! Us too!”

“I’ll make sure we are stocked on energy bars during the twelve hours!”

“We have to go to Hatsume later so she can make some changes in my support items!”

“We’re really doing this?”

“For a good reason.”

Midoriya was an smiles, watching as his classmates conversarte about the night. He steps down the chair, Bakugo writing down everyone’s name. He looks at him and just smiles, making the blond just roll his eyes and slaps the journal on his chest.

“That is so fucking stupid!” A voice shrills out.

19 heads turn to look down at the young purple classmate, who stared at them in shock. None are surprised that he objects and it kills the mood in the room. They just sigh and Kaminari speaks first.

“Just say you don’t want to participate is all. No one is forcing you, dude.”

“Kaminari, I thought you were better than this. Joining in something so useless!” Mineta looks up at the teen, “How do we even know this is not some plot so Midoriya can kill us?”

“Because I am not like you,” Midoriya speaks up, walking over and stands in front of Mineta, “I don’t give up at the sight of danger. You can stay here on purge night if you’d like. I won’t force anyone to join me. Is that clear enough for your small brain?” Midoriya asks and raises an eyebrow.

Mineta just stays quiet and stomps away, still shrilling about how the idea was stupid. They just roll their eyes and all turn to Midoriya and Bakugo.

“So we’re going to be vigilantes essentially?” Sato asks, looking at who they now consider leaders.

“Exactly, sounds badass too,” Bakugo smirks and looks at him, “We are going to tear down the system and blow it the fuck up.”

“We’re going to fuck shit up,” Midoriya says, a grin on his face.

The class goes wild with his declaration and that he cursed. He rarely curses if ever. Midoriya just laughs and looks at his class, feeling a range of emotions. This was going to be big, and they will make their statement known.

“What do we do first to get ready?” Uraraka asks through the sea of noise.

“We need to get our support items registered for purge night. They only allow three that have to deal with our quirks. Anything else is free range. Kacchan, we’ll have to see what we do about your quirk. Explosives fall under weapons class four,” Midoriya explains, flipping through the pages of his journal, “Outfits too. It has to be something that can’t be tied to our hero uniforms. Then we may need masks. It’s best to cover our face so no one sees we’re hero students.”

“Who will we be going after?” Jiro asks, lightly tugging on her earjacks, “We have to be careful that no children are harmed.”

“Except dicks,” Kaminari mumbles.

“Kacchan and I made a list,” Midoriya explains and lets Bakugo explain.

“We can’t go above level ten government, meaning the hero commission board and the ministry. However, they never said anything of those who work for them. They are not level ten. Also, there are no rules of going against heroes. Some are corrupt and I’m just saying, no one will miss them.”

“We’ll kill heroes?” Hagakure asks, hand seeming to go to her mouth based on her glove position.

“Only if necessary,” Midoriya shrugs, walking towards the common room, “I say severely harm. Whatever happens to them happens.”

“How will we know who is who? I’m sure they’ll be in disguise,” Sero points out and sits on the ground.

“I’ve got that ready too. What? I’m a hero fan and I like to analyze quirks. This isn’t my first rodeo,” Midoriya rolls his eyes.

They spend the rest of the day explaining what the plan is and who they’ll go after. Todoroki may have been pleased that Endeavor was number three on the list of who to go after.

Aizawa just smirks as he overheard everything, shaking his head. He’s not at all surprised that Midoriya and Bakugo are leading the charge. Besides, not like he’s innocent as well. He too will participate in the purge.

This purge year will be very interesting.

#midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #iida tenya #uraraka ochako #tsuyu asui #denki kaminari #sero hanta #kirishima eijirou #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha writing #cw death mention #cw death implied

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fuckwritersblock · 4 years

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I’ve seen a few posts asking for recommendations for romance interactive/visual novels and finally I decided it would be better to just post about it rather than replying. Note that I have been playing this genre for years but I also am picky. There are some games that I have played which I would not necessarily rec*.

Interactive Novels (Purely text based)

The Wayhaven Chronicles (Mobile, Steam)

Creme de la Creme (Mobile, Steam)

Tally Ho (Mobile, Steam)

**Fallen Hero: Rebirth (Mobile, Steam)

Visual Novels

Arcade Spirits (PS 4, Switch, Xbox One, Steam, itch.io)

Choices (Mobile)

Dream Daddy (PS 4, Switch, Steam, Humble, Mobile)

A Rose in Winter (Steam, Itch.io)

You should also watch out for “Best Friend Forever” (Switch/Steam/Itch.io) and download the demo. I also personally have not yet played “Butterfly Soup” but I hear great things about it.

If you want to know more about the games along with the pros and cons are for each game (in my opinion) check under the cut. but it is. Long.

Interactive Novels

The Wayhaven Chronicles - Fantasy/romance. You play as a detective who has been tasked to solve a murder in your small town of Wayhaven. You have been tasked with agents from a mysterious agency, Unit Bravo, to help you. But are they all that they seem?

Pros:

Sexy vampires. (This is not a spoiler it’s literally in the description of the game.)

The writing is incredible. Mishka Jenkins knows the tropes and uses them expertly.

The romances are all very good in their own unique way.

All of the characters are well developed and interesting.

There are two books of this series out!

Cons:

ACAB. And you play a detective at a station where there’s literally a state where you either are “by the book” or “bend the rules” so like. Not great.

There are two books out of seven for the series so know you will be left wanting more.

You can play as non-binary and there are a couple of background non-binary characters in the story but there are no non-binary romances.

Creme de la Creme - Adventure/romance (if you’re into dark academia, this is for you). You play as a student sent to a finishing school and are expected to bring prestige back to the family name.

Pros:

This plot takes some turns y’all.

You can play as non-binary and there also can be non-binary romance options!

There is aro/ace representation!!

Hannah Powell-Smith is married to a woman so like nice.

Cons:

There is some commentary that sometimes works well and sometimes falls flat. Mainly the critique on power and the upper class works well until the endings where many still benefit from this without characters putting much more thought in it.

Tally Ho - Comedy/Romance. Inspired by Wooster and Jeeves. You play a servant living in London during 1930′s. You work for Rory Wintermint, and must accompany them to their Aunt Primrose’s estate. Hijinks ensue.

Pros:

Light and fun and adorable.

Romances

There are some really funny moments in this.

Cons:

This was one of my first interactive novels and I have spent hours and hours on this game and there are still achievements that I have absolutely no idea how to achieve.

It’s a light and airy game so know that if romance is your thing, it doesn’t delve as deep into those relationships as other games on here.

You can play with they/them pronouns but there is no other non-binary characters.

Fallen Hero: Rebirth - Action/Superhero. You play a former hero that has started acting on your plan to become a supervllian. You must work against your original crew and that gets. Complicated.

(**Heads up, this is a very good game it’s not romance-focused. I also have not replayed it in some time. and other people could describe it better than I have. So if this short description sounds interesting, I recommend looking it up on tumblr + other areas.)

Pros:

Immersive and thoughtful small details.

The romances are complex and certainly not easy, but that’s certainly a strength of the writing.

Malin Rydén self-describes as “unapologetically queer”

Cons:

Not so much of a con but something yall should know! This game handles heavy topics as your character descends into villainy. Your character experiences depression and a variety of Rough Stuff. Keep that in mind if you are also in a rough place mentally rn.

I’m gonna be real with ya fam and I think this could just be me. There were multiple parts of this game that I felt lost in. I could not fully understand what was going on. BUT I also feel like in many places that is the intention for the character to feel disorientated so take that what you will.

Visual Novels

Arcade Spirits - Dating Sim/Comedy. You play as a depressed person who was just fired. You are convinced you are suffering from a generational long curse. Your phone matches you with a job at the Funplex arcade with various characters. Will you ensure the arcade survives? Will you find love along the way?

Pros:

this is GOD-TIER visual novel content y’all!!

The system that they use for stats are unlike anything I’ve ever seen but it’s leagues ahead. You do not have to be constantly monitoring your stats as you would typically for other games.

Made with so much love for the content and attention to detail.

Diverse cast that are all so fun and lovable in their own way.

You get to create your MC’s hair/skin/clothes color and then you’ll see them throughout the game?? WILD.

Cons:

BECAUSE this game was made with love and and attention to detail, if you have absolutely no interest in the world of video games you may feel detached.

The character creator is very limited. Which I do get to a certain extent with all of the different shots they draw the MC in. But I hope you want your character to be thin with a lot of angular facial features

Choices - An app where there is a series of stories you can play “chapters” of using keys, which replenish every couple of hours.

Pros:

It’s a very focused on modern romance stories, but there are also such a variety of different genres of books! Fantasy (Blades of Light & Shadow), Historical fiction/romance (Desire & Decorum), Thriller/Horror (It Lives in the Woods). I have PLENTY of recs if you hmu.

There are...Many a good romances in these tho like I have blushed and sighed and daydreamed about these stories.

Cons:

You need patience for this game. It’s a free app and therefore has a system where you need to understand the key system and be patient to collect “diamonds” to purchase premium choices.

Many of the books are gender-locked where you can only play as a woman.

Choices has been criticized that they need better treatment/more screentime for their characters of Color. They have said they are committing to do better, but we will see.

Same has been said about their wlw romances.

Just as there are good stories, there are also stories that have something to be desire. I have varying issues with some books that have plot holes, unengaging writing, etc. These are good for you to play to earn more diamonds though.

Dream Daddy - Dating Sim/Comedy. (This game was the talk of the town when it came out in 2017 but in case you weren’t in the genre at the time!!) You are a single dad who is moving with your daughter Amanda to Maple Bay. You meet other single dads and date them while also trying to be a good father to your daughter.

Pros:

This writing is sharp as a tack. The comedy is on point and this game does a great job transitioning into serious moments.

There are awesome little mini-games that you’ll find in these!

The characters of each datable dad first seem like caricatures, but their backstories are complex and have depth.

The character creator is chef’s kiss v good. AND you can play as a trans dad like how neat.

Cons:

There have been plenty of conversation about cons for this game but frankly I don’t truly believe it has a con for what it is.

If you’re not a pun person this game will be. Difficult.

A Rose in Winter - Romance. You are playing as Rose, a girl who determined to prove herself as a knight. She has found herself at an inn and must choose between a series of Princes to help on their journey.

Pros:

Cute stories!

Except for the green prince which is heart-fluttering. (and if you play, I recommend playing last)

Adorable art.

Cons:

This reads more like an ACTUAL visual novel. Your choice (besides the initial choice you make on which prince you pursue) means little, if there is choice at all.

It’s definitely simpler than other games on this list but that’s not a bad thing as much as you should know!

*Please know that I did not include The Arc*n* on purpose! I used to really love that app but the way certain things were handled (both IRL and in the plot) I would not recommend it now.

#the wayhaven chronicles #creme de la creme #dream daddy #a rose in winter #playchoices #arcade spirits #cog #hosted games #Let me apologize if you're going through these tags and don't think this should be in there #that's valid and I struggled with that!#however i came to the conclusion it's the best way for people who are looking for new things to enjoy to find something

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mcheang · 5 years

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Queen of Mean

WARNING: very dark alternate ending and character death. But also very salty.

Come on, Audrey’s evil outfit speaks to Marinette. She already wears pink and black, and she already made a fashion statement with a feather hat. So yeah in this fic, she is wearing this look and she carries a sceptre.

Princess Justice is super powerful because Tikki is currently imprisoned and comatose in her purse. And in addition to Princess Justice’s powers to conjure any punishment...she really has the power to conjure anything....pink. (What? if all lucky charms are red and black, Princess Justice’s conjurations are pink.) Not to mention she also has Ladybug’s good luck...

Princess Justice and Queen Verity turn the school into their castle and expose Lila. Princess Justice turns her into stone. She then sets out to punish the Mayor, as advised by Hawkmoth.

The students are imprisoned in thorns but in separate cages. You see, Princess Justice does not want to give up her earrings but she will fight and give a show. And her classmates can only transform in privacy. She already got her vengeance, she has no pressing need to fulfil her end of the bargain.

Yeah Princess Justice pretty much triumphs against every other Miraculous holder. Their defeat is very brutal, as Marinette finds punishing them for not trusting her very therapeutic. Bunnyx is summoned since Chat is told to go to hiding by the Guardian as he will lose.

When Mayura tries to carry the trophy Miraculous away, she collapses under their weight. Princess collects them in her purse, promising to give them to Hawkmoth later. In her purse, the Miraculous boost Princess’ power who does not collapse at all. The boost in power changes Princess’ tiara to a crown, making her the queen of mean.

Princess Justice and Mayura follow Bunnyx to the time period when Marinette is first accused. (Bunnyx can change time zones, not locations, so she has to go back to school where the villains are waiting)

Princess defeats Bunnyx by surprising her with the ability to conjure a time portal blockade. Using the bunny miraculous, Princess opens another time portal where Ladybug and Chat Noir are unprepared for her.

Ladybug and Chat are surprised because Princess is obviously Marinette (her hair may be pink but it’s still her face)...and soundly defeated. They are trapped in ice. Luckily, Ladybug points out that Princess Justice’s akumatization is planned. Realising the truth of this, Princess uses the bunny and snake miraculous to freeze time and turns all Hawkmoths and Mayuras in whatever time zones are open to stone. Princess Justice realises that she has no plan after vengeance and she does not want to be a pawn nor does she want to suffer in silence anymore. Yeah...she has gone completely evil while left to stew in frozen time. When she opens a time portal, there is murder in her eyes.

Marinette goes back to Bunnyx’s intended destination and kidnaps Lila, Alya and Adrien to her original time zone and gives them a view of the hell she has wrought. The 3 she intends to punish most. Lila dies a different but still excruciating death and is cursed with insanity. Alya is brutally killed with a slow and painful death as she lay there broken. Marinette punished the Best Friend who never defended her. Marinette saved Adrien for last and transformed him into a silent hamster. She confesses her feelings for him before renouncing them. “In some way, you are to blame for this the most. I am an honest girl, Adrien. And having me be silent for your sake has created the mean queen you see right now. I’m all the negative emotions Marinette has suffered in silence on your account. It is more than that i was hurt. I actually became someone I’m not because of your stupid advice. And like everyone else who has hurt me today, you will die by my hand.” Marinette crushes Adrien in her hands.

The queen of mean returns to Ladybug and Chat and unfreeze them. When Chat tries to remind Marinette who she really is, Princess Justice gags him with fire and warns him if he keeps this up, she will burn him alive. When he acquiesces, she frowns at him and honestly does not know whose voice is more annoying, his or Adrien’s. They keep saying how she is good and how she would never want this. Princess finally explains that she has always wanted retribution and honestly the way he and Bustier kept talking just felt like they were ignoring how she had been wronged. Easy for Adrien and Mrs Bustier to say. They always let the bullies get away and the victims just have to bear that in silence. She informs them that she surrenders because she sees no more benefit in Hawkmoth’s deal. However, the 2 of them will have very clear memories of these timelines. Lila will certainly become suddenly mad. Alya and Adrien will think it was a bad dream but one that will haunt them for life. She blames them in particular because Alya had sent her to the back alone. Adrien knew Lila was a liar and let it happen. When she was expelled, they did nothing, shocking Ladybug and Chat. (Technically when Marinette was expelled, Adrien didn’t continue his defence). Mrs Bustier and Damocles will have a foreboding and decide to do a thorough check into the anonymous tip. While angry at being Hawkmoth’s pawn, Princess Justice will heal Mayura to thank them for finally letting the truth of her feelings be expressed. Princess Justice reveals tearfully that to release the akuma, Chat must kill the imprisoned Tikki, revealing her identity. (Sure she will be resurrected with the Miraculous cure but it is still murder)

Ladybug summons her lucky charm which is a fortune cookie with the advice to forgive yourself. Chat thinks it is a very direct message to the two heroes for failing, but Ladybug asks if there is anyone else Princess Justice resents. The latter finally admits she hates herself for falling so low. She compromised more than honesty for Adrien’s sake, she also became a pathetic and mean person. Princess Justice remembers how she could have been Kagami’s Friend faster if it weren’t for Adrien, nor would she have ignored Luka and her obsession was just downright embarrassing. Princess Justice is ashamed of how far she has fallen and though she does not blame Adrien for that, she does wish she had never fallen for him because her love for him has been a poison. Chat is heartbroken at this confession but tries to defend Princess Justice by saying that even he was a mean dope in love, admitting he caused Copycat and wasn’t much help against Desperada. Ladybug herself is just surprised that inside of her exists self-loathing.

The one thing Princess demands is that she keep her fashionable feather cape. She really has grown fond of it.

Princess also warns them that they can try to forget but ignoring trouble is what caused her birth. The heroes finally see behind the evil and dangerous Queen of Mean is a broken-hearted and lost princess.

The deed is done and the day is saved. Life returns to the moment just before Marinette is accused.

Lila suddenly screams and tries to bash her head. Alya wakes from a nightmare. Mrs Bustier is pale. Marinette faints into a feather cape on her desk. Adrien throws up.

Adrien is pale. It is his new worst nightmare. He broke his beloved Ladybug and she no longer loves him. He is ashamed to face her but Plagg reminds Adrien that ignoring was his flaw. Marinette avoids Adrien but cries to Chat.

Marinette feels guilty over what had done but learns Princess Justice had left a cure, some shred of mercy left inside her. Lila is still coherent enough to lie. She can get sympathy but can no longer hurt others. Truth will free her from insanity, with her Mother as a witness.

Gabriel and Nathalie realised that they had akumatized Marinette but she decided to surrender once she realised she was a pawn. But she was still grateful for the chance to vent. Being Miraculous wielders they still remember events and learn that while Princess Justice certainly killed Adrien, she had also succeeded in defeating Ladybug and Chat Noir and cured Nathalie. They are left to wonder what to do next.

#princess justice #ml fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ladybug episode #episode ladybug #princess justice fic #ladybug episode fic #episode ladybug fic #miraculous ladybug fic #miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #ml salt fic #adrien salt #lila salt #salt! mari #Alya salt

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 5 years

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It’s Anarhichadidae, not Anti-hiccup-daisy

Summary: Logan’s ichthyology teacher is a joke. The boy who just called him on it, however, is the opposite. Too bad Logan was going to be dead from Gay Panic within the hour.

Pairing: Analogical Warnings: Stupid/mean teacher, nervous/gay stuttering, mocking stuttering, swearing, mentions of death via gay, this entire thing is basically Logan being gay for a smartie hottie

Wrote partially because my muse has no chill and partially because @vintage-squid really liked the idea and helped me with the Big Fish Words

"Okay, class, today we will be talking about a species commonly referred to as Wolf eels. They are of the order Perfect-odds, and the class Anti-hiccup-daisy."

Logan sighed a long, long, long suffering sigh as he took his normal seat near the middle of the lecture hall, pulling out his notebook and pen more for appearances than anything. It wasn't like he'd actually be learning anything worth writing down.

When Logan had started the class at the start of the year, he had been excited. His interest in biology was only amplified by the marine aspect. So it was understandable that ichthyology would intrigue him.

Of course, that had been before he learned his teacher was an absolute fool who could neither pronounce any scientific word nor produce any valid scientific information.

Logan had used to fight him, back at the beginning of the year when he hadn't yet been crushed by the homework of other classes and he was, dare he say, optimistic for a chance to actually learn something from that class. Now, the only reason he didn't drop it was because it was an easy credit and essentially an hour of free time- an hour he needed from the work that was cutting into his sleep from his actual classes.

With the first sentence out of his mouth today being so horribly butchered, Logan was sure he could actually sleep through the class without missing out on anything.

As was, the words were already mostly a drone going in one ear and out the other as Logan mentally studied for the test in his next class. He was pointlessly coming in and out of the conversation, rating the stupidity of the comments when he felt he needed a break.

It was roughly half an hour into class when he paid attention again only to hear the gem that was, "Wolf eels are, in fact, closely related to Moray eels. The were forced out of their shared habitat by lack of resources, creating the slight differences in appearance."

Logan tried not to audibly snort. Who gave this man a teaching degree?

Already slipping back into his mental notes, Logan was pulled roughly out of his thoughts by the yell that came from the back of the classroom:

"Bullshit."

The entire class swiveled in their seats, trying to find who had just loudly cussed at the teacher.

At first, Logan couldn't find him, too many heads for him to pick the source of the call (especially since he hadn't exchanged so much as five words with anyone in the class).

"I beg your pardon?" The teacher asked, sounding as startled as his class. Logan was able to locate the student, then, when he responded once more,

"I said bullshit, sir." The student answered, leaning back in his chair and tugging at the sleeves of his patched up hoodie. "I can say it a third time if you'd like me too, but I don't think I'll ever actually say it enough to sum up how much of it you're spewing."

While the class around him collectively hushed in an awed sort of quiet, Logan focused on the hoodie-wearing student. They were a few rows away, but it didn't stop him from noticing the other's black fingernails, his purposefully smudged eyeshadow, the fading purple in his floof of hair, how his pale skin seemed to very well bring out what Logan would have guessed were copper brown eyes-

Logan shook his head and forced himself to look forwards again, back towards the offended teacher, feeling his cheeks already heating up like they were going to be stars.

So it seemed the only other kid in the class with a brain may be a little pretty. Logan would decide how he felt about that in a moment.

Luckily for him, he was able to shift his attention back to the newly emerged fight when the teacher finally got past making frustrated noises and responded with, "I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you're trying to say."

The student blinked, almost seeming to be in genuine confusion. "I thought I made it pretty clear. Everything you're saying? Bullshit. Lies. Slander. Non-facts. Whatever you want to call them."

"And who exactly are you, Mr...?"

"Virgil."

"Mr. Virgil, who do you think you are to challenge your teacher in how they teach their class?"

Virgil scratched at the back of his neck nonchalantly. "I think I'm right."

"Oh, really?" The teacher asked, sounding much too cocky for a man who probably couldn't tell a clownfish from a great white. "Care to enlighten us as to just how right you are, then?"

"Love to." Virgil responded, catching the teacher slightly off guard as he started tapping his pencil on his notebook. "What you said is about as right as saying a human is at all related to a screw." He paused for a second to smirk. "Well, the average human anyways. Screw-brains like you are exceptions."

Teacher spluttered out loud, Logan mentally spluttered in gay, and Virgil continued even more confidentially,

"Wolf eels and Moray eels look similar due to convergent evolution, a concept normally taught in high school so I don't know how you made it to college without grasping that concept. They're even different orders- real eels being Anguilliformes, though considering I've heard you struggle to say dandelion I'm not surprised you tried to skip the extra name."

"That'll be quite enough, Mr. Virgil." The teacher ordered, Virgil pausing with an eyebrow raised in a mix of curiosity and amusement. Logan tried not to feel too annoyed by the way his heart skipped angrily, wanting to hear more of the student's coarse and sarcastic tone.

While Logan lamented the silence, the teacher continued, "Now. Does anyone agree with Mr. Virgil's rather outlandish theories, or can we continue with some actual teaching?"

For a second, no one spoke up. Logan knew for a fact that most of the kids in the class either agreed with the teacher or were taking the class for the credits alone. They wouldn't have any reason to speak up. Most days, Logan wouldn't either.

But right before the teacher could smile, self-satisfied, Logan blurted out (much less professionally than he'd like to admit), "I do."

The teacher turned his attention onto Logan, but he didn't care about that so much as he did the shift he noticed out of the corner of his eye from Virgil. He was staring at him. Logan pretended that wasn't the reason his next sentence came out as, "He-he's quite right, actually. You're the on-only one spewing nonsense here."

"Oh, am I?" The teacher asked, crossing his arms and looking extremely smug as he continued, "Please, why don't you take a turn doing my job?"

Logan glanced back at Virgil quickly, spurred by an instinct he didn't even know he had, finding the other student tilting his head slightly and- dammit it was possible for him to be even more attractive?

Logan turned his gaze back at the teacher again, who's smug grin had only grown, and he forced himself to meet his eyes, happy to see a spark of doubt in them.

"Why not?" He asked, ignoring the still very much existing tremble in his voice that only grew when he let his thoughts wander back towards the boy in back (so constantly). "I-I'm clearly more qualified."

The teacher looked thoroughly shocked at the blatant implication, and Logan used the slight rush of satisfaction he got from that expression to push on. "What Vir- Vir-" He cleared his throat and gave up at trying to get the pretty student's name out of his mouth. "What has already been stated by any- anyone in this class who is- isn't you is ac-acc-accurate." Logan internally cursed as he stumbled over even the simplest of words. "Mo-moray eels and Wolf eels a-are, in fact, not even clo-clo- remotely related."

"Repeating what others have said does not make you an expert on anything." The teacher said mockingly, before adding, "Especially when you seem to barely be able to say it."

Logan ground his teeth. "You want some 'new' facts?" He spat out. "You earlier called Wolf eels extremely vic-vic- mean creatures, I can only as-assume based on its name alone, which is just ig-igno- stupid given how gentle they often are."

"You can't-"

"They often grow ei-eight feet long, unlike the eight inch length you assigned them." Logan pushed on, ignoring his teacher's attempts to break in. "I'm not quite s-sure how you got seaweed from ur-urchins, crabs, and mol-mollus- not seaweed for their prim-primary food source but that's pr-pretty wrong , too. And as bro-brought up before you can't even pro-prono- say their sci-scient- proper class and order names!"

"Like you can?" The teacher fired back, and if it weren't for the gay distraction a few feet behind him Logan would have said them backwards three times in a row just to prove his point. As it stood, however, he was ready to simply glare the look of the teacher's face.

"Order of Perciformes and class of Anarhichadidae." Virgil spoke up again, the words rolling off his tongue like they were cat and dog. "Order for true eels would be Anguilliformes if you want that one again."

"I wasn't speaking to you."

"What?" Virgil asked, feigning innocence. "I'm just another lowly student in this class. If I can say it, you should be able to say it."

The teacher fumed more, and Logan risked another glance back at Virgil. This time, the other student caught his stare and winked at him with a stupid, cocky little smile.

That was it. Logan was never speaking again. If he thought he was stumbling over his words when he was blushing he didn't want to find out what would happen when his cheeks were literally on fire and he felt very slightly dizzy, somehow in a good way.

If he wasn't still trying to look vaguely respectful in defiance of his teacher, he would have just laid down and screamed into the desk.

"Well, then." The teacher said, barely contained anger in his tone as he pulled Logan's attention away from the important thoughts of 'does Ultra Gay exits because if so I am it.' "Since it's clear the two of you are more interested in disrupting my class than actually learning, I'm going to have to ask you both to leave."

"Wicked." Virgil replied immediately, once more catching the teacher off-guard as he stood up and pulled his backpack over his shoulder, shoving his book and pen into it in one fluid motion as he headed for the door.

Logan berated himself as he got up much less coordinately- not because he cared much for staying in class, but because he was about to leave it with the source of his current Gay Panic. He started to put the notebook away, trying not to bend the edges and failing miserably. He probably looked like a mess- an assessment that would not be totally untrue.

It didn't help when a second later someone was taking the book from him and actually getting it into the backpack, dropping what Logan recognized what his pen in as well before zipping it up and offering it to Logan. Logan took it, glancing up to see who was helping him, and immediately regretting it when he realized it was Virgil, expression extremely gentle as he more or less helped to pull Logan out of the classroom.

Logan wondered if his entire face was red yet.

Logan managed to at least somewhat come back to himself as he heard the classroom door shut, focusing on not tugging at his hair as he adjusted his grip on his backpack instead. He expected Virgil to head off on his way now that they were both out, but to Logan's mixed mortification and delight, he remained standing in front of Logan.

"You good, bro?" He asked, sounding more withdrawn now that he wasn't correcting their idiot of a teacher. But it was still the same voice, so Logan was still trying to not simply pass out from gay (something he used to not believe was possible- he used to be a foolish, foolish man). "You seem a little shaky."

If he had been talking to anyone else, Logan would have scoffed and answered sarcastically. As it all stood, Logan was lucky to have choked out, "Yeah" without a stutter.

Virgil nodded, not looking fully convinced but pressing on anyways. "Uh, thanks for helping back in class there. I know most kids in there don't give two fucks about the material. Hell, I normally don't stand up about it either, but he was going after eels man. They're like the snakes of the sea. Not cool." He said, chuckling lightly.

"Yeah." Came Logan's extremely smart and well put together reply.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're good? You seem a little... spaced out."

"Ye- I mean," Logan cleared his throat, shaking the one word his mouth seemed willing to work with him, "I'm fine."

"Sure. Listen..." Virgil trailed off. "Oh, uh, don't think I've got your name."

"It's Logay. I mean!" Logan nearly punched himself for that one. "Logan. It's Logan."

Virgil, however, seemed only amused by the slip. "Logan. Got it. Listen, Logan, we've got another twenty minutes before the next class starts, and I assume nothing important to do."

"Yes...?" Logan said hesitantly, confused as to where exactly Virgil was heading.

Then Virgil smiled and Logan's heart skipped a few dozen beats. "Wanna go waste some time at the coffee shop down the street? We can discuss some actual fish facts if you'd like."

Logan didn't respond, too busy short-circuiting. To be totally accurate, actually, he was having a complete system shutdown, the only thing being processed being that sentence and absolutely nothing else.

He blinked in shock when Virgil snapped his fingers in his face, looking a mix of cheerful and worried. "Uh, earth to Logan. You sure you-"

"Yes." Logan responded, very much delayed, before shaking his head as if to clear it. "Um, yes, I'd like to g-go waste time wi-with you."

Virgil's smile grew. "Nice." He said before grabbing Logan's wrist, starting to tug him towards the shop. Logan dearly hoped that Virgil was, alongside smart, beautiful, and absolutely wonderful, strong, because he was pretty sure his legs could no longer be trusted to support him as he more or less tumbled down the hall behind Virgil.

Virgil briefly glanced back, making sure Logan wasn't completely dead weight, still smiling. Despite the complete lack of control over his body (or perhaps because of it), Logan managed what must have seemed to be a drunk smile back at him, holding onto it even after Virgil looked forward once more.

So maybe he was going to have a heart attack caused directly by gayness the minute Virgil left to continue on with his day. He couldn't think of a better way to spend the last twenty minutes of his life.

#lots of gay panic in this one folks #ts logan #ts virgil #thomas sanders #ts sides #sander sides #fanfic #fanfiction

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mackinmacki · 4 years

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I Hope You Can Forgive Me

Rating: K

Word Count: 1294

Summary: Edelgard stands so close to Byleth, yet she feels so far away. Her course of action is right, but the regrets are never-ending.

Links: (AO3)

Notes: There are spoilers for chapter nine here, so if you haven't gotten that far yet, I wouldn't recommend reading.

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Edelgard stood outside the door to Jeralt's office, her back against the wall. She had seen Byleth enter the room over ten minutes ago, and there had been nothing but silence ever since. The desire to go in and say whatever she could to her beloved Professor was overwhelming, but so was the guilt that kept her rooted to the spot. Her Professor was in pain, and in a way, she was at fault. The wounds within their hearts from the death of Jeralt were still fresh. He was the most well-known knight in Garreg Mach: everybody had heard of his deeds, and so many of the students - and even other knights - looked up to him. Without his presence in the monastery, it felt strangely empty. Edelgard had never expected to feel this sort of loss, having known that lives would unfortunately be lost in their struggle. Then again, she had never expected to forge such a connection to someone within these walls.

Byleth had changed her perceptions. Her Professor had shown her care and compassion in so few words, but actions always spoke the loudest. Ever since the first day they met, where Byleth had saved her from those bandits, she had felt there was something special about her. The more time they spent together, the more those feelings were enforced. Now, after months together, it felt like they were more than professor and student. They were friends and confidants. She had told Byleth things she had never even felt comfortable speaking to Hubert about. It was unexpected, but it was wholly welcome.

That was why she was still standing outside Jeralt's office, her heart heavy with incredible guilt. Byleth's father had been stabbed in the back by someone that she was working with. Her cooperation with those slithers had never been her ideal scenario, but they would be helpful in taking down the scourge that was destroying Fódlan. It was a necessary evil, but that didn't make it any easier to swallow. How could she ever face her Professor again? Byleth didn't know her identity as the Flame Emperor, but if she ever found out... Their relationship might be broken beyond repair.

She swallowed thickly, placing a hand over her chest. Never had she felt this sort of trepidation before attempting to do something. Fighting bandits and trying to upend the Church of Serios felt like child's play compared to going into the door right next to her. How could she face Byleth when she knew in her heart that she had caused her Professor's sadness? It was something she needed to do, though. If nothing else, she at least owed it to the person she had come to care so much about to comfort her in her time of need.

It took more effort than she expected, but eventually she was able to knock on the door. A hoarse "Come in" came from inside, which was like a knife stabbing right into her heart. Steeling herself, she opened the door and stepped inside. Byleth was sitting at her father's desk, looking at what appeared to be a book. She didn't look up when Edelgard entered, but the sadness that permeated the room was overwhelming. Despite all of the courage she held, it nearly made her turn tail and run right back to her room.

"Professor." She closed the door behind her and started walking over toward Jeralt's desk. Byleth still didn't look up, but she closed the book she was reading and laid her arms over it. Though it made Edelgard curious, she knew better than to pry in that moment. "I... am terribly sorry for your loss. If there's anything I can do for you, I will do it. Even if it's just revenge, then I will fight by your side every step of the way." The knife that had stuck itself in her heart felt like it was being twisted with every word she spoke. It was all the truth, of course: the slithers that she reluctantly worked with would get their comeuppance in due time. When Fódlan was free of the influence of crests, she would do everything in her power to avenge the terrible atrocities that those monsters had committed. It wouldn't bring Byleth's father back, though.

"Thank you, Edelgard." Byleth finally turned to look up at her. She still appeared to be as impassive as ever, but Edelgard could see the sorrow in her eyes. Perhaps this was the first time that her emotions weren't hidden, and she hated that she had to see it. No... She hated that she was involved in bringing such emotions to her Professor's eyes. How could she ever forgive herself for doing this?

"Everyone in the Black Eagles stands behind you, no matter what." She put a hand on Byleth's shoulder, keeping it there despite the burning sensation she felt searing her palm. A drop of relief fell on her heart when she saw her Professor smile ever-slightly, but then she turned to stare at the wall: or, more accurately, into nothing. Only when she wasn't looking did Edelgard feel a tear trickle down her cheek.

She lifted a hand and wiped the tear away, silently cursing herself for being so weak when she needed to be strong. The true tragedy was that she understood her Professor's pain. She also had lost family members who were dear to her: all of her siblings were sacrificed so that she could hold the wretched crest that she coincidentally shared with the woman sitting in front of her. However, she had time to compartmentalize all of that hurt, though the nightmares never truly stopped haunting her. Byleth's pain was still fresh, and it would take time for even someone as stoic as her to heal.

As another tear fell from her eye, she swore that she would gain vengeance for Byleth. That was a promise she would refuse to break, no matter what. She would relish the ends of their lives for all the pain and suffering they had brought to the world, even if their goals did align with hers. However, she knew the hurt in Byleth's heart would always remain, no matter how much time would pass. She knew that feeling all too well. All she could do was continue on the course that she knew was right, and hope that her Professor would stay with her. 'I hope that someday you can forgive me, my Teacher. Not every choice I've had to make is easy, and I just wish you didn't have to have been caught up in this.' Yet, if she hadn't gotten involved with their initial bandit plight, they may never have met, and she would've never known what an incredible person Byleth was. She knew now that life wasn't the same without her. Would she change the past to make the hurt go away? Could she continue on in life without this wonderful woman at her side?

There had been few times in her life that she had questioned her own actions, and this was definitely one of them. She would make it right, though. No matter how long it took, she would make sure that justice was properly served. 'I must continue to walk down this path, my Teacher, even if we're someday separated.' She squeezed her shoulder, feeling more tears start to fall. This time, she didn't bother to wipe them away. Just this once, she would allow herself to cry. Not for herself, though, but for Byleth: for Jeralt and all those who needlessly lost their lives to the terrible world they lived in. Her tears - and her fight - would be for them.

'Just know that no matter what, I will always love you.'

#Fire Emblem: Three Houses #Edeleth #Edelgard von Hresvelg #Byleth Eisner #f!Byleth #my writing

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philipronans · 4 years

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go where you breathe free [2/7]

so i know it’s been eight months since i last posted anything fic related and i highly doubt anyone cares anymore but. here i am anyway. for anyone who needs the reminder here’s part one

the second week

Sirius still isn’t entirely sure how he ended up here. Oh, he knows the particulars – that Remus drove (and waxed poetical the entire time about what he’d do if they had to park two streets over), that Lily was the one who essentially had dressed him, and that all it had taken for his protests to crumble down around him had been that one particular look from James. The look that always reduces his moral fortitude to the consistency of wet cardboard. Not even good quality cardboard, either, but that flimsy shit they shove the cream cakes into at Sainsbury’s.

No. By ‘this situation’ Sirius means this bathroom. With its mould spots in the corner over the toilet and the shower curtain that is always damp, no matter how long it’s left untouched. There’s also the girl bent over the toilet – and whilst she’s probably not a permanent feature, she certainly adds to the ambience. Initially he’d wandered in here looking for a place to piss. Not an unreasonable request of a bathroom, really. But now he’s trapped, because the tiny little scrap of conscience that managed to survive his parents is telling him to make sure doesn’t die. Or something equally horrendous. Mostly, though, he just doesn’t really feel like wading back through the drunken mob outside in search of another toilet. If there even is one; they are in a student house.

He leans against the wall by the door, idly twisting the string of the light switch around his fingers whilst his bladder stages an angry protest at being ignored. He hasn’t quite reached being desperate enough to clamber into the shower – clingy curtain and puking girl be damned – but he’s not far off. The girl retches and he sighs so hard his shoulders slide down the tile. His trainers squeak against the water damaged, peeling linoleum as he readjusts his weight. For a blessed moment it’s the only sound in the room, other than the distant thumping of bass from outside. Then his phone starts vibrating against his thigh.

“Lo?” Sirius croaks into the receiver once he’s managed to fish his phone from the front pocket of his jeans. Evans was correct in saying they do wonders for his arse, but that is one of the few benefits of wearing them.

“Where are you?” Lily’s voice crackles through the speaker. Speak of the devil.

Sirius swallows around a dry throat and belatedly mourns the drink he’d lost half an hour ago. The girl slumps away from the toilet and swats at the flush as she leans against the dented side of the bath. She stares up at him through clumps of dirty blonde hair and she reaches up a hand to scrape it out of her face.

“You’re not James.”

“Nice of you to notice.”

He can hear a smile in Lily’s voice and there’s something about it that makes his stomach go a little funny. That could, of course, be the tequila shots finally catching up with him.

“Where are you?” Lily repeats.

Now that he can see her face properly, Sirius inspects the girl more closely. Familiarity taps at the back of his skull like that old cartoon woodpecker Peter was obsessed with when they were kids.

“With… Bertha?” He says, raising an eyebrow at her.

She nods as she pulls a hairband from her wrist with her teeth and pulls her hair into a ratty ponytail.

“That clears that up. Thanks.”

His laugh is low and intimate. It’s the one he uses just to make Lily’s eyes light up or to get James to crack a smile, and maybe it’s because of the alcohol or maybe it’s just because he misses them. They haven’t gone anywhere but there’s a sudden pang of loneliness scratching at his conscious like an animal trapped in a cage.

“Where are you?” He asks instead.

He pushes off the wall and lets the light switch bounce off the tile. The battle with his bladder is temporarily forgotten as he toes the bathroom door open and squeezes out into the hallway.

“Front… door…” The music is a lot louder now, the bass steady and pounding, and it makes Lily hard to hear.

For a moment he considers just going back into the safety of the bathroom. But then Lily huffs in his ear and laughter that can only be from James echoes in the background. Resigning himself to the fact he’s going to have to deal with the dregs of humanity, he starts off towards the stairs. Neither of them hang up. It’s strange, in a way. The knowledge that she’s there on the other end, even though she remains quiet.

He, however, makes his presence known quite loudly when he trips over someone who was smart enough to pass out on the stairs. The curse he lets out would be enough to make Remus blush were he within hearing range. Lily cackles into his ear as his free hand shoots out to grab a spoke of the bannister. His knuckles are white from how hard he’s holding on.

“You okay?” Lily asks once she’s finally stopped laughing.

“What’s a little near-death experience between strangers?”

There’s a burning in his lungs that he ignores in favour of getting his breathing back under control. One thing at a time, and all. He starts back down the stairs once he’s convinced he’s not about to drop dead, and digs a palm into his chest to try and ease the discomfort. Probably the tequila again.

“Sirius!”

He swivels his head around. no doubt looking like an idiot in his searching. Eventually he finds them; James, Lily, and an unhappy looking Remus (as if there’s ever any other kind of Remus) standing just inside the front door. James is swaying on his feet, head tipped back so he’s staring at the overhead light. Lily raises her eyebrows and makes a show of hanging up and shoving her phone back into her pocket.

“You took your time.”

“May I remind you that I almost died a minute ago.”

Lily smiles, a mischievous little thing that promises trouble. She reaches for him, taking him by the forearm and pulling him under the light. She twists his arm back and forth, nose inches away from his wrist.

“I’m so glad you’re alright!”

Sirius shoves at her hands, a smile of her own making his mouth twitch. “We off?”

“Please.” Remus says, eternally longsuffering.

Sirius looks up at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “Alright, grump.”

Remus shrugs and scratches at his chin. “I didn’t want to be here in the first place.”

“You just don’t know how to have fun.”

“Maybe if someone else drove from time to time I would.”

“Not to interrupt… whatever this is, but we’d probably best get a move on before someone passes out.” Lily interjects, and Sirius hurries over to help her balance James’ weight.

“You’re here!” James says, eyes focussed on Sirius’ face.

“Where else would I be, mate?” Sirius shares an eyeroll with Lily over James’ head.

James squints at him. “You disappeared for a while.”

“Me?” Sirius scoffs. “You should know by now there’s no getting rid of me – I’m like a bad penny. Or that sock with a hole in the heel you always put on by accident when you’re in a rush.”

He wakes up five hours after crawling into bed – although given how long it took to get a very uncooperative James into his own bed, it actually works out being closer to four – and is immensely grateful he doesn’t suffer from hangovers. Whilst some might call it a superpower, it does nothing to help him get back to sleep. After a fitful twenty minutes of tossing and turning he lets out a frustrated huff and pushes himself up. The duvet is already halfway to the floor, so he kicks it the rest of the way as he paws at his cluttered bedside table in search of his phone. Once he’s found it – under an ice cream wrapper that’s been there for at least three days – he squints at the screen. Just gone eight. He throws his phone back in the general direction of the table. There’s a low thud as it hits the carpet and he rolls his eyes as he looks for his water bottle instead. The plastic crinkles under his fingers, the mouthful left at the bottom swishing around when he holds it up to his face. He briefly considers not getting out of bed to refill it.

Eventually, though, common sense wins out and he struggles to sit up properly. It takes several tries because his chest aches as he moves. He’d had the sense to strip down to his underwear before sleeping and he’s surprised to see there isn’t any kind of mark on his chest when he glances down. A hiss escapes through clenched teeth when he pokes at his ribs and is met with pain. It’s tender, almost like a bruise. He takes several deep breaths and waits for the pain to fade enough to pull himself to the edge of the bed. Once on his feet, the pain is a lot easier to manage and it takes very little effort to pull on a pair of jogging bottoms.

He wanders out into the hall a few minutes later and shuffles past the living room on his way to the kitchen. The water bottle dangles from his fingertips and he accidentally smacks himself in the thigh when he pauses in the doorway. Remus is on the bigger of their two sofas, his stupidly big feet hanging over the armrest. It cannot be comfortable, but Remus is deeply asleep judging by the obnoxious snore rumbling in his chest. Sirius watches for a moment longer, his mouth curling into a small smile that sticks with him as he enters the kitchen.

There’s a jug of water in the fridge, he knows. Lily had brought it with her when she’d ‘officially’ moved in; something about filtered water tasting better than tap? She may have a point, but Sirius has made a career out of being a contrarian. So he ignores the fridge and heads straight for the sink, letting the tap run for a few seconds before he uncaps the bottle and shoves it under the freezing cold water.

A noise behind him has him spinning away from the sink. James stands in the doorway, his dumb hair even more mussed than usual and circles under his eyes so dark they could one day rival Sirius’. He offers Sirius a very small smile, barely more than a twitch of the lips, and Sirius returns it. Then he curses because the water overflows onto his fingers. He flicks the tap off and glares at James when he laughs. He wipes his hand off on his waistband and takes a quick sip before twisting the lid back onto the bottle.

“You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Me either.”

“I’m never drinking again.” James says, rubbing a hand against his eye and visibly fighting at yawn.

“Says everyone before drinking again.” Sirius snorts and moves over to the cereal cupboard. He roots around inside for a moment and then lifts his head to find James watching him. He clears his throat. “You want anything?”

James shakes his head.

“Suit yourself.”

He pulls out an unopened box of rice crispies. By the time he’s opened the box and managed to wrestle the plastic packaging into behaving, James has placed a bowl and the bottle of milk at his elbow. “Thanks.”

James nods, and his silence would normally be freaking Sirius out a little. But he’d seen at least a fraction of how much James had had to drink. James goes back to the fridge and pulls out a carton of orange juice (with bits, because James is an animal).

“How’s the headache?”

He rifles through the cutlery drawer in search of a spoon and doesn’t care about how loud he is. Remus sleeps like the dead, and Lily wears earplugs when James has been drinking. When he turns back around, James is lowering himself into a dining chair. The carton of juice sits on the table.

“Pounding. Don’t suppose there’s any paracetamol left, is there?”

“It’s on the list.”

“Great.”

James sighs. Sirius wanders over to join him at the table and hisses as he sits down. James frowns.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.”

#jilypad #jily #prongsfoot #hp fic #hanahaki au #vic writes #watch it be another eight months before i post anything again lmao

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stories-by-rie · 4 years

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#4 Winter Panic

A/N: there’s some swearing in this one, also some panic

Several months later, winter was still clinging to Guhlsdorf, covering it in a coat of white. While everyone was longing for the spring to come, the new students at the Searcher’s School had found a new home behind those walls that shielded them from the outside.

It was a boring day. The first year was only theoretical studies of runes and while harsh wind was blowing outside, the students were listening to the different types of runes associated with healing purposes.

“And this one, called Hanne, is a rune that will slow down blood flow. How and why that can be useful is something you will study next year in medicine class. But you need to be able to read it either way of course, and it will be relevant for the midterms.” The teacher, Mrs Martens, in front of the class was a woman close to her retirement. She wore her grey hair in a strict bun, wrinkles on her forehead that surely had come from all the frowning. Despite her appearance, she was a very soft person though. Her voice was light and when she spoke, it was a little as if the words danced to her students. She was quite tolerant and maybe even as the only teacher at that school, she was indifferent to Jeanne’s family relations. Not only indifferent, but she actually seemed to have grown quite fond of her. Which might have been the reason, why she instantly noticed when something was wrong.

“Ms Everley, are you fine?”, she interrupted her class and every head turned to the pale girl sitting in the back of the classroom. She had buried her face into her hands and as her name was mentioned she flinched and looked up. “Is it your headaches again?”, Mrs Martens added.

“No, no, I am fine”, Jeanne replied hurriedly, her voice a little stiff.

“Are you sure? You may go to the infirmary if your health isn’t well.”

“Mrs Martens”, another girl interrupted and put on a too friendly smile, “I think Jeanne must suffer from exhaustion, since she clearly didn’t have a headache, but fell asleep during class.”

Chatter and quiet giggles echoed through the room and Mrs Marten’s friendly face grew a little darker.

“Well, if it’s exhaustion, you may be excused from today’s lecture and rest instead. If that’s not the case, I want to ask you to listen more carefully, please.”

Gloating hung in the air until the teacher resumed the course. Obviously, Jeanne stayed in the class, after all she hadn’t fallen asleep due to exhaustion but boredom.

“You can’t always fall asleep during class, they’re going to kick you out of school”, Ahn scolded on their way back to their dormitories after class was over. Jeanne let her shoulders drop and sighed deeply.

“I know, I know. It’s just so boring. I can’t help it.”

“You have to think of something exciting instead. Like, think about your favourite noodle soup. You won’t fall asleep.”

“Ahn, if I have to hear your passive complaints about the school’s food one more time, I’ll feed you my succulent”, Mira bickered and crossed her arms before her chest.

“It’s not my fault! We’ve been here for four months now, and the only soup they serve in the canteen is lentil soup. Lentil! Who liked lentil soup?”

“Anyway. They won’t kick you out for falling asleep, but the other students already dislike you, so you shouldn’t give them something to hold against you”, Mira said to Jeanne.

“I know, I know.”

“It’s kinda unfair. My family never taught me anything about runes, Collectors and Searchers. Nothing aside from anecdotes that is. You really have such a cool advantage”, Ahn dreamed and opened the door to their dormitory for them.

“Well, at least you actually think that classes are interesting. So I don’t know whether I would call my strict education an actual advantage.” It was late in the afternoon and the few hours of their free time laid before them. After their tight schedule, no one of them really was in the mood to do any activities, and so they agreed to just hang out in their rooms. Ahn left on her floor and finally Jeanne and Mira were alone in theirs again as well.

During the time the two girls had managed to warm up to each other a little and the first thing that happened as they entered their dorm was that Mira turned on the music. Jeanne, who never really had bothered for this art, liked the change. She sat down on her bed and started to read through one of her books, while Mira worked on her playlist, singing along to one of blackpink’s songs, dancing along as good as possible while working on her laptop.

“How can you actually read stuff like that after that horrible day? Isn’t your head going to explode learning those high level runes?”

“I was sleeping during all classes. So...”

Mira giggled and as she had her music set, she pulled out her crotchet and sung along in very questionable Korean.

It was only a few hours later that sirens started wailing. Mira and Jeanne both shot up, alarmed looks on their faces.

“Maybe it’s just a training?”, Mira whispered.

“At nine in the evening?”

“Is that the siren for fire or creatures?”

“Creatures.”

They looked at each other, and in unison got ready to leave the dormitories.

Hectic voices yelled through the building, over all of them the older students who tried to keep the panic down.

“Where’s Ahn?”, asked Mira with slight fear in her voice.

“Don’t worry, she’s probably already outside. Let’s just hurry.”

The sky was already black and the clouds shut out all the light the moon could have offered. The heavy and rhythmic steps of the Searchers stomped through the snow, while the lower grades walked towards the open spaces where they had to gather.

“Fuck, I can’t see Ahn anywhere.” Mira stood on her tiptoes but it was impossible to find single faces among the mass of students.

“Don’t worry, Mira. She definitely is here. You’ll notice as soon as someone whines about being hungry”, Jeanne tried to calm her, but it didn’t work at all.

“There! I can see her room mate! Why isn’t she with her?”

Mira fought her way through the people, Jeanne following her closely. Ahn’s room mate was chatting with other classmates, the same horrified look on her face.

“Tanja, where is Ahn?” Mira had put a hand on the girl’s shoulder, her grip a little too tight.

“Gosh, what do I know. She wasn’t in our room when the sirens started so she could legit be anywhere.”

“Fuck. Jeanne. Let’s look for her, please?”

Jeanne didn’t like that idea at all. They weren’t supposed to leave the gather places under any circumstances, but she also saw the panic in her friend’s eyes. Moreover, she considered Ahn her friend as well and was worried just as much.

“Okay.” They stormed out of the place, a few hands tried to hold them back. The cold wind stung in their eyes and lungs and it was hard to walk on the high snow, causing them to nearly slip several times. Mira yelled Ahn’s name over and over again, but the sirens were way too loud for her to actually be heard.

“Damn it, Jeanne. Where is she?”

They stood close to the school ground’s gates, the flashing light throwing bizarre shadows on their faces. With a loud humming the flood lights got turned on, illuminating the whole campus in white light as if it was day.

“Fuck, I can’t see anything”, Mira cursed. Blinded by the light, they would have nearly missed Ahn who was running towards them.

“Mira! Jeanne! Oh wow I am so relieved to find you here.”

“Shit, Ahn where have you been?”

“The drinks dispenser in our dormitory is broken so I went for the one in the dormitory next to ours. But I didn’t know the way to the gathering place from there”, she apologized and with a slightly mischievous grin she added “Why, were you worried about me?”

Mira was too angry to answer and just grabbed her wrist to lead the way back.

A fast shadow lunged at them. Ever so elegantly, Mira kicked it away from them.

“Don’t you touch her!”, she shouted at the creature. The cold light made the grey body look even more like a corpse, the four eyes staring at them, a gnarl rumbled inside.

“How did those get inside?”, Ahn shrieked and dropped her water bottle.

The creature shook its body, crunched down and prepared to jump at them again.

“This should not be possible”, Jeanne mumbled and before they could be attacked again, they started to run.

“Just don’t look back, just run to the gathering place!”, Mira said.

“I honestly don’t know if that’s such a good idea, we will just lead them to the rest of the students”, Jeanne replied.

“Isn’t a Searcher here anywhere? Help!”, Ahn shouted and did the only reasonable thing.

“There are more!”, Jeanne warned them as she had dared a look behind.

“How many?”

“Four.”

Mira mumbled another curse and started to run even faster. “Let’s just find someone who knows how to fight these things!”

A loud thud as one of the creatures got hold of Jeanne’s leg. She kicked herself free and with a helping hand of Mira, she got up again.

“What are you still doing here? You were supposed to gather – oh shit!” Finally they had found a Searcher. The girl stared at the creatures with the same horror as they did, but she had her collector ready. The golden device hovered above her left hand and with the right she quickly chose the rune and blasted the creatures away.

“Go to the gathering place. Don’t tell anyone of this just yet to avoid panic!”, she ordered and the three friends quickly complied.

~ masterlist ~

#writeblr #invincible #4 winter panic #1700 words #go save your girlfriend mira #quite happy with how this one turned out #cw swearing #fiction #fantasy #story by rie #i don't know what to tag this as

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jimintykookies · 5 years

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Pairing: hoseok x female reader

Genre: phoenix!AU, smut, angst, fluff

Warnings: intercourse, oral (male and female), loss of virginity (female), major character death (non-descriptive)

A/N: Here it is, my first fic on this account. I’m so excited to debut my writing on here and even more excited to do it as part of a collab full of wonderful writers (many of whom I look up to). If you would like to check out their contributions to Cryptaesthesia, the link is here. I hope you enjoy and please, please, please leave feedback. Love ya!!

“Don’t forget to remind your parents about the conferences.”

You watched fondly as your hoard of kindergartners ran off to greet their respected parent or guardian. Your smile widened, quietly observing them excitedly explaining the events of their day. You loved your job and you loved your kids. Each one was special in their own unique way: Ella built towers with anything she could get her hands on, Lucas was the master painter and Bianca and Taylor were the Double Dutch queens.

You were familiar with most of the parents as well. There was the group of ‘Mean Girl’ moms who actively shamed anyone who gave their kids so much as a cookie. Rachel and Elliot Kasper were the young, dreamy couple who were so in love it was disgusting. Mrs. Wells was the Master of the Bake Sales, who made the best chocolate chip cookies you’d ever had. And then there was Kim Taehyung: the hot single dad with eyes of honey and a heart of gold. He had moved to the states a few years ago with his daughter Jisoo, and you couldn’t exactly blame the moms who would swoon over him at PTA meetings. Between his caramel hair, puppy dog eyes and a jawline that could cut diamonds, no one could blame you for harboring a little crush on him. It didn’t help that the sound of “Miss. Y/N” rolling of his tongue was enough for your panties to become ruined. How can someone’s voice be deeper than the Pacific ocean?

Your eyes quickly found him as they ran over the school courtyard. He was crouched beside Jisoo, golden skin glistening in the early May sun, lips stretched into a large smile as he chatted with his daughter. You mentally cursed how good he looked in a plain black t-shirt, because no human should look that hot. And those arms, god those arms. You could barely breathe when his biceps flexed to pick Jisoo’s backpack.

You lingered in the courtyard until you were sure all your kids were gone before slowly dragging yourself back to your classroom. Due to school policy, you were required to stay for another hour before you could head home to your couch and a warm cup of tea. Doing your best to fill up the time, you stop by the teacher’s lounge to make yourself a cup of bland coffee, an important aid in making your way through grading thirty-two math tests. You loved to teach, but grading had to be one of the worst jobs on the planet. While your kids were wonderful, you couldn’t say the same about their handwriting. You had suffered through many a headache trying to decipher e’s from c’s and h’s from n’s.

Sure enough an hour later you were sitting at your desk rubbing your temples. Accompanying your growing headache was the familiar queasy stomach and empty chest. These phenomenons make up what you call the Feeling. The Feeling had plagued you since you were eight years old and you accidentally set your Barbie doll on fire.

For the most part, it had been a quiet Tuesday evening. Your parents had gotten into another fight, but that wasn’t exactly out of character at this point. You were alone in your room about to make Ken kiss the bride, when you heard a loud crash from the kitchen. You jumped at the sound, heart beating fast. Crashes often meant ugly fights and because of this, loud noises set off your fight or flight instincts. When you looked back at your doll, you found that your dear Barbie, along with your hand, were ablaze. Despite the fire, the burning sensation was nowhere to be found, and despite your surprise, you made no sound. Instead, you stared at the flames until your breathing and heartbeat slowed and the fire extinguished itself. The doll was a melted, black mess, but your hand was otherwise untouched.

That was the first of many times you accidentally set something on ire. Byt the time you were eleve, your pyrokinetic abilities were somewhat under control. As far as you were aware, nobody else knew about it and that was the way you wanted it to stay. However, your control over your flame had a direct relationship with the Feeling. As your control grew, the Feeling grew in tandem. You don’t know exactly how to describe the Feeling, but the closest you had ever come was it felt like you were missing the other half of your soul. At first, it was just a lonely thought it the back of your mind, but as you matured, it became more physical and more distracting. It was a dull ache most of the time and just enough distraction would make you forget about it, but some days it screamed at you, making it hard to focus on work and at its worst, leave you bedridden. You were to afraid to go to a doctor because while you didn’t know the exact cause, you were fairly certain that it was connected to your powers and you weren’t in the mood to become some lab experiment.

Today it hadn’t been too bad, but without proper distraction, it still bugged you. You had found over the years that peppermint tea eased the feeling a bit, so you found yourself once again in the teacher’s lounge, boiling a steaming cup. You were in the middle of stirring in some honey, when Kim Namjoon, the vice principal, approached you.

“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled fondly at you.

“Hey, Namjoon, what’s up?”

You liked Namjoon. Not romantically, but as a person. He was intelligent, funny and genuinely cared about both the staff and the kids. He had amazing ideas about how to make the students learning simultaneously more fun and more immersive, all while providing constant support for the teachers. He would make a much better principal then Min Jinsoo, who only liked his job for his pay.

“I got your field trip approved.”

A few weeks ago you had sent in a request for a field trip to a local dance studio that offered classes about movement for younger children. You were currently leading a unit on health and exercise and you figured this would be a great way to get the kids out of the classroom. When you had told Namjoon about your idea, he had immediately been on board. However, Jinsoo was an absolute stinge, and rarely granted field trip requests. This time, however, you seemed to have gotten lucky.

“Really? That’s great. What did you have to bribe Min with this time?”

“Bribery? Don’t you know who I am? I charmed him with my outstanding rhetoric.”

You raised an eyebrow. He sighed.

“Free coffee for a month.”

“Jesus, Joon, you didn’t have to do that!”

“A ‘thanks’ would have been sufficient.”

“Well, thank you. This will really mean a lot to the kids. We haven’t gone on a field trip since October.”

“No problem. You know the kid’s education is the most important thing to me.”

“I do, but we both know how expensive Jung’s prefered coffee is.”

“I never promised him that. If you think I am bringing anything other than that gas station shit, you are sadly mistaken.”

“Well, thanks still. Anyway, I better get going. I have a crap load of tests to grade. As much as I love these kids, their handwriting is really something else.”

“Aish, I know. Good luck. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Kim.”

An hour later, you’re finally done with checking the tests and entering the scores into the gradebook. You pack up your stuff, grab your coat and keys and head out to your car. The one positive about staying behind to grade tests, is that it means you miss rush hour. Instead of an hour, your drive home only takes thirty minutes. However, by the time you make it home, the Feeling begins to take over. You immediately make yourself another cup of peppermint tea before curling up on the couch and putting a show on Netflix. You can’t really focus on the plot though, because the Feeling is slowly taking over all of your senses. You hated when it got like this: all consuming, demanding that you pay attention to it. What you hated most is that there was no way for you to fix it. For all you knew, you would spend the rest of your life like this and if the pattern continued, it would only get worse.

You ended up giving up on watching the show and instead making yourself a light dinner before going to bed at six-thirty. You don’t fall asleep for a long time, tears streaming down your face as you longed for someone to comfort you, to tell you it was okay. When you can no longer keep your eyes open, you fall into a dreamless slumber.

HOSEOK POV

“One and two and three and four and…” Hoseok had long cutout Jimin’s counting, his only focus being his body and the music.

He loved the feeling of the solid, hardwood dance floor beneath his feet. With each step he felt more alive and he could feel a rush of energy run through him every time he breathed in. He threw his body into every leap, every step, every beat. Dance was his life and he communicated that with his movement.

He got so caught up in dancing that he hadn’t realized that Jimin had stopped moving. One second he was flying through the air and the next he was colliding with Jimin’s hard body before falling to the floor. He put his hand out to catch himself, but his weight was too much for his wrist and he cried out as sharp pain shot up his arm.

“Fuck, Hobi, are you okay?”

Jimin was immediately hovering over him, as he rolled on the floor clutching his wrist.

“Ahh, shit it hurts.”

“Do you need me to take you to the hospital? Do you need painkillers? Ice?”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Just help me up.”

Using his good hand, Jimin lifted him to his feet and helped him hobble to the front desk where they kept a mini-fridge with ice. He hissed when he felt the cold against his now swollen wrist.

“Are you sure your fine?” Jimin’s voice was shaking with worry.

“I’ll be alright. Go back to dancing, I’ll be in in a minute.”

Jimin cast him a worried glance, but listened to him anyway. As soon as Jimin was gone, Hoseok channeled the energy that was always bubbling in his core to spread out down to his arm. He sighed in relief as the swelling went down. He became so relaxed, that he didn’t notice that he had set fire to the towel he had wrapped around the ice.

“Fuck. Shit. Goddammit.”

He quickly beat out the flame before throwing the towel in the trash, hoping no one would notice it. It wasn’t the first time he had accidentally set something on fire and he doubted it would be the last. Ever since he was eight years old, he had been setting random things aflame. Lucky for him, the only person who had ever caught him was his school’s druggie. The kid had blabbered to everyone on campus about Hoseok’s powers but every had passed it off as an LSD induced hallucination. Despite having them for his entire life, he had no idea where his powers came from, he just knew that they were accompanied by the strangest ache he had ever felt.

He waited a couple more minutes before heading back into the dance studio. Jimin had just finished running through the song again and was brushing the sweat from his forehead.

When he saw Hoseok, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Hey, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be icing that?”

“It’s fine, just some temporary pain. I’m good. Should we run it again?”

“Actually, we have some kids from a local school coming in in a couple days. I was hoping you could teach it because it’s my parent’s 50th anniversary and I have to help with the party.”

“Uh, sure. How old are they?”

“Around five or six. Kindergartners.”

“Aww, just little kiddos.”

Hoseok had always had a soft spot for little ones. They were always so adorable, prancing around the studio, attempting to follow his instructions.

“Yeah, it’s a field trip from the local school. I think you’ll really like the teacher. She’s hot.”

Jimin sent him a wink and he rolled his eyes in response. Over the years, Hoseok had found himself perpetually single. Don’t get him wrong, he had got his dick wet plenty of times, but every relationship he had found himself in felt suffocating. Jimin, however, was a hopeless romantic and made it his life mission to find the girl of Hoseok’s dreams. This teacher was only one of the billion that Jimin had tried to set him up with and he doubted this one would be any different from the rest. Still, there was a part of him that hoped that she might fix the hole that was becoming more and more obvious every day.

Something was wrong. Very wrong. You had never felt this good in your entire life. You had just stepped into the dance studio to meet the instructor for your class, normal procedure. However, as soon as his hand clasped yours in a friendly shake, it felt like your entire body was healed. You almost jumped in surprise at the sensation and it took you a solid minute to recuperate from the shock. Throughout the class you found yourself trying to find ways to get as close to him as possible: the nearer you were, the more euphoric you felt. The hole that had began to become unbearable the last couple days, was suddenly gone. During the lunch break, you found yourself talking to him. The conversation was easy, and while you normally felt anxious around guys, you felt completely safe around Hoseok. He was handsome, a good dancer, and the absolute sweetest around the kids. You prayed to god he was single, because you weren’t sure you would be able to handle of the pain of him having a girlfriend. You dreaded having to leave. You didn’t know if you would ever feel like this again.

Sadly, all good things come to an end. You almost wanted to cry during your departure, but instead were forced to help manage your small children. When you shook his hand in goodbye, you felt a small piece of paper being passed to you. When you glanced at it, you were elated to see the ten digits scrawled in blue ink. You couldn’t help the smile that grew across your face and when you glanced back up at him, you burst out laughing at his cheesy wink. You didn’t notice your scarf in a crumpled heap in the corner of the dance studio, but Hoseok certainly did.

You at in your desk chair, lazily swinging back and forth, while you debated whether or not you should text him. You hadn’t had much dating experience in your life (read: none at all) and the last thing you wanted was to come off as too eager. That being said, you were eager to see him again. You longed to feel the comfortable ease that came with being around him and his gorgeous smile. You began to swirl into an anxious spiral, mind switching back and forth to the point that you felt a headache begin to form. You were so deep in your thoughts, that you didn’t hear the knock on the door or see Hoseok walk in.

You glanced up in surprise, “Oh...what are you doing here?”

He broke into a gentle smile as your tongue tripped over itself, which in turn made you smile as well. Just him being in the room made your mind calm and your anxiety quell. That all disappeared when you noticed the scarf, your scarf, in his hand. You come to the fast and disappointing realisation that he is not there for you, but simply to return your belonging.

“I’m here to return this...”

His voice was soft and unsteady, breath quick. He almost seemed nervous.

“...andtoaskyouonadate.”

He spit the words out so fast, it took you a moment to comprehend what he had just said. When the realisation did hit you, you opened your mouth before closing it in complete disbelief.

“I..well..um..you wanna go on a date? With me?” You couldn’t keep the disbelief out of your voice.

“Well..uh..yeah. Ya know..if that is something you would like?”

It was a good thing no one else was there to see you because you were both a blushing mess. Hoseok hadn’t actually gone a date with a girl in years (he was pretty sure casual one night stands didn’t count as dates) and you had never been on a date at all. You hadn’t even had your first kiss.

“I would like that...a date..that...we should do.”

Your nervousness seemed to cure him of his, as he burst out in the cutest giggle you had ever heard (keep in mind you work with five year olds).

“Thank god, if you had said no, I swear I would’ve died.”

You smile, the butterflies in your stomach still fluttering, but no longer preventing you from being a coherent human being.

“I’m just happy you’re not just here to return the scarf.”

“I’m happy you left it so I had an excuse to see you again.”

You giggled.

“So how does dinner and a movie next Saturday sound?”

“It sounds just perfect.”

“Well I should probably go, it’s Jimin’s birthday and if I don’t pick up the alcohol for his party, I don’t know if you will ever see me again.”

“Well then you better go, I don’t want a missing man as my date. Text me the details?”

“Sounds good.”

Time goes by slower than you would like, but now Hoseok texts you daily and that keeps your impatience at bay. By the time Saturday evening rolls around, you are a chaotic mess, trying to figure out what to wear. You always thought it was stupid how much time and effort put into getting ready for these kinds of things, but now you fully understood the pressure of trying not to look like you tried too hard, but also like you tried a little. Society is stupid like that. By the time you were walking out the door, you had spent nearly three hours on your hair, makeup and outfit, and you swore to god if the date went well, Hoseok was going to have to deal with you being a mess from now on.

You meet him at a new Mexican restaurant equidistant from both of your houses. You almost choked when you saw him, his usual attire consisting of sweatpants and loose tees replaced with a leather jacket and black skin-tight jeans. He looked god-level good and you wondered how soon you could get water because, goddamn, if you were going to get through this night you were going to need a lot of it.

As it turns out, despite his “bad boy” outfit, Hoseok was the perfect gentlemen. He held the door open, offered to take your jacket, and pulled out your chair for you. Just like the other day at the dance studio, conversation with him was as easy as it had ever been. You felt completely relaxed, and despite your generally closed off ways, you were willing to be completely vulnerable. It was simple and easy and you didn’t have to think about anything.

Everything was going great until you left the restaurant to walk to the nearby movie theater. You were halfway there when you ran into the one person you would pay money to never have to speak to again: Jeon Jungkook, your high school crush.

You and Jungkook had been in the same friend group in high school and were actually fairly close. You had spent many a night helping his piss drunk ass home and sobering him up so his father wouldn’t get mad and beat him again. You grew closer as more and more of your friends either graduated or became self-righteous jerks and by the end of your junior year, you considered him to be your best friend.

But then something changed. Jungkook grew distant within a matter of weeks, only talking to you when absolutely necessary. You were left heartbroken and confused, but when you tried confront him on the matter, he left you with more questions, then he answered. You later learned that he had found out about your little crush on him and instead of handling it like a mature human being, he ditched you out of embarrassment for your “pitiful ass” (his words apparently).

“Oh hey.”

Hey. Those were the first word to you in ten years, after abandoning you when he was all you had left. You glared at him, hand tightening around Hoseok’s.

“Hey.”

Your voice was quiet. You didn’t know what Jungkook wanted, but that didn’t stop you from being terrified that he would say something to make Hoseok never want to talk to you again. You were so happy for the first time in your life, and here was the one person who might just ruin it for you.

“Who’s this?”

Hoseok looked back and forth between you, clearly confused.

“This is my..uh..ex-friend, Jungkook.”

“Now that’s no way to introduce your best friend from high school.”

You hated that he looked so happy. That he was confident. You had wanted the world to rip him apart for what he did to you, but instead it seemed to only have built him up more.

“What do you want Jungkook?”

Despite your attempts to control it, you were sure both men could here the anger laced in your tone.

“Gosh, Y/N, I was just trying to be nice.”

“Oh, now you’re being nice? Maybe you should’ve tried that a couple years ago.”

This seemed to tick Jungkook off, his brows furrowing and his lips curling in a spiteful frown.

“Well sorry I didn’t want your pathetic ass trailing around behind me like a lost puppy.”

He turned to Hoseok.

“Let me give you some advice man, get out while you still can. She’s just an attention seeker and a clingy bitch. God, I can’t believe I was ever friends with you.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and before Hoseok can say anything in response, you were bolting down the street in the direction of your home, not looking behind you once.

Over the next few weeks you ignore Hoseok’s calls and texts, too embarrassed to talk to him. Over the course of the next month, you flirt with Taehyung and he ends up asking you out. You agree. He was much more confident than Hoseok and even though you didn’t feel the same relief as you did when Hobi was around, you thought that maybe getting out into the dating world would help fill up the hole that had gotten worse since you stopped hanging out with Hoseok.

Taehyung picked you up at your apartment before driving you to mini-golf. Like Hoseok, he was a perfect gentleman and the conversation was easy, but you didn’t feel the connection you had before. After letting you beat him (even though he denied it ferociously), he took you to a quiet cafe near your home. You were talking quietly about various teaching methods when you saw him.

Hoseok look tired and distraught as he dodged the barista’s attempts to flirt with him. You tried to focus on your conversation, but your eyes kept wandering back to where he was standing, waiting for his coffee. He hadn’t seemed to notice you yet and it was a fact you were thankful for. Despite the fact that you weren’t interested in Taehyung romantically, you didn’t need yet another date ruined by a ghost from your past. However, you’re luck seemed to runout when his eyes glanced over you. You could see the exact moment he understood what he was looking at.

A look of determination came over him as he grabbed his drink before beelining straight towards your table.

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me?”

You flinched at his sudden harsh words and you would’ve paid a million dollars to get swallowed up by a giant hole right then and there. Tae looked at you, obviously confused. You gulped audibly before opening your mouth.

“Hi, Hoseok.” You heard your voice shake and your will to live shrunk even smaller.

“Just answer my goddamn question, Y/N.”

You looked apologetically at Taehyung, “Can you excuse us for a moment?”

He nods, still confused.

You grabbed Hoseok’s hand and drag him outside of the coffee shop before turning to really look at him for the first time since your date. You could now clearly see how unwell he was. His lips were chapped and the dark circles under his eyes made him look almost dead. Edward looked more alive than him.

“Well?”

His voice wasn’t annoyed, just exasperated.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him from under your eyelashes.

“That’s it?”

“No. I am really sorry. I shouldn’t have ignored you, I was just embarrassed. Jungkook, the guy we ran into, I used to have a thing for him and he found out and he thought I was pathetic because of it so he stopped hanging out with me. I just didn’t want you to think about me the same way he did. I..I really like you, Hoseok and I didn’t want you to hurt me like he had.”

Hoseok stared at you blankly and you felt the butterflies in your stomach begin to swarm with anxiety.

“Please say something.”

He looked at you in the eyes and you see his facial features begin to soften.

“I would never think of you as pathetic, Y/N. I’m sorry if I ever made it seem like it was even possible for me to think that. I really like you too, if you haven’t noticed and I haven’t felt this way about someone for a really long time. I just thought I had screwed up somehow, which, admittedly wouldn’t have been the first time. I just…”

You cut off his rambling by attaching your lips to his. He stood frozen in shock for a few moments before his brain registers what’s happening. He then begins to his move his mouth against yours. You felt a wave of warmth wash over you and your entire body relaxed into him. You don’t notice the heat at first, you are so consumed by the feeling of Hoseok’s lips on yours. The light is what drew your attention away from his mouth and to your arms, both of which were on fire.

You draw back in a panic, a yelp released from your mouth.

“Oh my god.”

You had set Hoseok on fire. You knew your powers would be a burden, but you had never imagined something like this would ever happen. By now, of course, Hoseok had noticed the flames too and was also in a state of panic.

“Oh shit. Oh my god, I set you on fire. Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Wait, what?”

You pulled back.

“You set me on fire?”

Hoseok looked at you confused. It then came to both of your realisation that neither of you were screaming in pain, as one who was on fire would.

“Wait, can you…?” You looked up at Hoseok with bright eyes, “Can you light things on fire?”

Hoseok nodded slowly like he was afraid for the truth to come out. He looked down at the ground almost embarrassed.

“I can too.”

At that, his head snapped up and looked you straight in the eye.

“You’re lying.” His voice was rough, but you could hear a glimmer of hope in his undertone.

“I’m not. See.”

You lifted your hand and produced a small flame from your palm. As if in a trance, Hoseok’s own hand came out to brush the tip of the fire. When he deemed it harmless, he grasped your hand in his own and pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not alone,” he whispers shakely.

His arms were tight around you and you once again were overwhelmed with feelings of comfort and belonging. After a long minute, he pulled away again, eyes glassy and lips curved into a shaky smile.

“Look, Y/N, I know that we haven’t known each other that long, but for the first time in my entire life, I feel like I belong somewhere and that somewhere is with you. So would you be willing to do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

You looked up at him, eyes wide and heart open before nodding as tears began to trickle down your cheeks.

“Yes, Hoseok, I would love to.”

With that he pulled you in for a kiss, this one a bit more reckless and messy. You got caught up in how safe his arms felt and how euphoric your entire being was just because his lips were on yours. You never wanted the moment to end.

Eventually you pulled back when someone clears their throat. You find Taehyung standing outside the cafe door, looking a bit awkward.

“Uh, I’m gonna head out.”

“Oh god, Taehyung, I’m so sorry. This isn’t anything against you, I swear. You’re a really great guy-”

“It’s fine. Seriously. Look, I think your cute and I would have loved to date you, but just from looking at the two of you together, I can tell that he’s the one you should be with.”

A small smile graces your mouth at the comment.

“Thanks for being so understanding. I’m sure you’ll find the perfect girl out there somewhere.”

“Thanks. Have a great night, Y/N.”

“You too, Tae.”

With that he walks away, leaving you to sink into your new boyfriend’s arms.

You had never believed in fairytales and had a general distaste toward rom-coms. With your life being so bitter and lonely, you found it hard to believe anything close to the semblance of true love could be real. Hoseok completely flipped your world view. With him, everything was easier, lighter. If you were having troubles with work, he would be there to rant to and then take you to get a cup of coffee.

You had discussed your powers and found your experiences to remarkably similar: you both set things on fire at a young age, before gradually gaining control of it. You both had also experienced the missing feeling in your soul which had only grown with time, but most importantly, you both knew that that hole was gone as long as you were with each other.

Despite his disclaimer of not having a girlfriend since his junior year of high school, Hoseok went above and beyond in your relationship in ways that made you feel like you might be an inadequate girlfriend. The dates he planned were always fun and interesting but he also had an interesting knack for knowing when you just needed to stay in for the evening and watch movies while cuddling.

Somewhere along the line, the question of sex came in. You had barely kissed anyone before Hoseok, much less ever had sex and you were very embarrassed to admit this to him. He, however, was very understanding, and was willing to wait as long as you wanted.

“Don’t get me wrong,” he had said, “I would love to fuck you into high heavens right now, but I know that losing your virginity is scary and I don’t want you to feel any pressure whatsoever.”

You had felt much better after that and neither of you had touched the subject since. Before you knew it, you had almost been dating for a year. Your life had become the life you could only have dreamed of twelve months ago. Even Namjoon had mentioned how much happier you seemed.

You had gotten to know Hoseok’s friends as well and you often hung out as a group. You had grown especially close to Jimin, who was constantly trying to woo Hoseok’s other close friend, Yoongi.

“I just don’t understand,” he would complain to you, “I know he likes me, so why does he give me the cold shoulder all the time. We literally slept together. He had his dick inside me for fucks sake!”

“Maybe he’s just scared of commitment.”

“Scared of commitment my ass, what more could you need when you have my peach butt on demand 24/7.”

For your one year anniversary, Hoseok planned a picnic on the beach. You ate chinese takeout since neither of you could cook for shit and talked while watching the sun set over the ocean. After eating, you strolled along together, barefoot in the sand, hand in hand. You would playfully splash him with your foot and he would threaten to throw you into the chilly water. Your conversation was careless and free and your heart felt light. You wouldn’t have changed a thing, even for a million dollars. Eventually he stopped walking and pulled you to face him.

You looked up at him and giggled, but your smile dropped when you saw how serious he looked.

“What’s up?”

You felt your stomach sinking.

“I just wanted to take a moment to say how much you mean to me, Y/N. Before I met you, I didn’t even realise how shitty my life was. It was all grey and boring and sure there were times where I was happy but for the most part I was lonely and tired. And then you came in and you lit the entire thing up. The past year with you has by far been the best in my entire life. I feel so happy and free and like there isn’t a thing in the world that could change that. I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much and I just wanted you to know that.”

You felt the tears as they poured down your cheek. You were breathless, barely able to comprehend what he was saying.

“I love you too, Jung Hoseok.”

With that, he pulled you in for a kiss, his hands grasping your cheeks. His kissed you with such a ferocity that it felt like he was trying to transfer his soul into you. You were faintly aware of the fact that you were in public and that your bodies were probably catching on fire from the intensity, but you couldn’t find yourself to care. You just wanted to be consumed by Jung Hoseok.

You pulled away first when your lungs began to burn from the lack of air. Hoseok looked down with you and you would have to be blind not to see the pure adoration that filled his eyes.

“I have one more thing to ask.”

“Anything.”

“Will you move in with me?”

You don’t even think before nodding. And then you are kissing again. That’s when you realise you want him. All of him. You loved him and he loved you and there was no one else on the planet you would ever want to be with.

“Hoseok...I want to do it. Tonight.”

His gaze felt intense as his brown eyes met yours.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel bad about it.”

“We’ve been together for a year and I love you so fucking much Jung Hoseok. There’s no one else in the entire world I would rather do it with.”

Once he realized that you were really serious about having sex with him, his entire demeanor changed. His eyes darkened and you giggled as he grabbed your hand dragging you back to the car.

“Eager much?”

“Look, I love you, but I haven’t had sex in like a year and a half. Forgive me if I am a bit excited to finally fuck the love of my life.”

You giggled again.

Despite his eagerness before, Hoseok insisted on taking it slow. Instead of pushing you up against the wall as soon as he closed the door like you had wished, he made you sit on the couch while he “got ready”. You let him, wondering what in the world he would possibly need to change in order to have sex. Maybe he was cleaning his dick. You giggled at the thought.

However, all traces of humor were erased when Hoseok guided you by the waist to his bedroom, only for you to find the room lit up with candle light.

“Sorry that there aren’t any rose petals, but I didn’t exactly have any forewarning so I hope this works.”

“Hoseok, this is perfect. You’re perfect. I love you so much.”

With that, his lips are once again on yours and you’re being pushed back until your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards onto the plush mattress. Hoseok’s hand found your breast and he softly groped it, enticing a soft sigh from you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Lewd smacking noises fill the room. Yearning to be closer to Hoseok’s solid body you wrapped your arms tight around his neck, and pulled him as close to you as possible.

Hoseok’s hand moved from your tit, and traveled to the hem of your sundress, where he began to draw small, teasing circles. You arched your back into him, a small moan slipping out of your mouth. His erection is pressed against your thigh, and you feel a small bubble of pride swell up in you. You had spent so much of your life doubting how you look and how you act, but here you were with a man who found you overwhelmingly attractive and on top of it, loved you with the depths of his soul.

You soon pulled away from the soft comforts of his mouth, only to tug at the hem his t-shirt before he gets the hint and removes the offensive fabric. You had seen Hoseok shirtless many times before, when he was swimming or dancing or during one of your many make-out sessions, but his broad shoulders and tight abs never failed to make you clench your thighs to together.

Hoseok noticed your stare and chuckled.

“As much as I appreciate you appreciating me, I think it’s only fair that you remove a little something too, princess.”

You felt your core tighten at the pet name, and you found yourself eagerly shrugging the dress over your head before you threw it off the bed to join Hoseok’s shirt. Your simple lace bralette and lavender cotton underwear weren’t exactly the sexiest lingerie one could wear, but the dark look in Hoseok’s eyes could have fooled you.

Then he was crawling back over you, lips attached to the side of your neck as he helplessly rutted down on your thigh. Your threw your head back in a moan when he bit down on a particular sensitive spot near the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Expletives fell from your lips as pleasure clouded your mind and you felt the wetness in your panties soak through the flimsy material.

One of Hoseok’s callused hands managed to make its way down your side before it resumed its place on the inside of your thigh. This time he moved them slowly upwards until you could swear you could feel the heat of his fingertips through your underwear. He lightly pressed on your clit, testing the waters before your soft gasp led him to add more pressure, rubbing in gentle circles. You whined at the motion, the unfamiliar feeling of someone else touching you there sent you into a heated frenzy.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

The low timbre of Hoseok’s voice rendered you speechless and you could only whine in response. He pushed the cotton aside before he continued his previous motions. The direct contact almost felt too much, your nerve endings on fire. Your fingernails dug into the bare skin of Hoseok’s back and he let out a low growl in response. He removed his fingers from your core, leaving you a whimpering mess in his wake. His fingers found their way to the clasp of your bra before swiftly undoing it. The moment the garment left your body, insecurity flowed through you. You resisted the urge to cover up your exposed chest with your arms. Hoseok seemed to notice the doubt in your eyes and in response, smiled down at you.

“It’s okay, princess. You’re fucking perfect. There’s nothing you need to worry about.”

His words soothed you and you relaxed as his palm slowly grazed against the side of your breast. You felt his lips slowly kiss down your chest before wrapping around your nipple. The sensation was completely foreign to you and your brain completely blanked as his warm tongue delivered soft licks. His fingers came to pinch the other nipple and you let out a high pitched moan in surprise.

He soon abandoned you breasts in favor of kissing down your abdomen. Your skin tingle and his touch only served to further electrify you. Upon reaching the hem of your panties, he kissed around the edge of the band before he grasped it with his teeth. Your lustful gaze followed him as he drug the fabric down your legs at an infuriating pace. Once the underwear had joined the ever growing pile of clothes, his lips attached themselves to the inside of your thighs, leaving small, deliberate bites that you were sure would become purple marks by morning. He moved himself to comfortably sit between your legs before glancing up at you with dark eyes.

“Is this okay? I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

You whine.

“Yes, it’s fine, just please touch me.”

Permission granted, he dove in, taking a tentative lick, before the soft lips that you loved so much wrapped around your clit. He moaned at the taste and you threw your head back, unable to comprehend how you got so lucky as to have this beautiful man, laying before you, eating you out like there wasn’t a finer meal in the world.

“Princess, you taste like honey. I can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me all these months.”

Words failed you and you responded by clenching your thighs around his head, trying to bring him closer to you. Your eyes shot open when you felt the tip of his finger gently prod at your entrance, before he slowly slipped inside. You looked down to find him gazing at you intently, trying to gage your reaction. You gave a small nod of encouragement before leaning back into the pillow. Hoseok’s finger grazed your walls just the right way and you began to feel the start of a knot forming in your lower belly.

When he deemed you ready, he slipped in a second finger to join the first and this time the stretch was a bit more painful. Once you adjusted, pleasure sang through your body and the knot began to tighten.

“Hoseok,” you eked out, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, baby? Well then go ahead, let it go.”

It took only a couple more well aimed thrusts of his fingers, before your core tightened around him and white hot euphoria blinded you. If you were anymore coherent, you might have been worried about his neighbors hearing your scream, but your mind is instead a foggy mess and the only thing you could think about is how much you want him inside your pussy.

After you recovered, you dragged Hoseok up to meet his lips with your own, while your hands traveled down to his belt, quickly undoing the buckle. You reached your hand into his boxers to give him a few encouraging strokes, to find him nearly fully hard. He eagerly pushed down his tight jeans and taking his underwear off with them.

“Are you one hundred percent sure about this?”

“A thousand.”

With that, he reached up to grab a condom from his bedside drawer and quickly rolled it on. You felt him line up with you and you began to feel a little nervous. Would it hurt? How much and for how long? Hoseok catched your apprehension, and reached up to gently caress your cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay love. I’ll go slow and if it hurts just let me know. It’s all about communication.”

You nodded, your nerves calmed a little. True to his word, he pushed in slowly. The stretch was indeed painful and you winced slightly at the sting. Hoseok’s hand never left your cheek, wiping away the couple tears that fell. Once he was fully seated inside you, he stopped.

“Let me know when I can move. Take all the time in the world.”

“Okay.”

He leaned down to kiss you and you stay like that for a few minutes: his lips on yours, his cock connecting you in the most intimate way possible. There was a magical feeling to it, like all the stars in the heavens had aligned in just the right way. Everything felt perfect and you never wanted to leave his bed ever again.

Eventually, the painful stretch turned into a dull burn and you gave him the go ahead to move. He started slowly, thrusts steady and strong. You let out little moans as the rest of the ache fades into a delicious pleasure. The feeling seems to be catching up to Hoseok too, because he began to lose his rhythm, releasing little groans along the way.

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good. I never wanna leave your pussy, baby.”

“Hoseok, shit, keep going. Faster, baby, faster.”

He heeded your demand and his thrusts speed up, leaving you a mess underneath him. All you could do was moan, nails digging into his back. Your feet locked around his waist in an a desperate attempt to pull him closer to you. Your cries were getting louder and his grunts had turned into moans. The knot once again began to form in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Hoseok, I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Me too, princess, me too. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Neither of you noticed the fire beginning to burn, too caught up in your embrace. It started in your hands and moved up your arms and to your chest. The heat from the flames only fueled your pleasure, your sea of euphoria drawing back to form the tsunami that is your approaching orgasm. Hoseok’s thrusts began to stutter, balls tightening, moans reaching their peak crescendo.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Come with me, princess. Fuck, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

With that your both reach your peak, your pussy clamped down on him while he filled the condom. The flames intensified, as if your climax was their own personal brand of fuel. The euphoria that washed through both of your minds is so intense that you can’t even remember your own names. As the waves begin to calm, all you can think of is Hoseok before your mind faded to black.

You blink awake only to be greeted with harsh white light. You couldn’t remember much, other than passing out after having the best orgasm of your life. You quickly come to the realization that you are no longer in Hoseok’s bed or even his apartment. Instead, you are sitting in a plush chair, that is not entirely unlike a throne. The floral sundress you were wearing at the beach is replaced with what you can only describe as the most luxurious sheet you have ever felt forming a makeshift toga of sorts.

What the hell? you think.

As your eyes finally adjust more fully to light, you find that Hoseok is sitting next you in a chair and donning a toga similar to your own. The chairs are placed at a grand marble table which is in the center of grand marble room. The roof seems to be made of glass and behind it, the source of the blinding light shines through. Across from you sits a being, who seems not to ascribe to gender but rather transcends it to become (objectively) the most beautiful human being you have ever seen.

Hobi is the first to speak, as you are too lost to form words.

“Where the fuck are we?”

The being across from you chuckles at his question, mouth opening to show glowing white teeth.

“Ah, such harsh words. I forget how crass the human mind is. You are in what I like to call a transitional space.”

“A what?”

This time it is you who asks the question.

“A transitional space.”

“Transition between what?”

Despite your question, you’re beginning to feel a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Between this life and the next. This room exists only for us to talk and once you leave, it will never exist again.”

“Wait, go back. What were you saying about our lives?”

Judging by the look on his face, Hoseok is slowly coming to the same conclusion that you have.

“You, my loves, are dead. During the final moments of your consummation of your love, the fire that burned quietly in your soul for the duration of your life finally consumed you and left you as nothing but ashes on white sheets.”

And there it was. You were dead. You had no idea why and you had no idea who this person or thing was, but something told you that this was part of something much bigger than you would’ve ever imagined.

“And who are you?”

Hoseok looks surprisingly resigned. During the course of your relationship, you had noticed that Hoseok didn’t take well to drastic change, yet here in this room, facing the most drastic change of all, he didn’t even bother to frown.

“I am Fatum, better know to you English speakers as Fate. And you are my children.”

Both of your eyes go wide. Fate looks calmly back at you and you become faintly aware that their irises slowly change color like the colorful LED lights on Hoseok’s car stereo.

“You and your deaths are part of a saga that has been drawn out over many eons. Once long ago, I had a lover, Ordo. They were my single purpose in life, the focus of all my energy. But sadly, good things rarely last forever in this universe, and they ended up betraying me. I had no choice but to destroy them. Instead of getting rid of them completely, I took their soul, combined it with a part of mine and split it in two. Those two new souls are you.

“You became my pride and joy and slowly the pain I felt about Ordo’s loss was replaced with my abundance of love for you. In fact, I became so attached to you that I made it impossible for your souls to ever be destroyed, even by me. But then you grew older. You became wary of me and began to act out. In the end, you followed in Ordo’s footsteps betraying me and my work for the good of the universe.

“This time, however, I could not destroy you like I had with Ordo. My blind adoration for you prevented that and so I cursed you instead. For the past several eons, you have been cast onto Earth in the form of humans. Since you are technically the same soul split into two bodies, separation for long periods of time is quite emotionally draining. Lucky for you, I cursed you so that you would eventually find each other and in the presence of your other half, find the most euphoric happiness ever known.”

“Excuse me if I don’t understand how that would be considered a curse?”

Fatum turns to face you and you shiver as his eyes seem to bore through your soul, the very one he supposedly created.

“Well, you see my love, your happiness has a...let’s call it an expiration date. Humans, the silly things, always seem to succumb to intercourse when they discover who they believe to be the love of their lives. You two are certainly no exception. Your curse comes in the form of death during the...uh...climax of your first time together. You then come back here to meet me, where I have explained this story to you a thousand times over.”

“And then what?”

“And then, Hoseok, I send you back to Earth to reborn yet again as another human only to live out the same fate.”

Fatum chuckles at their own joke.

“What about the fire?”

“The fire, my dear, is the only part of your former form that you retain. Before taking the form of an infinite number of humans, you were what you people call phoenixes. Your fire resides in your soul, which you know I cannot touch. In fact, that is where I got the inspiration for your curse. You know, the whole bursting into flames before being reborn schtick.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know. What now?”

Hoseok seemed to be getting impatient with Fatum’s long story. He wasn’t good at sitting still for long periods of time and you had been sitting here for, well, you didn’t exactly know, time was somewhat elusive in this interdimensional space, but it seemed like very long.

“You get reborn obviously.”

The smile Fatum offered looked like an attempt offer a kind reprieve to the crazy story that had been forced down your throat, but it came off as chilling and a shiver was sent down your spine as a result. And then the world faded to black once more.

The fall air was chilly and you were forever grateful for warmed air of the local cafe. It was mid-October and the weather had just begun to cool off from the intense heat leftover from summer, but the mornings were just nippy enough to make you reach for an extra jacket and scarf.

Despite being seven-thirty on a Saturday morning, there was still a bit of line, and you distracted yourself by looking around the quiet cafe you had come to love. Now in your second year of college, you found that the atmosphere provided the peace you needed to study, unlike the library near your dorm. Despite strict rules to keep the noise down, there was always someone breaking them.

You finally made it to the front of the line, only to be greeted by an unfamiliar face. You frequented the place enough to know all the staff, yet before you stood a boyishly, handsome man with the brightest smile you had ever scene. Something about him struck you as familiar, but you brushed off the feeling, dismissing it as your intuition going crazy from lack of sleep.

“Hi,” he greeted you, “I’m Hoseok, what can I get for ya?”

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this. Please feel free to leave feedback. My inbox is always open to anyone. If you would like to help me determine where I head from here in terms of writing, here's a link to a survey. Thanks for reading.

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FIC: Counting Down the Days, part 2

Pairing: Peter Parker/Female Reader

Inspo: “Cancer” by My Chemical Romance

Summary: While visiting a children’s hospital as his alter ego Spider-Man, Peter meets a girl his age. She’s sweet, she’s smart, she’s funny… and she’s dying of cancer. When she laments the fact that she probably won’t get to live long enough to have the typical teenage experiences of prom and a boyfriend, Peter offers to fill those roles for her.

Part summary: Peter tells the reader what it felt like when he got Snapped.

Warnings: Talk of death. The usual cursing (he is from Queens). Endgame spoiler. Making fun of soccer moms who want to talk to the manager.

Tagged: @flokidottir-imagines-br @babyplutoszx2 @musiclover1263 @judemoos @drxgxnslxyer @hollanderheart @thequeensardine @ive-got-some-lies-to-tell @captainbuckyy @xxtomxo @deleteidentity @yessterekthings @itsyaspacemom @parrkerspeters @starksparker

Part 1

“Alrighty,” Peter said, webbing (y/n)’s hospital room door shut and peeling off his mask. “One cinnamon chai latte for you, one white chocolate mocha for me.”

“Ew, white chocolate?”

“You’re judging me. This is supposed to be a judgment-free zone, (y/n).”

“Please, Peter. This is a hospital, not Planet Fitness.”

Peter just shook his head and laughed as he handed (y/n) her latte. They’d been texting back and forth over the last couple of days, getting to know each other a little better. She asked to see pictures of his friends; he happily obliged (after telling them what he was up to - sort of, in most cases).

“That’s my best friend Ned,” Peter said, pointing at the pictures he was projecting on the wall from his suit. “He knows I’m Spider-Man too, him and MJ. He’s in Robotics Club and Academic Decathlon with me. That’s his girlfriend Betty, she’s on Student Council and she reads the announcements every morning. This is Michelle, also known as the aforementioned MJ. She’s on Academic Decathlon too. There’s Abe, and that’s Brad, and… oh, good, I see Flash found the phone that’s not built into my suit today.”

“Wow, that is exceptionally rude,” (y/n) said, squinting.

“Karen,” Peter muttered, “delete that.”

“Deleting,” Karen said as the photo disappeared; (y/n) laughed loudly.

“So wait, you’re friends with a dude named Flash?”

Peter scoffed loudly. “Not friends,” he muttered, “he’s been bullying me since the third grade. Did you know, (y/n), that he gave himself that nickname because his real name is Eugene?”

(Y/n) cracked up laughing. “Eugene?!” she exclaimed. “Well, fun fact, I went to school with a kid named Elmer. Heir to the McCormick spice fortune, and about as smart as a container of Italian seasoning too.”

Peter just shook his head. “Elmer,” he muttered as he and (y/n) started to sip their coffees.

“Wow,” (y/n) said. “I can’t remember the last time I had a good cup of coffee. The stuff here tastes like it was brewed with dish soap.”

Peter made a face. “We have a coffee pot, but I never drink coffee at home. I love my aunt May, I really do, but cooking is not her forte. And, unfortunately, that includes coffee. I’ve taught myself how to cook some things. Make a pretty mean chocolate chip cookie.”

“Well, I may have to try one of those sometime.” (Y/n) sipped her latte. “This almost feels like a real coffee date, y’know?”

Peter smiled. “Karen, open Spotify and play my Coffeehouse Favorites playlist, please?”

“Sure, Peter.” The air was soon filled with soft, jazzy music.

“Very nice!” (y/n) exclaimed. “Now we just need the middle-aged suburban mom with her may-I-speak-to-the-manager haircut complaining that her cappuccino isn’t foamy enough.”

“Well, I can’t reproduce that, but I can try.” Peter cleared his throat, next speaking in a weird sort of high-pitched voice. “I asked for light foam, does this look light to you??”

(y/n) giggled. “And there are 47 bubbles, I asked for 49. How hard is it to put 49 bubbles in my cappuccino foam?”

And then, in unison, they said: “Where is your manager?”

They both burst into laughter.

“I gotta tell you,” (y/n) said, “that I’ve only known you for, what, three days? And I’ve laughed more in this three days than I have in the last three years. You’re just… you’re so fun to be around. You come here to cheer people up, right? Guess what, Pete… it’s working.”

Peter smiled warmly at her. “Good, I’m glad.”

“Part of me wishes I’d met you earlier,” (y/n) said wistfully. “You know, before I got sick this last time. We could have had so much more time together. But… but I’m almost glad I met you when I did. Being faced with your own mortality really sucks, it’s nice to have a friend.”

“You know the Snap?” Peter said; (y/n) nodded. “I was one of the ones that got snapped.”

“Honestly? When it happened, I wish I’d been snapped. But… then everyone came back. So either way, I’d have to deal with this.” She gestured vaguely at the wires hooked up to various parts of her body. “But the nice part about that was, you didn’t know it was coming. You know? Like it just… happened. You didn’t have to suffer through it.”

“I knew.”

(y/n)’s eyes widened in shock. “You what?”

Peter swallowed thickly. “I knew what was happening. Because of my powers, my senses are, just, super heightened. I feel everything differently than everyone else. So yeah, for everyone else that got snapped, it was quick and painless but for me? I felt everything.”

(y/n)’s eyes grew wide. “Oh, God. What… what was that like? I mean, if you want to talk about it, if not I totally get it.”

Peter sighed. He knew one day he’d have to talk about it. He was kind of hoping he’d never have to. But, if it would help (y/n) feel better, he was willing to push his fear aside.

“Terrifying,” he finally replied. “I was terrified. I felt helpless, alone. Mr. Stark was right there, that helped me feel less alone. Physically it was weird, I could feel myself disintegrating. It wasn’t unbearably painful, but it was pretty uncomfortable. And then my soul just got… I don’t know, transported? Maybe? Sure, transported to the soul world. And it was five years, but it felt like five hours, it was really weird. But then… then I came back. I guess that’s the difference, though, I got to come back.”

(y/n) smiled. “Wow,” she said. “It’s nice to finally meet someone that knows what I’m going through. I’ve been faced with death over half my life and it scares me. I’ve felt so alone. But… now I don’t feel so alone anymore.” She reached over, gently grasping his still-gloved hand.

Peter gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Glad to help.” He smiled at her again. “Um, that latte is getting cold. I don’t want to have to go get the manager.”

“Young man!” (y/n) exclaimed, in her fake customer voice. “This went down to 102 degrees, it needs to be at least 115!”

They burst into laughter yet again.

“What was it like, in the soul world?” (Y/n) asked softly.

Peter shrugged. “Wasn’t so bad. I didn’t feel anything physically. But internally, I felt very at peace. I… I got to see my parents and my Uncle Ben again. But they didn’t get to come back, that’s how the quantum thing worked. If you were dead before the Snap, you stayed dead. You know? But they got to tell me they were proud of me, that made me feel a lot better. I had this overwhelming, just… what was I so afraid of? This isn’t so bad. Then I realized that the thing I was scared of was the uncertainty. What’s happening to me? Where am I going to end up? That’s the part that got me. But once I got there… it was okay.”

“That makes me feel a lot better. Thanks, Peter.” She squeezed his hand again. “So what do I do now?”

“I… I don’t really know. What do you think you should do?”

“I think I should make the most of the time I have left,” (y/n) answered. “Not dwell on the dying part so much, focus on the living part. I know that sounds like all the schlocky bullshit they spout out in movies and whatnot but… but maybe there’s some good advice hidden in that.”

Peter just nodded solemnly.

“So,” (y/n) said, gulping down the last of her latte, “any plans this weekend?”

“I… oh, maybe. Karen, what’s my schedule this weekend?”

“You have an Academic Decathlon competition in Albany this weekend, be at the school by 5pm packed and ready to get on the bus. Estimated return time is 8pm Saturday.”

“And I’m co-captain with MJ this year,” Peter said, “so my presence is definitely required. I’ll get you a postcard or something though. And then I should probably do my rounds after I get home, and then I think I’m free Sunday.”

“New event added to calendar by Bruce Banner,” Karen said, “meeting at Avengers Tower at 2pm on Sunday.”

Peter chuckled. “...and I’ll try to stop by after that. If not, I will for sure Monday. But I’ll text you whenever I can, okay?”

“Sounds good.” (y/n) smiled. “Hey, thank you, by the way.”

“For what?”

“Everyone that comes in here thinks they need to walk on eggshells around me, not bring up the D word or whatever, you know? Thank you for not doing that. Thank you for treating me like I’m just an average everyday kid, and not an average everyday kid that happens to be walking around with a commuted sentence.”

Peter grinned at her. “Hey, anytime.”

“In a weird way,” (y/n) continued, “I’m almost glad I got sick.”

“Why’s that?” Peter asked, nose scrunched in confusion.

She smiled softly at him. “It brought me you.”

Peter could feel a blush creep over his cheeks as he searched for something to say. He settled for squeezing her hand again and replying, “I’m glad I met you too. Sucks it wasn’t sooner, but… better late than never, y’know?”

“Better late than never.” She grinned at him before releasing his hand. “Talk to you soon?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

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화양연화 HYYH The Notes: L version

Seokjin 30 August YEAR 22

She seemed flustered when she thought she lost her diary. Her favourite movie, her favourite place to go, her favorite flowers to even her dreams appear on every future page being turned. It was something that I had done for her. The words ‘Sorry’ didn’t come out easily. The red diary laid between us at the intersection.

I wanted to give her happiness. I wanted to make her laugh. I wanted to be someone she would like. I thought that if I followed the words in the diary, I would be that person. But that wasn’t the case. I became more scared when I became someone else. I really don’t want to be caught (for being me). I don’t want disappointment to follow afterwards. Desperately, I turned my head away to hide myself. But just as one cannot put a full stop to a sentence without subject, the me who could not improve himself and continued to wander in the same place.

Now, I know. The me who lacks, makes mistakes and fails is all part of me afterall. No matter how cruel or how merciless things are, by being true to myself would I, only be able to move forward. I stood up from my position and she didn’t try to grab me.

I walked out to the street and removed my hat. As I run my fingers through my hair, all the time spent trying to be someone else slipped through my fingers. I lifted my head and saw my reflection in the mirror. A frail face, pale lips and thin shoulders. I looked unkempt. I laughed. The me in the mirror laughed too.

25 June YEAR 19

A flower pot was by the window in the storage classroom, with its owner being unknown. Who among my dongsaengs would bring this flowerpot? I took out my handphone. The classroom was always dark since there wasn’t any electricity and with the vague light coming in through the dirty window, I could see the green leaves outside. The photo I took by my phone didn’t come out well. It wasn’t just because it was taken by a handphone. I always thought that photos cannot capture what can be seen by the eyes.

As I approached, I could see a ‘H’ underneath the flower pot. I lifted it up. The words ‘Hoseok’s flower pot’ appeared. I chuckled. Of course, no one else among the dongsaengs except for Hoseok who would bring a flower pot. I put the flower pot down so that only the ‘H’ would be visible. Until now, never once have I noticed but the windows were scribbled all over. Not just the windowsill, but the ceiling as well. “Pass or Die”.The names of crushes. dates, and numerous names that can’t be read.

This classroom wasn’t used for storage in the beginning. Students would every day go to class and then in the afternoons, they would empty them. It would have been empty during school vacations and then filled again once school started. Would there have been students like us who were late and received punishments and ended up missing class? Would there have been merciless violent teachers and endless tests and homework? Also, would there have been someone like me? Someone who told on their friends to the principal.

I wondered if my father’s name might have been among these. This place was also my father’s alma mater. My father was someone who believed that by attending the same higih school, the same college was a wat of preserving the family’s dignity. I scanned all the names and found my father’s one. It was in the middle of the left wall amongst several others. Underneath, a sentence was written. “Everything started from here.”

Yoongi 29 July YEAR 22

What was the reason that the melody kept coming to me after I lost the person who practiced with me and played the guitar? Laying buried on the couch, I stared at the piano that was a distance away. After being expelled from school, I threw away my mother’s piano key. It was the only thing that I had taken from the ruins of the burned building, it was half burned and I threw it out of the apartment window. I thought that would end it. I told myself again the promise that I would never touch a piano ever again.

Early in the morning, I took the stairs because I couldn’t wait for the elevator. I thought I had fallen asleep quickly but the sun was already rising. Suddenly, memories of last night came back to me. There was nothing in the flowerbed outside the window. The security guard told me that the garbage truck had come not too long ago. That was how I lost my mother’s piano key.

Even after that, I gave up on music countlessly. Now I won’t. I won’t come back, music is nothing, yet as I tried to run away, I knew. I knew that I would start music again, the same way as I stumbled down the stairs. Music was that kind of subject to me. In music, I was just as free as I was suffering, confused but also lucid, fear and confidence, hope and despair, as if I was living inside all those conflicting emotions.

Suddenly, I wanted to play the piano. Inside it, I wanted to meet me who only pretended to be strong, even though in reality, I was fearful and a coward. I wanted to pour out curses and sarcasm, give wounds and hit and destroy and pull and cry. And I didn’t want to run away. I wanted to complete the melody that was made by the guitar and piano. This time, it seemed like I could.

2 May YEAR 22

The sheet caught fire in an instant. Within the unbearable heat, everything lost its existence. I could no longer smell the sour smell of the mold, or feel the engulfing humidity, or see the dim light anymore. All that was left was my suffering. The physical suffering of the heat. The skin of my fingers is so hot that it blistered any moment. Only then did my father’s blank face and the sound of the music dispersed.

My father and I were very different. I couldn’t understand my father and my father couldn’t understand me. Even if I I put in effort, it won’t work out. All I could do was hide defy and run away from him. There are times in which it felt as though it wasn’t my father that I was breaking away from. Then fear in the face of a cliff came over me. Then what was I running away from? What did I have to do to be free? Everything felt impossible.

It seemed as though I could hear someone’s voice calling me, but I didn’t lift my head. Whether it was because of the heat or because of the pain, I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t have the strength to move. Yet, even so. I knew it was Jungkook. He would be angry. Maybe he would be sad for me. I just wanted to sink down. I wanted to end all the smoke and heat, the pain and fear, then Jungkook shouted something again but I couldn’t hear it. My vision dropped low. Finally, I raised my eyes. The last thing I could see of the world was the dirty, remote room, red flames, wavering smoke and Jungkook’s face.

Namjoon 20 July YEAR 22

I skimmed across the magazine advertisements and lifted my head. There were so many different faces of those who sat at the corner table the last few days across me. A thick book, large bag and a white paper cup alike but it still wasn’t her. Again, I went back to skimming the magazines. I had been looking at the same page for more than an hour. Because of the repetitive thoughts, my eyes couldn’t pick up the letters at all. I asked myself why am I sitting here. No answer came to me. Amongst those who were engrossed in something, I was lethargically looking through a magazine. I felt impatient for something to start. This isn’t how it is meant to be.

I returned the magazine and continued to walk across the bookshelves The books were in rows on bookshelves taller than I was. From the open window, a breeze blew, the smell of books wafting and the dust hovering. I thought about my high school years again. My friends and I, together, in that hideout classroom. At that time, it smelled the same. Had the ‘Current Me’ grow from the “Then Me’? I couldn’t be sure of it. Regardless, it could be that everything of me had stopped at that time since back then. I moved to the opposite bookshelf. I picked up a book I used to study back then. I had to start again. From everything I had given up, one at a time.

11 April YEAR 22

I finished with the gas and went in. But something brushed against my face and fell. Surprised, I took a step backwards to look at it. At the bottom of my feet was a crumpled bill. Out of reflex, I bent down to pick it up. The people in the car burst into laughter. I stopped for a moment. Seokjin Hyung was watching me from a distance. I couldn’t lift my head up. What do you do if you make eye contact with people who ride in expensive cars but put down and ridicule others? You have to face them. If you think what they’re doing is unjust, you have to face them. It’s not a matter of bravery, or pride or equality but it is something that needs to be done.

However, this was a gas station and I’m a part time-worker. If a customer threw trash, I had to clean it up. And if they cursed, I had to listen. And if they threw a bill on the floor, I had to pick it up. My body shook with humiliation. I clenched my fists. My fingernails dug into my skin.

At that moment, someone’s hand picked up the bill. The people in the car muttered and left as if the fun in it was gone. Even after they left, I couldn’t lift my head up. I lacked the confidence to look into Seokjin Hyung’s eyes. It wasn’t as though Hyung didn’t know about my cowardliness, my poverty and my circumstances. I didn’t want to show him this explicitly. Hyung stood at the end of my gaze and didn’t move. Neither did he approach me or did he speak.

Hoseok 13 August YEAR 22

Jimin and the kid was standing in the middle of the practice room. The 5-second wait after the beginning pose always seemed long. As soon as the music flowed from the speaker, the two of them started the first move. It was the choreography that I had practiced with the kid not too long ago. I sat on the floor of the room and monitored.

When I first found out that I couldn’t dance for the time being, because of my ankle, it had been really difficult. It was suffocating that I could only watch others dance. But as I helped Jimin practice and watched him grow, a realization dawned on me. The fact that I cant dance by myself wasn’t a big problem and that I could be happy by continuing with dance in other ways.

When I practice with Jimin, I didn’t let even the smallest mistake go by. Jimin sometimes subtly missed the timing or made movements that are smaller than what I expect. At those times, I stopped the music and scrutinized each move, one by one. But when I sat on the floor, as some kind o audience, and watched from here, Jimin’s dance looked different. I saw something bigger than just his small one-by-one movements. Things that I initially thought and dismissed of as mistakes when we practice together dawned on me differently. Such trivial mistakes and imperfections instead came together to give off a unique feeling. Of course, it would be different than mine, but Jimin had his own timing and own expressions. Jimin’s dance was bright and touches the heart just the way it was.

The music ended. Jimin’s dance ended as well. I saw that his face was shining with excitement and joy. The kid was standing next to him. The kid would be going overseas soon. Suddenly, we locked eyes. I gave a thumbs-up and the kid gave a big smile. It was strange. The kid didn’t look a thing like my mother. I can’t even remember my own mother’s face, so why did I think they looked similar? Suddenly, something in my heart ached. My to-be healed ankle twitched.

2 March YEAR 22

I liked being among people. When I left the orphanage, I worked part time at a fast food restaurant, having a knack of making others smile while I work. I liked that kind of work. Actually, in my life, there were very few reasons for me to laugh or to be cheerful. It’s clear that I’ve seen more bad people than the good ones. Maybe that’s the reason why I liked the job. If I smiled brightly, spoke loudly and reacted cheerfully, I could pretend, even to myself, that I felt that way, even if it was deliberately done by me. My mood improved when I laughed loudly, and when I treated people kindly, I became a kind person. Yet, there were hard days as well. After cleaning the store and going back home, even taking a step was difficult. There days filled with fussy customers too. But even so, it was easier to hold it in because of my friends back then, as compared to now.

Sometimes I thought of my friends when I look at the store packed with customers. Seokjin Hyung who transferred schools without saying anything, Namjoon, who disappeared one morning, Yoongi Hyung who was expelled and won’t pick up my calls, Taehyung, who knows, where or what kind of accident is he possibly in now, and Jimin, who never returned to school and the last time I saw him was at the emergency room. I had seen Jungkook wearing the school uniform a few times through the window, but he never visited the store. I wondered if all those times have passed by now.

Hearing the sound of a customer, I gave a loud greeting. I looked towards the door with a bright and healthy smile.

Jimin 28 July YEAR 22

Today, I am left alone in the practice room. It was past twelve and the trains would have stopped running. Actually, I was waiting for the trains to stop running. That way, I could be left completely alone in the practice room. When we practiced together, my eyes were only focused on the areas where I lacked. That’s why I was restless, I was afraid. Yet, no matter what, I wanted to do it. So I stayed by myself every night.

As my days were spent like this, interestingly, the fear in my heart disappeared. Only the truth of dancing being fun remained. For a long time, I believed that the small, weak and powerless me was real. When I danced, I ended up thinking of my weight of my body or the length of my arms, speed or strength that I could make. When I danced, I didn’t feel small or weak. My skills improved greatly as much as I have practiced. The movements that had been stuttering at first were now being connected. I have grown. Even if the growth was as a fingernail, but I was still growing. I became aware that I was in reality, a talkative person. I knew that. When I danced, I was able to speak whatever I couldn’t say or hadn’t said. When I started to dance, for the first tine, I started to like myself.

16 May YEAR 22

Hoseok Hyung’s house was actually quite high. A rooftop room of a deadlocked house at the end of a narrow, winding alley, some distance from a long street; that was Hyung’s house. When I entered the house, which was just one room, Hyung bragged that it was the top floor in the whole city; from which all the places that we have grown up from could be seen, laid down below our feet. Hyung said that there is so many things to see from this rooftop room. The nearby train station could be seen, and along the train tracks, the containers were also visible, Namjoon Hyung was living in one of those. If I look a little more, the school that we all attend would appear.

After finding the school, I lifted my head and looked at the other side of the city. At the foot of the mountain, there were some large apartment buildings. Right there, that’s my house, no, that’s my parent’s house. I didn’t tell anyone that I ran away from the hospital. If I did, they would have called my parents. Right now, maybe, I don’t know, they might be looking for me. I don’t have the confidence to see them face-to-face. Though I came out of the hospital, there is no way that I’m going home. Even as such, I have no desire to go back to the hospital. But I had nowhere to go and had no money. I stood hesitantly, before Hyung told me to follow him, leading the way, and how we arrived at this place – his house.

My eyes looked back to the apartment houses again. I didn’t want to meet my parents or go back to the hospital even though eventually I had to. I took a deep breath in. It seemed like a thought alone could cause a seizure. Truthfully, I didn’t trust myself enough to endure any other place other than the hospital. I could be rushed to the hospital again. I was so afraid, I couldn’t stand it.

Taehyung 11 August YEAR 22

As I turned around, I discovered some words underneath the ‘X’. It was a short sentence scratched onto the wall, saying ‘It wasn’t my fault.”. It was that kid. I didn’t see her, nor did I know her handwriting but somehow I knew. It looked her last greeting. Saying that her leaving wasn’t because of me. That the things that made her ‘fall’ was not because I was a bad person. It seemed like it was telling me not to blame myself or to be hung up on it, but instead to have courage.

When I finally got back to my senses, I was in front of my house. From the outside the door, I could hear Noona’s scream. I flung it open and entered. A familiar scene was laid out. I blocked my father. I grabbed his arm and look right at his face. Initially, he seemed to be shocked, but then he swing his fist. This is not the first time that I was knocked out. Noona’s crying became louder. My chin hurt. The smell of dusty metal came from my own mouth. Yet, I didn’t give up. I grabbed my father’s waist. He gave off an angry scream. He mercilessly hit my back and shoulders but all the more I held on to him even tighter.

It wasn’t that it didn’t hurt. It wasn’t that I wasn’t scared. But if I let go, the same daily cycle would repeat. I wanted it to be different. I wanted to change it.

No. I’m different from my father. I’m going to protect our family.

29 March YEAR 22

The gas station owner spat on the ground as he left. I laid down on the ground in the same position that I had crouched in. I was drawing at the back of the wall of the gas station, only to be caught by the owner, who beat me and angrily asked what I was doing, drawing on somebody else’s wall. I rolled around the floor. Getting hit was something that I was familiar and at the same time, unfamiliar with.

I started graffiti not too long ago. I took a spray can that someone threw away and started drawing on the wall. It was yellow colour. I sprayed it whatever I wanted and then looked up at it. I looked at the distinct yellow colour paint on the grey paint, then picked up another spray can. For a long time, I sprayed unknowingly on the wall. Only when the spray cans were all empty did my hands stop. I threw the can away and stepped back. My breath came as though I had been running with all my might.

I didn’t know what the colours on the wall meant. I didn’t know what I had done or why had I done it. But I had done it. I would assume that what I expressed were my feelings. I spewed out my heart onto the wall. Initially, I thought it was ugly. I thought it was something dirty. Something idiotic, useless and pitiful. I didn’t like it. I rubbed some of the wet paint with my hand. I wanted to erase it all. Yet, instead of erasing it, I ended up mixing and blending the colours and moulded different shapes. I sat against the wall. It wasn’t a matter of whether or not I liked it. It wasn’t a matter of whether it was beautiful or not. It was just me.

When I stood up, I coughed. I spat blood onto my hand. Then I saw someone’s hand picking up the spray can. I followed the hand up until I saw a face. I saw Namjoon Hyung’s face. I laughed. I thought I was seeing a ghost. Hyung reached out a hand. I simply looked up at him. Hyung took my hand and pulled me up. His hand was warm.

Jungkook 11 August YEAR 22

When I looked back, the hospital is really far away. I could no longer see the bench where I had left the wildflowers, neither could I see the window through wish I watched the river with the kid. As I reflected, that kid was a space for me to breathe in this stuffy hospital life. As we set on the hospital bench in the late afternoon talking about this and that, the sun had set. I told her about playing in the hideout classroom, going on a vacation to the beach and walking all the way up till the train station. She told me about all of the corners in the hospital , which window that you can see the river from, which staircase you could use to secretly climb up to the roof. There was nothing she didn’t know about the hospital.

Her hospital room was empty. Had she been discharged, or moved to another hospital? I asked the nurses. But none of them could tell me. For some reason, a corner of my heart felt empty. I turned around and just kept walking. From a distance, I could see the school. It seemed like most of the things I talked to her about was involved the Hyungs, and almost every single story started with them. To me, when I was alone, the Hyungs became my friends and family and teachers. My story was within their stories, and I only existed inside a relationship with them.

Yet, at some point, I started to think as such. That there may be a day where they would no longer be at my side. I might go looking for them to find out they’re gone, without any reason. Or maybe something even more could happen, I didn’t know.

I thought of that night. When the huge moon rose in the sky, the world turned upside-down, the headlamps I saw from an inverted view, the shape of the car that passed by me and eventually disappeared. The sound of the engine, which was familiar to me for some reason. I didn’t want to jump into conclusions. But even so, I just kept thinking of that moment.

11 April YEAR 22

I walked on the top of the railing of the roof top. The building had been abandoned while it was in the middle of its construction. When I stretched out one foot in the air, the darkness engulfed beneath me. The night city spread out hazily below the railings. Neon lights, honking horns and smoking dust swirled in the darkness. For a moment, I felt dizzy. I stretched out my arms to regain my balance. Then I thought. It was only one step. If I took one step, everything would end. I leaned my body more towards the darkness. The darkness that started at the bottom of my feet now came up to devour my body whole. When I closed my eyes, the dizzy city, sounds and fear all disappeared. I stopped breathing. Then, I leaned my body towards the darkness even more. I didn’t have any thoughts. No one came to my mind. I didn’t want to leave anything behind. I wouldn’t remember anything. This was just the end.

At this moment, my phone rang. My senses came back to me as though I woke up from a distant dream. My dulled senses returned immediately. I pulled out my phone. It was Yoongi Hyung.

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🌓 Vaderwan/Vaderkin Obikin Fic Recs

Updated 5/10/2021

Here you’ll find the Obikin Fic Rec Masterlist, and here are some tags and warnings in case you don’t want to read about certain topics:

🔥= Mustafar AU ⌛= Time travel/de-aged/rebirth 🔗= Slavery 🍫= Explicit sexual content 🍂= Master-student relationship or mentions/underage

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🍫🔥♥♥♥♥ where every mask cracks by little_tales Status: on going

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⌛♥♥♥♥With the will of the force, In the palm of my hand. by Spice_Runner Status: hiatus

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🍫♥♥♥♥come back from the dark by amidnightlove Status: on going

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🍫♥♥♥snowbound by amidnightlove Status: complete

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⌛♥♥♥there is peace (peace is a lie) by luminousbeingsweare Status: on going

Ben Kenobi, Wizard of the Wastes, was really tired of this. For some ridiculous reason, he really thought he'd be able to rest for once in his (after)life. Of course, it couldn't be that simple. Judging by the intense cursing coming from Darth Vader's - or was it Anakin? - side of the room, it seemed he wasn't the only one in this predicament.Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker are thrown out of the afterlife back to right before AOTC starts. Everything goes to hell.

🔥 ♥♥Bound to Me by ilcuoreardendo Status: complete Summary: One of the memories Anakin carries away from Geonosis is that of his master in chains.

⌛♥♥♥♥♥ Vader in time by SWModdy Status: on going

Summary: He’s given a new chance. Or rather Vader takes the new chance as he feels the death of Obi-Wan somewhere out in the wide galaxy, the Jedi passing utterly alone without Vader there and in a moment of madness everything becomes clear… so he takes a new chance for himself. By going back. And this time Palpatine shall not take it all from him.

🍫♥♥♥♥What Dwells in Us by Caudipteryx dreamwidth

Status: complete

Summary: Three months have passed since Obi-Wan Kenobi arrived on Tatooine. He has settled into a quiet, uneventful life in the desert, watching over the infant Luke from afar. Alas, his life isn’t going to stay quiet or uneventful for much longer.

Or: The story of Obi-Wan’s years in exile I have always wanted to read. (Yes, it is written in first person, and I know a lot of people hate first person. But this serves a very specific aesthetic purpose; if you think the subject matter may interest you, please try giving it a chance anyway.)

🔥♥♥♥ Eyes by TiBun

Status: hiatus (last update: 2017-11-11)

Summary: Darth Vader had won the inner battle. He had wrapped Anakin in darkness and snuffed out his light. But Obi-Wan wasn't quite sure Anakin was completely gone, and the Sith Lord's eyes could be very telling.

♥♥♥ Ascension by lilyconrad

Status: complete

Summary: Anakin loathes the soulmark Obi-Wan bears, a black dragon that will one day take his beloved master away from him.

🍫♥♥♥♥♥The Negotiator Series by Ralph_E_Silvering

Status: complete

Part one 🍫♥♥♥♥ The Negotiator: Darth Vader was always arrogant. He forgot that Obi-Wan had spent 20 years in the desert, with nothing to do but learn new ways to mess with him. Or the story of how Darth Vader touches Obi-Wan Kenobi's lightsaber after the events on Cloud City but forgets about that little Force-trick of psychometry. Obi-Wan has one last surprise for his old Padawan.

Part two 🍫♥♥♥ Hindsight: Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi woke every night, sweating and gasping, from nightmares of Darth Vader. It had been nine years since he had watched his Padawan burn, watched the Republic fall, watched his life be destroyed around him. And every night he saw Anakin’s face, twisted by evil, his eyes sickly yellow, as he screamed his hatred of Obi-Wan. It was that last which he could not bear.

Part three 🍫♥♥ Darth Vader's Master: Yet always he would be pulled awake far too soon, finding himself in his sterile and empty Imperial chambers, hard and aching once more.........

Part four 🍫♥♥After the End: Obi-Wan tilted his chin up until their eyes met, and Anakin felt shame burn through him. But Obi-Wan was still smiling, his eyes deepest blue-green, and as he bent to place a gentle kiss on Anakin’s lips, the younger man finally began to relax. “Hello, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, joy suffusing his presence.

♥♥♥And Back Again by DreamingMoonlight

Status: complete

Summary: Darth Vader is on Tatooine with a mission and cannot be stopped. Not until the Witch of the Junland Wastes stands in his path and changes the course of his destiny.

Also, look at this lovely art by @crinzinzey

⌛🍫♥♥♥ Soldier, Poet, King by Glare @glare-gryphon

Status: hiatus (last update: 2017-06-08)

Summary: Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness. Trapped out of time, Master and Apprentice must once again work together to stop Sideous’ plans from reaching fruition and bring Balance to the Force—all the while dodging the Jedi, the Sith, and their feelings for each other.

♥♥ Disjointed by Ha_neul @octavigustus

Status: complete

Summary: Returning to Tatooine to erase his past, Vader reunites with his old lover and their son.

⌛♥♥♥♥ I myself have torn myself to shreds by iiscos @jamesalarcon

Status: complete

Summary: The Force whispers in its ageless voice, its touch peaceful and lulling against Vader’s ancient soul, “Tell me your biggest regrets.”

Or the five times Anakin traveled back in time with the intention of making things better, and the one time that it actually worked. I would say this story begins as Vader and ends in Anakin, a more wise Anakin who have suffered a lot.

⌛♥♥ Anathema by poplitealqueen (Isimun) @poplitealqueen

Status: hiatus (last update: 2016-11-29)

Summary: An illogical visitor appears on the Death Star, following the apparent death of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

🔥♥ Am I only dreaming? by Kris_Amethyst (now orphan account)

Status: dropped (last update: 2016-03-10)

Summary: It's been five years since Obi-Wan Kenobi saw Darth Vader. Now, in the deserts of Tatooine, he finds a seemingly amnesiac Anakin Skywalker who doesn't know of his fall. Can he and Padmé save him once and for all?

⌛♥♥♥♥ Tell Me, Show Me by LeelaLaFleur ArvisTaljik

Status: hiatus (last update: 2016-07-02)

Summary: While searching the Force for the spirit of his former Master, Vader finds himself thrown deep into the past. Free of the Dark Side and with his youthful body back, Vader/Anakin is ready to change his own destiny for better, but when he comes across shy, yet incredibly stubborn Padawan Kenobi, everything rapidly spirals out of control and the ex-Sith is forced to face some of the old attractions and attachments....

⌛♥♥♥♥♥ Return to the Point of No Return by theascetic

Status: complete

Summary: He turns around, his tunic soaked with blood, and holds the gorgon's head up by its wispy hair.

"Anakin, please-"

"Don't beg me, Master,” says the last of the Sith, tenderly reaching to cup Obi Wan's hot cheek with a gore-stained hand. “Command me.”

The ever-popular time travel fix-it fic... with a bit of a twist.

🔥♥ Go Away Closer by MissPop (before poplitealqueen (Isimun) ) @poplitealqueen

Status: hiatus (last update: 2016-04-04)

Summary: 'Go Away Closer' aka a double bind: where every decision you make feels like the wrong one. However, in Zen Buddhism, it's also viewed as a path to enlightenment. The impossible question with no correct answer.This is a Star Wars AU, a Mustafar AU to be exact, where Obi-Wan doesn't cut Anakin down to size and nothing is okay.

Also a SPOILER WARNING of Go Away Closer, for the next one shot:

🍫♥♥ Comorbidity by MissPop,poplitealqueen (Isimun) @poplitealqueen

Status: complete

Summary: Anakin's premonitory "Probably-Palpatine-Just-Fucking-With-Him-But-Also-Lowkey-His-Old-Pal-The-Force-Trying-To-Give-Him-A-Head's-Up" nightmares return.

🔥♥♥♥♥♥ I have lied my way to the stars by iiscos @jamesalarcon

Status: hiatus (last update: 2016-03-13)

Summary: Anakin wavers in darkness, while Obi-Wan questions the light.Or another post-RotS AU where Obi-Wan is captured on Mustafar.

⌛♥♥♥♥♥ Second Life by Sapphirethief

Status: hiatus (last update: 2017-01-05)

Summary: Vader takes his last breath only to wake in times long past.

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