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ellecdc · 2 months

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A Man With a Plan.6

prologue // p1 // p2 // p3 // p4 // p5 // p6 // p7

Remus Lupin x whimsical!reader - Hogwarts Era (no Voldemort) - Soulmate AU

CW: swearing, mostly fluff, funny moments with friends, no plot just vibes [crystal dialogue prompt courtesy of keke the unstablereader 🫶]

Though Remus was undoubtedly relieved that you a) knew of his affliction, and b) forgave him for his arseholery, he was admittedly a little more than slightly disappointed that very little had changed between the two of you.

Which made no sense on account of the fact that he never planned on anything changing between the two of you to begin with; he was discontent, nevertheless.

“Oh, good, Y/N’s here. Listen, how the hell do I stop the nargles from stealing my things?” James shouted as you approached the table. You looked like you had perhaps only been prepared to say hello and carry on, to which James was having none of it and nearly bodily forced you onto the bench next to him.

“Hello, Jamie. Do you have your cranberry seed oil infused corks?” You asked as you obediently took your seat.

James scoffed and pulled out a lanyard from under his uniform which, lo and behold, had a cork attached to it smelling very much like cranberry seed oil. “I literally never go anywhere without it.” He said as if you had asked a particularly ridiculous question.

You hummed and Remus watched a divot appear between your eyebrows as you scrutinized what Remus assumed was James’ aura or some other such entity. “Well, I don’t see any around you, James. What makes you think you have a nargle problem?”

James groaned dejectedly and turned back towards his lunch. “All of my things are missing! It started around the time you went missing.” James stressed, still not having completely forgiven you for your disappearance at the last full moon. “It was my school tie, and some socks, a quill set my mom got me at the start of school, and now I can’t find my herbology textbook!”

You hummed again and seemed to look around the table as if you’d somehow find his belongings there. “Perhaps you should ask your friend Peter.”

Remus heard Peter choke on his pumpkin juice as James, Sirius, and Remus all turned to look at him.

“Uh...haha, so, funny thing...” He started, cut off by an indignant squawk from James.

“You were stealing my stuff!? Why!?” He cried.

Peter’s cheeks pinked though a pleased smile graced his lips. “You were so worried about Y/N being missing and the nargles taking your things. I thought a funny prank would lighten the mood; I wouldn’t get a chance like that again!” He defended himself.

“You are so dead.” James muttered as Peter (wisely) took off out of the Great Hall with James hot on his heels.

“Alright Y/N.” Sirius started, throwing an arm over your shoulders. “You’ve gotta tell me; how’d you know it was Petey boy?”

A shy sort of pride painted your features and Remus thought it was the most beautiful you ever looked. “Wrackspurts.”

Sirius’ smile fell slightly, but the amusement never left his eyes. “Wrackspurts?”

You nodded in agreement. “Mhm. His head was full of them.” You said simply as you took a piece of cut strawberry from James’ abandoned plate and popped it in your mouth.

Sirius nodded with a look on his face that seemed to say ‘fair enough’. “And how’d you know about this one?” He asked, motioning towards Remus with his head.

“About his affliction, or about his soulmate bond?” You asked as if you were simply talking about the weather.

Sirius cocked his head as he considered you. “Both.”

“His aura...or I suppose Moony’s aura.”

Remus felt his eyebrows recede into his hair line. “Moony has an aura?” He asked you.

You nodded in the affirmative. “I’m assuming you’re right-handed?”

Remus nodded numbly.

“Most of the lunar cycle, Moony’s aura sits around your left shoulder. As the cycle moves closer to the full, he resides on your right. Also, sometimes when I’m near, he tries to come closer. Would you say that’s true?” Your serene tone did nothing to calm the racing of his heart.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Sirius said, interrupting Remus’ internal struggle. “There really was nothing you could do to hide from this witch, huh Moons?”

Remus chuckled self-deprecatingly and looked down into his lap in a little bit of shame. Your smile never faltered, however.

Peter and James returned then; James with a self-satisfied grin on his face, and Peter with his hair, shirt collar, and tie in disarray.

“What’s so funny?” James asked as he sat beside you, smacking a platonic kiss to your cheek as he winked over at Lily from her spot further down the table, whose face turned a shade of red rivaling her hair at having been caught watching James.

“Remus and his last two braincells trying to keep Y/N away from him.” Sirius snickered. Remus kicked at him under the table which caused you to jump. He apparently had missed his mark and had kicked your shin by accident.

“Fuckin’ hells, dove. I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Oh my gods...”

Sirius barked another laugh as Peter whispered a quiet ‘dove?’

“Oi! You really have lost your gobstones! Can’t believe Moony’s the dumbest one out of all of us now.” James said as he checked your shin for injury under the table.

“Remus isn’t dumb.” You defended the dumb bastard.

“Well, you can’t say he’s very smart here, dollface.” Sirius conceded.

You hummed and shooed James away from your leg. “Wisdom was chasing him; Remus was just always faster.”

This time, poor Pete lost his pumpkin juice completely as he sputtered mid-sip. You didn’t even seem to realize you’d said something particularly funny (or devastating) as James nearly fell off the bench in a fit of laughter and Sirius pulled you into his side.

“Oh, for the love of Merlin. Remus, please, can we keep her!?” He said in between bouts of laughter, wiping away a mirthful tear from under his eye.

Remus had no objections.

What Remus hadn’t agreed to was this.

Remus understood that allowing Moony (and...himself) to keep you around meant that he would ultimately have to share you. He knew that he’d have to share you with James, he’d have to (rather unfortunately) share you with Regulus, he’d have to share you with Pete and Sirius who seemed just as enamored with you, and he’d likely eventually have to share you with Lily, Marlene, Mary, and the rest of his friend group.

He was however not in the slightest prepared to have to share you with the likes of Barty Crouch Junior.

Remus had, quite happily, found you studying in the library alone and asked politely if he could join you at your table. The two of you had been studying in companionable silence when Regulus showed up. No matter, Regulus was quiet and diligent in his schoolwork.

Then, Sirius had shown up perturbed that his baby brother and his best mate were hanging out (to which both Regulus and Remus vehemently denied, seeing as they were both here studying with you, not each other), and insisted he be involved. Though Sirius struggled with the whole sitting-still-and-quietly thing, he more or less managed to join the three of you without much fuss.

But then James showed up, which sparked a long and arduous debate between he and Regulus regarding which entity was worse – wrackspurts or nargles – to which you weren’t even a part of save for each of them calling to you in need of an explanation every so often. You would look up from your book and answer them politely before returning to your schoolwork as if you weren’t surrounded by complete idiots.

Remus was lovestruck.

And then Barty showed up.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” Crouch screeched as he ran through the library completely ignoring the shushing from other students and string of curse words following him from the crotchety librarian.

“Hello, Bartemus.” You greeted the banshee serenely.

“Quickly, darling.” He started before promptly dumping a large sack of tumbled rocks and gems in front of you.

“Where’d you get all of these?” Regulus asked incredulously, reaching to pluck a small stone that had rolled over to his open book.

“Never you mind that!” Barty shouted as he swatted his hand away. “Y/N - light of my life, apple of my eye - which of these crystals will help me piss of my dad the most?!”

Once again appearing completely unperturbed by the general chaos around you, you perused the crystals set before you.

“Well, Carnelian can invoke passion.” You said as you plucked a red stone from the pile. “Garnet can invoke intense emotions: jealousy, anger, fear. I recommend pairing it with gold – maybe place it in a gold setting for a necklace or something similar. Dravite will bring up unresolved emotions...” And soon, two red stones and a brown stone sat in your palm as you held them before Barty.

“Pfft, figures.” Barty grumbled. “Red and gold never fail to piss me off either.” He sneered, looking pointedly at the three Gryffindor’s seated at your table. Remus was not necessarily proud of the low growl that the comment elicited from him, but he was proud of the restraint he showed when Moony was screaming in his head to tear the fuckers head clean off his scrawny body.

“Bartemus.” You chided gently, looking up at Barty standing above you like a parent might look at a particularly troublesome child: full of love.

Remus hated it.

“Sorry my sweets.” Barty cooed at you and ran a finger along your cheekbone.

Remus hated that more.

“Mr. Crouch!” The librarian called, finally having caught up to her problem student.

“Well, I must be off.” Barty called casually as if it was completely of his own volition that he now vacate the premises. “Keep the rest, beautiful angel face. Much love!”

And he was gone.

Thank Merlin.

“The friends you keep.” James muttered as he shook his head in disappointment as if he wasn’t one of said friends you keep.

“Oh, Bartemus is not so bad. Perhaps just a little misunderstood, and a little more than maniacal.” You put simply.

James was shushed loudly by the librarian for his laughter.

“I’ll go check on him.” Regulus said as he stood. He barely spared the Gryffindors a glance as he nodded politely at you. “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Regulus.” You sang to him, smiling brightly like he had just been anything more than sort of polite to you.

Remus once again figured that was as much affection as Regulus could ever show.

“You boys are welcome to help yourselves to the crystals. It’s a wonderful idea to take the ones that speak most to you.”

James exclaimed gleefully as he started to browse the many stones in front of you. Sirius’ face piqued in interest as he quickly plucked the most sparkly stone on the table.

“Jamie, you should bring this one to Lily.” You said as you handed him a small, slightly translucent pink stone. James didn’t bother asking questions such as ‘why?’ or ‘what is it?’ or even ‘should I be worried?’ before he accepted it, punctuating his ‘thanks angel’ with a kiss to your hair before he was racing out of the library.

“What stone was that?” Remus asked, unable to quell his curiosity.

“Rose quartz.” You responded simply.

“What’s it do?” Sirius asked.

Your mouth quirked in thought. “Stones don’t really do anything. They just encourage what’s already possible.”

Sirius rolled his eyes earning him a defensive kick in the shin from Remus.

“What does rose quartz encourage, dove?” Remus placated.

“Love and affection.”

Remus nodded and watched as Sirius pocketed two more shiny and sparkly stones before his expression was painted with mischief. “Say, Y/N. What crystals should our dear Moony here have?”

Remus couldn’t even bother shooting his mate an unimpressed glare when your face picked up excitedly and you began sifting through the stones. He watched just as animatedly.

After a few moments, you proudly displayed a small palmful of stones.

Remus placed his hand palm up beside your much smaller one and relished in the intimacy of you gently transferring the stones into his palm; your hands gently brushing in the action.

“What are those stones?” Sirius asked curiously.

Remus swore some bashfulness painted your features as you pointed the stones out in Remus’ palm. He was thankful for the continued contact as you explained them all.

“This is amethyst, which supports calmness; rids the mind of negative thoughts, and promotes dreamless and restful sleep.” You explained, causing Remus to nod his head. That could be helpful.“This is obsidian which helps one process their emotions.” That one earned a snort of laughter from Sirius. “Jasper is supposed to provide support during stressful times. This is moonstone which...well...I suppose that’s self-explanatory.”

Remus hummed but couldn’t help but notice you failed to discuss the last stone sitting in his palm. He wasn’t going to push it, however.

“And the pink one?” Sirius asked sharing no such qualms, lips quirked in a smirk and eyes full of mirth.

You cleared your throat awkwardly, clearly feeling slightly self-conscious, but explained it nonetheless. “Rose quartz to encourage love and trust.”

Remus would usually consider himself a generally skeptical person: but you may have just converted him.

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cyripticchronicler · 5 months

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Ink and Destiny - Part 2

The long-awaited date with James arrives, and you see him in a new light. But wouldn't it be crazy, to fall for your soulmate?

Masterlist

Part one Part Three Part Four

Warnings: Kissing, swearing, I think that's it if not lmk :)

A/N: Thank you for requesting a part two @lilianelena39I appreciate it sm!!

It seems as if Saturday was never going to come. Which was both a blessing and torture. You were excited to finally get to know your soulmate. But James Potter? The boy who’s been pining after Lily for years? Not to mention all the cruel pranks he’s played on people around school. So, obviously, you were a little hesitant to get to know him.

You’ve been talking all week, never in person but rather on your skin. You’ve pointedly ignored his flirty comments whilst he pointedly ignored all my snarky comments.

But alas, Saturday arrived. It took everything in you to get up and ready, already dreading the day ahead. But you still promised to go on that date, and you weren't going to let your crippling disgust of awkward first dates and small talk ruin your chances of getting to know your soulmate.

So here you were, dressed in your prettiest dress as you made your way towards the lake. The sun's heat grounds you and you push your nerves to the side, taking in the shimmering lake instead.

James told you to bring nothing, insisting that he’ll handle everything instead. You were flattered but now your hands are empty and you don’t know what to do with them.

He’s not even here yet. Relax.

You made sure you got here earlier so you could mentally prepare yourself. But the extra time did nothing for you when you spot James making his way towards you, grinning devilishly, picnic basket in one hand and a wrapped gift in the other.

You smile tightly as he stops in front of you and he gives you a knowing smirk, “Miss me?” He asks and you scoff.

“Need any help?” You ignore him, gesturing to the basket in his hand.

He shakes his head, “No thank you, Love. Let’s move up the lake a bit.” You nod, walking beside him. The silence is awkward- for you at least- so you quickly come up with something to say.

“How was your day?” You ask, eyes looking everywhere but him.

“Better now that you’re here,” He grins, sending you a playful wink. You roll your eyes, stopping underneath a big tree. James deems the spot good enough and he gently places the wrapped gift and basket down.

He pulls out a blanket and sets it down on the grass. He sits and you follow suit, making sure to keep a good distance between the two of you.

“If a bird shits on me I’m blaming you,” You blurt, immediately wincing. Who says that?

James just laughs, eyes playful, “I’ll try to keep the birds away from you then.” Your cheeks flush making his grin widen.

He starts pulling everything out of the basket and you take notice of the way he brought all of your favourite food.

Noticing your confused stare, his cheeks flush a deep red. “I may have asked Alice what food you liked.” He mutters sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You melt, “That's very thoughtful. Thank you, James.” He blushes more and you have to bite back a smile. “How’s Quidditch going?” You ask, deciding to change the subject before James burns from embarrassment.

He perks up immediately, “Really good, actually, we’ve started practising-” You try hard, really hard to focus on what he’s saying but the way he’s sitting, and the way he looks at you makes it hard to focus.

You’re not sure what’s gotten into you. Just yesterday you were thinking about how much you don’t like him.

“-listening?” You jump as you realise he just asked you a question.

“Hm?” You flush, trying to act as if you werent checking him out. James sends you a knowing smile, “I asked if you wanted some butterbeer. You seem distracted, what’s on your mind?”

You flush, “Y-yes, please. I‘m not distracted.”

He hums like he knows you’re lying, “Cracker?” You nod. “Do you have any plans for Christmas ?”

“No,” You respond, “My parents are travelling so they won’t be home for Christmas. Do you?”

You munch on food as he responds, “Sirius is coming home with me for Christmas but I’ll make sure to send you letters so you don’t miss me too much,” He winks and you scoff, “I won’t miss you at all, James Potter.”

He leans in closer, “Just you wait.”

You don’t miss the way he looks at your lips, and you’re sure he doesn't miss the way you stare back at him.

Clearing your throat, you attempt to deflect, “So you’re finally over Lily?” James freezes, finally looking back at you.

“I was barely into her,” He responds cautiously like he doesn’t know where this conversation is going to go.

“Ask anyone in the school and they’d say that’s a lie,” You respond, chewing on a grape nervously.

“Well, it’s not. I promise you,” When you don’t respond he sighs, “I got you a gift.” You perk up slightly, tracking his movements as he pushes the gift towards you.

“I didn’t get you anything,” You say guiltily and he smirks in response, “That's the point.”

You roll your eyes, muttering a ‘thank you’ before ripping open the present. You gasp at the contents. “How did you know this was my favourite book?” You question, eagerly inspecting the frayed book. “And it’s signed?!” You screech.

James laughs gently, “I have my ways. So, do you like it?”

“Do I like it? James this is amazing thank you,” You don’t think to question your actions as you fling your arms around his neck, causing him to fall forward as you pull him closer. His laugh is like honey as he returns the hug, cheeks flushed slightly.

“I’m glad you like it. Maybe you could read it to me sometime? On our second date.” He pulls away slightly, hands holding himself up beside your head.

“Our second date, Huh?” You grip his wrist gently, running your hand up his arm.

“Yeah. The date where I prove to you that I have no feelings for Lily and where you read to me.”

“You know just because we’re soulmates doesn't mean we have to be together,” You’re not sure why you say it but you do. James' eyes soften like he can see in between the lines. “I’m not doing this because you’re my soulmate, I’m doing this because I like you.”

You suck in a deep breath, “Oh.”

He smiles in return, “Yeah, Oh.”

You act on impulse, pushing yourself up slightly to plant a quick peck on his lips. His grin widens and your cheeks explode.

His eyebrows raise smugly, “So is that a yes to the second date?”

You nod shyly and he giggles- like actually giggles- and shoves his head in the crook of your neck. “It’s going to be the best second date you’ve ever been on,” He mutters against your skin

You find yourself growing excited at the thought of a second date with James, and you bite your lip to stop your smile from growing.

“I can’t wait,” You whisper.

“Me too,” He whispers back.

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wormdebut · 5 months

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13 for the wrapped game, also, you're wonderful and talented. as if spotify wrapped itself wasn't already great, now we get new worm words from it, hell Y E A H

Oh BOY LEX. Do I have a MESS of a Blurb for YOU. #13 on my Spotify Wrapped is Barbie & Ken by Scene Queen and Set It Off. Enjoy whatever this is.

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"Eddie!" Chrissy squeals over the radio bluetooth and Eddie can't help the smile that break across his face.

"Hey Chris! How's my best girl?" Eddie hadn't seen his best friend in months. She had gone off to IU and Eddie had stayed in Chicago working on a tattoo apprenticeship.

They had both been so busy, Eddie with his work and Chrissy was busy with college and--well Chrissy had apparently went a gotten herself involved with a metal band? Eddie was very confused about the specifics, but he had finally gotten some time off and Chrissy's band had a gig in Indianapolis tonight so, they were making a vacation of it.

"I'm so excited you're coming tonight! The band is so excited to meet you! Even though they've seen pictures, they are convinced I made you up!" Chrissy giggles and Eddie laughs with her.

"Yeah, I'm sure they think I'm a garbage best friend, but I'm gonna be the loudest motherfucker there, I swear to god. First round after the shows on me!"

Chrissy keeps laughing. "I'm glad you said it, cause Stevie was already telling everybody that my imaginary best friend had the honors of first round anyway."

Chrissy had told Eddie about Stevie. Going on, and on about her. 'Stevie is a fucking musical genius.' 'You won't believe what Stevie came up with today.' 'God, I can't wait for you and Stevie to meet, you guys are gonna hit it off immediately.' He was glad that Chrissy had found a girlfriend, she deserves the best, but Eddie would have to lay it on think when he met this Stevie chick. Make sure that she takes care of his girl.

Chrissy was a raging lesbian and Eddie was Kinsey six gay, but they were platonic soulmates until death and Stevie is gonna have to know that Eddie will kill for Chrissy Cunningham.

The bar was fucking packed. Christ. Eddie should be jealous. Before he had started tattooing he had always wanted to play music, but, shit. He was just fucking proud of Chrissy.

After he had kicked back of few shots of whiskey he was able to push his way up to the front of the crowd just as the stage lights started going haywire. The crowd was yelling and Eddie lost his shit when Chrissy came strutting out in a hot pink skater dress and chunk black doc martens. Her hair was pulled into ridiculously perky pigtails. How this was going to be a metal performance Eddie was very unsure, but he was excited as fuck to see her in anyway.

"Hiya Indy!" Chrissy yells. Eddie yells back with the audience and Chrissy squeals in the mic when she sees Eddie cheering for her. "Hi Eds!" She runs up grabbing his hand and Eddie laughs, squeezing her hand quickly, before she pulls away. "I'm Chrissy Cunningham and me and my band Versailles are super excited to be back here. Well, without further ado my boys are gonna come out here and we'll get this party started huh?"

The crowd goes wild and Eddie watches as three men come running out. There's a drummer, a bassist, and a guitarist. Eddie is stoked as hell. Watching as Chrissy hypes up the band. He hears someone in the crowd yell "Where's Steve?"

Chirssy ears perk up. "Stevie? Oh I'm sure Stevie's around here somewhere let me just--" She pulls out a hot pink flip phone. Eddie lets out a loud laugh as he recognizes the damn thing as Chrissy's first phone, from seventh grade. His laughter is cut short as a dial tone starts playing over the speakers

It's a bit.

"Hi Stevie! I--I mean Ken…Um…Are you free right now? I have a song that I need you on. Like now?" Chrissy speaks into the microphone, and the crowd zeroes in on Chrissy as she 'calls' for Stevie. Eddie is so busy being impressed with his best friends stage presence he almost misses the smoke show that comes running out from stage right.

He's pretty sure he should pick his fucking jaw up from the floor. The man has on the tightest jeans Eddie has ever seen tucked into clunky combat boots, framing his ass…quite nicely. His hair is styled far too perfect for a metal show, but Eddie is not complaining. The kicker though, is the hot pink tactical vest he has on over his shirtless, very hairy--fuck--chest. Is this a concert or is this one of Eddie's fucked up sexual fantasies?

Eddie snaps his mouth shut, eyes wide as he stares at Chrissy and…Stevie.

Oh Shit.

Eddie watches as Stevie--Steve--the source of Eddie's very confused boner right now--whatever the hell his name is--pulls the flip phone out of her hand and leans into the mic.

They both smile right at Eddie. He swears he sees Chrissy wink.

"Let's Party."

Eddie is both entertained and internally tormented throughout the rest of the show. Chrissy knew exactly what she was doing, forgetting to mention that Stevie was a) A man and b) exactly Eddie's fucking type.

Eddie liked pretty boys, and apparently this pretty boy knew how to scream, which--that was--that was doing for Eddie.

Throughout the show Eddie picked up that Chrissy did a fair amount of clean vocals and Steve did a mix between cleans and screaming. Versailles as a whole was actually pretty good, but Eddie was going to have to apologize to Chrissy, because he only had eyes for Steve.

Should he be embarrassed for popping a boner at his apparently metalheaded best friends show? Probably, but--he was not. Steve was fucking hot.

He was also a fucking menace. He kept running up to Eddie, grabbing at his hands, leaning down to scream in his fucking face, and Chrissy, when she caught him doing it, just smirked.

Eddie was gonna kill her.

Eddie leaned against the bar, waiting as the crowd around Versailles died down and spread out. He caught Chrissy's eye as she hopped off the stage running up to Eddie at full speed. She jumped into his arms, "Eddieee!"

Eddie huffed out a laugh. "You have so much explaining to do." He whispered into her ear.

Chrissy just laughed as Eddie set her down, smiling from ear to ear. "Yeah, and I think you owe a pretty boy a drink."

#steddie #steddie blurb #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #wingwoman LEGEND chrissy #They fucknasty in the bathroom like an hour after this #worm brain #Worm Spotify Series #thefreakandthehair #steddie au #also the end word count for this was 1069 #😎

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lelengerine · 5 months

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hiii i love ur writing sm! i saw u had a drabble event and the bookstore and soulmate au caught my attention!🥹 i was wondering if u could write abt those two aus w lele or jaem 🥹…preferably lele since there’s a shortage of fics of him :<

a little comfort and hot cocoa

pairing | chenle x reader

genre | soulmate and bookstore au, lele calls you dummy (affectionately !!), no pronouns are explicitly used in this, lmk if there’s anything i missed!

wc | 0.9k

notes | i feel like this is one of the drabbles im really happy with (mainly because its lele and i absolutely adore my little gummy bear) thank u anon for the req and finally giving me the motivation to write about him !! i apologize for it being very overdue though, pls ACCEPT THIS AS MY OFFERING

this is part of my drabble req event here!

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a familiar jingle passes your ears as you push open the fogged-up glass door leading up to your neighborhood’s local bookstore – the scent of vanilla and cardamom wafting in the air. rows of slightly tattered bookshelves come into view, one that has you unknowingly smiling to yourself.

you’d often drop by when life was getting a little too hectic, finding solace in the comfort of the quaint bookstore. there, you’d be greeted by the warmest of smiles presented by the elderly couple who worked in the store as bookkeepers and knew you almost as if they were close relatives. there weren’t much customers during the day, so they let you stay as long as you pleased, even setting aside a cup of hot cocoa for you when the days got a little chilly.

the welcoming atmosphere almost allows you to completely forget the reason for your visit, only recalling you had just rushed out of an exam, already knowing in your heart that despite the countless hours you spent tirelessly studying your notes, you could have never prepared yourself for the items on the test.

whatever. that wasn’t the point right now.

you needed to stop thinking about it for a moment, just until the point came when you didn’t feel like bursting into tears at the mere mention of the topic. you come up to the counter with steadfast movements, yet you didn’t expect that someone else entirely was manning the register at this hour – then again you usually dropped by in the evening when it was just an hour into the afternoon at the moment.

“uh, you’ve been staring. are you alright?” the new staff member asks, a look of slight concern washing over his face at your blanked-out state. your line of sight eventually focuses on him, noting how he resembles a little pouty kitten, which only makes you want to ruffle his hair and even pinch his cheeks. yet, you soon realize his hand had been waving in front of you the entire time, silently calling your attention, and you snap out of your trance, wondering what got into you.

you weren’t one to space out in the first place. that was… well… a little odd.

“y-yeah, sorry. it’s just that i’m used to the elderly couple that usually takes the shifts in the evening.” you state, trying to downplay your frazzled expression by sparking up small talk.

his head tilts a little to the side, a purse on his lips remains for a moment before he decides to speak, “oh, you mean my grandparents?”

“they’re your grandparents…?” you sputter without much thinking, repeating the same information you were just told.

“that’s what i just said, dummy.” a chuckle emits out of the boy, and your cheeks grow hot from embarrassment. though it’s only been a couple of minutes since you’ve met him, and he’s already begun poking fun at you, his presence is something you’re immediately fond of. you’re comforted by it, reminding you of the cozy ambience that radiates off the bookstore itself.

there was no doubt he wasn’t related to the lovely elderly couple you often greeted during your visits because he was just as lovely.

“can’t someone make an honest mistake around here?” you huff softly, crossing your arms together as if you were offended by his words.

“i never said that!” he quickly responds, “i was just correcting you.” a teasing smile makes its way up his lips, eyes crinkling to make it seem as if he had whiskers – a kitten, you point out in your mind. “what’s your name anyways? by the way you talk, you seem like a regular around here.”

“i am, somewhat?” you answer back with the shrug of your shoulders, “i come here when i… feel like it.”

“well, if you need company… you can always look for me.” it was like he read your mind from your hesitance to answer his question alone. did that mean he wanted to spend time with you? surely no one would say something like that if they didn’t want to see you again, right? your heart starts going into overdrive at the thought, unable to understand the foreign, yet fluttery feeling in your stomach.

your gaze turns away from him in hopes of calming your poor heart, “i don’t even know your name.”

“chenle. zhong chenle.” even his stride remains confident, eyes still on you even though you’ve turned away from him. “that gives you no excuse to not come find me now, does it?”

“i suppose so… i’m y/n by the way.” you mumble out hesitantly, fumbling with your fingers, and he chuckles at the meekness you’re displaying in front of him. how endearing, he thinks.

“good. make sure you do that then.” chenle walks out of the counter, making his way towards you in light steps, and before you know it, he’s giving a gentle pat to your head. “i hear you like hot cocoa? i’ll prepare you a cup.” he bids before scurrying off to the back of the store, leaving you like a deer caught in headlights.

how did he know you enjoyed hot cocoa here? how much did he know? had he known who you were since the beginning?

albeit you’re now slightly embarrassed at the revelation, and yet the questions that pop up just as quickly as a system error in your laptop tingle your curiosity. maybe, just maybe, you have a new reason for coming back to frequent the local bookstore.

#lelengerine drabble event #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #chenle fluff #zhong chenle fluff #nct imagines #nct dream imagines #nct drabbles #nct dream drabbles

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bee-the-loser · 2 months

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₊ ⊹☼ #FAD6A5 Orange ☼⊹ ₊ ──────────────────── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─────────────────── ₊ ₊ ⊹☼ Pairing: Heeseung x reader ₊ ⊹☼ Synopsis: Your professor asks you to create a new selection of paintings based off what colours mean to you and how they are represented in your view. The first colour: orange ₊ ⊹☼ Genre: College au, soulmate au, artist reader, colourblind reader ₊ ⊹☼ Word count: 992 ₊ ⊹☼ Warnings: Small mention of hook-ups ₊ ⊹☼ A/N: Okay first proper chapter, working my way slowly into it ₊ ⊹☼ Previous ☼⊹ ₊ ₊ ⊹☼ Masterlist ☼⊹ ₊ ₊ ⊹☼ Next ☼⊹ ₊ ──────────────��───── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───────────────────

University was becoming more stressful with each project piling up creating what felt like a never ending list. You had been working on your most recent art piece, a collage which depicted smaller sketches from throughout your week now delicately inked onto canvas. The black dripping down and staining the path in its wake, creating strong themes of connection and bonds. It was one of your favourite works so far and you were pleased that your seat mate, Sunoo, seemed to agree with that fact as he had become incredibly interested in watching the way you left strokes with your brush.

Maybe, that’s why it felt even more shocking for your professor to ask you to stay after class finished, so he could give you some extra feedback.

“While I can see you’re a very talented artist y/n, you’re too linear and set in your ways. I want to see the passion and emotion flourish. Showcase your feelings and life onto the canvas and make something unique. I want to see you succeed and you can’t keep going forward like this. You know what though, I’ll set you an extra task, starting next week, I want you to create a small painting collection depicting individual colours and what they mean to you.”

“But Miss, I can’t-”

“I’m very much aware of your circumstances, however, that is why I feel this task is even more important. Yes, you don’t view the world the same way as everyone else. So what? I see how your classmates depict colours every day through the clothes they wear, the paints they use, the make-up they display. Hell, your seatmate Mr Kim has bright pink hair as way to express himself, but you don’t. I think that’s what makes it even more important to show how things appear to you. I’ll be waiting.”

After returning back to your dorm and greeting the roommates, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all. Sitting in front of your canvas didn’t seem to help as you had no idea where to start or even the tools to do. You had never bothered with colours in the past, so why start now? However, Miss Kang was leaving no room for argument, expecting to see the results in the near future.

That room started to feel suffocating and you just needed to be some place else, so as the light outside began to dim you made the trek up the stairs to the rooftop, where you sat down on the lone bench facing the rest of the city. You weren’t sure how long you had been up there when the door slammed open and a slightly tipsy boy stumbled out and plonked himself down next to you.

“Hi”, he said with this blinding and slightly wonky smile on his face.

You mumbled a “hi” back before facing back towards the cityscape where the sun had begone to set behind the buildings and bustling roads. You knew if you focused on his face for too long you would want to sketch it, he was that type of pretty and you couldn’t help sneaking a few peaks back as he rested his eyes for a moment.

You knew who he was, being a friend of Sunoo’s, as the two shared a lunch table often with their 5 other friends, all of who had managed to cause some sort of stir in the times they had been here.

Lee Heeseung.

He was a good guy from what the rumours said, although an unfortunate track records of hook ups alongside his fellow friends in their 3rd year. Maybe that’s why you decided to ask, because you were both so different in personality. Him being confident, courageous and just overall unafraid of being himself and what attention he may receive as a result, while you shied away and tried to fade into the background as much as possible. So with the previous conversation with your teacher on your mind, you asked him “what do the colours express to you?”

You didn’t really expect him to answer so let it hang in the air before turning back to the view.

He seemed to startle at the question like he hadn’t been expecting you to talk to him honestly, and took a moment to collect himself before pausing to think. Unexpectedly enough he did answer you though.

“I guess that depends on which one your talking about, take this sunset though. The soft orange that dominates the skies suggest to me an idea of adventures to come. That the day is coming to a close and the night will soon take over allowing both those that slumber and those that stay awake to each take refuge in the privacy of the night. It can be the warmth that comforts you in moments like these when you want to wrap up in bundles of sweaters and coats to go out with friends or the roar of a fire burning in your ears as you become pissed off.” He seemed to take a minute to breathe there after sharing before attempting to play it all off like a joke, “or you know an orange?”

It was only a few minutes at most, but it felt like something had shifted between the two of you, like you had seen something he wasn’t ready to share yet. You didn’t even know if he knew your name, yet a moment now tied you two together; both equally unsure and contemplating how to move further forwards.

In the end, you decided it best to leave him alone with his thoughts, retreating back down to your dorm, and once more staring at the blank canvas in front of you. This time though, the sparks of an ember were there and you painted long into the night before settling down to sleep as the sun rose and a vivid orange for new beginnings set the scene.

#bee's writing #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #enhypen au #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen angst #college au #enhypen fanfiction #kim sunoo #heeseung x reader #heeseung

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indecisivemuch · 1 year

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Time wasn't in our favor - Part 1

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Female!Reader

Summary: "Ooh, I can give you a mini tour of my New York city!" - What if...your soulmate is from another universe but you didn't know? Soulmate AU. Set during NWH, fluff.

Note: This will stray from NWH's main events since I needed to make it longer cause in the movie, they were only there for probably a few hours. Also, I just took 2 random elements as part of the cure, don't hold me responsible for that. Based on 'See you later' (ten years) by Jenna Raine.

Word count: 5k

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

"Damn, was I gone for years? Since when could you do magic?" Y/N jested as she walked through the portal that apparently Ned had conjured up. Her two friends smiled as they spotted the familiar glimmer in her eyes.

"Oh, you missed a lot," MJ commented, smiling sweetly at Y/N. "We all miss you a lot," she admitted. Ned nodded eagerly at this.

"Awe, MJ, I miss you guys too. It's boring not getting into trouble," Y/N half-hearted joke.

"Anyways, where am I? and where's Peter?" Y/N asked, observing the cozy living room she was in.

"You're at my grandma's house, and see...we don't know where he is, but since we managed to portal you here, we figure let's try to portal Peter here too,"

"I am so not used to this magic and portal talk," Y/N sighed. "But alright, let's do this."

Circling his fingers again, Ned muttered, "Find Peter Parker." The portal flickered but didn't open. With more determination, the boy repeated, "Find Peter Parker!"

This time, he successfully opened the portal. The three teens looked at the alley way presented in front of them. Stood afar was Peter Parker in his Spiderman suit.

"Peter! It's us! Come!" MJ yelled, watching as the boy confusingly turned around and looked at the portal. Y/N, however, wasn't convinced about the person despite her vast distance from the boy in spandex.

Even from afar, she could tell he was too tall.

"Strange question. Are you sure that's Peter and not someone clowning us?" Y/N muttered.

"Of course that's Peter, I doubt that there is another Peter Parker who is Spiderman," MJ responded before gesturing for Peter to come into the living room. The boy did as told, jogging towards the portal. Y/N watched as he grew taller and taller until MJ and Ned both scrunched their face in the same confused state Y/N was in.

That was the moment he took his mask off.

"Who the hell are you?" MJ accusingly pointed out, crossing her arms.

"I'm Peter Parker," the unbelievably attractive stranger repli-

wait, what - unbelievably attractive? Y/N snap out of it.

"That's not possible," MJ left no room for discussions.

"I'm Spiderman - in my world, but then yesterday I was...I-I was just here...String theory, multi-dimensional reality, and matter of displacement - all real?" Peter asked, looking at the portal with dorky amazement. The sight somehow made Y/N feel giggly.

And so she did - a chuckle left her mouth, drawing the stranger’s attention. As his gaze landed on her, Peter's lips parted a bit. Their eyes locked and something about this first moment seemed like it won't be the last. Those chocolate brown eyes, how could something hold such softness yet the same amount of pain? An overbearing feeling tingled every inch of Y/N's body as she froze in her spot.

His eyes were seemingly whispering to her, “have we met?” Something about him just pulled Y/N in.

"Yeah," MJ grunted skeptically.

"I knew it," he broke the eye contact, looking at MJ, while Y/N averted her gaze to her foot.

"Prove it," MJ quickly filled the silence.

"Prove what?"

"That you're Peter Parker."

"I don't carry an ID with me. It kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing," Peter spoke up. What surprised him, though, was how his eyes automatically trailed to the quiet one of the three teens. It was as if his body begged for a response from her. If he didn't know any better, he would say his mind was trying to impress her.

Just as a piece of Peter started reminding him of Gwen, it evaporated as he watched Y/N’s lips twitch into an amused smirk.

Taking advantage of his distracted state, MJ threw bread at him.

"Why did you do that?" Peter asked.

"I was trying to see if you have the tingle thing."

"I have the tingle thing, just not for bread- can you not throw the bread again? You're a deeply distrusting person and I respect it." he launched to the ceiling, hoping the girl would believe him. His eyes once again crawled back to Y/N. Peter grinned internally when he saw her eyebrows lift in silent approval.

"Crawl around," Peter looked back at MJ again upon hearing her demand.

"Crawl around?"

"Guys, let's not even start. We need to find the real Peter," Y/N interrupted, deciding to stop the quarrel that was wasting precious time.

"Ouch," the boy muttered, grinning at Y/N when they made eye contact again. She only shook her head lightly in a joking manner.

"Ned, do the magic thing again," Y/N said, standing back to let the boy get his focus.

"Find Peter Parker!" repeating the message three times, Ned managed to open a portal. However, instead of appearing in front of the teens, it opened from behind them.

"Great, it's just some random guy," Ned muttered.

"Hello," the middle age man greeted.

"You're Peter." Y/N stated, piecing the situation together.

"Yeah...Peter Parker. I've seen you three..." he looked at the previous Peter. "Wait...he's not your friend." Before the other three knew it, the two Peters started shooting webs at each other, grinning as if finding the situation amusing.

"Wait, so you're Spider man too?" Ned asked

"Yeah, and this might sound kinda weird, but I've been trying to find your friend ever since I got here...I just have this sense that he needs my help," " the oldest Peter replied.

"He does, but we don't know where he is and honestly...right now we're all he really has left." MJ spoke up.

"Is there someplace that he might go that has meaning to him? Like a place where he would go to-"

"Get away from everything?" the tallest Peter interrupted, a mutual understanding look flashed across both Spider-mans' faces.

"For me, it was the top of the Chrysler building,"

"Empire state. Better view..." the Peter who arrived first responded, eyes landing on Y/N, who was standing near him.

"Yes...yeah, I think I know exactly where that would be."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After convincing Peter to give the other two Spiderman a chance, the whole group snuck into a lab from Midtown High School. Y/N felt the tears threatening to spill again after being told about all the events that she has missed while being grounded at home. It was heartbreaking to hear how Aunt May had passed away. She was like Y/N's second mother.

"I'm so sorry Peter..." Y/N trailed off, sniffling slightly as she saw the evident pain in Peter's eyes.

"It's okay, we just need to create a cure for all of them, the last thing I wanted was for her to die in vain," Peter muttered.

"She definitely didn't die in vain. We can do this, Peter," Y/N said, hoping her words would ease the boy. It somewhat worked, as determination made its way on the boy's face.

"Right, so what should I help with? You guys all seem to know what you're doing."

"We all know you became smarter than me-"

"My life's achievement," Y/N jested, grinning as smiles grew around the room at her comment. But her gaze stuck on the tallest Peter, her heart ached over how gorgeous his smile was.

"So finding a cure would be a lot faster and frankly...I miss you a lot," Peter continued. His sentimental words made Y/N smile, feeling appreciated.

"Alright, let's do this," Peter 1, or this universe's Peter, spoke up, determined to dive back into work.

"I don't know who to help," Y/N whispered to MJ, who immediately smirked at the question.

"How about the one you were staring at?"

"I wasn't staring at him."

"So we know which Peter we're talking about huh?"

"I deducted and also, let's not talk about this because they all have super hearings," Y/N immediately spotted all of Peter's mouths quirking up from the corner, which caused her to roll her eyes playfully.

"Well, just help Peter 3, maybe get to know him and who knows," MJ suggested.

"Yeah yeah, alrighty," Y/N sarcastically concluded, but approaching Peter 3 nevertheless, pulling a chair with her.

"Hi," she plopped down, greeting the stranger who managed to colour her intrigued.

"Hello," Peter 3 greeted. He deliberately met eyes with her, knowing fully well that despite her words to MJ, they definitely held eye contact for longer than normal. Much to his enjoyment, a part of him felt immense guilt for even glancing at another girl who wasn't Gwen.

"Do you need help?" Y/N asked, holding that eye contact deliberately as well.

"Yeah, I just can't remember this one thing that I added back then, maybe you can figure it out?" Peter 3 gave her the note that he had written down. Y/N looked down on the paper.

"I don't think there's a Y/N in my world - at least, I didn't know her," Peter started, clearly trying to start a conversation.

"Well, there's a Peter in my world and he's really sweet. If other versions of himself are the same, I think they should grow on me just the same," Y/N grinned, skimming through the paper. As Peter was about to reply, Y/N spoke again.

"Four..." grabbing the pencil in his hand. Their hands grazed at this, distracting the boy.

"Hm?"

"It's supposed to be four, rather than three drops here to balance up with other chemicals. Also, I think you're missing either Pralidoxime or Sodium bicarbona-"

"That's it! Sodium bicarbonate - thank you so much," he jumped out of his seat for a second, giving her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen again for the second time.

"You're welcome..." Y/N trailed off again, watching as the boy eagerly worked on his cure. She couldn't get rid of the smile he just gave her, or the face of pure joy. It was cute how he jumped up like a little kid on Christmas day.

It was quick, but she noticed his glance at her covered wrist. Y/N looked down at it and gave a dry chuckle, "Do you guys have soulmates in your Universe?"

"Yeah, we do."

"Well, I just...gave up on it in a way. It feels weird for me to fall for somebody just because they're my soulmate. I want it to happen naturally. And if the concept is true then maybe when I fall for somebody, they would happen to also be my soulmate," Y/N explained, even though she realized she didn't have to. Somehow she felt the need to justify herself to the boy.

"Hey. No, no, no, no. Look at me. I'm here." Y/N glanced at Peter and MJ. The two were clearly sharing an intimate moment. Despite being around the couple all the time, Y/N couldn't help but feel sour at the scene.

"I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna get through this. We're gonna get through it together." MJ concluded. "Okay?" MJ asked, to which Peter nodded.

She glanced down at the covered tattoo again and sighed quietly. Deciding it wasn't worth it to be gloomy, she looked back at Peter 3 again. However, she spotted the look of wanting and guilt on his face.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Gwen...she was my soulmate, and losing her broke me. I never thought I could feel such pain. Especially being Spiderman, I was prone to injuries. This was unhealable," Peter 3 gulped, his voice breaking.

Y/N had seen people who she loved sad before. She would try to cheer them up. However, seeing this Peter in pain made her want to rip the world apart for causing such a feeling for the boy. The sight brought searing displeasure to her. It was heartbreaking for Y/N to know what he had been through. It made her want to do anything for him to never feel such emotions again. She wanted to bring the pain, sorrow, guilt and bitterness away.

"I'm so sorry..."Y/N muttered, though her mind was more overwhelmed by this unfamiliar feeling of protectiveness.

Peter 3 couldn't look at Y/N this time. His head reminding that this would be disloyalty.

"I'm sure she would be proud of you for everything..." Y/N muttered, trying to comfort the boy.

Just then, the substance Peter was whisking turned a slight shade of green, indicating that it was done.

"Looks like we're finished," Peter half grinned at the cure.

"You finished? That's good then, we're also almost done," Peter 1 spoke up, peering at the cure with intrigued eyes, clearly impressed.

"Gosh, I'm so hungry," Ned muttered. MJ muttered something along the same line, letting out a sigh in the process.

"I can get us all something, yeah?" Y/N asked, though her voice came through as a stern motherly statement. The girl grabbed her jacket, and jogging to the door.

"Wait, I'll come with," Y/N looked at Peter 3, who ran after her.

"Ooh, I can give you a mini tour of my New York city!" Y/N said.

"Also, you do realize people might see your Spidey suit under that lab coat, right?" Y/N questioned, hand holding the door knob.

"Wait, you can borrow some of my clothes," Peter 1 suggested, nudging Ned to open a portal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sight was one of a kind - Peter 3 in Peter 1's clothing. They were a few sizes smaller, so the view caused the girl to giggle when she initially saw it. To be entirely real, she had not stopped giggling since then.

"I'm so sorry, it's just...you're a lot taller," the girl gasped between giggles, watching as Peter 3 rolled his eyes playfully.

"Never would I imagine myself getting bullied because of my height," the boy commented.

"Well, there's a first for everything, isn't there?" as the words left her mouth, the two arrived at their destination.

"Welcome to Richard’s, only the best sandwich shop in New York City!" Y/N dramatically introduced.

"Wait - this is your favorite spot?" Peter 3 asked. He opened the door and gestured for her to walk in first, to which Y/N obliged.

"Yeah, I can literally go here every day."

"This is my favorite spot as well!"

"No way! The Peter here keeps insisting Delmar is the best, but I beg to differ. Nothing can top Richard’s," the girl was glad to know that another version of Peter agreed with her.

"Y/N! It's been quite some time, how are you?" the shop owner asked, the sympathetic smile on his face clearly indicating his awareness of Y/N's situation.

"I've been better," the girl replied honestly.

"Anyways, what do you want to order?" she asked Peter, watching as he peered at the menu that was exactly the same as his universe.

"I'll have a meatball sandwich, but without pickles, please, and extra cheese," the boy ordered, watching as Richard chuckled at this.

"Oh, are you ordering a 'Y/N's'?"

"A 'Y/N's'?" Peter peered at the girl, who still wore an amazed look on her face.

"Yeah, she's been ordering that for like three years already, we decided to name it after her."

Peter looked down at the girl, "You're telling me that's your favorite?" As a response, Y/N nodded slowly, copying the smile growing on the boy's face.

"No way, this is unbelievable. I always order that!" Peter chuckled.

"Well, make that two 'Y/N's sandwiches', two ham and egg, and two grilled chicken. Thank you!" Y/N paid for the purchase, quickly rushing Peter to one of the tables.

"My Richard’s didn't name it after me though, the decency," he huffed, grinning as Y/N laughed at this.

"Ah, but I personally think 'Y/N's sandwich' sounds better than 'Peter's sandwich' though," the girl teased, immediately giggling when Peter's mouth dropped in a feigned offended look.

"Damn, I never knew you were so mean."

"I bet the me in your universe is even feistier."

"Yeah...I think it would have been fun to know you in my world..." Peter trailed off, a faraway look on his face when he looked at the girl. He imagined the things they would have done together if he had known her. He thought of how good friends they would have been, especially with how well they were clicking now.

"I'm sure she would have bossed you around, and I would be sure damn proud," Y/N beamed, standing up when she saw Richard finishing up her order and putting it on the counter. Peter stood up as well, waiting for the girl to return with the food.

He often found himself in moments like these lately: what could have been and what ifs.

How have I not met her before? - Peter wondered.

"Well, let's head back now. I'm sure the others are dying of starvation," Y/N over-exaggerated, dramatically pretending to faint, which abrupted a laugh from Peter.

"Besides, we can't deprive them of such good sandwiches," the girl muttered, skipping a few steps ahead before slowing down to walk beside Peter again. The boy quickly laced his fingers between hers and the plastic bag, trying to untangle it from her hand.

"It's fine, I can carry it," the girl responded, but the bag slipped out of her hand and into his, nevertheless. "Hey! It's fine. I insist," the boy spoke up, watching as a look of appreciation beamed on her face.

The two walked across a field of green grass, and a small chuckle emitted from Y/N.

"Ooh, dandelions," she pointed. Indeed, there were plenty of dandelions on the small field they were walking past. Deciding to take a break from saving the world, Y/N walked towards it and casually plucked one from the field, showing Peter the little plant in her hand. It was surprising how Y/N could see the dandelions despite how dark it was.

"Wanna make a wish?" Y/N asked.

"I think you should make it though, you're the one who found it," Peter 3 replied, switching the bag to his other hand.

Silence engulfed them for a second as Y/N looked at the dandelion intently. The boy could not help but admire her at that moment: how cute she looked while in deep thinking.

Y/N glanced back up at him, "I think you might need it more than I do."

Doing what she did previously, Peter 3 stared at her for a bit in silence, mirroring the intense look. Y/N was under the street light, making her illuminate like an angel gracing her presence on Earth.

"Okay...I'll make a wish," Y/N grinned at the reply, watching as the boy took a step closing to her and into the same light she was standing under. He peered down at her. The height difference caused for her to look up at him. Peter closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows, clearly taking this silly thing very seriously. Meanwhile, Y/N couldn't take her eyes off the boy. It was too soon to say, but she could see herself falling for him. Yet once again, her heart ached, knowing that he once had a soulmate, who he did love a lot and lost. She also knew she was falling for 'impossibility' because, in the end, he would have to leave.

Y/N snapped out of her trance as Peter blew on the dandelion, setting free the little mini dandelion flying.

"Now let's hope it comes true," something about the way he gazed into her eyes seemed so genuine and meaningful, yet Y/N couldn't understand why.

Suddenly, the wind gushed. The black bandana that was once wrapped around Y/N wrist somehow flung open and flew with the wind, causing the girl to gasp and attempt to chase after it. Just seconds after, however, she realized that her item was gone for good, Y/N sighed in disappointment.

Peter, who was behind her, peered at her tattoo.

"A spider, huh?"

"Yeah, he's probably an arachnologist or something," Y/N sighed.

"It's kind of a big coincident though, you being friends with Spiderman and then having a spider tattoo for a soulmate."

"Well, Peter's soulmate is MJ so...here we are," Peter had sensed bitterness in her words.

The boy pushed the guilt away as he stepped closer to her. His fingers delicately touched the tattoo, as if scared that if he held her wrist a little too hard, he would break her. Y/N shivered at this. Partially because this was the first time somebody else touched her soul mark. While, the other reason was unknown to her. Something about his touch affected her in a way nobody had done before.

Sparks.

"...Were you in love with him?" Peter asked quietly, watching as her shoulders tensed. Silence, once again, took over the conversation. Unlike before, it wasn't lighthearted. The atmosphere was tense and strained.

"I was in love with the idea of who I thought he was."

Peter was finally able to put the pieces together and understood the reason why Y/N disliked the concept so much.

"Anyway, uhm - what about you? What is your tattoo?" Y/N tried to divert the subject to Peter instead, wishing to keep the memories of her heartbreak forever buried. She pulled her wrist from his hands.

"I got a spider web," Peter informed, following Y/N as she started walking out of the field. The two headed back to the lab again.

"It faded to gray when she died," Peter muttered.

"You know 60% of our conversation is so gloomy," Y/N tried to break the tension. "Maybe we should talk about something else! What do you like? What's your hobby?"

"Skating and photography."

"No way! I love photography. Never tried skating though, pretty sure I would fall flat on my face," the girl grimaced at the thought, which caused Peter to laugh.

"Wait! Oh. My. Gosh! Do you have this ice cream store in your universe?? Please say you do, or else you're missing out so much," Y/N rambled upon spotting her favorite ice cream truck.

"We actually don't," Peter replied, staring at the subject of the conversation.

"I can't believe you've never had the chance to try this before. Clearly, my New York is superior. You know what? My treat - even though the others are waiting. It'll just take five minutes," the girl rambled again, dragging the boy with her.

What she didn't notice though, was the look of sheer admiration on Peter's face as she held his wrist, pulling him to the truck.

"What flavour do you want?" Y/N asked, already having a flavour for herself in mind.

"How about you choose?" Peter answered, though this choice was intentional. The boy was testing something.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, Sam, can I have two cups of cookies and cream? Thank you."

"No way," Peter immediately chuckled at her order.

"What?"

"That's my favourite ice cream flavour."

"It's mine as well..." the girl trailed off, disbelieving the amount of similarities between the two of them.

"Here you go, Y/N," Sam, the ice cream truck's owner gave them the ice cream as Y/N paid.

For a second, the moment was too nostalgic for Peter. It reminded him of the night he had ice cream with Gwen. Except this time, it was in another universe. Strangely enough, the moment felt different and...right.

"Talking about photography, what's your type? Like portrait? Or wildlife...?" Y/N asked, munching on the ice cream eagerly.

"Definitely portrait, especially natural moments and interactions between peopl-" Peter halted, his eyes lighting up.

"This is...amazing," he gestured to the ice cream. Y/N lit up at this.

"I KNOW! And yes, I love to capture interactions as well. There's something so pure and beautiful about it..." she trailed off, noticing how Peter was staring at her.

"What?"

"No no. Nothing, carry on."

"As I was saying, I love photography. Photos in general, since I rely heavily on them to recall lovely moments, because they never seem to fade...unlike my memory."

Peter laughed in amusement at the girl's words. The moment caused for the girl to halt for a second. If only she had her camera at that second, because the sight was heavenly for her.

"Surely your memory is not that bad," Peter tried to defend her.

"Don't ask me what I had for dinner last night, cause I genuinely can't remember," Peter laughed again at this. Y/N bit her lips as warmth spread through her heart. The desire to have a camera at that moment grew larger than before.

"If I'm not wrong, there's a photo booth around here," Peter spoke up, snapping the girl out of her trace. It was as if he had read her mind.

Peter picked up his pace. Y/N quickly matched his speed.

"Nice, it's also here in your universe," Peter breathed out, looking at the familiar sight.

Peter dug through the tiny jacket that belonged to Peter 1. He let out a chuckle and showed her the coins.

"Wow, stealing money, huh?" Y/N teased as Peter lifted the curtain for her to walk in.

"How could I be stealing from myself? Peter replied cheekily, grinning as the girl rolled her eyes.

"Ready?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Which one do you like more?" Peter 3 asked, each hand holding a set of photos that they took from the booth.

"This one, but they're both cute," Y/N looked at each photo individually. She giggled at the one they did Spiderman's hand pose.

"Say...have you ever been to the top of the Empire State Building?" Peter asked, catching Y/N off-guard.

"No...why?" the girl asked, feeling unease if this was a suggestion as to where she thought this was going.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YOU HAVE TO WARN ME NEXT TIME," Y/N whisper-yelled as her foot settled down on top of the Empire State Building.

"I think I almost had a heart attack," Y/N muttered to herself, trying to get her heartbeat back to normal.

Clearly, someday I'll have a heart attack because of Peter - no matter which version from which universe. - The girl grumbled at this thought.

"And also people might see you and think that there's a second Spiderman or something. Then they might come after you. I don't want you going through what Peter 1 is going through. It's horrible," Peter simply stared at her. His eyes softened as he realized that she cared.

"Also I don't get how you do that everyday, just swinging in the air," Y/N finally looked at the boy, partially trying to break the soft moment with a joke. Unlike before, she did catch the deep gaze he was giving her.

"Peter?"

"Hm?"

"You okay?"

"...Yeah," for once he was being honest with the question.

The boy approached her, hands smoothing down her hair that was in multiple directions due to the wind while swinging up here.

"Thanks," the girl smiled at him. Her eyes were then averted to the scenery behind him.

"Woah. This is wicked cool!" she ran to the edge, staring at the view doe-eyed.

"In my universe, this would be the place I'd go to every time everything gets too much," Y/N let the word sunk in, remembering him briefly mentioning this before.

"Thank you for sharing this to me, Peter."

The two stared at each other. Both had the same thoughts in their minds. Just being with one another had healed their wounds, even if it was temporary.

"I completely forgot, we need to head back," Y/N reminded, watching as Peter's face dropped at her words.

"Right, can't let the others starve, can we?" Peter quoted. As a reaction, Y/N gave him a wide smile, but she didn't reply yet. A part of her wanted to embrace this good moment. It had been a while since she had this much fun. It was almost as if Peter had become the light in this little darkness of hers.

"Let's go, Spidey."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As much as Y/N disliked the idea, it was the fastest way back to the lab. So here she was, screaming again at the top of her lungs as Peter had his hand wrapped around her, while she clung onto him like a koala, swinging through Queens.

"Yeah no, we're never doing that again," Y/N muttered as she unwrapped herself from the tall boy. She couldn't fathom how MJ managed it, being the more frequent passenger to the swings.

As they were about to start walking, a kid skated right at the two, almost knocking over Y/N. Luckily, Peter had his spider senses, which automatically made the boy wrap his hand around Y/N's waist and pull her towards him to prevent the accident from happening.

There it was again. Those damn sparks that made Y/N's heart flutter.

Peter gulped at the familiar feeling.

"Guess a superhero never stops working, huh?" the girl jested, soon realizing his hand was still around her.

"I guess not..." he trailed off, seemingly looking down at her lips before flicking his eyes back on hers again. It was too quick that Y/N thought her eyes were lying to her.

There was no way he did that. - her mind tried to replay the moment while keeping itself calm.

"Do you see now why I don't like skateboards? They're out for me!" Y/N joked.

"Oh come on, they're not that bad. Some people are just reckless."

"Yeah yeah, I can't risk breaking any body parts anyway."

"I promise it's not that bad, Y/N. How about I teach you?"

The words left his mouth before Peter had thought it through. Both of them froze at his words. His eyes flickered elsewhere.

"Right..." he trailed off.

She's never dreamt of anybody like him. If she thought that Peter 1 was the one she clicked with the fastest, then Peter 3 was out of this world. They complimented each other so well. So a part of her easily understood how he had forgotten about the fact they were from different worlds. Y/N thought of how similar they are with stars to the night sky. From the perspective of others, the two seemed close. From their perspectives, they were light years away.

"Hey, under different circumstances, I would absolutely let you teach me, Peter," Y/N tugged on his arm, making him look at her.

"Now, stop being sad, we've done enough of those already, Parker. Let's go."

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Thank you for reading Part 1!

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

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Your Name

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader (part 2)

(part 1)

Soulmate.

Such a fascinating concept. One would be lucky to find the other half of their soul, their mate. That one person who completes you, makes you feel whole again.

Even if you might've never known that you could ever feel in such a way.

***

"Mom! Have you seen my other shoe? I can't find it anywhere!" (Y/n) called out, crouching down and looking around for her missing shoe.

"Have you tried looking on the drawers?"

"Of course I have! It's not anywhere!" The girl slumped. "I can't believe I managed to loose my shoe! I've officially got the worst luck ever."

"Oh quit your sulking." Her mother said as she entered the hallway and walked over to her daughter. "I'll find that shoe of yours."

"It's pointless mom! I've literally looked everywhere and there's absolutely no sign of my other-"

"Found it."

The awestruck girl looked at her mother as if she'd just done the most mind-blowing magic trick of all time. "What? How?"

Handing her the other shoe (Y/n)'s mother patted her daughter on the back. "Not important, now get a move on kiddo! You don't want to be late for school now, do you?"

Wiping the disbelief off her features, the (h/c) haired girl took the shoe and put it on, tying the laces into a neat knot.

"Bag? Check. ~ Uniform? Check. ~ Awesome attitude? Double check. M'all ready to go!" She smiled before giving her mom a quick hug goodbye.

"Bye mom! I'll see you after school!"

***

Emeny.

A person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something. Most would consider themselves lucky not to have an encounter with such a person.

However.

Although a few. There are certain exceptions who'd be thrilled to meet that exact person.

***

With her hand tightly holding the strap of her bag, the girl made her way towards her new school.

UA High.

The school for the best of the best. The best school in Japan for any and all who sought a career in the hero business. Be it as a support item designer or a hero, UA was the best place for the job!

After all.. The top heroes had graduated there, so it only made sense that it was the best.

I can't believe I'm actually attending UA! This is so cool! Maybe I'll get to meet some Pro-Heros while on campus. ~ Wasn't there a rumor about All Might teaching here?

That would be so coo-

Slam!

Thanks to her daydreaming and not paying enough attention to her surroundings, the young girl walked right into something, or rather, someone.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!-" She immediately apologized, embarrassment seeping into her with each passing second as she glanced at the tall blonde in front of get.

Sweet mother of cheese, is this guy real?

Right in front of her was standing a tall, broad guy who by her standards, looked like someone out of a teen magazine. She felt the heat rising to her cheecks as she realized that she was still pressed against his chest.

Am I dreaming or is that a six pack?-

Shooing those thoughts out of her head she immediately backed up.

Good lord he was hot.

"Are you blind or something? Can't you fucking see where you're going?" His gruff and extremely abrasive voice sounded.

So much for being hot.-

Upon further inspection the boy appeared to be around her age and absolutely pissed.

With a scowl matching the boy's one, (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest. Tilting her head up, she glared back at him.

"Rude much." She spat, a strong distaste coating her words.

So what if she found him attractive? That was no way to speak to someone you just met! Even if they'd just bumped into you.

"I already said I'm sorry! What else do you want me to say? ~ Perhaps a written apology? Would that suit your needs?"

"Oi, are you mocking me?!" The blonde shot back as a set of tiny explosions ignited in his hand.

Must be his quirk.

"And what if I am?" She said under her breath. "Mr. Blasty Mc-splody." The nickname rolled off her tounge with such ease she almost didn't realize she'd said it.

At that nickname, the already irritated blonde was now fuming with rage. Who did this girl think she was? Talking to him like that! He ought'a show her who's boss.

"You wanna say that again, you extra?" The boy growled, his words laced with venom.

"Oh, I dunno." Replied (Y/n), giving him a nonchalant shrug of the shoulders. "Look. I'd love to stay and chat but- I've got places to be, people to meet. ~ So, y'know."

The girl further emphasized her words with a quick shoulder raze and a simultaneous side-tilt of her head.

"See ya!" She waved, before walking around the awestruck blonde and continuing on her merry way.

What the fuck just happened?

***

"UA at last!" (Y/n) sighed as she looked up at the large school building. "I still can't actually believe I made it here!"

The school was big, almost too big for her liking. There were so many different corridors and areas, one might get lost trying to navigate them! It was a pure miracle that (Y/n) didn't loose her way on her little quest to find class 1-A's homeroom.

Once she finally did though, she was immediately met with the colossal door in front of her classroom.

Woah.

Taking in a deep breath, the girl stepped trough the door and into the classroom. There weren't too many students inside giving the girl just about enough seating spots to choose from. Opting for a spot near the window she placed her backpack onto the desk.

"Hi there!" A voice from behind called out to her, causing the young student to quickly turn around and face whoever had approached her.

A girl with short pink hair and matching pink skin was smiling widely at her.

"Oh, hello." (Y/n) replied, sounding a bit more nervous than she intended to.

"I'm Mina Ashido! It's nice to meet'cha!"

Seeing the cheerful girl (Y/n) couldn't help but smile back. "Nice to meet you too. I'm (L/n) (Y/n)."

"So what school are you from (L/n)?" The pink-toned girl asked, leaning on the desk.

"Oh, I'm from Yokosuka Junior High." She answered before shooting the girl with a question of her own. "And you?"

"Mustafa Private Middle School." The pink skinned girl replied.

For the next few minutes Mina and (Y/n) conversed on various topics. From their middle school years to their future plans and aspirations. The two girls really hit it off.

But all good things must come to an end.

And so (Y/n)'s carefree conversation was interrupted from the abrupt commotion coming from the desk behind her.

"You cannot sit in such a manner! You are disrespecting the school with your behavior! You are at UA, show some respect!" The stern voice caught (Y/n)'s attention.

But what really had her head turning was the painstakingly familiar, gruff voice that followed.

"Did they shove a stick up your ass? Or were you just born with it?"

Oh you've gotta be kidding me-

(Y/n) simply couldn't believe her luck. Out of all the people that could be in her class why did it have to be that hot arrogant guy she stumbled upon on her way to school?

For a split second the two locked eyes with one another. Vermillion orbs meeting (e/c) ones. In that moment, the girl felt an odd sensation in her wrist. It was as if a sudden source of heat had been brought right up to it causing the flesh to warm up.

That was.. odd, to say the least.

Noticing that the blonde's attention was no longer situated on him, the blue haired male glanced over to what, or in this case who, had managed to steal his attention away from the clearly extremely important lecture, young Tenya was giving to this brash boy who was now his classmate.

He did not recognize the girl, leasing him to the clear assumption that she must be from another school. And if that was the case he must do the proper thing in this situation and introduce himself to her.

"You there!" The boy said gesturing to the startalled female.

"Me?"

"Indeed. I apologize, I haven't introduced myself yet. ~ I'm Tenya Iida, from Somei Private Academy." He finished.

"O-Oh, I'm (L/n) (Y/n).. From Yokosuka Junior High." (L/n) answered. "It's nice to meet you."

Well this guy's attention sure did a full 180! Wasn't he busy lecturing to Blasty over there just a minute ago?

"The pleasure is all mine." He answered, however his words fell on deaf ears as young (L/n) was far too occupied with trying to ignore the ruby eyes boaring holes into the side of her head.

If looks could kill she was sure she'd be a gonner.

It took her all the strength she could muster to simply not look back at the blonde.

Lucky for her however, their teacher soon came to the rescue and pried the blonde's eyes off her. Thank you Erasure Head!

"Settle down class.." The way too tiered-looking man began. His whole demeanor really did fit the whole "I don't get payed enough for this" trope. Disheveled and unkept look, tiered eyes, he looked like everything except what you'd normally expect a proper teacher to look like.

"Since most of you don't know each other we can start off by introducing yourselves to the rest of your classmates."

The air was silent for a moment as everyone looked at one another, waiting to see if anyone was good Ng to step up and be the first to break this deafening silence.

Not waisting any more time Aizawa gestured to a green green haired boy. "Go on." He began, gesturing to the boy with his hand, giving him the que to start with his introduction.

The next few minutes were filled spent with students telling the others their names and a few interesting things about themselves. Just as (Y/n) had expected.

Well...

That was until his turn came.

In all honesty she hadn't expected to find him so quickly. She was sure that it was going Ng to take quite a long time, perhaps even a lifetime till she found him.a

She saw it as quite astonishing if she were to be completely honest.

And.. slightly saddening at the same time. Or perhaps disappointing would be a better a better fit?

"The name's Bakugou Katsuki."

***

The name your get on your hand belongs to either your soulmate..

Or your mortal enemy.

There's a fifty percent chance that a person gets either choice which at first doesn't seem like such a bad deal.

And perhaps it isn't? Who wouldn't be happy that it isn't a lower percentage?

The only thing that would make it better would be for there to exist a simple and easy way to determine which one you've got, instead of leaving it up to your own judgement of that person.

So then..

What does that leave me at?

A game of soulmate or not?

Author Note:

Thank you all for the support on the first chapter! You can also find this story on Ao3 under the same title. My account is IAintSunny.

This will be a multiple part story and I hope to see you all in the next chapter of Your Name!

(part 3)

Requested tag: @shininjjongg

#bnha bakugou #mha #mha bakugou #bnha #romance #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #fandom ships #bakugou x reader #x reader #fem reader #reader #ochako uraraka #izuku midorya #ao3 author #ao3 update #find me on ao3

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finalfrontierpublishing · 1 year

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Hello! I hope your day/night is going well! I just wanted to ask if you had a list of links of all the 00Q fics you've made into a book? Specifically, the latest one with All In Green? (I looked for it on AO3 and saw it's only 15k+ words, so I wasn't sure if I was missing the rest of it or if there are other works included?) It's just I read Oh Mercy, I Implore because I saw your book version and it was seriously one of the best fics I've read so I'm super keen to see what else you have on your rec list for my hungry 00Q heart 🥹

FIC REC TIME!

Oh boy - thank you so much for your ask! It kind of made me look through my entire list of favourite 00q fics - let me start first by sharing some of the authors I love. it's obviously not an exhaustive list - but i hope it helps you some:

some great writers that i am huge fans of:

dhampir72 @dhampir72 skylights @frijae blackidyll @blackidyll winterhill magneticwave cicer @cicerfics thestalwartheart @thestalwartheart girlbookwrm @girlbookwrm dr_girlfriend @drgrlfriend by_oaks_and_roses @byoaksandroses sleeponrooftops @sleeponrooftops

will strongly recommend everything on these authors' backlists!

other than what i've publicly mentioned i've bound, here are some of my favourites which include:

this city, oh how it sings - skylights

Q allows himself the indulgence of a smile and the next taxi that idles up to them, he flags down. “Peak Road,” he tells the driver. To Bond, “Get in.” This is Hong Kong, and they’re here to kill a man.

this fic is so atmospheric to me as a member of the Asian diaspora and i love it so much.

2. Requiem for the Deathless - nagapdragon

It's MI6's best kept secret, the reason why the Double-0s never seem to die. An enchanted pot of ink that ties one person's life to another, keeping one safe so long as the other survives. One person to protect, the most trusted person in a Double-0's life, and they cannot die. James Bond doesn't know who his is, and he doesn't want to know.

this fic feels like a cool take on a soulmate AU but not quite - it's such a unique and interesting concept and the characterisation is perfect!

3. the places you leave in the dust - thestalwartheart

SPECTRE fix-it where Q deals with the professional and personal consequences of Bond leaving. Continues on to explore the impact of Bond's actions on their relationship.

this series is still ongoing but it really hits a chord in my heart. everything about this fic feels so real, and it made me think about what the true consequences of Bond leaving would be, compared to the usual handwave-y 'it's all fine' most movies adopt. I loved this so much, and I strongly recommend everything on thestalwartheart's backlist!

4. the warmth of your doorways - cicer

James stared gloomily at his papers. "I suppose you could marry me,” Q added, “if you're that desperate to do away with the forms. Otherwise, I'm afraid you'll have to fill them all out." His voice was rich with amusement. Clearly Q thought this was quite a joke. But James paused. He tilted his head. Then he set his pen down. Q tapped away at his keyboard for a bit, then looked up. He promptly blanched. "Oh, good lord. You're not serious, are you?" "It would be convenient." (In which James Bond is a middle-aged spy with a highly adventurous career and promiscuous lifestyle…who kind of wants to settle down, get married, and enjoy a stupidly domestic lifestyle in between missions. Now what?)

As an ace-spectrum person - I absolutely love all of their fics. Connection to me is so important and the slow build and burn of it - ack, it gets to me. This series is also on-going and i'm excitedly waiting for its completion.

Hope this list helps and happy reading!

#fic rec time!#first time i've been asked tbh so this is very exciting for me #00q #authors i adore you #james bond #q

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sammysvanfeet · 2 years

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Secret Soulmate || Part One

Jake x Reader - Soulmate AU

Word Count: 2k+

WARNINGS: mentions of death/grieving a family member, fainting

A/N: Here's the first chapter of the new Jake series! Enjoy 💘

As a little girl, I had been told that finding your soulmate, your other half, was an experience nothing short of magical. I’d spent my entire life hoping and dreaming that there was someone out there for me. During my formative years, I had obsessed over who my person might be, what they could look like or where I would meet them. We were taught that our souls had been separated from our mate’s in our past incarnation and we were to spend this lifetime searching for them. The other half to our whole, the person that was destined to complete us. I’d spent twenty-something long years searching for mine and I hadn’t felt it, those sparks, until now. I think deep down, I knew it from the moment I saw him, he was undoubtedly the one.

The thick summer air was almost cloying, sweet and sticky like candy that even the gentle breeze from the coast did little to offer a reprieve from. I sat in the shade offered by the modest front porch, sticking my arm out into the direct sunlight, almost expecting that I’d recoil and burn like Nosferatu. I wiggled my fingers and made lazy shadow creatures with my outstretched hand, a childish distraction from the many things I should have been doing. The sound of an ice cream truck jingling in the distance brought me back to old times. I had lived in this cottage by the beach almost as long as I could remember. It seemed so big when I was just a tiny young thing, but it had aged just as I had. While it did not increase in size, it had become worn, cracks appeared where the foundation was previously unblemished. It didn’t hold the same wonder and promise that it had when I was a child, but I suppose that was a reflection of the way I was feeling today.

The unwelcome sound of my mother clearing her throat took me by surprise, causing me to jolt forward and drop the novel I had planned on reading out here. I was unsure just how long I had been sitting on this rocking chair completely lost in thought, but given her raised eyebrows, hands on hips and foot tapping with impatience… it had been entirely too long.

“Y/N, can you come in and help me set the table? This dinner has to be perfect.” She phrased this as a request, even though it was anything but. We tended to get along most days, but on an occasion like today she was inexplicably high strung, a type A perfectionist who wanted to make the very best impression, and all I wanted was to escape into one fantasy or another.

“I’m sorry, I was daydreaming.” I quickly apologized, picking up my book and following her into the house. She stood at the kitchen island where she had been stationed most of the day and resumed polishing her silverware at an impressively aggressive rate, surrounded by stacks of her finest china. I inhaled the smell of the roasting chicken, and eyed the various side dishes that were bubbling and warming on the stovetop.

“Mom, is all of this necessary?” I asked, incredulously, gesturing to the state of the kitchen.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” My mother chided, still buffing away at the cutlery. “You would think that you would be more excited to see your sister for the first time in two years.”

I felt briefly guilty at my lack of enthusiasm over our reunion. It’s not that I didn’t miss my sister, it’s just that I spent so much of my life living in her shadow. Polly was beautiful and popular in high school, whereas I was bookish and reserved. She had all the attention from boys and girls alike her entire life, whereas I was perpetually invisible. She got a scholarship for an esteemed university and graduated with honors, immediately scoring a job at a prestigious legal firm. The way she was going, she was set to make partner before she would even turn 35. And here I was, still in my hometown, running food and bussing tables to pay my share of rent to my mother. I had always paled in comparison to Polly and my mother knew it, too.

“Aren’t you excited to meet her soulmate?” My mother interrupted my train of thought, twisting the knife into me even further.

She had obsessed over and ingrained the idea of us finding our mates since we were old enough to walk. Sometimes, I doubted that there really was someone for everyone, but the way my parents had loved one another was proof enough that we all had our person out there somewhere. Watching her mourn his loss was almost more painful than the death itself, seeing her turn into a shell of a woman before my very eyes, at such a tender age, was something no child should ever have to go through. She had never recovered from the heartbreak. Perhaps it was a physical pain, an ache from their severed connection; or perhaps it was the fact that she now knew she would spend the rest of her days alone.

Of course, it was my sister who had found her soulmate first. She was only a year older than me, so you would think my time was coming, but I had never had any romantic prospects the way she had. Despite being a hopeless romantic at heart, I was starting to accept that maybe I was destined to end up going through this lifetime alone… just me and my novels. To make matters worse, I was still a virgin, even at my age. I had told myself that there was no point in exchanging my energy with someone through casual sex if it wasn’t the person I was supposed to spend my life with. I had even felt guilty the very few times I had kissed someone, their lips always felt cold and just wrong.

Excusing myself from the tortuous conversation and my internal spiraling, I dejectedly carried the ornate porcelain plates to our small dining room and began setting a place for four. My mother carried the now shimmering silverware and placed it delicately on stark white woven napkins, smoothing out the tablecloth and smiling at our handiwork. “Perfect, just perfect!” She exclaimed to herself. She wanted to make a good impression, she was nervous… I could tell by the way she fidgeted and fussed around the table.

The chiming of the doorbell rang as if on cue, echoing off of the scuffed hardwood floors. My heart raced, beads of sweat pricked at my palms. Suddenly I felt unprepared for this moment. How was I going to feign happiness for my sister when I was surely to be filled with unbridled jealousy?

“They’re here!” Mom squealed, clapping her hands excitedly. “What are you waiting for? Come greet them at the door with me.”

My mother grabbed my arm and practically dragged me to the foyer. She released me before she straightened out my skirt and brushed her hands off on her checkered apron, taking a steadying breath. After a few more suspenseful moments, she flipped the lock and swung the heavy wooden door open, frowning at the unfortunate creaking. Once she took in Polly’s presence, she immediately began to sob, taking her perfect daughter into a bone crushing hug.

“Moooom!” Polly whined, acting as if she wasn’t eating up the attention, rolling her eyes playfully at me over my mother’s shoulder. I smiled politely in return, unsure of how to act around her now.

Mom released her, wiping away some stray tears before asking the million dollar question, “So… where is he?”

I looked beyond the front porch to the yellow cab parked in front of our home. I couldn’t make out many details at first, but I could tell he had long, brunette hair pulled back into a ponytail, sinfully tight grey pants and a breezy linen shirt. On top of his head was almost a comically cheesy straw hat. He didn’t seem like Polly’s type but who was I to judge? After tipping the cab driver, her mate approached us leisurely, hands full of luggage, whistling without a care in the world. He had an air of confidence, even from afar. I couldn't see his eyes, they were concealed behind a pair of sunglasses, but the second his lips twitched up into a smirk, I felt all the air rush from lungs. I suddenly felt warm, almost feverish. I bought the back of my hand up to my head, checking my temperature. My mother eyed me curiously at the action, to which I faked a reassuring smile. As he got even closer, I began to feel dizzy, everything was way too bright and the light danced around my vision. An aching in my head made it feel ten times its size.

“What’s happening?” I whispered to myself.

All three of them turned to look at me. Polly’s mate removed his glasses and all I could do was gaze into his honey brown irises, noting the worry in them. They were so warm and strangely familiar, I just couldn’t tear my gaze from him. His eyes searched mine in return when his brow furrowed, but I couldn’t place the source of his concern. He opened his mouth to say something, anything… but his words would not come. My sister took this as her cue to introduce her new lover, but at the same time as she spoke, my knees buckled and I found myself collapsing, fading out of consciousness slowly.

The last words I remember hearing before I succumbed to the darkness were, “This is Jake.”

I wanted to resist the sudden pull into consciousness but something was forcing me to awaken. When my eyes had fluttered open completely, I allowed myself a moment to take in my surroundings. Above me was a golden sky peppered with the fluffiest white clouds I had ever seen. I surmised that it must be sunset by the way the sun's rays painted everything in an orange glow. I sat up slowly, taking count of my surroundings; I was alone on the bank of a white sand beach. The tide was low, just barely tickling the shore and there was a noticeable lack of sound. No laughter, no music… not even the cawing of seagulls.

“Where am I?” I asked aloud, my voice sounding strange and distorted to my own ears.

“Ahh, there she is.” A mysterious voice startled me. I turned to find Jake, my sister’s soulmate, sitting at my side despite the fact that I was very much alone mere moments before.

“Am I dead?” I asked, pinching myself, beginning to feel frightened by the circumstances I had found myself in.

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, “Not dead. You’ve been out for a while, though. Your mom and sister are worried about you.”

“What happened? How are you even here?” I rubbed my temples, desperately trying to find a plausible explanation for this dreamlike state that I seemed to be in.

“Honestly, I don’t know.” He sighed, looking out at the shimmering ocean, “When I looked into your eyes, I felt like we had met before. My heart started racing and I felt an ache in my head, but when you collapsed I could no longer focus on the pain I was feeling, every nerve in my body was set alight but the impulse to catch you, to keep you safe, was much stronger than anything else I have felt in my entire life.”

I reached over to pat his hand, an innocent gesture of reassurance, but when we connected, flashes of past memories and lives long lived together flickered through my mind like the most magnificent film. In the span of seconds, I felt like I had experienced decades. I could tell Jake had seen it too, by the look of stupefaction on his face.

“It can’t be.” He whispered to himself. “I don’t understand.”

“Jake?” My shaky voice commanded his attention, “I think you’re my soulmate, not Polly’s.”

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Connected Part 2

This is purely a work of fiction.

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader, Reader x ot8 Platonic

Word Count: 1,893

Warnings: No warnings. Angst and Fluff.

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The door flung open and Chan lifted his head to make eye contact with the person storming into his room, “Hey Min.” There wasn’t much Chan could do before Seungmin was standing over him with anger and frustration written all over his adorable features. “What the hell happened?!”

This question left Chan confused, “ What do you mean?” Taking his time to sit up on his bed he patted the space next to himself indicating for Seungmin to sit beside him. The younger boy did not move from his spot. “Y/n has been avoiding me for two weeks now and you were the last person to talk to her before she rushed out on us when we were out for her birthday.” Chan nodded as he listened to the younger boy. “It’s not really my place to tell you. Min.” Seungmin groaned as he flopped onto Chan’s bed. He started ranting about how he just missed his best friend, becoming so frustrated that tears formed in his eyes and his sadness was evident in his voice. Chan slowly reached out and rubbed a soothing hand up and down Seungmin’s back. Slowly his breath evened out and Chan realized Min had fallen asleep. He gently picked Min up and walked across the hall to the apartment where Min lived. Walking in, Lino spotted the pair and shot Chan questioning eyes. Chan walked past him and into Min’s room before setting him gently on his bed and taking off his shoes and tucking him in. He gently closed the door before walking into the living area and plopping down next to Lino on the couch. All it took was for Lino to turn to Chan for him to spill. “He’s super upset because Y/n has been ignoring him and it’s all my fault.” Lino's eyes grew confused, “ What do you mean by, it’s all your fault?” Chan dropped his head and placed his hand gently on the handprints that splayed across his chest. He didn’t have to say anything. It all became crystal clear. “She’s your soulmate?” He needed to hear the confirmation from his best friend. Chan just nodded his head, too tired for words. Without too much thought Lino got up and started putting on his shoes. “Where are you going?” Chan slowly lifted and turned his head to where Lino now stood. “I’m going to fix this mess.” Without another word Lino left the apartment and made his way to yours.

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You were brought out of your sleep by an incessant knocking on your door. Groaning you slowly rolled out of bed, grabbing your phone and seeing it was nearing 1am. There were only a handful of people who would be here at this time. Trudging to the door you pulled it open to see Lino. Letting go of the door and turning around you walked to the couch and sat while Lino made his way in and closed the door. He turned and looked at you. You were a mess if you were being honest. “ You look like shit.” you let out a small laugh, “Thanks.” He sat down beside you. You leaned back and rested against his side, your head on his collarbone. “What's been going on?” he prompts from you as he absentmindedly draws shapes on your opposite shoulder. You huffed and closed your eyes. “My brain is fighting me.” You let out, barely above a whisper. But due to the quiet nature of your apartment he heard it loud and clear. “Care to explain?” Resituating yourself so you could look at him he saw an unfamiliar look in your eyes. “Chris is my soulmate.” He nodded. While moving to grab your hands from your lap. He began playing with your fingers. “He told you right?” He nodded while focusing on your hands. “Is that what's causing you to ignore all of us?” You groaned letting yourself relax as he held your hands in his. “ I don't mean to.” He nodded, prompting you to go on. “ All I could think about as a teenager was the possibility of having a soulmate. Then when it happened I was so excited. I guess I just didn’t expect to find them so soon, and I definitely wasn’t expecting it to be one of my best friends.” He looked up at your face, noticing your tears. Dropping your hands he reached up and wiped them away with his thumbs, “ That's not all of it.” You shook your head feeling the tears falling faster. “ I had never even thought of my soulmate being an idol. I get enough shit from people just for being friends with you guys. I don’t think I can handle what comes with being with an idol.” He gently pulls you into his lap as you bury your face in his shoulder letting the sobs wrack your body.

It took a little while but eventually you calmed down enough to say, “I don’t know what to do.” He nodded and continued to rub your back. “I don’t completely understand the whole soulmate thing, given I haven't found mine yet. But you know Chan as well as I do.” This caused you to nod and lean back until you could look him in the face, “I do. And that's how I know he deserves so much better.” You noticed the shift in his face immediately, reading only anger, “Lino.” He shook his head at you, his face beginning to redden, “Any man would be lucky to have you. Do you understand?” You just frowned at him causing him to go on, “Y/n, you are amazing! If anything, Chan doesn’t deserve you! Do you get how much we all love you? How funny you are or how sweet you can be? You're so thoughtful it’s irritating!” This caused you to laugh a little, “There she is.” He pulled you into a tight hug, “Please don’t ignore us anymore.” You nodded as he moved you onto the couch, “Call Min in the morning. Please.” You nodded as he walked to the door and pulled on his shoes. He nodded once at you before opening the door and leaving. You got up from the couch and wandered back to your bed, climbing under the covers. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and sent a quick text, “Call me when you see this.” Before easily falling back to sleep.

*****

Your eyes scanned the cafe until they landed on your best friend. He was oblivious to the fact that you walked in so you made your way over to the table he was sitting at. He only looked at you once you sat down. It caused a grin to erupt on his face. “Hey Min.” He gently nudged a drink towards you. Smiling, you thank him as you take a sip of your favorite. “Nuna, are you mad at me? Did one of the guys do something?” you shook your head and reached across the table to grab his hand. He let you play with his fingers as you thought of the best way to say it. “I found my soulmate Min.” His smile got even bigger, if that was possible, “What?! Well, who is it?” You stared down at the table and took a deep breath, “It’s Chirs.” His smile faltered a little, “Wait, like Channie Hyung?” You nodded your head as his hand retracted from yours. “Min?” He had a look on his face that you couldn’t place. “Okay.” it sounded more like he was talking to himself then to you, “Okay? So we’re okay?” He nodded looking into your eyes, “We’re always okay. I can’t live without you, y’know?” You nodded and smiled, “Right back at you.” He kept staring at you, “But you aren’t.” Min could read you like a book, and it was something you were grateful for. “I don’t know. I guess I should talk to him.” Min nods, “You wanna come with me?” You nodded as you stood.

*****

You stood outside of the 3Racha dorm with Min behind you. You knocked. Which you felt stupid for after you did it, deciding to let yourself in. Min waved as you closed the door. Bin looked up from his spot, “Y/n!” He stood up and made his way to hug you, “What’s up?” You released his hug, “Chris here?” He nodded and pointed towards the hall. Making your way to his room you knocked on the door, “yeah?” His voice came from inside. “Chris? It’s Y/n.” You heard noise from inside before the door opened, “Hey!” He motioned for you to come in and closed the door behind you. He sat down on his bed and gestured to his desk chair. You sat down pulling the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands and sitting cross legged. It was quiet for a few minutes while neither of you said anything. “I’m sorry.” You blurted out. A look of surprise took over his features, “What do you have to be sorry for?” Looking at the floor you gestured between the two0 of you. “You mean the soulmate thing?” You nodded before his hands grabbed the armrests and pulled the chair until you were sitting directly in front of him. “Y/n. It’s not like you made us soulmates. Plus, there's no reason to be sorry for that.” You had no choice but to look into his eyes. “I’m scared.” He dropped his hand into your lap gently grabbing at yours. It was a habit all the guys knew you had. You always focused and felt more grounded when you had something to do with your hands. Only this time it caused you to burst into tears, “I don’t deserve you.” You uttered through your sobs. Without thinking he grabbed your legs and pulled you into his lap. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. “Y/n, if anything, I don’t deserve you. You are the sweetest most selfless person I know. Even now you're upset that I didn’t get to choose my soulmate.” He gave you a gentle squeeze before pulling away a bit to be able to see your face. “If you want my opinion. I think I got incredibly lucky in the soulmate department. I couldn’t ask for anyone better. Besides, you’re already one of my best friends. I’d be lost without you.” You were staring at him not believing any of the words he was saying. You shook your head as a hiccup startled you both. He gently grabbed your face with both his hands forcing you to look into his eyes. “Have I ever lied to you?” This caused you to shake your head no. “Then why do you think I’m lying right now?” You couldn’t form a thought with his hands still on your face, so you just shrugged. “Y/n. I’m going to wait for you, okay? You can take as long as you want until you think I deserve you, but I’m going to wait for you. I will always choose you; do you understand?” Nodding again he pulled you into a hug, “Don’t go disappearing on us like that again.” You wrapped your arms around him, relishing in the comfort he provides, “I won’t. I promise.”

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not just lovers — 06. soulmate coffee

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note: every chapter has small parts of social media for the sake of the story!

“two caramel macchiatos on their way right now! thank you.” you smiled at the little boy and removed the sweat off your hands on your apron before writing down his order. “one second, please!” you excused yourself and sprinted to the back of the café.

“hee, there are like one thousand people here and even more waiting outside amongst all the paparazzis, i can’t handle this.” you sobbed, stressed, as heeseung raised his head in a second, seeing your teary eyes.

he was really focused as he was reading a book called ‘the art of making coffee’ and clumsily trying to make his own by mixing different flavors and spices.

“i got this!” he dramatically closed the book and came in front of you. “let’s get it!” he shook your shoulders.

“wait, you can’t get out there. none of your bodyguards are here and everyone’s gonna go crazy if—“

but he ignored you as he stepped outside in front of all the customers. you immediately followed him and cringed so hard at the loud screams that were caused by your extremely famous friend. he was wearing a simple set of kitchen clothing on top of his blue hoodie and genuinely looked like a very skilled barista.

“good morning everyone and thank you for being so supportive even though we just opened today. me and this lady right here...” he quickly grabbed you by your hand and guided you in front of him. “...are the owners of this place. thank you for trusting us enough to visit our café and have a taste of our coffee! we’re going to try our best. please give a round of applause to barney, jay and sunghoon preparing the coffee you’re drinking right now until we actually hire some other people to work here; for miss dee that helped us redecorate this whole place — and for y/n, my best friend.” he smiled. “...and soulmate.” he continued softly only for you to hear.

“let me take a pic so you can remember the moment of your grand opening!” a guy with a giant camera approached the two of you. heeseung nodded happily, carefully placing his hand on your waist as he pulled you closer to his body. “say cheese!”

heeseung’s perfect smile covered half of his face and you quickly made an awkward peace sign.

“you continue to take the orders while i’m gonna call some of my friends to come and help us. we can do it!” he assured you, his glare fully on yours. “by the way, sir, where did you get this giant camera from?”

heeseung wasn’t kidding that day when he told you that all of his other friends were famous. by friends, he meant stray kids’ jeongin, just b’s lim jimin, treasure’s jaehyuk and your jaw instantly dropped when you saw all of the txt members hurrying inside your café using the back door that no one knew about.

you came to the conclusion that your coffee shop was about to get highly well-known in a short amount of time.

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PAIRING. idol!heeseung x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS. an old japanese myth once said that you’ll hear bells ringing when you and your soulmate meet for the first time. that’s what heeseung believed his whole life, not wanting to settle down for anyone else but his one true love. what should he do after he meets you in the most terrible timing possible and the universe keeps making you see each other every weekend? you just proved him soulmates aren’t just lovers, after all.

GENRE. soulmate au, strangers to (kind of) lovers au, idol au, short series, fluff, humor, slice of life, romance, hints of social media au

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 8 months

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𓅨 Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Chapter Thirty-Three

Your Fate is Sealed With Mine: Y/N Burgess is the granddaughter of Alex and Paul, and after having spent so many summers at their manor and always wondering why she was forbidden from entering the basement, she descends the steps into the world of the Order. She broke out the being that had been trapped in that glass cage, but what does he want with her now that he is free?

Warnings: Language, Corinthian Tries to Flirt w/ Reader, Reader Ain’t Havin’ It (But Finds It Amusing).

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Female!GranddaughterReader, based on Netflix’s ‘The Sandman’, Reader now has long-ish hair for plot reasons (Just so Morpheus can tug on it later).

Word Count: ~2.1k

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“I’m not gonna hurt you,”

“You just killed that man.”

“I just saved your life, again.”

“From who?”

“From Morpheus.”

“Enough!” You snapped out from where you had been pacing in front of the couch in the Junior Suite. You pointed at the Corinthian and gave him a dirty look. “Stop twisting your words.”

Those round sunglasses turned to you and that sly smile was back.

“Come now, your majesty, even you know what he plans.” You held up a hand and waved it in warning.

“He keeps calling you that, are you a queen?” Jed asked, looking between you and the Corinthian. You clenched my teeth.

“This… exquisitely beautiful lady here, Jed, is the queen of the Dreaming.” The Corinthian spoke all too gleefully. You felt Rose’s gaze burn into the side of your head, but refused to break your stare from the Corinthian’s glasses.

“Jed, would you kindly give us a moment to talk?” You asked, keeping your gaze set. You could feel Jed’s hesitation, but thankfully he agreed.

“Yeah, okay, um, your majesty.” You sighed, now Jed was going to call you that too? You chewed your lip until the young boy was in the bedroom of the suite.

“You’re the queen!?” Rose blurted out the moment you had privacy. Your eyes closed and you took a deep breath.

“Technically speaking, if you so wish.” You responded, looking at the flabbergasted girl. “I did tell you our relationship is complicated Rose. I’ve been the queen of the Dreaming for three months and I didn’t even know it until a week ago when the librarian told me. Do not misunderstand my relationship with Morpheus, Rose, this isn’t something I chose.”

“So what, you’re his prisoner?” Rose snorted out waving a hand. “And how do you know him.” She then gestured to the Corinthian.

“I don’t,” You answered, giving the Corinthian a look. “Another technicality if you will, but he is the last missing arcana from the Dreaming. May I introduce you to the Corinthian, a Nightmare. As for your previous statement, I had no choice in my ties to Morpheus, but you can say I got off easy after what my family did to him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“My great-grandfather, Roderick Burgess, is the man responsible for trapping Morpheus for over one hundred years.” You explained softly, ignoring the way the Corinthian seemed to enjoy this. “He wanted to resurrect one of his sons, he summoned Dream rather than Death, and refused to let him go until Morpheus gave him what he wanted. Morpheus being stubborn, refused. One spell later and an Endless was bound to the Burgess lineage. Morpheus got to choose which Burgess and had plenty of patience is seems. Long story short, I was the one he picked.”

“So that means…” Rose looked like she was still having a hard time understanding what you meant. the Corinthian finished for you.

“Y/N here, has had her fate sealed with Morpheus’. She’ll live as long as he will and for lack of a more technical term, they’re now soulmates.” The Corinthian said all too gleefully.

You couldn’t help the disgusted snort that passed though your lips as you crossed your arms in irritation.

“We are what they called Bonded. We are attracted to each other and will be until Morpheus is killed or dies. That doesn’t mean he treats me like a queen, or that he likes having me around. All I appear to be as of late is a burden and stubborn human whom he annoyingly cannot control.”

“Ah yes, I’d love to see him stew in place when you tell him no.” The Corinthian chuckled, rubbing his hands together. “Bet he’s never had to deal with that before.”

“You aren’t helping so do shut up.” You snapped at him. You turned back to address Rose. “Look, Rose, a vortex to the Dreaming is a threat because you have the capability to completely destroy it. Do you understand that? When you fall asleep, you could destroy my new home. Morpheus has destroyed previous vortexes to protect the Dreaming, this isn’t anything against you. It never was.”

“I don’t want to destroy the Dreaming, I never would.” Rose protested, you couldn’t help but give her an apologetic shrug. It didn’t matter what her intentions were, a vortex was not something that could be controlled. She couldn’t control it. She had already messed with the Dreaming’s scales by making Lyta’s dream of becoming a mother by her dead husband, true. Who knew what kind of trouble she would dream up if her power was left unchecked.

“I’m sorry, but your power isn’t something that you’ll be able to consciously control.” You said, shaking your head slightly.

“So you’re gonna let him kill me then?” You let out an eloquent snort and raised your eyebrow in slight insult.

“My darling Rose, what do you think I am doing here?”

It had taken some convincing, and a little discussion between Rose and the Corinthian, before she agreed to what the Nightmare had told her. He would be back in an hour, she and Jed were free to leave if they so desired during that time, and if he got back and they were still there? They would talk. Rose had looked at you and you had given the Corinthian one stern look, rather then return her gaze.

“I will be having a conversation with Corinthian, I believe it is long overdue.” You stated flatly, yet with a little malice. “Now come along.”

“Yes, your majesty,” The Corinthian replied as you strode for the door, him following shortly behind. You snapped up a finger.

“Don’t start with me!” You scolded. He chuckled while following you through the door and closing it behind him. You heard the lock click and looked around at the many doors of the hotel. “We do need to talk, preferably in private.”

The Corinthian held up another key.

“I’ve got just the room.” He grinned. You had a feeling it was from the recently deceased Fun Land. You cared little for the life of a serial killer who liked to prey on children. Following the Corinthian down the hall, you entered the hotel room of Fun Land. You carefully took your time walking around the scant living room and maintained distance. “In all honesty, you are not what I expected but everything he would go for. You do have the strong personality type though, he was always a sucker for woman in power.”

Your eyes flickered up to his with an unimpressed look, you knew what he was trying to do and wouldn’t play into his game. Pressing your lips together, you leaned back against the small kitchenette in the room and regarded the Nightmare.

“What are you doing?” You flat out questioned him, not referring to the game, but what he was doing with Rose Walker. “Granted I can understand why you would give Roderick the keys to trapping Morpheus of all Endless, but why do it in the first place?”

“Certain you don’t need little ol’ me to explain that one to you,” The Corinthian chuckled, pushing his round sunglasses up his nose. “You think I get any freedom under his thumb?”

“It’s not about freedom, Corinthian.” You returned, looking him over with a softer gaze this time. “I know what it is like to live with him in your head, but what would drive you to trapping your creator for that long?”

“Spite? The desire for freedom? Despite what you may think of me, my lady, I actually like humans, I want to understand them, feel like them. Unfortunately for me, the only way to do so is a little crude for most peoples tastes.”

“You steal their eyes, you kill them,” You pointed out. He shrugged.

“Eyes are the window of your soul, they see everything, I get the most life from them.” You couldn’t decide if it was poor design or simply that he was a Nightmare. Either way, you could feel for his want to feel humanity.

“Still wrong,” He cocked his head to the side, his smile growing.

“Perhaps. Why’d you run?”

“I’m not running,” You retorted defensively, digging your fingernails into your crossed arms. His eyebrow rose at you.

“Sure you aren’t, why else would you be helping the girl who can destroy the Dreaming. You’re Bonded to him, how much is it hurting to keep him shut out right now? What did he do to push you so far away, that you are willingly helping the one thing that poses a threat to yourself?” You felt called out, but had to admit that the Corinthian wasn’t entirely wrong.

“Morpheus doesn’t treat me like I am his equal, or that I am capable of taking care of myself.” You finally said. The Corinthian shrugged. “He doesn’t want to acknowledge that I am not just another one of his subjects he can order around and expect to be obedient.”

“He’s lost lovers before, Y/N, he’s not gonna change just because you can tap into his power. Why do you think he’s so obsessive with protecting you? Feels like your in a cage, or on a leash. You can’t stray too far for he’ll yank you back.”

“Or push you away,” You countered while your eyebrow arched. “Trust me when I say I’ve felt it all.” Uncrossing your arms, you pushed away from the kitchenette and stepped forwards, your eyes looking closer at his round sunglasses. He never took them off.

“I can feel your curiosity,”

“Then you know what I want to see.” You softly said, slowly walking over to him. He didn’t stop your approach, but raised his own eyebrow when you stopped in front of him and didn’t reach for this sunglasses.

“Well?” He goaded.

“I’m not going to remove them if you don’t want me to, Corinthian. I know boundaries and I was raised to have manners.” You replied quietly, your eyes following the stitching along his blazer. “I’ve dealt with many things I can’t control as of late, I’m not going to take choice away from you.”

“I can already tell he doesn’t deserve you.” The Corinthian mused quietly before reaching for your wrists and pulling the up so your fingers brushed against his black sunglasses. Fingers brushing against the metal and plastic, you slipped your fingers beneath the sunglasses and started pulling. What you saw beneath them shocked you, but you didn’t start gaping. Morpheus had been quite creative when designing this version of the Corinthian. “Well?” He asked, his eyebrows going up.

“I didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this,” You spoke while brushing your fingers across his temple, looking at the two mouths the were in place of the Corinthian’s eyes. “Creatively beautiful, I should have known.”

The Corinthian smirked down at you.

“You don’t have to stay with him in that gilded cage, don’t have to put up with him.” The Corinthian said softly, his fingers running up the wrist of the hand you had touching his face. Fingers brushed across your palm as they wound their way through yours. “Not when he is hurting you like this.” You knew what he was doing and that was very dangerous waters. Not just for him.

“You’re dancing with fire, Corinthian,” You replied, giving him a knowing look. “All the while dousing yourself with petrol, do you not realize what kind of game you are trying to play?”

“Oh I understand it perfectly darlin’,” The Corinthian answered, his figure leaning closer to yours. You could feel the hum from his body, from his lips. He really had little care for what his actions would bring if Morpheus caught him this close to you. “But I don’t think he’ll take care of you the way you deserve. He’s already hurt you, pushed you away, why would he do that to you of all people? Surely you can see that, you deserve so much better then him.”

“I’m the one that get’s to make the final decision.” Your reminder only made him chuckle, which you could feel on your lips. “I’ve already had to deal with Desire trying to poke the sleeping bear, I don’t need you adding to that turmoil, no matter how handsome you are.” You slipped your hand from his and took a few steps backwards to get out of his space. “What do you want from Rose?”

“What? Clever little thing like you haven’t figured it out yet?” He taunted with a small laugh. Your eyes narrowed at him, done with his off handed flirting and attempts at making this into a game between you. “You got me, your majesty, I want Rose Walker to bring the Dreaming to it’s knees once and for all. Only she can.”

“You want to destroy our home,” You whispered out as your face paled. The Corinthian’s lips twisted into a jagged smile. What he wanted felt nearly as bad as when Desire had kissed you, but destroying the Dreaming was far, far worse.

Date Published: 12/5/22

Last Edit: 8/20/23

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lovecolibri · 2 years

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SaL anon here friend after my long and grueling week of moving and renewing the vow i make every move, don't accumulate more than two suitcases worth of stuff. Anyway the timing was good, I didn't miss anything on the RNM front except 2 synopsis that fail to mention either Alex or Michael, only mention Kybel once, and hint at what's sure to be positively scintillating Echo drama *deep yawn*. Can't wait. Oh and M*ria's doing something I'm sure is utterly pointless and self-serving but we'll be

told is super important even as future events show it isn't. And Bonnie will apparently be allowed to interact with other members of the group in a way Alex never has been allowed to. Oh joy. As usual the promo dept is working hard to show viewers the things they actually care about. Anyway, loved your salty thoughts this week, particularly on how every couple in this so-called soulmates show is so badly written. Unlike say 911 you cannot tell me these writers plan out things seasons in advance (not to say 911 plans everything, but they certainly execute storylines with past events in mind *ignores parts of S5 while typing this*). The way the Kybel has played out is a harsh reminder, but it also shows in the way they keep recycling Echo's "conflict" from season to season. Kybel should have been set up ages ago if they planned it all along (which they didn't, S2 clearly is trying to set-up some sort of Greg/Isobel story but then they needed to *Tumblr stop eating my asks challenge* SaL anon here bestie and oh boy, me trying to remember where I was in my salty rambling will be a challenge. I think by part 4 I was going off on how the show was clearly setting up the Greg/Isobel storyline (Isobel meets soft teacher Greg in the same episode she talks about wanting kids someday, it would even work with the soulmates setup but the opposite of Echo since Greg had clearly thought about her despite it being a decade ago) but the writers chose to take a sharp turn from that in S3 so they could use one of the only things people liked about S2 to prop up an unlikable character, even though it made no sense. RNM does have this ongoing habit of using things that people like to try and make their mistakes more palatable (Greg and now Dallas to prop up M*ria, Max's softness towards Liz to excuse him being shitty to Michael). Anyway, let's place bets on if Rosa or Alex gets mentioned tonight ONLY because the people that love them miss them, i say a 10% chance

Bestie hiiii! I missed you! Moving is The Worst but I hope you’re settling in well! And yeah, good timing because you didn’t miss anything important!

I can’t say I’m surprised that Echo is going to have exactly the same argument they’ve been having every time something comes up they need to deal with but like, really? Can’t shake it up at all? Then again, I made this post with a list of like, 23 kidnapping plots over 3.5 seasons so 🤷🏻‍♀️ I can’t wait for m*ria to start throwing things because she can’t connect with her mom now that she’s dead. Maybe she should have spent less time trying to get in the pants of Alex, Michael, and everyone connected to them she possibly could, and spent more time trying to get info from her mom while she was alive. 🙄 You would think after learning what she did in s2, and her little mind journey as Patricia, she’d have wanted to know everything and tried to use her powers for that, but nope!

Also, the way Bonnie, Anatsa, and Dallas are already integrated into the group more than Alex even though Anatsa wasn’t sticking around and Bonnie has been here for 4 episodes is ridiculous. And I love Dallas! I didn’t hate Anatsa when she wasn’t getting people drunk and convincing them to jeopardize their careers, and I think Bonnie has a fun energy. But it just makes it even more glaring that people like Rosa and Kyle and especially, especially Alex are missing from the group dynamics.

I sooo agree that Kyble should have been set up ages ago if that was the plan all along. You never know how many seasons you’re going to get, and oh look! Here we are. I agree that it looked like they might be setting up something with Greg and Isobel which I would have loved too! They had ONE scene and it was just crackling electric chemistry! Plus, that indicated a history there that caught and kept his attention for all these years which would have worked with the “alien soulmate” set up. Her ending up with someone who loved kids and took care of them all day would have been great and it was one of the things people liked so much about him. So of course it had to be erased in order for him to be with m*ria “why are kids always sticky” d*luca 🙄 Them re-writing his character and then never letting him have scenes with Alex again except for the one where they talk about m*ria was a crime actually.

Clearly the show has never once learned from it’s mistakes because the pacing issues, the “telling” instead of “showing” issues, the plot holes, the passage of time making zero sense, sacrificing other characters, plots, and time to prop up m*ria for....some reason, who knows, taking fan fave characters and shoving them with m*ria to try and make her likable, and the inability to handle the missing episodes for characters in a way that makes sense (mentioning them when they aren’t there, but also making sure an episode they are missing doesn’t have a scene it makes no sense for that character NOT to be involved in, unless they also give us a good reason why. And no, yet another kidnapping or coma for that character is NOT a “good reason”), NONE of it has ever worked and have been continually brought up as issues that the show refuses to address.

You’re optimistic with your 10% there! 🤣 I’m hoping for at least a mention though I’m sure it will be because he didn’t call m*ria back or something but also hoping we get to at least SEE him and where he’s currently being held! But also not holding my breath for that either. They did mention Rosa coming back for one of the later episodes in the synopsis so it would make sense for her to pop up before then to remind the audience who haven’t seen her since last year who she is and why we should care about her, but again, not holding my breath. When is m*ria missing an episode again? Because I don’t know how much more of this nonsense with her and Dallas I can take.

I’ll be trying to watch tomorrow so cheers everyone and good luck! Lets manifest Alex at least being in a prison of some kind and working on his escape instead of just still breathing dirt in that hole. It’s been a MONTH since we’ve seen him on our screens. Get it together RNM.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #roswell nm #roswell spoilers #anti maria deluca #please i'm so tired #i just want my boy back!

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The one that got away

Series: Part 2 Part 3

characters: Naruto Uzumaki x fem! reader additional: Shikamaru Nara; Hinata Uzumaki; mentions of: Gaara, Boruto Uzumaki and Himawari Uzumaki

warnings: characters are 21+; fluff; smut; vaginal sex; oral (f receiving); a bit of chocking because why the hell not?

💀 NSFW! Minors DNI! 💀

notes: YES! I have been MIA because writer's block 😒 4 am - apparently it's my hour for brain rots LOL 😅

I didn't even read it again after writing it so I have no idea what came out of it to be honest 🤣 I simply needed to get this out of my head.

special note: some light reading for my love, my smut partner and my Naruto soulmate @uchihamylove26 💕💕 enjoy! 😎

Mood 🎧 JNR CHOI & SAM TOMPKINS - To the moon

"Come set the mood, yeah You come like sunshine, yeah Call me the moon"

There was this simple assignment that led you to walk the hallway that led to the Hokage's office. It was your quiet, unexpected return to the Hidden Leaf after 13 years in the service of Gaara, the Kazekage of the Sand Village. Reuniting with old friends and memories began as an exciting prospect of your life, the person you were going to see now being one you missed greatly. You have never expected for the next words to cross your mind as you stood into his office, bright blue ripping through your soul:

You were fucked.

"What is he like now?" you asked holding a stack of folders filled with paperwork sent by Gaara.

"Taller. Calmer." Shikamaru Nara scrunched his nose while walking next to you helping you with another stack of papers. "The same idiot nonetheless."

"Shikamaru!" you laughed. "We're talking about Lord Seventh here."

"Yes, we do." he replied with a shrug and a smile. "We're also talking about Naruto Uzumaki. Remember him?"

"Oh, I do." you said nodding slowly. "I do .."

"Hm." Shikamaru hummed eyeing you with the corner of his eyes and a raised eyebrow. "What about you? You seem different."

"I think we are all different since the war." you replied as you both stopped in front of the Hokage's office. "Is there anything of significance I should know before going in there?"

"Congratulate him." Shikamaru replied opening a folder and placing it on top of the others you were holding. "His son started the Academy today."

For a split second, you could feel your heart and breath stopping abruptly as the photograph of a blonde boy with bright blue eyes and a wide grin stared back: Boruto Uzumaki. Fingers brushed softly over the summary of his life up until now, followed by the next page that contained a photo of a younger girl, the same baby blue in her innocent eyes and a dark-blue hair which immediately prompted you to recognize who the mother was. It did not come as a surprise to see the name listed there, staring right back at you: Hinata Uzumaki. The searing pain shocking your body felt as if thousands of knives were embedded into your skin, almost touching vital organs, memories of the past swirling into the present reality. It was hurting more than you would ever care to admit.

After all, he was the one that got away.

"Thank you for the info." you replied in what sounded as a whisper, an unfamiliar dryness coating the insides of your mouth.

"You really had no idea .." Shikamaru said quite surprised to see you staring at the folder as if in a trance. "You might be one of the few."

"I chose to not have information provided on certain people." you said closing the folder and tucking it under the rest. "It was easier to accept the path I've chosen away from all of you."

"Certain people .." Shikamaru said with a small smirk.

"Don't." you rolled your eyes. "Shall we?"

"Y/N, I hope these 13 years washed it all away because .." Shikamaru said while grabbing the doorknob. " .. you might be in for a surprise."

With that, your old friend opened the door to the Hokage's office and walked inside as you followed suit. He stepped to the side while you found yourself in the middle of the room, staring at the back of a tall man with short, yellow hair, a creamy-white cloak draped over the body on which you could clearly read the words painted red that spelled Seventh Hokage. Your fingers immediately gripped the stack of folders tightly, swallowing the knot formed into your throat as you worked on maintaining the professional posture.

"Thirteen years, ha?" Naruto's voice broke the silence, appreciating the deepness that rooted into it as he was now grown, dancing into your eardrums with every single note. "Y/N, you impressed me by being able to stay away from your home for so long."

"Lord Seventh, it had to be done." you replied with such respect in your voice it even had Shikamaru raise his eyebrows. "Tough experiences shape the heart and soul of a person. We tend to grow because of them more than from the simple comfort and happiness of our own home."

Naruto suddenly tensed hearing your words as you could see his shoulders straightening briefly before a deep breath was taken. He took a step back from the window and turned around to face you, to finally put a face to the voice he had missed terribly. Heart skipping more beats than he could count, Naruto took in your appearance, completely taken back as you looked as if you have not aged a single day in these past thirteen years. It was absolutely astonishing how he could feel 18 again just by looking into your eyes. For a brief moment, he stepped back in time. After all, you were the one that got away. Lips parted slightly, heart beating powerfully into your ears, you stifled a sigh that has been building into you since the moment the door opened before your eyes. The impact of his presence had more than a simple effect on you, hands trembling as Naruto's bright, baby blue eyes spilled into yours instantly, sucking all the air your lungs thought they possessed. He looked so mature, imposing and somehow intimidating from behind the desk, knowing he was the Seventh Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, achieving the biggest dream he ever had. You felt like a child in comparison to him, shrinking slightly under his deep gaze. Your eyes shifted quickly, tracing how his lips curved into a melancholic smile that transformed into a wide one, head tilted a bit to the side, eyebrows curved up. Naruto was over the moon that you were standing before him and it showed. On the sidelines, Shikamaru held back a laugh, pleasing himself with only a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Oh, this was going to be interesting!

"That wisdom of yours .." Naruto chuckled stepping from behind the desk, walking right in front of you. " .. could've helped me out along these years."

"I think you've handled it quite well without it .." you chuckled. " .. Lord Seventh."

"Can we skip the pleasantries?" he asked rising an eyebrow and taking the stack of folders out of your hands, placing them on the desk quickly.

"It's only fit." you shrugged. "Respect and all that."

Before you could even react, Naruto's arms wrapped around your neck, body landing against his as you immediately got drunk on the scents attacking your nostrils and mind mercilessly, both of your hearts beating powerfully and in sync, listening to them after all this time. Warmth was radiating off his body, absorbing it yourself, out of instinct pushing yourself more into the embrace, your own arms wrapping around him tightly. Yes, you missed him, oh, so damn much! Shikamaru held back another laugh. As he presumed: 13 years did not mean shit.

"So .." Naruto pulled back from the embrace without actually taking a step back away from your, the closeness intoxicating. "Gaara finally allowed me to borrow you?"

"Finally?" you asked confused.

"I've been trying since I became Hokage." Naruto confessed quite surprised that you did not know.

"Probably he considered I was not ready yet." you replied displaying the well deserved respect you held for Gaara. "I trust his judgement."

"You will have plenty of time to catch up." Shikamaru sighed walking up to us as you and Naruto both took a step back, creating a wider than necessary gap in between the two of you. "Matters at hand."

"Oh, by the way .." you said as Shikamaru pulled the chair for you with Naruto sitting at his desk. "Congratulations!"

"Huh?" Naruto frowned in confusion.

"Boruto." you cracked a smile that threatened to break your face. "His first day at the Academy?"

Naruto did not reply immediately, studying your face a bit too deeply as if looking for something specific. The almost too perfect smile you were displaying had his features soften quickly, despite the fact that you mentioned one of his children. He was never able to escape the effects of your intoxicating smile or laugh, the notes of your voice and deep eyes, beauty and presence. After all, you were the one that got away. Watching how Naruto's gaze was fixated on your face, you have never expected for the next words to cross your mind as you stood into his office, bright blue ripping through your soul: You were fucked. *6 months later*

"No, it wasn't me!" you laughed almost knocking off the glass of wine on the living room table. "It was Kiba, I swear!"

"I've been looking for this for years!" Naruto sighed holding a photograph of the two of you, one Kakashi took before you left for the Sand Village.

"Damn Kiba stole it to annoy you and forgot to give it back." you replied peaking over the table at the photograph. "Instead of giving it to you, he sent it to me."

"We were young .." Naruto said with melancholy. " .. so full of dreams and desires."

"Yeah .." you trailed off switching your gaze to his face, a sad smile gracing his lips.

"Can I keep it?" he asked looking at you with hope.

"Of course." you smiled. "That's why I showed it to you. If you want it, you can have it."

The past six months have been nothing but a delight as you were one of the few people that considered working with Naruto to be easy. Maybe it was because you knew him so well, able to mold yourself on his personality, capable of understanding how he thinks as if it was your own mind. The only downside of having such a close position to Naruto was the pain, the yearning. He was a happily married man as far as you knew with two amazing children you had the honor to meet, Boruto being as much of a menace as his father used to be at his age. That did not stop you from suddenly daydreaming of what it could have possibly been if you wouldn't have left, if you would've had the courage to confess your feelings. With each day, each stolen smile and subtle jokes, Naruto slowly reeled you in again, having your heart beating every single morning knowing you were going to see him, having your mind spinning whenever too close to you than actually needed, having your soul tremble with every innocent touch. You realized in time that the feelings Shikamaru hoped were washed away were still there, powerful and deep. The shame of feeling all of that for someone that was not, nor will ever be, yours was slowly disappearing seeing Naruto consciously getting close to you than normal, than allowed.

"I should go." Naruto said standing up. "Early morning."

"For the both of us." you sighed drinking the last drop of wine from the glass before guiding him to the door.

"I always feel better in your presence." Naruto said out of nowhere as he stood in front of the door. "Thank you."

"Anytime." you said with a small smile and a short nod.

Both standing there, eyes fixated deeply on each other, Naruto's Adam's apple moving up and down constantly from all the excessive swallowing while you played with the hem of your shirt not understanding what was happening. He was looking at you with such happiness, sadness peaking here and there, melancholy dancing into his eyes as you smiled back. You both knew that, right now, your eyes were doing the talking and nothing else. That is how well you knew each other. Naruto's fingers intertwined with yours, pulling them away from the hem of your shirt and you let out a deep breath that nestled into your lungs since he walked into your home for dinner. Only when he took the other hand into his you truly realized how much you ached for him, the deep longing buried for 13 years resurfacing, bound to be seen by him, bound to unravel you before him.

"Y/N .." Naruto whispered taking a step closer.

"Naruto, don't." you said in a weak tone, somehow pleading, yet somehow asking for more. "It's a dangerous road."

"Are you saying no?" he asked pulling you closer, only a coin capable to fit in between your bodies.

"I'm saying that it is dangerous." you replied swallowing hard.

"Why?" Naruto asked, one of his hands letting yours go, his thumb brushing along your lower lip as you could not look away from the eyes that haunted you. "I'm not happy."

"I would be a simple escape." you spoke slowly not wanting to stop his thumb from tracing your lip. "An easy one."

"What if you're not that?" Naruto followed tilting his head slightly, the thumb pushing softly on your lip, rolling it down slightly and you blocked a deep pleasured sigh. "You could never be just that."

"You have a wife." you replied as the word hurt your heart. "Children."

"You left." he said almost accusing you, his tone of such calmness it was impossible to feel attacked. "I had no idea you will return until it was too late."

"I needed to leave." you swallowed hard as his nose brushed against yours, warm breath fanning over your lips and a shiver ran down your spine. "As much as it hurt."

"And now you're back in my life." Naruto said, his eyes never leaving yours for a split second as you slowly but surely got drunk on him. "I can't lose you for another 13 years."

"Naruto, p-please .." you whispered against his lips, closing your eyes feeling the pain you constantly tried to hide. "I-I can't handle it .. I-I'm so weak when it comes to .."

Forcing yourself to swallow the last word, knowing how much you were giving yourself away as your body reacted on its own, walking backwards with Naruto holding your hand, the other cupping your cheek until you hit the wall of the hallway. Keeping your eyes completely shut, you felt a bit of control, a bit of steadiness even if you could feel him incredibly close, shutting down your brain bit by bit.

"Say it." Naruto said, fingers moving to hold your chin. "Please."

"P-please .. please!" you begged him knowing that once you utter the last word you are as good as gone, you would be trapped into him, you would fail to not be the factor tearing apart his family. "Family, Naruto. You have a family."

"Say it." he pushed, tone deepening, lips brushing against your once again as your knees almost caved.

"You have a wife." you tried reinforcing yourself, tears gathering under the closed eyelids. "You have a fucking wife."

"YOU make me happy." Naruto said as if in the same pain as yours. "Only YOU."

"No, no, no." you replied breathless, the tears escaping past your closed eyes and rolling down your blushing cheeks. "No, Naruto. Please, stop!"

"I've missed you for 13 years, every single day of my life." he pushed again letting your chin go, taking your hands and placing them on his chest, right on top of his heart. "Feel it because you know I would never lie to you."

The heartbeats were so powerful you could feel his heart into your palm, his words punching the pressure in your chest, releasing it into the entire body, goosebumps filling up the skin as his hands cupped your face.

"Open your eyes, please." Naruto pleaded. "Don't be afraid of me."

Trembling body, heartbeats threatening to carve a whole into your chest, hands gripping Naruto's shirt tightly, you opened your eyes as more tears spilled only to find a match for them. Naruto had his own staining his beautiful face, one now engulfed in pain and love, eyes of such a clear blue as never seen before. You could see and feel that he had the exact same feelings as you did, the love you had for him was even greater than the pain, wanting for once to feel as if he belongs to you and you belong to him.

"You're beautiful." Naruto said shaking his head slightly as if he could not believe what he was seeing. "You're the perfection I have been looking for my entire life."

"You." you said softly, hands pulling him closer.

"Me?" he asked with a small frown.

"You asked me to say it." your voice shaky, afraid of the outcome. "I'm weak when it comes to YOU."

"Y/N, I have been weak when it comes to you since I can remember." he chuckled lightly pulling your face as your lips were close to touching. "You're my chance at true happiness and love. Don't take it away from me again, please!"

"I won't." you caved as you wanted the exact same thing, him always being your only chance, the only you ever desired. "But promise me you'll be here when I wake up."

After all, he was the one that got away. Naruto pulled back slightly, hands quickly working their way under your armpits and pushing you upwards, instinct kicking in as you wrapped your legs around him, both staring at each other with parted lips, lust and love dangerously dancing together.

"I promise to be here in the morning." Naruto whispered with a soft smile. "And every morning after."

Diving into the endless void, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you pulled the man you have always loved into a deep kiss. Lips began working each other slowly and timidly as if you were both afraid it was a dream before the intensity grew as seconds passed by. Tongue flicking along Naruto's lower lip, his mouth gave you access along with a breathless moan before taking over completely. He followed almost instantly, not giving you a single chance to dominate the delicious intertwining of your tongues, exploring each other's mouth with fervor, body entangled fully as he carried you into the bedroom. Senses activating completely, the hairs on your body raised realizing what was about to happen and who was the person that was going to fulfill a desire you harbored since your 19th birthday. Placing you on the bed with ease, Naruto hovered over you, half-lidded eyes as he stared at you for a bit, a bright blush coloring your cheeks abruptly.

"Do you want me?" he asked wanting to convince him that this was indeed happening.

"Yes." you breathed, hands grabbing the hem of his shirt and raising it up slightly to see the well toned abs you have always imagined. "I want you."

Without wasting a single second, Naruto pulled the shirt of your body, braless breasts escaping their confinement, teeth biting on his lower lip as he did nothing but to stare at you. Out of pure instinct, arms shot up to cover yourself, the intensity of his gaze throwing you off.

"Please, love." Naruto said wrapping his fingers around your wrists, pulling your arms away and placing them above your head, eyes darting from yours to your breasts and back up. "You're perfect."

The shiver that shocked your body had him chuckle softly, fingers trailing down from your neck, down the collarbone, slowly going in between your breasts, pinching playfully the skin of your belly before reaching the hem of your shorts. Holding your breath, Naruto pulled them off, throwing them on the floor, before making the panties disappear as well, leaving you exposed in your entirety. Once he spend enough time taking in the nakedness of your form, a satisfied smile gracing his lips, tongue wetting them with hunger, Naruto took a step in front of the bed and you placed your foot on his lower abdomen.

"Off." you said biting your inner cheek. "All of it."

He let out a colorful laugh that pulled yours out as well, completely drunk on how powerful you felt seeing him so mesmerized by your body. It was easily noticeable that you took over his mind fully, nothing else occupying his brain but your nakedness and willingness to be his. A gasp left your lungs seeing him bare right before your eyes for the first time in your life, eyes moving away from his face, a lustful smirk tugging at his lips, and down his chest, mesmerized by every single muscle this man's body revealed before you, licking your lips as your gaze danced down the abs and going straight for what you have always been curious about. Eyebrows shooting up slightly in obvious surprise, you swallowed hard realizing the size of his cock, staring at it as it was throbbing in all its might right before your eyes. A deep sigh rolled off your lips that was muffled by his lips, Naruto quick as always in his movements, hovering over you and kissing the life out of you, teeth pulling at your lower lip slightly earning him the first moan of the night. One of his hands went in between your breasts, fingers softly trailing their outline before moving to cup one of them, digging into its flesh and you gasped into his mouth. The kiss intensified, arms resting on his back, nails grazing the skin so softly it had him arch slightly much to your surprise. Pulling away from your lips and leaving your gasping for air, Naruto trailed hot, wet kisses along the jaw, working his way down your neck while his hands cupped both of your breasts, squeezing and playing with them, pulling shivers out of you with a deep satisfaction. A high pitched moan bounced off the walls of the bedroom the moment his lips locked on one of your hardened buds, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while paying equal attention to the other as well. As he worked both of your sensitive breasts, saliva smeared all over them as you gasped for air, his other hand traveled right in between your legs and you jumped slightly with Naruto smiling against your skin. Two of his fingers spread your pussy lips open, middle finger exploring the hotness of the area, wetness dripping all over his hand. A violent spasm rocked your body as he trapped your clit in between his index and middle finger, pressing it in between them and your back arched, hips moving instinctively.

"You're so wet for me, baby." Naruto purred moving away from your chest, swollen nipples glistening into the faint moonlight, as he kneeled in front of the bed looking directly into your exposed pussy and licking his lips. "You really wanted me."

"Yes!" you moaned as with one hand he spread your lips while the other explored everything it had to offer. "God, yes!"

Pinching softly the bundle of nerves that held your sanity, Naruto smirked seeing your inviting pussy clenching around nothing, knowing how much you wanted him to ravage your body, to truly make you his. Muttering a 'fuck', he kept you open as he laid his tongue flat against your wetness, a relieved sigh leaving you, before dragging it up along the opening, tip of the tongue flicking your clit and you jumped upwards slightly from the pressure. Naruto realized you weren't one to stay in one place when the pleasure consumed you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs locking you in place completely, your hands gripping the sheets the moment his lips sucked on your sweet bundle of nerves, a loud moan slipping away. Tongue moved expertly in between your wet folds, drinking in any bit of sweetness you offered him, daring to push it into your pussy, the tip of his nose applying that delicious pressure on the clitoris that had you roll your eyes into the back of your head. Picking up the speed, adjusting to your body's movements, the first finger went in, squeezing him enough for a low growl to vibrate against your pussy. Your hips started moving without even thinking, pushing yourself into his face, hands reaching to grip his hair and provide you with leverage to grind against him. Naruto watched every single one of your reactions, completely drunk on the sweetness of your pussy, wanting to have you come first before having his way with you. Another finger went in, both curving up and bumping against the spot that was going to have you spill into his open mouth. Pumping them in and out of you, tongue swirling around, flicking your clit, working its way around your folds before sucking on the bundle of nerves with fervor. Body spasms multiplying by the second as he felt the swollen spot, fingers dragging in and out, the clenching of your pussy suffocating them, he smirked knowing how close your were.

"Cum for me, baby." Naruto spoke against your pussy, the vibrations shooting right into your core. "Let me taste you."

Hips rolling against his fingers, gasps and whimpers rolling off your pretty, pouty lips as Naruto brought you to the edge by biting softly on your swollen clit. Tightening the grip on his hair, your mouth opened widely, a scream erupted, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you spilled your orgasm all over him, the sounds of Naruto's mouth collecting his reward having your body trembling violently, toes curled in exquisite pleasure. Fingers worked slowly, allowing you to ride the release before pulling them out with a pop.

"As I thought." Naruto smiled with satisfaction as you watched him sucking yourself off his fingers, pussy clenching again at the sight. "Absolutely delicious."

Climbing into the bed, Naruto pulled you after him easily, you were still coming off of your high as you were placed on his lap, legs straddling his waist. The image before you had your mind and heart racing. Naruto's blue eyes darkened, lust flashing in them for you to see, a faint blush pinching his cheeks while his puffy lips were smeared with your cum. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Naruto pulled you into a deep kiss while squeezing the fat of your thighs, the sweet taste of your release now spread all over your lips, him feeding you with your own cum. Moaning into his mouth, you could feel his cock twitching under you, touching your clit patiently. Your hand traveled along his abdomen before wrapping your fingers around his hard cock, squeezing it a bit and Naruto groaned into your mouth. Thumb spreading the pre-cum along the tip, you lifted your hips and glided the cockhead in between your folds to lubricate it with your own wetness.

"Fuck." Naruto gasped, teeth clenching around your lower lip. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"I want you." you replied with a playful smile. "This is me wanting you. As deep as possible."

Naruto eyed you slightly taken back at your boldness as he knew you did not used to be so straightforward. He found himself incredibly pleasured by the sight of your hand around his cock, teasing both with it as you kept it placed at the entrance of your sweetness. His hands moved up on your waist, gripping it tightly as he loved the way your curves were especially obvious in that area, flowing perfectly into the thickness of your hips and ass.

"Take me, baby." Naruto purred against your before stealing a kiss. "I'm yours."

You pulled yourself backwards a bit, hands gripping his broad shoulders, muscles flexing under your touch as you let your body sink slowly on the cock that was sure to stretch you out exactly the way you always wished for. Sinking on it, ever so slowly, as he watched your lips sucking him in, beads of sweat already forming on your back from the hot sting. You allowed yourself to tease the both of you, keeping the cockhead tightly wrapped right past the muscle ring, clenching on it willingly as Naruto's head fell backwards, gasps filling the air. It felt so good with only the tip, you wondered how it will be with all of it inside of you, to the hilt. Pushing yourself up, his cock escaped the warmth of your pussy and he whimpered. The Seventh Hokage whimpered like a baby for your pussy and such a deep satisfaction overcame you that you rewarded him by sinking yourself back again. This time you pushed past the stinging and the painful stretch it caused, an immense pleasure ripping throughout your body as you pushed yourself down. And down. And down. And down. Naruto's flushed face had you smile playfully, sitting on him completely, cock twitching inside and you moaned at the sensation.

"T-too good!" you gasped as the simple feeling of him being inside of you pushing you to the edge.

Naruto pushed you up by the waist, squeezing harder than before and your eyes melted into each other's, immediately reading his intentions, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you braced. Before you could even take a breath, he slammed you roughly on his dick, a scream rupturing from your lungs as it hit so deep you almost came on the spot. Mind dizzy, lips parted slightly, drunk completely with him, with his cock, his scent and the scents of sex filling the bedroom, you lifted your hips again and thrusted him inside of you. Slowly, still adjusting his size, you bounced yourself up and down as you could see his eyes trying to take in the entire image: saliva gathered into the corners of your mouth from the pleasure, tits bouncing on the rhythm of the movements, pussy sucking him in deliciously, perfectly, beyond anything he had fantasized before. Picking up the pace, you started shivering from the pleasure and his ability to reach places no one could before.

"GOD!" you moaned as you dropped hard on him, cock hitting the deepest spot in your pussy.

"Not God, baby." Naruto chuckled wrapping one of his hands around your neck and pulling you forward, back arching by instinct. "Just me."

Sinking down against the headboard of the bed, Naruto pulled you forward, lips brushing against each other as he held tightly on your neck, nipples brushing his chest enough to arouse you even more, your knees digging into the mattress while he bent his upwards creating the perfect angle to pound into you.

"Your pussy was made for my cock." Naruto whispered stealing short kisses while applying the necessary pressure on your neck that had you clenching around him constantly. "You wanted me? You're mine."

The other hand grabbed your hip, cock sliding out of you up to the tip before Naruto pushed himself into you with such force you let out a chocked out scream. It was the moment where you truly gave up control, his cock fucking itself into you with fast and rough repeated thrusts that had you completely weak for this man. Letting go of your neck, arms wrapped around him, nails scratching his back with the purpose of sending him home with a gift, the possessiveness overcoming you, lips latching on the skin of his neck, in the most exposed spot as you started sucking on it which had him moaning loudly, pussy mercilessly devouring his cock, a heavy palm landing on your ass cheek.

"You want to get me in trouble?" Naruto laughed dangerously.

"F-Fuck!" you moaned, his hips slamming against your ass furiously. "Yes!"

"Then do it, baby." Naruto's deep, husky voice whispered into your ear. "Fill me up with your mark."

His words traveled at the speed of light throughout your body, lips founding another spot on which you could inflict the purple mark enough to be visible for every single person to see. You were not thinking straight anymore, letting out only moans and dirty words spill out of your mouth as his cock abused your pussy, hitting the cervix with such precision it was astonishing. Naruto's arms wrapped around your waist tightly to keep you in place, in the perfect angle that could split you open, ramming his throbbing cock into you, fucking you completely dumb, the squelching sounds of your pussy spilling all over him driving you both insane. He absolutely adored the sounds he could pull out of you, the sounds of your pussy sucking his cock in, the sounds he was making because of you. All of it was because of you.

"N-Naruto!" you moaned loudly, turning almost into a scream. "S-so g-goo-good .. so .. so .. R-right th-AH-there!"

"My God, baby!" Naruto groaned as your pussy started tightening, his lips finding your neck to offer you the same treatment. "Such a fucking perfect pussy!"

"O-only f-for youuuu!" you moaned again and again and again, desperate from the pleasure.

You were so incredibly wet, Naruto could feel the sheets completely drenched under him as all the arousal kept spilling out of your pussy, coating his cock with the most delicious taste he has ever experienced. His lips were caught by yours into a feral kiss that had his knees trembling, moaning into his mouth, skins slapping against each other and you clenched. Harder than before, tighter than before which meant that you were close. Naruto brought one of his hands in between your legs, palm circling on your clit, increasing the pace of his cock so much he knew he was close to straining the muscles of his thighs, fingers keeping open your folds. You were the most perfect woman he has ever had in his bed.

"B-baby .. b-ba-AHH-by!" you kept moaning, tonality turning high pitched as seconds went by.

"Yes, yes." Naruto felt you closing on him, suffocating his cock with your delicious pussy. "Cum on my cock, baby."

Tightening your arms around his neck, cheek pressing against his, mouth spilling moans directly into his ear, you clenched with such force he let out the loudest moan you have ever heard. This time you came even more violently than before, entire body going through spasms and shivers, hips rolling to meet his thrusts half way. Your release spilled with a deep pressure all over Naruto's hard cock, slipping right past it and drenching his thighs even more than before. Body going limp into his arms, he placed kisses all over your face, capturing your lips into a deep kiss, tongues massaging each other.

"So good, love." Naruto purred into your ear, erratic breathing appearing as a sign that he was about to cum as well. "So perfect for me."

"Fill me up, baby." you whispered into his ear, the last of your force being used to pull at his earlobe, tongue flicking it.

Sliding his cock along the insides of your oversensitive pussy at an aggressive speed, he used your body as he saw fit, bullying himself into you again and again, sloppy thrusts pushing your cum back inside, splashing it all over the bed, and Naruto gritted his teeth, pulling back to kiss you. With another deep thrust that hit far back, your teeth clenching around his lower lip and he hissed, cock twitching inside the warmth of your gummy walls before spilling his hot, sticky seed into you. Relaxing, Naruto rode out his high with slow thrusts, pushing his cum deep into you where it belonged, some spilling down his cock. Panting heavily, you both remained entangled while catching your breaths and you pulled back cupping his face.

"You're mine." you said as you shamelessly pushed the guilt back to wherever it came from.

"I am yours." Naruto smiled kissing you. "Forever, baby."

After slow kisses were planted on your puffy lips, Naruto slid out of you and picked you up, carrying your tired body into the bathroom. He wanted to bathe with you before stuffing you full again and again until the sun would creep through the curtains and fall asleep into each other's arms. For the rest of your lives.

After all, you were the one that got away.

❈❈

"Dear Naruto,

Oh, who am I lying with such introduction? My love .. By the time you wake up, I will be on my way towards the Sand Village. I watched you peacefully sleep into my bed and that is when I truly realized how unhappy your were in your own home. You came to me for salvation, for that love we always wondered when young if it truly exists. I can say from the bottom of my heart that it does.

How do I know? Because I can feel my love for you. Because I can feel your love for me.

However, I do not want to be the reason for which your family breaks. I want to be the reason for your love and happiness forever. That can mean only one thing.

Naruto, leave her because you truly feel unhappy in your marriage and not because I appeared again into your life. Such decision takes serious thinking which I know you do not always have. But now? Now is the time to truly and deeply think: If I hadn't come back, would you have stayed in the marriage? If the answer is yes, it means that I was the reason for breaking you up. If the answer is no, it means that it is time for you to choose yourself, to be happy.

Come find me once you are completely sure of your resolve and feelings, no matter what the answer is. A family is more important than anything. Your happiness is my happiness no matter the choice. I will wait for your for a lifetime if needed. After all, you were the one that got away. Love, Y/N"

Naruto held the letter he found on the nightstand three days ago after he woke up and you were not there. Opening the door of his home, he read once again the words he already memorized, and walked inside.

"Hinata?" Naruto called losing the shoes.

"You're home." his wife smiled greeting him.

"We need to talk." Naruto said expressionless while folding the letter and placing it into the back pocket of his pants. "It's time."

After all, you were the one that got away.

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prince & princess — adrian pucey x fem!reader, soulmate au

Summary: Adrian Pucey and Y/N Y/L/N never got along; everyone knew that. But no one exactly knew why. Heck, even Y/N didn’t know why the Slytherin chaser was out to get her from day one. She wished to simply ignore him until graduation, but fate had other plans.

Warnings: some angst

Notes: soulmate au (share the same mark), reader uses she/her pronouns, sorted into Slytherin, two years older than golden trio, shorter than Adiran, no other physical traits mentioned I believe?

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: this is kinda different from my other fic so i hope y’all still enjoy! I was determined to post this by midnight but it’s 12:20am now so fail but also win bc i finished so?? i did a fast proofread so sorry for any typos :-)

First Year

The happiness was radiating from Y/N as she walked through the doors of the Great Hall. She had heard so many stories of Hogwarts growing up, it seemed too good to be true. This was the place where young witches and wizards learned the true extent of their powers. This was the place where her dad met his best friend, who was practically like an uncle to her and all his kids like cousins. This was the place where her mother played quidditch as seeker and went on to win the Quidditch Cup three years in a row. Most importantly, this was the place her parents met and fell in love.

They had been destined together since the beginning. A symbol, unique to each pair of soulmates, marked on their bodies. A symbol that would be the only clue given to help find the person fate put you with. As a young witch, Y/N begged her mom to tell her the story of how she and her dad met. It gave her hope to find a love like theirs one day. She would fantasize for hours about the surreal feeling of being in love with someone who was completely and utterly made for you. Standing here now, waiting to the sorted, her love story would finally start.

“Y/L/N, Y/N!”

She inhaled sharply, walking forward to the lone stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and started to fill her mind with its thoughts.

“What a lovely, young witch we have here. Quite smart, yes. Set on finding your soulmate... Works with what has been given. You’ll do best in...”

“SLYTHERIN!” The table with green and silver colors erupted with cheers. Y/N smiled greatly as she sat down, matching the same expression of those around her. After the ceremony had ended and the feast began, she turned to the young boy who sat next to her. She hoped to make some friends and start the latest chapter in her life off right. Not to mention, he was cute and anyone here could be her soulmate.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” she said welcomingly, extending her hand for him to shake. The boy turned, looking at her, then at her hand. It took him a second, but he finally shook her hand and said two simple words,

“Adrian Pucey.”

Second Year

A year went by and what appeared to be the start of a friendship turned the complete other way around. Adrian Pucey teased and hexed Y/N non-stop. He was like a rock stuck in her shoe all day, a papercut in-between her fingers, a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans that seemed to have no good flavours, not a single one. It was just enough to inconvenience her, but not enough to ruin her day.

“Oi, Y/L/N!” She didn’t even have to turn around to know who was calling after her.

“What do you want, Pucey?” she replied, frowning. She was actually having a great day, he had not talked to her all day. “Can’t say that now though, can I?” she thought. He came running to her, clearly out of breath.

"Hold these!" he griped, shoving something towards her.

"What?! No way," she exclaimed back, pushing his hands away.

"I need you to take them now! Just for a second." He took her hand and forced her to hold whatever he had. Just as she was about to give them back, he ran past her and into another corridor.

"Miss Y/L/N... This is not how Slytherins are supposed to act. Detention, tomorrow at 7pm. Any talkback and I'll make it a whole week." She looked back in front of her and saw Professor Snape walking towards her. That’s when she finally noticed what Adrian had shoved into her hands: dungbombs. That little snake! Why is he always out to get me?!

Third Year

A new year and Adrian Pucey was still just as determined as the last two to mess with Y/N. She matched his determination and vowed one boy would not mess up her entire school experience. Her mother played quidditch during her Hogwarts and she wanted to do the same. That leads her to where she was now: the quidditch pitch for Slytherin tryouts. Unfortunately, Adrian had similar plans.

"Come to cheer me on, Y/L/N?" he asked with a smirk. She glared at him, giving him the look of "Really? What do you think?"

"No, Pucey, I'm trying out for the team," she stated obviously.

"Well, you might as well leave now. I'm clearly going to be the new chaser," he boasted. She rolled her eyes at his arrogance. Who knew a 13-year-old could be so full of themselves?

"I'm not going after chaser, I play keeper." Before he could comment, Flint, the new captain of the Slytherin team, called everyone together and discussed how tryouts would go. She was up against another third year for keeper, Miles Bletchley. Despite practicing all summer with her mom, Y/N still couldn’t shake the nerves off. She pushed off of the ground and flew into position at the hoops, Bletchley matching her movements and taking the other side. Taking turns, the current and recruiting chasers got a chance to score against her. She managed to save 9 out of 10 shots. Much to her disliking, the 1 goal that made it through was from none other than Adrian Pucey. Bletchley only managed to save 4. Flint ran a few more exercises with the chasers before calling all of them to the ground.

“I don’t even need to think after seeing how you lot performed out there. Keeper goes to Y/L/N, chaser to Pucey. Practice starts on Monday. The rest of you, don’t even bother trying out next year unless you improve by some bloody miracle,” Flint announced. Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. However, the sweet sensation was abruptly cut short when reality set in.

“Best get used to me, princess. Looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of more time together,” Pucey whispered to her as he walked by. She froze in her spot, baffled at the new nickname he had just called her. Just the other week, she was talking in the Great Hall with her roommates, exclaiming how as a little girl, she dressed up as a princess almost every Halloween. She wanted a fairytale ending just like all the princesses did. And not that she would dare mention this in an such open space, but this was directly influenced by her soulmate mark being a crown on her abdomen, right above her hip bone. Adrian clearly planned to use this new knowledge against her. She turned around and “accidentally” shoved past him as she walked into the charging rooms.

This was the first time Adrian Pucey called her princess and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

Fourth Year

It was dumb to be crying over this, but after one of the most stressful weeks of her life, Y/N couldn’t help but cry when she learned yet another one of her friends found their soulmate. Of course, everyone but her was finding theirs, the girl whose spent her whole life dreaming of her soulmate. How could fate be so cruel and sweet at the same time?

Y/N stared into the Black Lake, lost in thought as someone sat down next to her. They cleared their throat and Y/N snapped back into reality. She frowned as she took in the boy next to her.

“Look, Pucey, I’m not really in the mood right now,” she said, attempting to wipe her tears away from his view.

“I-I was just headed inside and saw you, it’s getting late,” he motioned to the last bit of sun peeking out in the horizon. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” His words were filled with sincerity.

“Oh,” she mumbled. She was shocked, not knowing what to say to his profound kindness. This wasn’t Adrian’s normal behavior.

“So, are you? Are you okay?” Y/N looked into his eyes, trying to find anything that would tell her he was joking right now. She couldn’t.

“Uh, not really, but it doesn’t matter. It’s none of your business,” she snapped back. Y/N had to remember who she was talking to. He may seem nice right now, but he had been hell any other time.

“Is about Ruth and her soulmate?” She looked back at him, stunned. “Sorry, you guys are kinda loud during meals and I saw how you reacted,” he spoke hesitantly.

“I’m shocked you were able to put that all together, or even cared for that matter,” she said, something in her wanting to speak honestly.

“I’m not a total arse, princess,” he laughed, easing the tension.

“I would beg to differ,” she joked back. Am I actually having a conversation with Adrian Pucey, like a normal conversation? What is Merlin’s name is happening?

“So, was I correct then? About the soulmate thing?” he asked.

“I’m not going to tell you, Pucey. You’ll just find some way to tease me about it.”

“I won’t, cross my heart and hope to die,” he whispered, evening doing the “x” motion with his finger across his heart. She stared at him hesitantly. What else do I have to lose, honestly?

“Fine, you were correct. The only thing I really want to do in life is find my soulmate, but that seems to never be happening. So yeah, it fucking sucks seeing my friends find theirs. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She didn’t mean be so crude with him, but to be fair, she did tell him she wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m sure you’ll find them, it’s only fo-” Adiran began to speak, but got cut off by Filch yelling at them for being out on school grounds past curfew. The two walked back to the common room in silence, never speaking of that interaction again. Adrian went back to his normal tactics, as if it never happened. Y/N thought about it every now and then, wondering why he had been so kind, but she would just be left as confused as the day it happened.

Fifth Year

This was when things started to truly get messy. Some newfound confidence, a growth spurt from both parties, and conflicted feelings were not a good mix together.

Y/N sat in her first potions lesson of the year, waiting for Professor Snape to walk in and begin. Luckily, she had her roommates to help keep her company. They are started to gossip about the latest people who found their soulmates over the summer. Of course, Y/N had no luck in her search so far. She had no clue it was this difficult to find them, especially when the mark is in a place often hidden by clothing. One of her roommates nudged her, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Rumor has it that there’s a fellow fifth year boy with a crown mark,” Ruth exclaimed. Her eyes widened in shock. Ruth was always the one with the latest news, she somehow knew everything.

“You’re joking! Who? What?! When? W-where did you hear this?” she asked rapidly.

“Relax! I don’t know much, some sixth year Ravenclaw was talking about it on the way to Transfiguration yesterday,” she explained. She groaned in response. This rumor barely helped in her search and that’s all it was too: a rumor.

“Settle down,” Professor Snape called out, bringing everyone’s attention to the front. He looked around the room.

“These seats certainly won’t do if I expect any actual work to get done. Your new pairs are on the board. I expect a presentable Draught of Peace by the end of class,” he said, flickering his wand ever so slightly. Chalk moved swiftly across the board, listing off who would work with who. She read the line with her name: Y/L/N, Pucey. She groaned in response and hit her head down on the desk.

“Why, Merlin? Why,” she muttered. Her roommates laughed and wished her luck before heading off. They certainly knew her frustration about the Slytherin boy.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t it my favorite princess?” a voice beside her spoke. The voice was familiar, but now deeper? Y/N looked up at him. Oh Merlin, she thought. Adrian definitely had a growth spurt over the summer. She was once the same height, but now it seemed like he towered over her. All his features were finally filling in and it was clear the universe definitely spent some time on him. Not to mention, a good haircut, or lack thereof, does wonders. A subtle grown-out haircut is what she had always pictured her soulmate to have. Y/N, get it together! This is Adrian Pucey you’re thinking about, the guy who’s had it against you since first year! She shook the thoughts away before Adrian could notice her staring.

“I’ll get the ingredients, you find the recipe,” she stated quickly, getting up before he could argue. She took her time before returning to her inevitable partner. Adrian started to prepare the cauldron as she crushed up the moonstone. They worked in peace for a few minutes, thankfully, before he decided to say something.

“Do you reckon we’re partners for just today or the whole school year?” he piped up, glancing at her.

“I think I’d rather be a squib than be your potions partner for a year,” she retorted. This year, she was not gonna let him get away with messing with her. She suffered long enough from his tactics, it was time to fight back. She added the syrup of hellebore after the moonstone, waiting for the potion to turn turquoise.

“Ouch, finally snapping back I see. I like it, just another one of the many ways you’ve changed this summer,” he said with a smirk, looking at her. She sees his eyes flicker up and down her body. She turned away before he could see her blush. Did he really just say that? This was Adrian Pucey, right? The boy who’s hated her since first year and not just some rando on polyjuice? She put away her wonders and focused back on the potion. She was never the best at the class and could not mess up anymore, especially with OWLs this year.

“Next, add the powdered porcupine quills and stir clockwise 7 times,” she read out loud from the recipe.

“No, it said counterclockwise when I read it,” Adrian exclaimed. Before she could correct him, he stirred in the opposite direction which resulted in the potion bubbling immensely before ultimately exploding everywhere. She shrieked at the sudden outburst.

“You bloody idiot! I said clockwise for a reason,” she griped at him. He mumbled a quick and quiet “sorry.”

“Miss Y/L/N and Mister Pucey, detention both of you. Tonight. You’ll be cleaning up this mess along with all the other cauldrons without magic,” Professor Snape declared.

“You know, you could have just asked if you wanted some alone time together,” Adrian whispered into her ear. She shrived at the sudden proximity between the two of them and his new profound boldness. This year was going to be rough.

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“Seeing as it’s your fifth year, it’s time to revisit the subject of Boggarts. I would like you all to discuss with each other what you experience in your third year while I do some last minute preparations for our lesson,” Professor Lupin exclaimed. The fifth years jumped as the dresser in front of them jumped and rattled. Lupin had proved himself worthy over the year so far, but they still didn’t trust whatever was in that dresser.

“You can hold my hand if you’re scared, princess,” Adrian joked. “Let’s not forget what happened last time.” Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at the Slytherin boy. She could tell he was referring to how she almost burst into tears when it was her turn to fight the boggart and Professor Quirrell had to pull her aside.

“Oh yes, let’s not! I would never dare forget how you shrieked when it turned into a clown and chased you around the room,” she laughed, thinking about young Adrian frantically running around while Quirrell tried to catch the boggart.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, princess,” he said, hiding a smile.

“Maybe this lesson will jog your memory, I would love to relive that moment again.”

“You think you’ll see the same thing as last time?” he looked down at her as he spoke. Y/N wanted to say another joke, but she looked back up at him and was suddenly aware of how close he was standing next to her.

“Uh, I-I’m not really sure. I didn’t have a chance to see what it actually was last time. There’s a good chance it’ll be this one thing, but I’m really hoping it doesn’t turn into that,” she laughed dryly, trying to not make it awkward. Y/N knew damn what it would, the fear of being alone and not having a soulmate, but she couldn’t admit it out loud, especially to Adrian.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, you’re tough. But if not, I’ll be right behind you, princess,” he winked, nudging her. Y/N laughed and nudged him back. The two had fallen into this type of banter over the year, not exactly being friends, but not exactly being enemies. Y/N wasn’t where they stood with each other, but as her turn got closer, she started to gravity more towards Adrian, her arm slightly brushing his for a sense of comfort. Adrian didn’t dare look at her, instead just smiled to himself about the subtle touch.

Sixth Year

The Start-Of-Term feast hadn’t even begun before Adrian Pucey decided to go back to his familiar habits. Y/N glanced around the Great Hall, seeing some old and new faces, before catching Adrian’s eye. He sent her a wink, and she stuck her tongue out in response, making sure to turn away before he could notice her blushing. Over fifth year, it was hard to not fall for him, at least just a little bit. He constantly flirted with her while somehow still teasing her and making her life inconvenient in any way possible. How could a boy be so confusing? Her roommates were not blind to her new feelings, especially with how often she “complained” about him.

“Y/N! Please, classes haven’t even started yet,” Annabel groaned. She looked at her roommate confused. Annabel laughed at her bewilderment,

“Oh, please! We all just saw that look you just shared with Pucey. Just admit you like him already so we don’t have a repeat of last year.” Her two other roommates murmured in agreement.

“What?! I do not like him. He’s been an arse since first year, why would I like him? That’s completely barbaric,” she explained, rolling her eyes at her roommates’ delusions.

“Well something is obviously going on! If you can’t admit it, don’t come complaining to us,” Ruth retorted. Y/N muttered a quick disagreement before dropping the subject and turning back to Dumbledore to start the feast. There was no way I could actually like Arian Pucey, right?

The feast continued on and the news of the Triwizard Tournament was buzzing about the castle. The idea of two foreign schools joining them was exciting. The potential new people, chance for eternal glory, the Yule Ball. It was enough to make anyone look forward to the school year. Of course, being a sixth year, Y/N and her roommates could not compete. It was obvious some students did not like this rule, but it didn’t bother her much. She always preferred to watch from the sidelines away.

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The first task flew by and soon, it would be time for the Yule Ball. Y/N chatted with her roommates on their way to Potions, each discussing their dates or what they would wear. They reached the classroom’s door and Y/N parted ways from the rest of the girls. Snape thought it would be a good idea to keep the pairs from last year so she was stuck with Adrian again, but she didn’t mind it as much this time. He was already in his sit as she set her stuff down.

“Morning, how’s the princess’s day so far?” he questioned, looking at her.

“Hi, Pucey. Uh, it’s been fine I guess, can’t complain, yourself?” she replied as she got her books book out. She glanced over at him, his signature smile across his face.

“A lot better now that you’re here.” Y/N gave him a small smile, not knowing exactly what to say.

“The Yule Ball’s in a few weeks, you got a date?”

“Oh, uh actually I do,” answered, unsure why he was asking about this.

“Wait, really? Who?” he said, brows burrowed in confusion. Y/N could hear a bit of angry in his voice, but she pushed the thought away, she was surely just imagining it.

“Lawson, Edward Lawson. You might know him, he’s seventh year chaser for the Hufflepuff team.” Adrian’s jaw went tense. Now she definitely saw that, no imagining about it.

“If you wanted to go with a chaser, you could have just gone with me, you know?” he said, winking at her.

“In your dreams, Pucey,” Y/N retorted, glancing back at the boy whose eyes never seemed to leave her.

“Oh, you have no idea, princess,” he mumbled. “Look, if you ever manage to escape the bloody bloke, save me a dance, will ya?” he exclaimed with a smirk. Luckily Professor Snape walked in and started the lesson before she got to respond. She had no clue how to respond to that.

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Y/N sat in her room, perfecting the final touches of her hair and makeup. She was excited for the Yule Ball, but something felt off. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, though. She was surrounded by her friends, all getting ready and eagerly chatting. Soon, she would go downstairs and meet her very nice date. There was no reason not to be happy.

Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror, the girl looking back didn’t seem real. Her dress was better than her could ever imagine, and Annabel had truly outdone herself on the hair and makeup. She smiled, feeling at peace.

“You are going to knock him all off his feet, Y/N,” Ruth exclaimed. She changed her focus from herself to the other girl in the mirror.

“It’s so surreal, you know?”

“Edward isn’t going to be the only boy taken back. Who wants to bet Adrian won’t leave her alone tonight?” Annabel laughed as she put in her earrings. The other girls murmured along in agreeance. She rolled her eyes at her.

“You all are delusional, the boy has hated me since first year. And even if he didn’t, I do! I don’t care how much flirting he does! I’ll murder him if he gets in the way tonight.”

“You say that, but yet here you are in an evergreen dress, which happens to be Adrian’s favorite color. Down to the exact shade,” Annabel observed. Y/N gave her a shape glare, deciding not to retort back and make things worse.

The other girls were finally ready and they all went downstairs. The others had all found their dates, but Edward was no were to be seen. Instead of making a scene, Y/N told Ruth she forgot something upstairs and they should go on without her before it gets too late. She gave her an odd look, but agreed, leaving her be.

Her heart raced at the idea of being stood up. It had been 10 minutes past the arranged meet up time. Was this some kind of sick joke? Was this his plan along?

“You can’t think like this, Y/N. This night will not get ruined,” she muttered to yourself. She took a deep breath and made her way out the common room. She walked towards the Great Hall and saw Cedric Diggory, along with his date, Cho Chang. They looked amazing together.

“Diggory! So sorry to bother you, but have you seen Edward? He didn’t come down to the Dungeons to pick me up like we discussed,” she frowned as she spoke. His eyes widened as he saw her. Cedric was friends and on the quidditch team with Edward.

“Oh, uh.. Y-Y/N. I didn’t expect you here. A-about that...” He looked tense as talked. She tilted her head in confusion.

“Um, he’s not coming anymore.” Y/N’s heart dropped.

“What do you mean he’s not coming?”

“Well, you see. Please don’t get mad, I know how you two are, but Pucey may have threatened Edward and said if he took you to the Ball, it would be the last thing he ever did. Edward could barely tell me what happened after it. He really did want to come! He was so excited to be your date, but you know how Pucey can be when it comes to guys interested in you,” he explained quickly. Her world came to a halting stop as she processed what Cedric had just said.

“W-what?” It barely came out as a whisper, tears already threatening to escape.

“I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“Oh, um, thank you for letting me know. Please tell Edward I’m sorry. I had no clue this would happen. Sorry for bothering you once again, I hope you two have fun,” she utterly, leaving before they saw her completely breakdown. They smiled awkwardly at her and waved goodbye.

Thoughts raced around her head as she glanced throughout the crowed corridor. How could he do this? This was by far the cruelest thing he has ever done. What did Cedric even mean by “you know how Pucey can be when it comes to guys interested in you?” Had Adrian been the sole reason why it seemed like no guy at Hogwarts liked me? Her head started to feel dizzy with all the confusion. She stumbled her way outside, hoping the fresh air would help. She sat on the steps, too stunned to do anything else. She heard the sound of footsteps from behind her.

“Where’s the date, Y/L/N?” he teased. Y/N lifted her head and looked back at boy who has ridiculed her nonstop since first year. Rage took over her body.

“You. Complete. Fucking. Arse,” she uttered as she shoved him back. “Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy seeing me in fucking pain and then teasing me about it? Seriously, what is your problem?!” He was taken back from her sudden outburst. There was no holding back now.

“You’ve hated me since first year, Pucey! I’ve put up with your bullshit since first year. I put up with it year after year, but this is the last straw. The one thing I will not let you mess with is my fucking love life. How dare you ruin my night, the one night a guy finally shows some fucking interest in me! You KNOW how much the idea of meeting my soulmate means to me. Diggory said you’ve threatened every guy who’s ever been interested in me. Is that true?!” Y/N yelled, not caring who could hear her. Adrian was too stunned to speak.

“IS IT FUCKING TRUE?” she yelled impatiently. Tears had been rushing down her face at this point. Adrian never intended for this to happen.

“Yes, but Y/N lo-”

“Bloody hell, you are fucking pathetic, Pucey. Never talk to me again or I’ll go to the headmaster about this and make sure you will never talk to me, or let alone see me.” Her voice cracked with heartbreak as she spoke. Never in the six years of knowing him did she think Adrian would swoop this low. She shoved past him and didn’t look back as he called her name. As soon as she made it to her room, she cried and sobbed until there were no more tears.

Adrian Pucey had finally broke Y/N Y/L/N.

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It had been one month since that night. Adrain upheld Y/N’s word and hadn’t spoke to her since. No snappy remarks, no flirting, no ‘princess’s, not even so much as a glance. Part of her was relieved he listened to her, but the other part of her couldn’t help but miss his presence. It added variety to her day. Now, all the days seemed to ruin together.

She stared at the fire in the common room, her roommates chattering next to her. She had been so absent during this time, they didn’t deserve this. Y/N hadn’t even noticed their talk turn to whispers. They looked at her cautiously.

“Y/N...” Ruth voiced gently. Y/N snapped out of her gaze and looked at her.

“Are you sure everything’s okay? I mean, you haven’t been the same since the ball. Hell, I’m even worried about Pucey. He looks just as bad as you. Please talk to us,” the girl spoke with concern. Y/N sighed, not knowing exactly what to say.

“You all know what happened. I know Pucey and I weren’t exactly friends, but what he did was unacceptable. Whatever we had, it got completely broken now. I thought I was starting to actually lik- ... I-It doesn’t matter, guys. The damage is done and I’ll be fine. Just need some more time,” she gave a weak smile after she spoke, hoping that would satisfy them for now. They looked at her wearily and started to leave for bed. She heard a chorus of goodnights and now she sat in almost silence, the only sound coming from her breathing and the crackling of the fire.

Y/N didn’t know how long she had been then, but the fire was now almost completely dead. The moon shined through the Great Lake’s water, the only source of light in the common room. The sound of footsteps took her out of her thought. Before she could even react, Adrian Pucey shuffled into the common room and sighed as he fell back into the couch opposite of her. He didn’t even notice her at first until he opened his eyes.

“I-I didn’t see you here, sorry. I’ll leave,” he voiced as he got up. Before she could even think, she started to respond.

“It’s okay, you can stay.”

“Oh.” He definitely wasn’t expecting that as an answer.

“What are you doing up? It’s late,” she expressed quietly.

“I could ask you the same thing...” he chuckled dryly. She gave a slightly smile in return.

“Can we talk?” he asked, barely above a whisper, afraid of what the girl in front of him might say. Y/N hesitated, but gave a slight nod. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t been dying to know what Adrian was thinking these past few weeks, as if that would things any better.

“I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am, Y/N. Never in the years I’ve know you did I mean to cause you harm, especially like this. I really am sorry, so so sorry. I know none of this excuses my behavior, but I just can’t seem to think straight around you. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and you make my mind go crazy and j-just when I think things are going good between us, I fuck it all up,” he breathlessly explained.

“What are you getting at, Adrian?” you asked, titling your head in confusion.

“Look, I- ... Y-you never call me Adrian.”

“Yeah, I know.” Y/N looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt anxiously.

“Oh... Uh, I completely understand if you want to never speak to me, but Y/N, please know that I like you, like a lot. When I first saw you, I was a stupid 11-year-old boy who didn’t know how to talk to girls so I just teased you instead. Then I realized you hated me and the only way to get your attention was to tease you so I just continued to do so. And oh Merlin, when I first saw you fifth year, I had no clue how I was going to survive. You make my mind go wild. I’m completely mental about you, probably worse than any love potion you could give me. A-and I know you hate me now, but I just need you to know that I really am sorry. For everything.”

“I don’t hate you, Adrian, I never did,” she voiced. He stared back at the girl in bewilderment. “I don’t know where my feelings exactly are right now, especially after hearing this, but I don’t hate you. Part of me feels like I should, but I-I just can’t for some reason. I may say it to my friends, but I never actually mean it.”

“I’ll do anything you ask you’d me to make up for this, even if it means we can just be friends. Hell, I-I’ll even go to Lawson and tell him he can go on a date with you, that he should go on a date with you, because any guy would be luckily to have you.” Y/N smiled at his sweet words.

“You don’t have to do that, Adrian. I didn’t really want to go with him, anyways,” she confessed.

“Why did you agree to go with him, then?”

“No else was asking me,” she laughed dryly, trying to ease the tension. “Was kinda hoping a certain person would ask me, but they didn’t so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She never imagined saying these things out loud, let alone to Adrian himself.

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I mean, I don’t exactly know either. I was starting to like you, I want to like you, but I don’t know if that’s what’s best anymore,” she explained. She glanced over at Adrian, his eyes never leaving hers. He had a shy smile on his face.

“I swear I’ll make it up to you, no matter what it takes,” he begged. She stared at him, seeing only sincerity in his eyes. It was hard not to smile at him. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. Y/N was so conflicted with her feelings for him. She subconsciously shivered from the coldness around her. It was the one thing Y/N didn’t like about the common room. Adrian noticed and stood up to take off his sweater.

“Here, take this. I always get too hot anyways,” he claimed as he lifted the sweater. His thin t-shirt underneath rose up with it. She started to protest, rolling her eyes before suddenly freezing. It happened all so fast, but she knew what she saw.

Adrian Pucey had the same exact crown mark as her, in the same exact place. The mark, no bigger than an inch, sat right above his hip bone on his abdomen. It felt as if the world had stopped. Y/N was too afraid to move, she stayed in place, staring at where the mark had just flashed. He handed the sweater out to her, but she did nothing.

“Y/N? Princess?” he called out. The nickname tore her out of the trance, it had been forever since she heard it. She glanced back up to his face, which was filled with concern. She subconsciously took the sweater and stared at him in bewilderment.

“I-I uh... I gotta go,” she muttered out before she ran away to her dorm. If she was thinking normally, she would have felt bad for leaving the poor boy so abruptly, but that was the last of her worries at the moment.

Adrian Pucey was her soulmate.

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“HE’S YOUR WHAT?!”

“Bloody hell, can you please not scream it to the whole Great Hall?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I cannot believe Adrian Pucey is your soulmate. Adrian! Of all people! I knew you liked him, it’s fate! What did he say when you told him?” Ruth exclaimed to her. She looked at her roommate sheepishly.

“I, uh, haven’t? I sorta ran away,” she explained, looking down in embarrassment. Annabel, who sat next her, smacked the back of her head.

“Are you dumb? This is all you have ever wanted in your entire time being here at Hogwarts and you left the poor boy. Absolutely, completely, undeniably foolish!” she rambled.

“What’s so foolish?” a deep voice said from next to them. Adrian had just joined for breakfast and was now sitting down. All the girls looked over, baffled. None of them said a thing in fear of what he all heard.

“Oh, nothing. Gotta go, see you all in class,” Y/N quickly piped and got up. She dashed out the Great Hall before anyone could say anything. Her friends avoided the confused looks from Adrian.

From that day, and the next few days, Y/N avoided Adrian like the plague. No matter how many times he tried to talk to her, she found her way out of it. She knew it was a toxic thing to do, but she needed to get her thoughts under control.

Y/N packed up her Ancient Runes work, wishing it was longer since it was one of the classes she had without Adrian. To be honest, ignoring someone was exhausting. Who knew it was so difficult to avoid someone that shared the same classes, dining table, and common room as you? Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts as someone abruptly dragged her off when she walked out of the classroom’s door. She tried to fight her way out, but whoever had her in their grip was substantially stronger than her.

“Stop fighting before you hurt yourself,” a deep voice said, one she knew all too well. That voice just made her want to fight even more.

“Adrian, let me go!”

“Not happening, princess.” Y/N accidentally ran into the boy’s tall figure as he stopped suddenly. Adrian grabbed onto her before she could fall. Or escape.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he demanded, staring her intensely.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied. Y/N refused to meet his eyes.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” She stood there silently. “Can you please just tell me what I did? Because I have been going over what happened a thousand times and I still don’t know what I did wrong. You’re driving me insane, even my roommates can tell so please, just please tell me what happened so I can fix this,” he pleaded with her. She could hear the despair in voice.

“You did nothing wrong, Adrian. If anything, it’s all my fault. So if you want to avoid me, go right ahead! Be my guest, I won’t stop you,” she said sarcastically. She tried to leave, but he stopped her. She glanced around, a few people looked at them as they argued.

“You are not leaving until we figure this out. I’m done playing games. I’ve given you a chance to explain yourself, but you’re still refusing to say it so I will. I know you saw my soulmate mark. And I told I’ve thought about what happened over and over so don’t even think about denying it, Y/N. But I-I don’t know why you’re still avoiding me, why does my mark have to do with any of this?! Is there something you know? Something you’re not telling me?! But then I don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me an-”

“IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE MY SOULMATE, ADRIAN!” she yelled at him to stop rambling. He stared at her, not believing what he had just heard.

“Is that what you wanted to hear? That you, Adrian Pucey, are my soulmate?! I’ll even show you the bloody mark!” She untucked her dress shirt so he could see. His face had the same shocked look as her’s did just a few days prior. A slight smile creeped up on his face.

“It’s you? You’re my soulmate?” he asked. Y/N continued to ramble on.

“Yes! And I really am sorry for ignoring you, I didn’t want to but I just really needed to think over everything. I’m just so confused. Yeah, what you did was fucking awful, and you thought you had it bad? How do you think I felt when I start to like the bloke who’s had it against since first year?! Merlin, you are confusing” Y/N rambled on, as if Adrian wasn’t even there. He grinned, it was always one of her traits he secretly admired from afar. “I-I thought I was gonna die fifth year in that first Potions class. Bloody hell, the universe does seem to have its favorites, it’s really unfair. Fifth year in general, don’t even get me started, I-” so he didn’t. He didn’t let her get started and kissed her instead. Y/N was taken aback at first, but soon returned the affection. He lightly placed his hands on her waist, bringing her closer to him. Y/N smiled into the kiss.

“A ‘shut up’ would have sufficed,” she joked, but still not daring to move even an inch away from the boy. Adrian laughed and smiled even wider if that was possibly.

“Yeah, but this seemed like a better way.” He rested his forehead against hers. Y/N didn’t even try to argue.

“Can I kiss you again?” he whispered. She beamed at the sweet gesture, pulling him in again as her response. Everything in the universe felt right. Their bickering and fights were merely nothing now compared to this. Y/N had read endlessly about soulmates growing up, but nothing described what she felt here now, under his touch. It was a feeling she would hope never go away.

Seventh Year

It was finally Y/N and Adrian’s last year at Hogwarts, but it would be their first year without pretending their feelings for the other didn’t exist. The end of their schooling had come so quickly, it was hard to believe honestly. Y/N sat in the common room, the fire cracking slowly. Adrian rested his head in her lap, as she read the latest muggle book her mother had given her. It became a frequent occurrence for her and Adrian to stay here until the late hours of the night. It was a time where they both felt at peace, a slight familiarity to their story’s begin.

“What are you reading, princess?” Y/N smiled at the nickname she had grown to love over the past year, it had a whole new meaning now.

“’Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen,” she replied, marking her page and looking back at the boy below her.

“Is it any good? What’s it about?” his face burrowed in wonder.

“Oh, you’ll like it. It’s about this guy and girl who completely hate each other at first, but the guy actually starts to like her, but she still hates him so it’s this whole ordeal, but in the end, they end up together and happy as ever,” she joked, bringing him up for a kiss.

“That story definitely sounds good, a little familiar too,” he laughed.

“Oh, really?” she teased. Adrian sat up and pulled her into his arms.

“Oh, for sure! Except the story I’m thinking of is called ‘Prince and Princess,’ has the Ps in the title just like your book too,” he said continuing the joke. Over the past year, Adrian had been deemed “prince” by Y/N and her friends as a response to her being called “princess.” They couldn’t help but like him now after seeing how he treated her this past year. She was the happiest she’s ever been.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of that story before, you’ll have to tell me about it.”

“It would be an honor, but I would rather show you if I’m being honest,” Adrian said, pulling her into another kiss. Y/N smiled and returned the kiss.

Y/N spent years thinking about soulmates and their stories. She still couldn’t believe how surreal things felt, but Adrian Pucey was her soulmate and that was enough for her.

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