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barsformars · 3 years

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SOULMATES AU!ATEEZ

req: hiii, idk if you are still accepting requests, but im trying anyways. How about an headcanon of ateez as types of soulmates bonds/ which type of soulmate bond will suit them? Bye have a nice dayyyy

a/n: this one is kinda just like what soulmate aus remind me of them & what i think would wanna write if it was soulmates au and them hehet i hope i interpreted the request properly lmao

ot8 / w.c 1.1k / t.w none

seonghwa

reincarnation soulmates au

look ik everyone has been hyping up the seonghwa's first life thing so it's my turn to talk about it

the soulmate au where one is immortal and the other is mortal

seonghwa is the latter

and you just watch him from afar everytime he reincarnates, only talking to him once he is of age

and isn't the thought of being with him from his first life to his,, maybe 100th life,, just so,,,, bittersweet

bittersweet because damn obviously it hurts everytime he goes

hongjoong

dreaming of your soulmate au

you're in every dream of his and his in yours anytime the two of you are asleep at the same time

dreams with each other in it always feel so warm and fuzzy and you're always having a good time with each other

and sadly, nightmares when the two of you are not together in the dreams

but thing is you always wake up remembering everything except how he looks like and what his name is; same thing goes for him

*cue draw&draw lyrics*

he misses you and he wants to 'draw' you but he doesnt even know who you are physically

yunho

you can hear your soulmates thoughts au

but when you make eye or physical contact, you can't hear those thoughts

so imagine the two of you are seated across each other on the train and the thoughts go like

"omg they have nice shoes"

"why are his hands so pretty"

and those kinda thoughts just keep going and the both of you are just laughing internally at your soulmate because like "honey, im your soulmate, not whoever you're probably drooling over right now"

and then "wait im also drooling over someone else right now,,,"

and then the both of you just decide to lift your heads to meet each other's eyes and suddenly everything is quiet!!!!!!

also imagine later on when youre in a relationship with him and the two of you are just sharing a romantic moment and it's like:

"come on, you have to say it out loud because i can't hear you right now" AND THEN BEING ALL SHY BECAUSE OF THE NON-EXISTENT DISTANCE WHILE SAYING SMTH CHEESY

yeosang

your soulmate’s face is blurry to you au

this can be kinda sad because you will never really know how each other looks

but i think the sweetness lies in that the feelings you have for each other is genuine and purely because of their personality and all

and of course physical attraction is still important to a certain extent but think this:

the both of you are so familiar with each other through touch and a lot of experiences that you just know exactly where his lips are so you can kiss him pretty effortlessly

you know exactly where his nose ends so you know how to tilt your heads when you kiss so as to not bump noses

AND because you just are that familiar with him, you can kind of form a picture of each other's faces in your heads, like you have a rough idea how big his eyes are, how widely spaced, what his eye shape is etc.

idk but that just sounds really beautiful to me despite all the inconveniences that could arise

PLUS its so easy to spot each other in crowds because only one face is blurred to you lmao

san

you have a mark wherever your soulmate first touches you au

you are very disturbed because like half of your body is marked

like so much so that it's definitely not like an accidental bump on the streets or smth

so you're just there thinking "who in the right mind would touch a stranger to this extent and why!"

until one day you're minding your business while walking around and someone runs up from behind you and literally just engulfs you into a hug while resting their head in the crook of your neck

and of course, because you're panicking, you turn your head back to look who the hell it was

AND how coincidentally,,, your lips made contact with their brow bone

he releases you when he realises that you were not the friend he was supposed to meet around here

and because your long sleeves rolled up a little, you see the mark slowing fading away, and it just clicks,, he was the one

"this is truly unfair, i gave you a cute little mark and you give me that big ass mark"

mingi

you see your soulmate's memories when you touch something they have touched before au

and fate is cruel because it always seems like one of you is always a little later than the other

like if you or him walked a little bit faster and reached the same place a little earlier, maybe the two of you would have met

until one day maybe one day mingi is keeping the change after paying at the cashier and he drops some coins

and you're behind him so you help him pick it up and you suddenly get flashes of his memories

and so does he when you hand the coins back to him

fate is so stupid sometimes but it's cute ig

wooyoung

whatever you write on your skin shows up on your soulmate's skin as well

and wooyoung being wooyoung, loves to share things that makes him happy and things that he wish you would try out as well

and so you can expect his own food recipes, or maybe some lyrics that he's been trying to write, or like ideas for his vlogs and all

let's be real, it's 2021, the two of you could really just share social media handles and meet irl easily but both of you just love the comfort of anonymity

and knowing that someone out there is always listening, or rather, reading, whatever you want to say

jongho

when your soulmate gets hurt, flowers bloom at the same exact location

i think this one's kinda cute even tho it can be scary at times i guess

like imagine both of you just wanting to bubble wrap each other up because

"I HAVE A PERFORMANCE TOMORROW YOU CAN'T GET HURT"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONE OF YOUR BUTT CHEEKS IS BLEEDING, HOW AM I GOING TO SIT NOW"

STOP BITING YOUR LIPS I DONT WANT FLOWERS ON MY LIPS"

i think it is the beauty of taking care of someone as much as you would take care of yourself or reversely, taking care of yourself as much as you wanna take care of someone else

#kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #8makes1teamnet #ateezlovenet #ficscafe #ateez headcanons #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez writings #ateez blurbs #ateez drabbles #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez angst #ateez soulmate au #requested #ateez ot8

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joonkorre · 3 years

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what canst thou give?

@drarrymicrofic prompt: caught

yall cant expect me to watch the witch (2015) and not go insane trying to fit a quote into my work. also, this is the first time i ever write something veering into the 15+ category. so. go easy on me lmao

AO3

“Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”

Draco’s breath catches in his throat.

“But only if you want to, of course. No pressure at all.”

It’s sweet, that tone, as sweet and numbing as the saliva dripping down his nape. If Draco is someone else, an unfortunate bastard even more miserable than he is, he might have believed it.

“I don’t know,” he replies, the unnatural chill on the back of his bare neck too visceral a feeling. Too real. “I think having to choose between that and rotting in a back alley is at least a little bit pressuring.”

“Not too much, though?”

“Oh, no, never.”

“Good,” Edmund whispers. At this point, Draco wouldn’t be surprised if that’s not even his real name, “good.”

Draco stays quiet. With smooth jazz crooning through the walls of bars and eateries to complete the easygoing ambiance of a mid-autumn night in Muggle London, it seems to be the least likely time of the year to find oneself bargaining for their life. But here he is.

“Now,” Draco’s pulse jackrabbits so quickly he can hear it. A delighted chuckle leaks into the night. “Your answer, please.”

When he doesn’t give one, the canines on his exposed shoulder threaten to break the skin. Unexpectedly, they lift off.

“You might want to think it through a little faster, doll,” the large hand pinning Draco’s wrists against the brick wall clenches around them, then drifts down his chest. Lays flat on his quivering stomach, a persistent pressure against Draco’s thrifted bomber jacket. “We have an audience.”

Draco sucks in the stale air with a hiss. He’s pulled his date this far into the alley because he didn’t want curious onlookers as they snog. Bad fucking idea that was. Still, the thought of strangers witnessing this horrid moment fills him with dread. They can’t do anything to help anyway, only to humiliate him even more.

“What—”

“Don’t look,” Edmund nips his ear lobe, “unless you want further mortification. You mortals are ashamed of the strangest things, I can smell it on you.”

Heat rushes through his body. Draco blinks, dizzy with… with something. He doesn’t know whether he wants to rebel, turn his head, and meet the stranger’s gaze head-on, or just rest his forehead against the grimy bricks and find reluctant comfort in Edmund’s instructions.

“What do you,” Draco murmurs, sour notes of alcohol floating back into his nose, “what do you propose I do then? Just stand here and wait for them to get lost?”

“You can make it easy for yourself and say no,” Edmund says.

Those canines are back on the base of his neck. The arm that isn’t wrapped around his middle slithers across his chest, calloused palm an anchor on his shoulder blade. Draco wonders if this looks intimate, possessive—protective, even—to their observer, when he simply feels choked. A mouse gripped within the gentle loops of a snake’s body.

“You’d look like you’re swooning in my arms while I drink from your,” the tip of Edmund’s nose travels up the length of Draco’s neck, ending at where his baby hairs are matted with cold sweat, “gorgeous, delicious essence. And it’d only take a blink of an eye. Our little voyeur would never know.”

“Merlin, can’t I have a single good date?” Draco grits out. “Just fucking say blood.”

“Oh, but you’re no fun,” Edmund says. “Being poetic has its merits, I think. Makes life interesting.”

“Life will be even more interesting when I get to live it, actually.”

The hand on his shoulder takes its time trailing to his face, and when it does, it tilts his jaw to the side. Draco’s eyes automatically slide shut.

“Oh, you will. Once you get used to the ‘undead’ part of it, life will be a joy to live.”

His hands shift against the grimy bricks, one seeking familiarity and warmth as it grips his other wrist, grounding him.

“You must’ve realized by now how anxious I am to have you by me, by us. If I’m not, I’d just pick you up from a club, drink from you, leave you behind that dumpster over there, and you’d wake up feeling hungover with no memory of me,” Edmund goes on, his face close. If Draco tries, he reckons he can swallow down the intoxicating spice of cologne wafting against his cheek. “But I’m not doing that, now, am I?”

Perhaps it’s not even cologne, perhaps it’s all Edmund.

“You see, the blood of mortals is our life force, yes, but few of them ever smell and taste like anything more than diluted shite. Blood like yours, though, that’s rare. Power like yours. That raw, untapped, repressed power hiding under masks and marks. Given enough time, enough resources, it can be brought forth, and you can prosper.

“It’d be a shame if all of what you are made of withers into nothing, don’t you think?”

Draco thinks and thinks. It’s all one can do when they’re held so firmly, quite literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple. Edmund kisses it away with false reverence, dotting another kiss behind Draco’s ear. Draco would have jolted if he has any energy left in him.

He realizes it now. Ever since the day Edmund’s gaze lingered a second too long, it was over. There is no one left to remember him, and if he ‘makes it easy’ for himself and says no, nothing will change. Sooner or later, he’d die without a purpose, alone.

What if he eliminates dying from the equation altogether?

He realizes it now. There has never been any choice.

Only one foggy, crooked path forward.

“Yes.”

Draco’s eyes open with a heavy drag, allowing in but a sliver of light. In the misty blurriness, he sees a smirk. One stark-white canine pulls the bottom lip inward, pierces through papyrus skin.

Draco’s vision darkens as red lips touch his. His nose clogs up for a brief moment, overwhelmed by the onslaught of scents and tastes. With every languid swipe of a clever tongue, copper as bitter as Charon’s obol forces its way into his mouth. A sharp needle of pain pricks his bottom lip. Draco flinches, tries to take a step back but the hand on his jaw keeps him close. One long finger sneaks into his mouth, prying it apart.

Swallowing the harsh tang of iron down, a rich, foreign sweetness floods his senses. It’s the nectar of late-June peaches and lingonberry syrup swirled in chamomile, coating his palate with a luscious glaze. A low moan escapes as his muscles relax. If it’s not for the steady hand on his stomach, Draco’s knees would have hit the dirty ground already.

“There we go,” Edmund whispers. His hands guide Draco to lean against him, back to chest, sending intermittent shivers to rack through Draco’s body. It’s cold, so cold, but he can’t pull away, just lets Edmund takes whatever he wants to take. “Good boy.”

“Don’t call me that,” Draco gathers enough of his declining wit to argue. “Sounds like you’re calling a dog.”

“Ah, you’re cute. The Sisters will adore you.”

“Sisters...” Draco says, the furrow of his brow easily smoothened by another leisurely kiss.

“Sisters,” Edmund says. The hand on Draco’s jaw edges to his neck, thick fingers adding a slight squeeze to the vulnerable valley on either side of his Adam’s apple. Draco sighs into Edmund’s mouth. “Surely you don’t think there’s only one of us out there?”

Not very certain of what to say, Draco purses his lips instead. Edmund lets out an amused hum and indulges him, sucking on his bottom lip. It’s good, so good, until it becomes sickening, like raiding the entirety of Fortescue’s stockroom. Being a creature of the night is rapidly losing its novelty.

“Okay, enough, enough, thanks,” he says, tapping the muscular arm around him and turning away. Edmund only continues his little ministration below Draco’s jaw.

He doesn’t know how long his eyes have been closed, so he opens them once more. It’s like… it’s like he’s been floating on thick water and is only recently dragged into shore. Rubbing the creak out of his neck, Draco squints.

Past Edmund’s sturdy form and angular lines, out in the main street, the thin crowd of pedestrians pass by in chattering groups and pairs. Opposite to the alley, however, one lone figure stands just out of reach of the street lamp. The yellowish light merely suggests their existence as they lean against the restaurant Draco and Edmund exited from earlier. The bright tell-tale red of a cigarette butt is visible but other than that, no detail to be discerned. Looks like someone who’s just minding their own business.

“You must think yourself funny,” Draco says, arching his neck to accommodate the kisses peppering his skin, “using my own shame against me. I doubt people even remember there’s an alleyway here.”

“Don’t forget that when a being has lived for as long as I have, has accumulated this much power, nine times out of ten, he knows what he’s saying. I’m powerful enough to catch the scent of every mortal walking by, even know if they’re actually mortals or not. Our little voyeur? He’s still here. He’s watching. He’s waiting for you, doll.”

Edmund pauses, then:

“And whether he’s a mortal? That remains to be seen.”

Draco pushes away as far as Edmund’s firm grasp allows, which is only a few centimeters away. Whatever his blood did with Draco’s own, it snaps him awake with startling clarity just as swiftly as when it’s reduced him to a little more than a rag doll. Everything is so sharp it’s almost disgusting, like his eyeballs are gouged out, scrubbed clean, then shoved back in again. Draco locks his legs, willing himself not to stumble.

“That makes no goddamn sense,” he says.

“You don’t feel them now, but wait until they set in,” Edmund tries to tug him back, shrugging when he doesn’t obey. “Your abilities. We’ll go back to the House of Collective tonight and when you wake up tomorrow, you’ll know what I’m talking about.”

“I,” Draco says. “Please say that again. With actual information.”

“So demanding,” Edmund leans back and looks at Draco like he’s seeing him for the first time, a hint of humor in his serene demeanor. “The House of Collective is where the majority of us in Britain frequent and reside. The newly Turned are brought there to be with their brethren. Trying to deal with these new abilities alone is what makes them go Rogue and lands them on the front page. Think Jeannette McDermott, the poor woman.”

Jeannette McDermott drained and devoured 6 people in a single weekend. The Aurors got to her first before the news outlets. Being a shut-in and hating being perceived in general—Merlin knows how she got bitten in the first place—the only pictures ever taken of her as an adult was of her mangled body, torn by her own claws and twisted into stillness. It was a once-in-a-century scandal that paralyzed Wizarding Europe for 2 months straight.

Draco frowns. “I’ve always wondered. How did she—why wasn’t she brought back to the House, then?”

“That’s what irresponsible Turning looks like. If we want to Turn someone, it must be carefully considered and planned, for there must always be more prey than predators. Such is the law of nature,” Edmund says it like it’s a walk in the park rather than changing people’s entire lives. “Deacon Frangos was careless—amateur little weakling—and wanted something more thrilling than, say, going to clubs for gullible drunks.

“During the official trial at the House, he confessed that he spent days working through her wards and broke in. Never expected that McDermott was a fighter. She couldn’t get to her wand, but she did have a knife. She stabbed him 3 times as he was drinking from her. Their blood mixed, and Frangos ran off to lick his wounds before we found him. That was Friday.”

“Merlin and Morgana,” Draco breathes, “that quick?”

Edmund only looks at him, silent as he waits for Draco to weigh his decisions. Or lack thereof.

“What about, what about my apartment? My things?”

“You’ll only be at the House of Collective until we get you accustomed to your new life, then you can return home. Or,” Edmund tilts his head to the side, “you can stay. It’s akin to a commune, there’s space for all. It’s in the middle of the woods, too, hidden behind extensive wards and Charms, very private. Don’t you love your privacy?”

“What, do you live there?”

“Yes! Just so you know, I built my own dwelling. It’s stunning, if I do say so myself. Marble floors, 5 balconies. Just added a new pool last month. Plenty of space to… christen, unlike your studio apartment.”

Edmund lets a casual grin grace his face, all jokes. Draco curls his lips. It’s a mystery for the ages as to how he’s ever found this man charismatic.

“I’d rather the, um, the studio apartment. It does have its charms. Checkered bathroom tiles, and, hmm, a working oven. I might paint the fireplace next week, who knows?”

“Big plans, big plans,” Edmund nods solemnly. “However, you will need to pay a visit at least twice a month for resources and news within the community. There are tons; we even have a matchmaking service so you wouldn’t have to explain yourself to some bumbling mortal and worry about lifespans. Isn’t that so very neat? But, you already have me.”

Edmund shoots him a wink. If he’s not, well, Edmund, Draco might think it’s attractive.

“I think,” he starts. His neck is aching something fierce the longer he looks back, so he turns to face Edmund directly, “we need to have a talk about ending this entanglement.”

“My,” Edmund adjusts without trouble, interlacing his hands behind Draco’s waist, just above his bum. “Must you hurt me so? After all we’ve been through in the past three dates, you want to cast me aside?”

“Those three dates were nothing more than bouts of insanity. My apologies, I was in a moment of weakness and was somehow fooled by your… Merlin, I don’t even know. Basically, you were a passing fancy that I will rue ever having for the rest of my life.”

Edmund sighs and lowers his head until it’s nestled where Draco’s neck joins his shoulders.

“My 161st love has broken my heart. Oh, how can I recover from this pain?”

He lifts his head up, meeting Draco’s unimpressed gaze with a smirk. “Perhaps one last kiss will be the balm I need. Come on, just one more for closure.”

Draco gnaws his bottom lip and wets the still-throbbing cut on it. Then, he rolls his eyes, sliding them shut. No big deal.

“You’re so generous, Draco,” purrs a deep voice right at the corner of his mouth. Draco parts his lips, breathing in the hushed words. “Can’t say I won’t miss this. Your blood truly is a delicacy.”

“Hurry the fuck up.”

Sweet, sweet wine.

Draco sags against Edmund’s strong chest, head lolled to the side, panting. They have stopped before it got too much this time, yet Draco still teeters over the edge of insanity with every suckle of lips, every caress of tongue. Edmund has been gentle, large hands cupping Draco’s face like he’s a priceless treasure made of opals and emeralds, combing through the slightly wavy hair Draco has grown out. He has fixed Draco’s shirt as he plucked off every scrap of sense remaining in Draco’s head, has stroked the purple marks in bloom, and covered them with the bomber jacket.

As Draco clutched those broad shoulders and wrinkled the expensive fabric adorning them, he had half a mind to demand Edmund to be rougher, to stop trying to savor it. Stop making it something to go breathless over.

Toying with the shiny button on Edmund’s wool suit, he reminds himself that it was smart to end whatever they had between them. Otherwise, he can see himself becoming addicted, and such a problem has no place in his life.

“It’s getting late,” he says. The street outside is still bustling with people, bursting with sound. The person leaning against the wall opposite is lighting up a new cigarette.

“Oh, doll,” Edmund hugs him tight. “Darling. You’re right, it’s getting late. ”

They stand there for a few moments more nonetheless, clutching each other. Then Draco sees it. Sees him.

As if on cue, the person straightens from their position against the wall. They step forward, one foot after the other, slack and loose, into the buzzing light. Draco can’t observe intricate details from this far away—has to wait until tomorrow, apparently—but he still has eyes.

A pair of snickering women stroll by, and the street seems empty for a split second. It’s enough for Draco to see large, black boots (Dragonhide, the part of his brain that never forgets Mother’s fashion books notes) and dark, well-fitted pants stretching over thick thighs. Sleeves rolled to the elbow, exposing dark arms with a myriad of pink-white scars. White button-up, wrinkled and stained, tied by leather harnesses crisscrossing at the chest, like the wearer has forgone changing after work and instead hurried off to deal with an urgent task. An unusual outfit for urban London, but somehow, it works.

Left hand tucked in a pants pocket, the other tapping the fine ash from a cig into a puddle on the concrete. It lifts to hover in front of full, waiting lips. One sleepy bloke trudges by, a heavy bag slung over his shoulder. A hazy billow of smoke spills forth lazily as the bloke walks out of view, opaque clouds masking an expressionless face before disintegrating into the night.

“Doll.”

Draco glances back at Edmund, who is staring at his lips. His hands run tiny circles over the small of Draco’s back.

“We decided on one kiss.”

“I know,” Edmund’s thumb swipes over the cut, as soft as a brush dipping into paint. “There’s still blood.”

“Obviously,” Draco says with a slight snort, “you bit it. Like a brute.”

Edmund’s reply comes in the form of his thumb pressing against the cut as if wanting to both stopper the blood and squeeze it out. Draco assists by opening his mouth, slipping the finger into moist warmth. And for some godforsaken reason, his eyes travel back to the street beyond.

This time, both hands are in the pants pockets. The cigarette has stopped its light bouncing, now lying still between pillowy lips. Like before, the voyeur is a statue amidst a sea of movement.

Draco swirls his tongue against the pad of the thumb, tasting himself and gulping it down. It’s bitter and sour without Edmund’s blood to sweeten it up, but he keeps licking until all he can feel is the saltiness of skin, the clenched fistful of his jacket against his hip, and—

And green.

“It’s getting late,” Edmund whispers against his forehead, his lips a touch away from kissing his fringe.

Letting the finger fall from his mouth, Draco whispers back.

“Okay.”

The voyeur never stops looking. Draco knows because neither does he.

“We’re never doing this again.”

Draco’s eyes glide back to Edmund. “I never thought you’d be the one to say that.”

“Me, too. But I’m serious,” the man says, but doesn’t clean his finger. “From now on, we keep our hands to ourselves.”

“And mouths.”

“Yes, those especially.”

Draco huffs out a laugh, “Okay. Very well. I’m glad we’ve reached an agreement.”

Edmund shakes his head, then blinks. He looks up at Draco, mischief in his eyes.

“Alright, Draco, you’ve done enough for the night.”

“Pardon?” Draco says, sliding his arm into the crook of Edmund’s. “You Side-Along us.”

“Of course, and I meant. Merlin, you’ve done quite enough. Oh, goodness, that’s pungent.”

Edmund pats Draco’s hand on his forearm and leans toward his ear.

“Say goodbye to him.”

Draco’s fingers tighten around Edmund’s arm in warning. He doesn’t say ‘goodbye,’ but he does look to the street light opposite the alleyway. Before the Apparition wrenches all the thoughts out of his head, Draco vows not to think about the expression on that face.

#drarrymicrofic #drarry microfic #drarry #drarry fanfiction #drarry fanfic #drarry fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #original male character #vampire #vampire draco #auror harry potter?#cursebreaker?#who knows #cigarette #how long can nancy go w/o writing the word ‘vampire’ challenge #there’s no particular purpose for that btw i just wanted to make things hard for myself #‘oh man i dont think im really that comfy w the idea of writing drarry being intimate just yet’#solution: shamelessly abusing the drarry tag to write about another pair that’s not even endgame #had a lot of fun writing edmund #was planning for this to be a lil sexy vampy moment then BOOM plot idea #wait why did i just realize that the house of collective sounds like a house’s name in ballroom culture #ykw it’s very fitting in fact vampires are all very queer #joonkorre writes

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Burn It (M.YG x Reader)🔞☁️💜🐾 1

Pairing: Dragon!Min Yoongi x Dragon!Reader

Genre: Angst, Hybrid AU, Romance, Fluff, eventual Smut

Warnings: (oh boy here we go) Blood, Fighting, Angst, Mentions of mistreatment, Slavery, injuries, killing of animals (they gotta hunt food boo) Separation anxiety, separation depression, Dom/Sub themes because that’s just me and y’all know me I can’t be normal for once lol, famine, war, graphic descriptions of violence, death, y’all gonna hate me after this lmao

Summary: To ensure their own survival, Dragons have made a pact with the Human Kingdom centuries before; letting them claim a Dragon every new generation to keep as whatever they may desire them to be. This has become a tradition, not only the fun and thrill of the hunt for the ruling human species, but also the loss and heartbreak for the Dragon-shifters, the burden never seeming to become easier to carry. The shifters accepted so many things, from the way they’d openly shame their kind, how they would simply do and take whatever they wanted; whenever they wanted, slowly becoming more and more greedy and uncaring for the rules set centuries ago. Min Yoongi however becomes more than determined to end this tradition when his mate is being captured- and if humans thought they could overcome anything in their way, Yoongi will gladly remind them who’s actually in charge. It’s time for things to change. Its time to burn their kingdom to ashes, and maybe even build a new one.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | ?

The sheets fell comfortably over your bodies, head near his shoulder. The world outside of your nest was already slowly waking up, soft and tired morning chatter increasing in volume with every minute it seemed. "Go back to sleep." He suddenly mumbled, to the regular ear just some random grumbling, yet yours were trained to listen carefully, nowadays able to make out even the faintest of words since he sometimes spoke to you even with his back turned. You giggled, slowly crawling closer to his body, his hands welcoming you instantly by grabbing the back of your upper thigh gently, laying your leg over his lower body, fondly running his hand over your skin, as if to caress you back to sleep.

"Hey, Yoongi?" You asked, own voice still laced with sleep. "What do you think our cubs may look like one day?" You randomly asked, mind still a bit fuzzy with the remnants of your most recent dream. Yoongi simply chuckled at that, shrugging his shoulders with eyes still closed.

"Don't know. We'll see I guess." He mumbled, placing a kiss to your neck. His hand began to wander, brushing over your soft skin further, as he opened one of his cat-like eyes to look at your now open ones. "But now that you talk about it-" He began, and moved to position himself above you, teeth grazing your bonding mark in between the crook of your neck with his pointed canines. "I guess we could use a bit of training, yeah?" He said, and you giggled again, feeling ticklish at his touch. You shoved him a little, and he smiled, playfully biting your skin to keep you immobile for him, as if he needed to- you would never run away from him in a million years and more.

"Yoongi, Seokjin and Namjoon are probably already up and preparing for your arrival." You reminded him, and he nodded with a bit or worry. The other clan, living a bit further into the mountains, away from the woods and deep forests you did had made an alliance decades ago after the first war of men against your kind. He'd made friends with some of them, including their current leading figure Seokjin- even though he'd never openly say that. "You also promised me to give Taehyung his present from me. His birthday is important." Taehyung was a bit older than you, yet he had a youthful charm to him that sometimes made you forget that small fact about him. You adored the dragon dearly, even if he came from a different clan. These days, every Clan stuck together it seemed, boundaries slowly getting blurry as more and more alliances were made, now even clans far away from the mountains agreeing on keeping a friendly bond to one another.

He laughed a bit, but whined his next words playfully dramatic. "I still don't get why you can't come along. You know this man-cub has way too much energy for me." You cooed at him, making him scoff at you. He always acted as if he didn't care much about others, and that he was a tough dragon, yet you and his friends knew that he had a soft heart deep inside him.

"Someone has to stay behind Yoongi. I'll be fine, and its just for today, tomorrow, and the day after." You reassured him, knowing how much he worried due to the current situation. Winter wasn't even hitting with full force yet, only slowly creeping up on the lands, yet the Kingdom of men already faced dire times. Your kind had warned them early on to not be too wasteful, yet they didn't seem to be wanting to listen to you. This were the consequences they would have to face, yet it didn't mean they wouldn't do something drastic. Humans were known to be very impulsive creatures. You had to stay behind to reassure your own clanmates; leaving with Yoongi could paint a wrongful picture of you abandoning them for your own benefit of safety. And you'd never do that in a million years.

You could faintly hear the flapping of wings somewhere in the distance, then a flock of doves skitting away as something heavy landed near your window. Shortly afterwards, a knock was heard, and Yoongi groaned annoyed. You slowly untangled your limbs from around Yoongi's, yawning with a smile while opening the door, greeting whoever was behind it, as Yoongi's body flopped back down on the bed with exaggerated defeat. "Good morning y/n! I guess Yoongi is still asleep?" The young dragon asked, his usual doe-eyes still a bit sleepy, yet face held a bit of worry behind it, which did make you a bit uneasy. You shook your head, when the man in question suddenly appeared behind you, in all his grumpy glory, having noticed your shift of emotions almost instantly.

"I'm awake now, and you're being a cocklock kid. What is it?" He bluntly said, making you slap his chest in embarrassment. The tips of the young dragon's ears turned a bit pink at that, yet he simply cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. Yoongi had always joked about the fact that Jungkook had a small crush on you, yet you always assured him that that wasn't true- you both simply felt for each other in a way siblings felt, not lovers. That part was forever taken for you.

"The Kingdom has still to announce the date of the hunt." He said, voice a bit hesitant, knowing how fast this topic could rile his older brother up. "But there is a rumor going around that it will be tomorrow." He said, already shrinking a bit, as if to prepare for the older one's outburst.

Yoongis eyes grew angry. "They what?!" He said, only staying calm for your sake as you held onto his shoulder.

The young dragon nodded sadly. "I've personally checked the situation after everyone began to talk about it. They're already preparing, but I've been told not to worry too much by their spokespeople. Me and the other messengers have been given the task to just warn everyone." He said. "I- Namjoon said you should decide yourself if you want to still-" He attempted, yet Yoongi beat him to it.

"I'm not going." He said, already trying to close the door, yet you held it open, trying to diffuse the angry aura.

"Now hold on, we're told not to worry- Yoongi, this is really important, you need to go." You said calmly, shushing him as he attempted to speak again, probably to disagree. "No, if you don't go, it'll just unsettle everyone. We can't have that, not now." You argued, and he sighed after a moment, nodding towards Jungkook to get the message out that he's going to meed the Kim Clan today anyways- even though he had his worries. The younger dragon nodded, flying off after saying his farewells to you, to which you nodded, and closed the door.

Yoongi fell onto the bed next to you as you had sat down to stretch your limbs, arms reaching out for your body, trying to get you back to bed. You giggled, yet playfully shoved him away from you, scolding him gently. "No Yoongi, you need to get up. If you lay down now, you'll just fall asleep again." You said, tapping his chin which made him scoff.

"You act as if you have to mother me." He said, feline eyes looking at you with a mildly impish glint in them. You giggled as he opened his arms, now sitting on the side of your bed, beckoning you to sit on his lap for a moment, simply to hold you. "I'm worried." He finally said, and your arms placed themselves around his middle, trying to calm his nerves.

"I know." You answered, before you squeezed him a bit tighter, just for a second, making him run his hand over your back. "But if you don't leave, you know the kingdom will grow uneasy." You said, worry now on your tongue as well. "They're too easy to rile up these days. Lets not take chances."

He finally nodded, getting up to dress himself, movements lazy as you continued to watch him for a moment, before getting up yourself. It was probably a good idea to start your day as well.

"I'll fly back immediately if something is wrong. Just send me a sign, I'll be right back, I promis-" You cut his rambling off with a kiss, smiling at him as he looked at you seriously, ready to scold you.

"Yoongi, I'll be fine. Winter is coming, but we'll survive just like last year." You promised, and touched his bonding mark on his neck, making him close his eyes. You knew he hated being away from you, but he was also a very independent and free roaming soul- needing his own time and freedom as much as the air you both breathed every day and night. You loved him for this; his heart still untamed yet he'd bound himself to you despite his need to be on his own. It made you feel as special just like he always said you were.

He nodded, kissing your forehead before jumping off of the cliff, his black dragon form expanding its wings powerfully, his scales reflecting the sunlight in dark rainbow patterns like black opal, making your eyes glow with fondness. He truly was a prince, wasn't he? He always played it off whenever you brought it up, but his royal blood was clearly visible in visual and character- the way he carried himself confident in a way only kings and blue blooded Ancestors did. Maybe that was why the people of his clan had chosen him and you as the leading couple; trust was always placed in the people who seemed the most honest and capable, after all. And he was bluntly honest, never sugarcoating any form of bad news, well known for his loose tongue and ways to negotiate. You adored him for this.

Because even if he didn't want to hold that title, he would always be a king in your eyes.

It had been only a day after his departure, and you already missed him dearly. The youngest of the clan asked about him with excitement, unbeknownst to your sorrow as it reminded you that two days were still a long time. Yet you smiled brightly as you told them stories about their leader, tales of how he had fought in the last war, bravely defending their unborn lives from any harm and saving their parents. The kids always saw him as a grumpy man, yet you could also spot their respect and awe whenever he joined your tales. He truly was a hero, wasn't he?

As Jungkook landed skillfully, making the kids jump up and run towards him as he looked at you with overwhelmed eyes, you knew that something was up. "Kids, don't hog him like that please." You said, and they seemed to groan at that, already sensing that today he wouldn't play with them. "Go inside and continue your drawings. I'll be with you in a minute, alright?" You said, trying not to make them worry. They thankfully didn't seem to notice.

"They're readying horses and spears." Jungkook said in a hushed tone, and you felt your heart drop a little. "Please, Y/N, you have to let me get Yoongi back. It's obvious what they're doing!" He said, and you bit your lip, looking at the children for a moment, before you opened your mouth for an answer which never came.

Because a flaming arrow buzzed past both of you, missing you both only by a hairs lenght- lodging into a tree behind you, Jungkook immediately moving you behind him as his eyes stared at the flames slowly eating away at the tree's bark.

'And with the flames overtaking a tree growing on stone beneath, the hunt will start for the day of season.'

They really did break their promise.

The day had started so beautifully as well, with the soft breeze of the beginning winter, a time of shared flames and cozy caves where you’d lay with your loved ones and watch nature drown the earth in its white frost to sleep, or in your case, covered under blankets craving the company of your mate. But the Kingdom of Men had been experiencing a famine worse than anything they’ve did before, and desperate as ever they’d decided to hunt whatever they would see fit. Your Clan had tried to convince them to stop their greedy hands, to help them realize that this needed to happen to help the environment recover and heal, yet the only thing it did was fuel their anger. Humans were easily blinded by their own needs, seeing nothing but their own benefit worth fighting for. But what they saw as honorable your kind saw as plain stupid and heartless. But the only thing they seemed to be able to do was take.

And take they did.

The clapping of horseshoes increased in the distance as you locked eyes with another mother, silently giving her the order to evacuate the children to safety- fear in her eyes as she tried to keep the youngest of the clan calm enough to move without much resistance.

You flew over the mountains, trying to keep an eye on the various mothers ushering their children into the deeper caves, others closing them with the largest rocks they could find to keep the men armed to the teeth from entering and stealing their young. You wanted to weep at the sight of spears being thrown and arrows being shot- yet you had to get a grip of yourself. This was not about you; this was about the bigger picture.

"Jungkook!" You roared, claws the color of white moonstone grabbing onto the edge of a cliff to hold onto it as the only slightly older dragon turned his head towards you, desperate eyes finding yours. "Help secure the lower territory! Don't let them get to the safety tunnels!" You yelled, nodding as he did the same, trying to ask you for Yoongi, yet you didn't give him enough time already climbing up to get a better view on the situation. Jungkook himself growled frustrated, as he turned around, letting himself fall down for a moment to aim an attack on a group of soldiers dangerously close to one of the closed caves. You had to save everyone. You had to.

Yoongi had always mocked you for your overly motherly instincts for the clan, even though you were even younger than Jungkook- the so called cub of everyone, with his youthful charm and playful character. You were a gentle dragon, too good as Yoongi always said. And it was true- you were horrible at fighting, scared of even attempting difficult flying maneuvers like others did, glad that you could hold yourself up in the skies. Your scales were never meant to protect you, your claws never given to you for war.

You didn't get to think much about that though, the sign you tried sending to your lover promptly interrupted.

It stung, no, it burned, it felt like the act of ripping your own wing off of your back would’ve hurt less than what you were feeling. One, two, three, four- the way you felt every arrow bury itself into your flesh made you cringe and yell in pain as the flight became too heavy to handle, making you fall down like a rotten apple, tumbling over the rocky ground like moldy fruit. The fall hadn’t been high enough to cause any critical damage, yet you had felt the way the force of gravity pushed and pulled on your body on its way down, sticks and stones ripping on your flesh.

This was it. This was the beginning of your fate. And you had seen it in those cold eyes of the metal-clothed men holding their spears straight at you in a way that reminded you of mockery; they were celebrating already, when your blood hasn’t even stopped running out of your wounds.

You got up, scales tainted red as you swung your claws left and right, trying to escape the ropes being tossed over your body, pulling on your skin underneath the layer of protective scales, as you heard Jungkook roaring in the background, trying to reach you before it was too late. "Don't!" You roared, a language only you and him understood, and he knew better than to question you. It pained him dearly however, as he had to watch them break you down, the poison arrows finally weakening you enough to let go of your dragon form, now barely distinguishable from the humankind hurriedly binding your hands behind your back, immobilizing you for transport. You hope for your last call to be received by your mate, as your eyes slowly close, the hunt ending with the shouts and cries of the soldiers, the first snowflakes slowly falling onto your bruised skin.

What you can’t see as they’re throwing you on the wagon that’s being pulled by two anxious horses is, how Yoongis eyes widen miles over miles away on his hunting trip with the Kim Clan; how he suddenly drops to his knees, and clenches his heart at the pain your bond is sharing with him. He knows. He does not want to accept it, but he knows, he knows that when he suddenly can’t feel you anymore that they really had done it, that their hunt was over. And his soul screams out to you as you’re being taken further and further away from him.

But soon enough this pain turns into fiery anger, as he realizes what exactly had happened. The kingdom had officially broken their Promise.

So how about he breaks his as well?

Down in the cold chambers, you couldn't feel anything at all. The shackles around your limbs weighted you down embarrassingly, yet you couldn't get up even if you wanted to.

They've dressed you in a simple cotton dress, uncaring of your modesty or pride. You did not care if it got dirty- your entire being already burned and bruised, it wouldn't even make a difference. The doors opened slowly, creaking as someone entered, closing the door behind them. You did not look down as you were being taken out of your cell, gaze always straight ahead. It's something that Yoongi has taught you during your relationship; it didn't matter if they broke your body. As long as your soul and mind was intact, they couldn't break you.

So even as you were slowly led through the colorfully celebrating streets, citizens and children happily throwing flowers at the soldiers and staring at you like a rare gem never seen before, you kept your chin high. It didn't matter to you. You could be strong.

"I'm going to burn everything down until nothing is left, I swear-" He fumed, eyes glowing dangerously as Jungkook wept in the corner of the now opened cave, guilt still heavy in his bones. Taehyung, who'd followed Yoongi together with his clanmates crouched down next to him, trying to console his friend- yet without luck. He understood the feelings of the younger dragon, sharing the pain almost, since his bond with you was a special one as well.

He loved you dearly like a sister- from the moment you had introduced him to Jungkook, who back then had only been a stray as you called orphaned dragons- raising him as if he was a sibling of yours to be protected. But now that his turn had seemed to be, he couldn't do anything to save you. And it burned in his veins like poison injected.

"Stop fucking blaming yourself." Yoongi growled, clearly hearing the younger ones thoughts. He couldn't control it at the moment, as everyones emotions were scrambled up and shattered like glass.

"Yoongi, I know you don't want to hear it-" Seokjin, the older dragon from Namjoon's and Taehyungs clan said, as Yoongi snapped at him.

"You're right, I dont." He said, eyes piercing and sharp.

"If you start a war right now, we will ultimately loose. You know this; don't do something irrational now." He said, trying to talk to his younger friend.

"How is saving my mate, my love, irrational? Are you fucking listening to yourself right now?!" He yelled, making the youngest of the group hiccup on his tears, Taehyungs hand ever so present on his back, desperately trying to calm him down.

Seokjin sighed. "I know how you feel, please. They will use her against us- she won't survive a fight." He said, and yoongi, for once, stayed silent. Because this was the ultimate truth- every war he'd start now would end with him having to kill you one way or another. And he knew that he could never do that. So he stayed quiet.

Until he lashed out, a harsh growl escaping him as he ran off, his dragonform flying off, thankfully however, not in the direction of the kingdom.

"Jungkook." Seokjin said, gaining the attention of the youngest dragon, red rimmed eyes tearfully gazing at him from his spot in the corner. "Follow him. Keep an eye on him- even if he tells you to leave. He can't be alone right now." He said, and the youngest nodded, sniffling before taking off as well.

"Eat" the guard barked, staring at you. You simply sat criss crossed on the ground, shackled hands on your lap, the carcass of a rabbit in front of you- untouched. If he thought you would behave like an animal he would be mistaken. You could go without food for a couple of days. You were stubborn. "Propably can't even understand a fucking word." The guard barked, chuckling under his breath.

He clicked his tongue after a moment, simply walking to the other cage, holding someone else apparently. He threw a stale looking small loaf of bread between the bars, laughing as it bounced a bit out of reach for whoever was inside. "Have a good meal, witch." He said, walking off with a snicker.

"I prefer the term 'Alchemist', but I guess witch is fair enough." He mumbled after the door closed, voice higher in pitch than Yoongis and Jungkooks. He looked older than you as he moved forwards a bit, form illuminated by the warm glow that shone from a candle close by, but not as old as your mate was- probably Taehyungs age. His silvery hair hung a bit over his piercing eyes, neck painted in the same letters used on his arms. "Jimin." He said, tossing a broken off piece your way, that you took after nodding gratefully.

Witches, or alchemists as they called themselves nowadays were rookies when it came to magic and spells, yet they had a talent for learning quickly. They despised the pure human way, craving a future of equality instead of power. "Y/N." You answered, chewing on the bread, scared to get caught. Jimin nodded, sending a smile your way. Names were always the same in every language.

"I'm to be hung on the next full moon." He said with little remorse or sadness, taking your nod as a form of telling him that you understood his words. "Until then, I can keep you company if you want." You looked at him, suddenly feeling for him, even though he was of the same species who threw you into this rotting cage in the first place. He was deceived by his own race, making him an outcast. If you could, you would love to help him, save him, yet you could hear Yoongis words echoing in your head.

'you can't save everyone.'

"leave me alone, brat." He scoffed, claws heavy on the crunching snow underneath him. The younger one didn't leave, merely falling back a few steps to give him space. "I said leave me the fuck alone Jungkook-" He growled, as he turned around, watching and cutting himself off in his words as he saw the younger cower. He was submitting. Apologizing.

"No. She told me to leave too, and look where that lead us!" He whined, voice still distorted after his long crying session back at the cave. "I can't leave you too, I can't be alone again, I can't loose you too." He said, large head almost burying itself into the snow, frozen water slowly melting around where his hot breath escaped his lungs. Yoongis gaze softened.

He remembered the way Jungkook had been brought to his clan years ago, orphaned just mere days ago, life suddenly turned around as he had tried to live on his own. He failed, to be fair, but he had never been prepared for the harsh reality that is a wanderers life- which his parents were. And as Yoongi had looked at you, already throwing your own coat over the freezing form of the boy older than you, the fabric of your clothing barely enough to cover his back, he couldn't let him leave like that.

"It's alright kid." He said, sitting down, wings simply laying flat on the ground, looking as defeated as he felt. "You did well." He murmured, and Jungkook began to cry again, feeling unworthy of his older brother's praise as the snowflakes fell onto his scales, some melting, and some of them building up.

Yoongi looked towards the kingdom as the sun slowly disappeared with its fiery glow, wondering if you were alright.

"I've been here before." Jimin said, as you looked into his direction, his snicker not making you feel uncomfortable anymore. "Several times." He admitted, and watched the flame of a single candle standing on a small wooden chair close to the main door flickering. "I got bailed out by my mentor." He said, and you looked at him questioningly. Would this person come for him again? "One day, after I got out, he was arrested." His eyes slowly turned melancholic as he told his tale, now looking at his hands.

"He exchanged my life for his."

You saw how he traced the dark lines on his wrist, and you tapped the thick metal bars in front of you, asking him to hold them up. It was in your own tongue, writings of spells and runes, most of them a bit crooked, but well made for someone who didn't speak it natively. "So? Did I do a good job?" He asked impishly, and you smiled, nodding. You pointed towards yourself, than to him, trying to ask him if he understood the words as well. He nodded. "I haven't heard anyone pronounce it properly though, so I can't promise you that I can keep up with what you say." He spoke.

"That's fine." You said gently, voice a bit raspy from lack of use. He smiled, eyes opening wide in wonder, as if you had just showed him a miracle. You held your bound hands through the bars, as best as you could, trying to reach his. He did the same, fingers touching yours, as your eyes glowed gently, his vision now changing.

He suddenly found himself in the midst of your homeland- not the place you currently lived with Yoongi. Your homeland was far away, an island with delicate nature and a view of the raging seas. Jimin could just stare in awe as he watched other dragons of your kind pass by, dipping into the ocean skillfully before emerging again, chirping unheard melodies of a language he barely understood. He could see seagulls eagerly fetching after the large creatures, as if they were playing a game of hide and seek, living in the same world, coexisting without any form of battle between them. He could spot other dragons residing on the island, human forms of them building away on shacks and shelters, kids running around, chasing each other in playful eagerness.

His eyes watered as you let the story unfold in front of his eyes, boats arriving at the calm and serene scene, expensively clothes men walking over plants and insects without much care, holding maps and plans, excitedly chatting away as nature started to rot behind them, their steps seemingly poisonous as they tried to build and build, killing trees and dragons alike, suddenly wearing their scales as if stolen goods were the new trend in fashion, chaining down others for fun. He could hear their cries, feel their pain, as the scene suddenly shifted to a mother, holding her young cub out to a dark dragon unlike her. Its eyes the color of the nightsky as he took the small body from her, flying off, and taking the vision with him.

"I.." He started, as you simply took back your hands, now looking at his tear stained cheeks. He wanted to apologize, but he refused to let himself be acquainted with these people. No, if they said he wasn't human, that was taken as a compliment for him. He would rather have himself hung with his own beliefs, than accepting that this was what his kind was only capable of. He watched as you turned around, closing your eyes as you tried to fall asleep.

He had to do something.

"Where's Y/N?" a young girl said, running after Yoongi. He turned around, crouching down to her level as he tried to come up with something.

"She's.. uhm..-" He said, before the girl cut him off.

"They say she died, but she didn't right?" She said, tear filled eyes staring at him. He had to swallow.

"Whoever said that is a liar kid. She didn't die.. she just.." The girl nodded seemingly understanding.

"But you're gonna save her, right?" Her face suddenly growing excited. "Cause you're the King, you gotta save the Queen!" She said, jumping up and down, and Yoongi suddenly looked over her head at Jungkook talking to Taehyung.

"You're right." He simply said, ruffling the girls head, before he walked towards the two rookies, determination in his eyes.

This plan was absolutely stupid, he knew that. But maybe he needed a bit of that this time.

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You’ve Got The Love

A/N So I was feeling angsty, lmao, and I came up with a different scenario for Garvez during the series finale, I’m glad this isn’t actually the way it happened but anyway, hope you’re doing well, enjoy!

P.S. Very inspired by Florence + The Machine’s song ❤

P.S. 2 I miss Matt Simmons a whole lot 🥺

Pairing: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez

Warnings: A little cliché, imo but it was fun to write.

Wordcount: 1522

Masterlist

Luke left Spencer’s apartment feeling something in his chest, he wasn’t sure what it was, but the second he heard Penelope’s news about her job offer, something changed for him. Maybe it was the possibility of losing her that made him realize just how strong his feelings were.

He was able to mask what was going on his mind and remained calm, or so he’d like to think. The next day Matt called him and asked him how he was doing with the new information about Penelope, he knew, Luke was almost certain that Tara also knew and JJ had a clue but the only person he had openly talked about his feelings was Matt.

“I-I don’t know, we’ve been spending some time together, as friends, nothing else has happened but-” Matt cut him off.

“But you want something else to happen” Luke didn’t answer, after all Matt already knew “You should talk to her”

“No, I can’t if she doesn’t feel the same our friendship is gonna be over and if she leaves, then I will never see her again” Even though Luke couldn’t see Matt, he knew his friend had a disapproving look on his face.

“What if she does feel the same?” He thought about it, in his mind it was nearly impossible that someone as caring, loving and incredible like Penelope would have feelings for him.

“Look, even if that was the case, I think it would be selfish of me telling her all of this just when she has a great opportunity waiting for her”

Matt sighed, Luke could be really stubborn, ever since he had the suspicion he wanted to be more than friends with Penelope, he had tried to pursue him into asking her out but he would always find an excuse, the most common was. she wouldn’t feel the same. Matt wasn’t so sure about that, even though he wasn’t on the team yet, he knew about Penelope’s behaviour when Luke first joined the BAU, then when he finally witnessed the way Penelope acted around him, there was a point where he just felt it was because she tried to fight something, maybe the feelings she had for him.

“Then I don’t know what to say, man, you either tell her or not” Once again Luke remained silent “You know, you’re my best friend, I want to see you happy, I know you want someone to be with and I want you to experience that, I think Penelope could be that person for you but if you’re not gonna tell her then I’m just gonna wait until someone shows up in your life and you finally gather some courage to confess your feelings”

Matt’s words got to him, but he didn’t tell him so, Luke thanked him for checking in on him and hung up, he thought about, the way Penelope made him feel wasn’t like something else he felt in his entire life, he promised himself to try and tell her.

He had more than enough chances to ask her out, ever since she had confessed about Alexi Stanovich, she had opened up more to him, a couple of times she had even showed up at his place, admitting to feel very anxious and insecure alone at her place, she would get embarrassed within minutes of arriving, saying what she felt was stupid since Alexi lived in Russia but Luke reassured her it was bound to happen, the situation she was in was messed up and it was completely normal to feel like that.

When Penelope announced that she was taking the offer in Silicon Valley, Luke felt like he couldn’t breathe, he tried to put on a smile on his face but even Penelope knew something was up with him but she didn’t ask him about it, after all she was also trying to assimilate that she was moving to the other side of the country.

It was Penelope’s farewell party at David’s and Luke knew it was his last chance, she was leaving for California the next day, and he needed to tell her how he felt. They all danced, chatted, drank and he knew time was running out, he asked her if she wanted to grab some water, when she agreed he felt his heartbeat racing and some kind of numbness invaded his entire body.

The words didn’t come out, not a single word could leave his mouth.

The next day he didn’t want to open his eyes, he wanted to stay asleep forever, not wanting to come to terms that he wouldn’t bump into Penelope in the elevator, nor he would be able to “casually” walk by her lair hoping to see her.

It took all in him to wake up, get ready and leave for work, just when the elevator was about to close, Emily walked in, she greeted him and he forced a smile.

“I’m surprised you showed up, you know” Emily started.

“What do you mean?” She lifted her wrist to see her watch.

“Penelope’s plane leaves in an hour and a half” He swallowed, just the sound of her name broke his heart, Emily then pushed the button for the second floor “Okay, here’s what you’ll do, you’re gonna run down the stairs to the parking lot and you’ll drive to the airport and tell her how you really feel” Luke was perplexed by her words.

“Wh-” She didn’t let him finish.

“It’s an order, SSA Alvez” She said with a serious tone but offering a heartwarming smile at the end, she was tired of seeing them pining for each other without acting on their feelings, neither would follow their advice to go for it, so she felt the need to interfere just a little.

The second the elevator doors opened, Luke sprinted towards the stairs, trying to waste no time so he could reach Penelope at the airport. He swore the minutes he spent driving to the airport were the longest minutes of his life.

He ran and ran, trying to spot her somewhere in the crowd, when he was about to accept she was gone, he smiled, there she was wearing her sparkly boots, a stuffed tiger and carrying her baggage, even those were colorful.

“Penelope!” He screamed while running towards her, he was a little bit far so she couldn’t hear him the first time “Penelope!” The blonde woman turned around, in no time her face was filled with confusion.

“Luke, what are you doing here?” She questioned with a furrowed brow.

He licked his lips and exhaled “I wanted to know if I can visit you”

Penelope snorted “Of course, anytime”

“How about tomorrow?” Her eyes widened, she started to feel the blood traveling to her face.

“Uhm, I suppose but don’t you have work?”

“I have vacation days I could take, I’m sure Emily won’t mind” He dared to think it was true and Emily would let him take them.

“Alright, I’ll see you soon, I guess?” She pressed her lips together “Did you come all the way here to ask me that? Newbie, you could’ve-” He shook his head, feeling something take over him, it was now or never, and interrupted her.

“I love you” Penelope’s knees went weak “I actually came here to tell you that I love you, and I have for God knows how long and I needed to tell you” She was speechless and for the first time Luke wasn’t “I know it’s a lot and I don’t expect you to feel the same but I… am hopeful that you might feel something for me, I am willing to wait and to work on this” He signaled between them “So it can go somewhere, and since I’m actually opening up I want to say that I’ve never felt this way about someone ever, maybe it was because I didn’t see myself being loved, but I truly believe you’ve got the love I need to see me through”

Both of their visions were blurry, it was the first time in his life Luke had opened up to someone like that, he wasn’t one to say his deepest thoughts out loud, while Penelope was very touched by his words, she felt like she was in one of those movies, sure, it was cliché but she felt glad to see him there.

“So you’re coming over tomorrow?” She casually asked at the same time she cleaned her tears off her face, he smiled and nodded “Where are you taking me?”

“I’ll figure something out” By the time he was finished, Penelope was already in his arms and her lips were on his, she kissed him passionately, both of them had imagined how kissing the other would feel like and it was much more better than they had imagined.

When they pulled apart, Penelope looked him in the eyes “I have a plane to catch” He nodded, blinking away his tears and smiling widely at her, he went to help her with her luggage “Oh, and newbie,” She squeezed his hand, he turned to her “I love you too”

#garvez #penelope garcia #luke alvez #criminal minds #garvez imagine #garvez fanfic #luke x penelope #garcia x alvez #criminal minds imagine

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365daysofsasuhina · 4 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Three Hundred Fifty-Five: Timer ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Hyūga Hiashi, Uchiha Itachi ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

She’s always thought of it as some kind of pseudoscience, like astrology or basing personalities off of blood types. While many of the other girls she grew up with looked forward to their sixteenth birthdays like it was some kind of rebirth, Hinata just...couldn’t bring herself to put much stock in it.

“Everyone in my family swears by it!” Ino gushed at one point. “It’s how my mom met my dad, and several of my aunts and uncles! And guess what? My cousin’s timer is up in like...three weeks. He’s so nervous he can barely stand it!”

“Doesn’t it seem a bit, y-you know...self fulfilling?”

At Hinata’s quiet interjection, several girls turned to her with disbelieving expressions. “...what’s that supposed to mean?”

Squirming a bit under their gazes, she’d gone on. “...it’s just...people look at their countdown, and they trust it implicitly. Doesn’t anyone t-think for themselves? Or...or want to find love on their own, rather than be shoehorned into it…?”

Ino scoffed. “Y’know, ever since they figured out how to make these timers work, divorce rates, like..cut in half! People are meeting those they’re meant to be with and staying with them!”

“...if it’s so great, then...why are there still divorces at all?”

That earned a cacophony of squawking replies about disbelievers ruining the statistics, and...Hinata quickly removed herself.

She just...had her doubts, was all.

Her parents, and her only aunt and uncle met through their timers. Her uncle, sadly, died when his son was only four, and Hinata three. Therefore, she has no real way to know how their marriage had worked.

Similarly, her mother died not long after having her sister. Hinata was five. All she really has to go on are blurry childhood memories...and her father’s current attitude.

And she really can’t see how the woman she recalls being so kind, so soft, so gentle...could love and marry a man like Hiashi. Cold, calculating, and seemingly emotionally stunted. He rarely if ever smiles.

...she remembers her mother’s smile. So warm…

...so how…?

It’s why, as her sixteenth birthday looms closer, Hinata gets more and more knots in her stomach. The implant isn’t required, but her father has made it very clear that she’ll be getting hers. Likely so he can marry her off as soon as her timer hits zero, and be rid of her.

While so many girls in her year have looked forward to their birthdays...Hinata can do nothing but dread hers.

Like many young people, she attends a school segregated by gender. It’s meant to help avoid fraternizing with the opposite sex and therefore affecting a timer’s readings. Of course...not everyone is attracted to said opposite sex. Hinata herself doesn’t really mind if a person is one or the other, but...she keeps that to herself. Admitting as much would make just about every girl who isn’t highly uncomfortable.

...and yet she wonders what will happen if she’s already met her soulmate.

Will the timer just...not work? Will it already be at zero? If so...then how is she ever to know who they are? Not that she believes it...it’s really all a bunch of nonsense…

...and yet…?

Each day that passes in December sees her more and more anxious - more and more depressed. Hiashi has already arranged for her to have the day off from school, her surgery to implant the timer set for early in the morning. Set into her left wrist, it will allow her to return to school the next day, her dominant hand unaffected and allowing her to write.

The day before, she finds herself at the last stage of grief: acceptance. There’s no fighting it. No use in trying to say no.

This is just how things are.

“Good luck with your procedure!” Ino and Sakura call as classes let out for the day. “See you Thursday!”

She doesn’t answer, just waving farewell. While there’s excitement in her friends’ voices...she can’t bring herself to feel it, too.

Just...get it over with.

Once home, she works on her assignments, numbly browsing social media and not really taking anything in. All she can think about is the surgery. The stupid timer…!

Part of her wants hers to be broken. To prove that it’s wrong. But the rest - despite her stubborn belief that it’s all rubbish - is afraid, so very afraid that it won’t work.

That she’ll always be alone.

Too restless to do much else, she finishes the entirety of her homework, turning in to bed early...and yet unable to sleep, mind too full. Worries eddy in her mind like a slow-moving whirlpool: around and around, always circling back and starting all over again.

By some grace she falls asleep for a few hours, snapping awake at her alarm. Heart fluttering and stomach churning, she gets up, has a light breakfast...and then gets in the car for Hiashi to drive her to the hospital.

The ride is completely silent. Only once they park does he turn to her, expression - as always - unreadable.

“I know you’ve been dreading this...but best we just get it over with. Best to know for sure.”

Hinata doesn’t reply, just exiting the car and following him inside as they check her in. Prep doesn’t take too long. Dressed down in a powder blue gown, she’s wheeled into the surgery suite, given anesthesia...and then goes blissfully blank.

Waking is a slow process. First thing she notices is a dull ache in her arm, eyes dragging open to peer down at her wrist.

It’s wrapped in gauze, her IV in her other arm. The urge to peer at it itches like the skin beneath the wrappings.

Looking groggily around the room, she finds herself alone. Of course her father wouldn’t be here - probably off hounding a nurse somewhere, badgering them about releasing her so he can head home.

...the hospital has bitter memories, after all.

Going lax with a sigh, Hinata stares up at the ceiling. Well...it’s done. No going back now, unless she wants to try digging it out. But she’s not that desperate. She could keep it covered...never look at it...but even now, the temptation is great…

Why does it have to be so repulsive, and yet so enticing? It isn’t fair!

“Hinata.”

Glancing to the door, she finds her father. “...yes?”

“Once the anesthetic has worn off, we can go home. The nurses say an hour or two. Do you...need anything?”

The question surprises her, even more so given his awkward tone. “...no, I’m all right. Um...thank you.”

As he goes, she wonders if he’s been made aware of what her timer said when it was fully implanted. Or maybe they weren’t allowed to tell him…? But something about him just now seemed...odd.

With nothing to do while she waits, Hinata does her best to doze and make up some of her lost sleep. After nearly two hours, a nurse checks on her status, and gives her the clear the go. Hinata changes back into her clothes, moving to leave on her feet...only to have another nurse approach with a wheelchair.

She immediately balks. “Oh, I...I don’t need that -?”

“It’s a precaution for anyone coming out of anesthesia to prevent falls. Just until you get to your car, miss.”

Rather embarrassed - it’s not like she can’t walk! - Hinata sheepishly obliges, head ducked as they pass by other patients, visitors, and staff. As they go, her bowed face is turned to her wrist. Maybe she can just…

Carefully fiddling with the gauze and trying not to be noticed in case she gets scolded, Hinata nibbles her lip as they approach the elevator to the main floor. Easing the material back, she doesn’t look up as the door opens, two other figures in the lift already.

That’s when it happens.

With a soft series of beeps, Hinata flinches back from her arm, holding it aloft as though it’s suddenly on fire. Both Hiashi and the nurse balk, turning to her in question.

And inside the elevator comes a responding chorus of sound.

Time seems to slow.

Looking up, Hinata finally sees the other occupants of the lift. At the front is a young man in a wheelchair like herself, arms loosely folded atop his lap. And behind him, pushing the chair, is a boy more her age.

But he isn’t looking at her. He’s looking at his wrist, which is rapidly trilling.

...oh...you’ve got to be kidding.

The little group remains frozen, half in and half out of the elevator. Hiashi’s face is aghast, looking between his daughter and the stranger opposite them.

Said stranger then looks up, clearly just as taken aback.

The only one calm is the man in the wheelchair, who simply quips, “...Sasuke, I believe you should introduce yourself.”

.oOo.

So it occurred to me that I've never written a soulmate AU. Like...ever. At least that I can recall? Admittedly I have a slightly sketchy memory, but...yeah. As soon as I saw the prompt, I remembered seeing this AU floating around, and was like...okay sure, lmao I know it's a cliffie, but I think I can make tomorrow's prompt work for a part two! So you won't have to wait long, lol - also...with this one done, we're officially down to just ten days left to catch up. It feels a bit weird, admittedly, but I know it'll be even weirder when we're all caught up! Finally xD It's honestly a bit embarrassing having it drag on this long, but...well, couldn't help Life's interruptions. On that note tho, I really need to get to bed! Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #hyūga hiashi #uchiha itachi #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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givemequeen · 5 years

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she’s leaving home ; paul x reader

request: p1: where the reader is pregnant and can’t go out too much cause she’s having twins and maybe she’s really sensitive so she stays home.Paul starts going out a lot and comes home late and sometimes doesn’t come home at all.Your really sad but brush it off cause he’s stress enough.One day, Paul and the others are having a party and invite you but you can’t come but plan to surprise them and then you see him with a girl on his arm and leave. You start acting distant the way he does and ignoring him. p2: AHHHH I FORGOT TO SAY THAT IT WAS A PAUL X READER! I’m the anon that requested the pregnant with twins angsty story. SORRRYYY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH! I love ur angsty writings UwU a/n: bro :( lmao i forgot the word compartment so i went through my Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone book to find it pairing: paul x reader summary: the request word count: 2,567 (hahaha, didn’t do it on purpose (567))

“3 more months.” you thought. “Just 3 more months.” you looked down at your growing belly. At your last doctor’s appointment, Paul and you had found out you were having twins and you were very ecstatic and happy.

What you weren’t happy about was Paul’s recent behaviour. He had been going out an awful lot, you didn’t blame him. He was young, famous and rich. If he wanted to have fun with his friends you couldn’t stop him. But it was every night and, for God's sake, you were pregnant!

Sometimes he wouldn’t even come home and you would wake up in your cold and empty bed. He would come back during lunch time, still drunk and with a messy look. Paul would say he had stayed at John’s, Ringo’s or George’s and you were scared of asking them if he had stayed at theirs.

What if he was lying? Did you want to know the truth? What if he wasn’t lying? You didn’t want him to think you didn’t trust him. Would they even tell you the truth or would they protect their best friend?

A million questions would run through your mind as you stared at your cereal bowl. You hadn't seen Paul since yesterday morning when he left to go to the studio. The door opening starled you but you quickly calmed down when you saw Paul come inside, or more like fall inside.

“Paul...” you sighed as he threw his coat onto the coat hanger.

“I’m sorry yn... I should have called... I stayed with John.” he quickly said but did you believe him? You nodded and helped him go to your shared bedroom. He fell onto it and quickly fell asleep. You sighed once more, when was he going to learn?

***

For dinner, the guys all came over to your’s and Paul’s place. You cooked something nice for everyone and got ready. Ringo, George and John came together so you only had to open the door once.

“There’s a party tomorrow night, want to come yn?” asked John once you had all sat down.

“Oh I don’t know, I’m really tired recently,” you said as you served the food.

“Come on, please?” insisted John.

“Sorry John but being pregnant with twins does that to you.” you sat back down and John dropped the subject and moved on to another one. “Should I surprise them all and go to the party?” you thought as the conversation evolved.

***

Paul had left a couple hours ago and as soon as he left you had begun getting ready. You only had one dress that fit you at this point of the pregnancy so you slipped that on. You didn’t dare to wear heels and luckily you had a nice pair of comfortable sandals.

You put a little bit of makeup before going downstairs and getting a taxi that would drive you to the party. After paying the driver you got off and went up to the busy house. Even from outside, you could hear the thumping music.

The street was filled with cars and there were people around the house drinking. You walked up to the house and opened the door, the music nearly leaving you deaf. You looked around the house trying to find people you knew.

You went through the sea of people and into the living room. And that’s when all your deepest fears came true. Everything you had suspected was true, everything you feared was true.

Paul was sat on a couch surrounded by woman, he even had one of them sat on his lap. Your smile fell and so did your heart. How could he do this to you? You were so disgusted, had he slept with any? He was looking away but you could tell it was him, who else could it be?

You didn’t think twice before running back out of the house and getting another taxi to take you home. You tried not crying in the taxi as to not cause a scene. Once the taxi reached your home you rushed inside and threw your shoes off. In a blur, you changed into your pyjamas and jumped onto the bed.

Your world became blurry as the tears started to spill. You rubbed your pump and cried even more. How could he do this to you when you were pregnant? Was he not thinking about his children? Was he that selfish that we would let them grow up with divorced parents or in a broken family?

***

The next morning you woke up with Paul by your side. He had his arm over you and you were disgusted. You pushed it away and luckily for you he didn’t wake up. You rushed to the bathroom when a sick feeling washed over. After cleaning yourself up and you went to the kitchen to eat what the babies were craving.

“Morning,” said Paul from behind you making you scoff, how could he just talk to you? “Everything okay?”

“Yes.” you snapped. Paul shrugged it off, probably the pregnancy. Little did he know you knew his secret. You watched as he made his coffee, as he lived his life as though nothing had happened. As though he hadn’t destroyed your family by sleeping around.

For the next couple of weeks, you avoided him at all costs. Whenever he made plans you claimed you were sick or not up for him. He started getting worried when you began ignoring him. Paul would call out your name from the living room and you wouldn’t answer leaving him with no other option but to go all the way to your room.

“yn!” he said from the doorway.

“What?!” you snapped, that’s how it had been recently. You had been snapping at him all the time.

“What’s wrong?” Paul asked, sitting down next to you on the bed. You scoffed and returned to your book as you rolled your eyes. “yn...”

“Fuck off cunt,” you said leaving him a little taken back.

“What did I do?”

“What did you do?” you asked in disbelief. “I don’t know... Let me think...” you sarcastically said. “Cheat on me maybe?” once the words left your mouth there was no going back.

“Cheat- Cheat on you?” Paul asked, his voice absolutely broken. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know Paul. Maybe it was you going out every night? Not coming home? Staying at your “friend’s house”? Or maybe it was when I saw you with a girl sitting on your lap!” you said with disgust.

“What girl?” he asked making you scoff again.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re going to deny it? At least own up to it!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Really? The party John invited me to?” you asked trying to refresh his memory.

“yn...” Paul looked down and shook his head. “That wasn’t me, you have to believe me.”

“You-You're joking, right?” you stood up and ran your hands through your hair. Paul stood up as well, standing on the other side of the bed.

“I’m not!”

“I saw you!”

“You saw someone else! I would never do that to you! I’ll admit it, I’ve been partying too hard, way too much and I should have been home with you. Helping you and being there for you.” Paul said moving a bit closer to you but stopping when you backed away.

“I can’t fucking believe you... Just admit it.” you said as tears began streaming down your cheeks.

“I won’t admit something I haven’t done love.”

Love

“Don’t you trust me?” he asked making you shiver. Just what you feared.

“I want to be alone... Just go.” you turned and looked out the window. Paul hesitated, all he wanted to do was hug you and say everything was going to be alright, that he was sorry for not being home but he had to respect your wishes so he left you alone. You had your hand over your mouth and you were questioning your memory. Who had you seen?

That night Paul slept outside on the couch while you laid awake staring at the roof. Occasionally you would glance next to you wishing Paul was there and that nothing had gone wrong but you couldn’t change the past, you couldn’t change what you had done.

You had to leave, you had to get out. Go home, visit your mum, your dad, your siblings. At 3 am you gave up on sleeping and began packing your suitcase. You did surprisingly quickly, all you had to do is leave. You went down the corridor and stopped when you passed the living room.

His soft snores filled the quiet room and you felt bad. You couldn’t just leave when things got hard. But you had to you, it was what was best for both of you. Get some space and time to think. But you couldn’t run away, you wrote a little note.

I need space and time to think, yn

You frowned at it and set it down on the coffee table before getting your suitcase and hopping onto a taxi that took you to the train station. The station was quiet and empty considering it was nearly 5 am. You booked a ticket to the town your parents lived in, you were surprised they even had trains that went there.

Once you found your assigned compartment and smiled when you realised it was empty. You somehow managed to put the suitcase in the overhead compartment and finally fell asleep on the seat. Unfortunately, the ride wasn’t too long so you didn’t have much time to sleep.

When the train harshly stopped you jumped up. It took you some time to get adjusted to the light but once the corridor began filling up you got your luggage and left the train. You flagged down a taxi and gave your parent’s address. It was 7am according to your watch.

Considering it was Saturday a normal family would be asleep, but not yours. You remember your childhood days when you had to wake up at 7:30 am even on weekends as to ‘not waste time’. You hated it but once you left your house you still woke up early.

Your parents weren’t too strict. In fact, that was one of the only rules they had. Of course, you had a time you had to be home by and you couldn’t drink if you were under the legal age. Surprisingly they let you have guys over as long the door was a little bit open.

The taxi stopped pulling you out of your trip down memory lane. You paid the driver and smiled as you got out. They helped you with your luggage and sped away once you were by the door. You knocked and waited for someone to open the door.

Another smile was plastered on your face when your mum opened the door. She smiled just as big. “YN! What are you doing here?” she asked as she hugged you tightly. “You’ve gotten big- DARLING, YN’S HERE!” you mum yelled. You heard shuffling from the kitchen and two pairs of feet rushing out the kitchen.

Your dad and younger sister rushed towards you with big smiles just like your mum. They hugged you, carefully not to hurt you. “Where’s Paul?” asked your dad as he brought your luggage in and closed the door. You frowned at the name and wiped a tear away.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” asked your mum as she guided you into the living room. You sat down on the couch and hugged your mum as you broke down into tears.

“I thought he was cheating on me! Staying out late every night, sometimes not even coming home. And the last straw was when I saw another woman sat on his lap at a party.” you explained once you calmed down. Your dad and sister had left the two of you.

“What did he say?” your mum asked, knowing you would have said something to him by now if not you wouldn’t be here.

“He said it wasn’t him...”

“You believe him?” she asked with no judgement, her arms still wrapped around you.

“I- I don’t know... Why would he lie? Not like him to lie... Or cheat...” you said questioning your judgement.

“You shouldn’t have left...”

“I know mum!” you snapped instantly regretting it. “Sorry...” you mumbled. “I just need space, time to think, y’know?” you added.

“Yeah, I’ll go make your room. You can stay here as long as you want, okay?” you nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Once your mum was done she called you and your sister helped you up with your luggage. It saddened everyone seeing you like this so (your sister’s name) sat you down on your bed and began telling you everything going on with her life.

She reminded you of you and Paul when you were younger. She talked about boys in her high school and her school and social life. She told you about what she wanted to do after high school, what she wanted to do in university. Soon enough your mind was cleared and before dinner (your sister’s name) went downstairs to help your dad cook.

You were looking around your old room when your mum called you to go downstairs, you thought it was for dinner but you were wrong. She had a worried look on her face and on her left hand was the house’s phone. You frowned knowing what was going to happen.

“We’ll leave you alone.” your mum said before disappearing into the closed kitchen.

“Hello?” you asked even though you knew who it was.

“yn...” Paul said finally relieved. “You scared me, I’ve been calling everyone. You weren’t with John, Ringo, George or with any of your friends. What were you thinking?” you scoffed at his question.

“I asked for time and space and the first thing you do it look for me? Paul do you not know what space means?” you snapped at him.

“Yes yn, sorry but I was worried.”

“Okay, sorry for running off but I needed to think.” you fell into an awkward silence.

“I didn’t cheat, I swear it,” Paul said breaking the silence. “Why would I lie?”

“Why does anyone lie?” you knew you were wrong but there was a slight chance he could be lying. If he wasn’t, then who did he see? “Paul, who did I see then?” you asked as you leaned agaisnt the wall.

“I- I don’t know but it wasn’t me. The guys and I were... getting stoned upstairs with a couple of other guys who can vouch for me,” Paul said with shame, he knew you didn’t like it when he took drugs especially with two kids on the way.

“Stoned guys who can vouch for you?” you joked. Paul relaxed when he heard you laugh on the side of the phone. “Okay Paul, I believe you. I’m sorry,” you added quietly.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t go out so much, I should be with you more.”

“Paul I don’t want you to stop having fun because of me.” you said.

“I know, I know. But I want to be with you more often, I promise.”

“Okay Paulie.” he smiled at the pet name.

“Come home?”

“I’ll be there tomorrow.”

#the beatles #the beatles headcanon #the beatles x reader #the beatles fluff #the beatles angst #the beatles smut #the beatles prompts #the beatles one shot #the bealtes imagines #paul mccartney #paul mccartney headcanon #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney fluff #paul mccartney angst #paul mccartney smut #paul mccartney one shot #paul mccartney imagine #the bealtes imagine

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greennct · 5 years

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you in chenle’s camera lens

part 2 for the ‘chenle in your camera lens’ fansite!au, as requested by a lovely anon!! you can find part 1 here!! i actually really enjoyed writing this, even though I didn't originally plan for this to have a part two I'm actually super happy with it yay! hope you enjoy 💞💖💘

(warning!! sm is portrayed as a super nice/chill company in this au which we all know is not the case lmao so just to let everyone know before y’all get triggered this is a work of fiction!! hee hee)

3.4k words, angst-y i guess ??? but mostly just fluff!!

song rec: stop thinking (about me) by alfie templeman

it had been about a week since chenle had given you his number and surprise surprise, you still hadn’t worked up the courage to text him

to be honest, you were way too pressured to try and find something extremely witty to text him for your opening line, so it was taking you ages to actually work up the guts to send him a message

it was only after seeing a not-so-cryptic tweet from the nct dream twitter account (ah~ waiting for a text is hard, czennies! 💚), that you felt comfortable enough to actually send anything, knowing that chenle was waiting for you to break the silence

deciding against trying to be overly funny or flirtatious, just in case you managed to embarrass yourself as usual, you instead decided to send a picture of chenle doing one of his famous meme faces. it was one you had never posted online before, and were sure he would recognise to be taken by you. you followed it with a short hi!

for all your week of deliberating over how to start the conversation, you received a reply pretty much instantaneously

it was a whole stream of compliments on your photography skills,,,, and on you in general,,,,,

highlights included: “this belongs on the cover of time magazine,” and, “you put every other photographer throughout history to shame,” and even, “i’m making one of the ugliest faces known to humanity, but somehow you’ve made me look almost as cute as you do”

the banter between the two of you struck up easily, as you replied with a series of keyboard smashes, and soon enough, the two of you were pretty much texting constantly

each day, you woke up and went to sleep with a good morning and goodnight text from chenle. he was constantly asking how your day was, and sending memes at all hours of the night. it got to the point where you had to chide the boy to go to sleep, knowing he had to wake up at a ridiculous time the next day

chenle showed such a genuine and wholehearted interest in your life, always pressing you for the tiniest details about your day, simply because he wanted to know how you were

for example, the summer flew by, and you eventually started college, texting chenle all the while. to your utter delight, he turned out to be a godsend at helping to make sure that you could properly balance your education with your duties as a fansite

there were simple yet infinitely thoughtful things he did to try and help you organise everything, such as sending a quick message telling you it wasn’t worth skipping your afternoon lecture to attend a certain schedule, because they were already running a few hours, made your life so much easier, and made you appreciate him even more

and of course throughout this time, your crush on him grew and grew: how could it not?

however, you felt incredibly awkward with your emotions. you knew that chenle must reciprocate your feelings, at least to a certain extent, but you were extremely hesitant to confess

primarily, because of how awkward it would be to do so over text, but mostly because you were incredibly conscious of both yours and his reputation. after all, you had barely escaped been skinned alive the last time chenle had expressed a mild fondness towards your photos by certain fans

the sad but straightforward truth of the matter was, that a relationship with chenle was completely hopeless. nevertheless, that didn’t stop you from letting yourself indulge in daydreams where the two of you went on an endless stream cute coffee dates, uninterrupted by any of the drama that was your reality

and so, as autumn turned to winter, you found yourself stuck in a limbo, dutifully attending nct dream events as a fansite, vying for chenle’s attention like everyone else in the crowd, but then returning home to exchange flirty text messages with him all evening

and that’s how things stayed, for a while, until suddenly you received an incredibly unusual text from him

“this is a little last minute, but the photographer for our next comeback’s jacket photoshoot just cancelled on us, but we’ve got this whole warehouse rented out for tomorrow, so i recommended you to fill in!! can you make it? x”

you kind of blinked for a few seconds, just staring at the text, disbelieving of what chenle had just asked you do to

you then came to your senses, and quickly sent back a gushing paragraph, full of typos, to confirm that yes, you would love to take photos for nct dream’s new album

chenle immediately sent back a few details of the concept, some photos of the set and even a demo of the title track, in order to give you an idea of what was expected from you

you realised, with a small shiver down your spine, how much the boy must truly trust you, in order for him to expose so much about the comeback, knowing full well you could post it anywhere, but somehow confident that you weren’t going to

something about that small, get significant fact,,,, made your heart melt a little more for chenle

the next day you turn up at the address chenle gave you, pretty much scared shitless as you’re driven on a golf cart past countless grey warehouses until you reach the one labelled to be owned by sm

as soon as you walk in, you’re met with the title track blaring from every. corner, and a mixture of either sleepy of hyper boys wriggling around in makeup chairs

too shy to actually go up to the members before the formal shoot, you take a quick tour around the locations that you were about to be shooting in

you were incredibly nervous to get the photos right, as you were terrified of criticism from not only the company, but also all the nctzens you knew would scrutinise every photo for any indication of you somehow damaging the dreamies’ image

you heard your name being called behind you. spinning around, you were met with a beam so bright you felt it was ridiculous that chenle was so happy so early in the morning. you tried to keep up with the bright and amiable conversation he was attempting to initiate with you, however your nerves made sure you kept spacing out and glancing around nervously

however, you were suddenly shocked back into the present when chenle placed his hands on either side of your face, cupping your cheeks gently, and leaning his head down slightly to bring himself to eye level with you, lowering his voice

“you’re going to do great, you know. i didn’t recommend you just because you were cute, you’re insanely talented as well!” after the heart-stopping compliment, chenle immediately bounced off to go and touch up his makeup, whilst you were left, standing stock still with a goofy smile on your face, feeling as though every single one of your fears had suddenly been dissolved

before you knew it the shoot had started, and you slowly became more and more comfortable with directing the dreamies, as you realised that you were completely in your element. shouting a mixture of cues, jokes, and sly digs at the boys, you made sure to have nct dream in stitches of laughter in order to create the bright concept that their unit was known for

solo shots with the boys had you glad that the camera lens hid how flushed you were at the close proximity and casual conversation with each of the members. you were still surprised that they recognised you, some even greeting you by name before striking up an easygoing banter as you snapped away

of course, chenle seemed even more ethereal than any of the other boys to you, however you had to keep asking him to be serious, as he stuck firmly to his habit of making silly faces at the camera lens, meaning that his shoot was much longer than any of the other members’

before you knew it, you had collected all of the shots that sm wanted. they were going to edit and master them privately, but thanked you for your hard work with a large amount of praise from the staff members, and a cheque that had your eyes watering slightly as you left

“we’ll keep an eye on you, from now on.” a production manager had informed you on your way out, “you’re on our call list.”

and, to your surprise,,,,,,, you actually were

you ended becoming nct dream’s official unofficial press photographer whenever sm’s other employees were unable to make it

instead of chasing behind company cars for 1 good photo out of 100 blurry ones, you found yourself being allowed to roam freely backstage, capturing the nct members however you wished, so long as you flashed your sm employee ID

though you always made sure you were careful to stay as quiet and respectful as possible, however it wasn’t long before people started to notice your name being credited on official photos, and you were quickly seen to be legendary within the fansite community

when sm didn’t need you, and you followed nct unofficially, your friends would always tease you by oohing and aahing when you turned up, creating a space for you right at the front, as they claimed you were ‘nct dream’s favourite fansite’

it was embarrassing, but honestly,,, not nearly as bad as you thought the backlash was going to be. people commended you for your success, rather than being jealous of it, and therefore you allowed yourself to not only get used to,,,,, but also start to enjoy spending time as a press photographer

that was,,,,,,,,,,,,,, until one fateful inkigayo pre-recording

you see, spending so much more time with nct dream obviously meant that you spent so much more time with chenle

and boy, if you thought you liked him before, you were sure you were pretty much in love with him by now

effortlessly sweet, buying you an endless stream of drinks and snacks and always somehow full of energy, and up for a chat, the two of you grew closer and closer

you found yourself slipping into your daydreams much more often, as it was much easier to do whilst staring into chenle’s eyes

what’s more, chenle never stopped being flirty. admittedly, at times he was awkward and embarrassed by his bold words, however never enough to stop from showering you in compliments, and offering you his jacket at any and every opportunity

that day, you had been called in to shoot some candids of the pre-recording, and dutifully showed up at 3 in the morning, yawning as you waved your press badge at the security guard before being waved through

the hour or so you spent taking shots went by quickly, as it usually did, and you returned to the empty green room to start to pack up your camera equipment

suddenly, you heard heavy footsteps bolting into the room behind you. you turned to greet whoever had entered, when you found yourself barely inches from chenle’s face

he was ecsatic, blurting out something about how happy he was that the recording had gone so well, shimmering slightly from sweat, sunlight pouring out of his eyes

and you tried to focus on what he was saying,, but you couldn’t help yourself,,,, you leaned in, and pressed a kiss to his lips

the kiss itself only lasted a few seconds, more of a chaste peck than anything else, and you drew away quickly, shocked at your own actions

chenle started to follow your lips with his own instinctively, eye half-closed as he leaned in for a second kiss, before you let out a shocked gasp, and he opened his eyes wide in response

you had realised what you had done

not only was this probably the most unprofessional thing you had ever done, you were pretty sure that it was illegal, since you were certain he must have signed a contract that made him swear off dating

he started into your panicked eyes, confused as he saw tears well up in them

“i'm so sorry” you whispered, hardly daring to speak. you didn’t even let him finish the “why-” that started to escape from his mouth before grabbing your camera bag and basically sprinting out of the building

once confident that you were out of reach of chenle, you sunk against a back wall, head in your hands and heart racing as you realised what you had done

not only had you kissed chenle without asking if he wanted to, a detail you didn’t even think about at the time, but gnawed at your conscience now, you had completely violated the company’s unspoken trust that you would keep everything completely platonic between yourself and the members

your stomach sinking,,,, you realised this was probably the end of you working for sm

however chenle surprised you again by not speaking a word of your kiss to anyone at the company

though you never directly asked him, ignoring all of his increasingly frantic texts, you were called by sm multiple times in the upcoming months to fill in for various photographers

however, you could not bring yourself to face chenle after the incident, and turned each and every offer down

it took a few weeks for sm to realise that you suddenly weren’t photographing nct dream anymore, as you longer turned up as a fansite either, however they never asked you for an explanation as to why

eventually, the calls from sm,,,,, and the texts from chenle,,,, just stopped

after just over a month of this radio silence, you received a call from sm, asking you to photograph red velvet instead of nct during their final practice before their comeback

though you didn’t know the group very well, you admired red velvet, and had always liked listening to their songs. therefore, you convinced yourself that since it was very unlikely that you would actually have to bump into chenle since the appointment was scheduled so late, it would be okay to take the job

besides, you were a broke college student who needed that coin to live lmao

and so, the next week you snuck into the main company building at around 11:30, following signs to open the door the practice room you had been told you were needed in,,,, but upon entering you froze in shock. this was not what you had been prepared for at all

the room did not have any members of red velvet in it, instead, it was completely empty,,,,, apart from the one person you had been trying so hard to avoid these past few months

chenle stood in the centre of the room, immediately walking over to you when he saw your figure in the doorframe

the lights were slightly dimmed, and a lone scented candle was lit next to the stereo in what looked like an attempt to set a romantic mood, along with some kind of slow, 60s love song

in other words, you were in trouble

“chenle, i-” you started to protest, to apologise, to do something to at least to try and salvage the situation, and not let your heart get broken, however you were silenced by the boy stepping forwards slightly, and taking your hand

speechless, you simply let chenle gently tug you into his chest, snaking his left arm around your waist as he swayed you gently to the rhythm

,,,,,you were incredibly confused, to say the least

after weeks of you determinedly and successfully avoiding chenle, here you were, lured into a room with the very person you were sure sm would want to keep you away from, and, without any kind of explantation,,,,, he had started to slow dance with you

eventually, chenle murmured “why did you run away?” and you stayed silent, wondering what you were going to say. you were in such a state of shock at such a dramatic turn of events that you weren't exactly sure what you were supposed to say

“you know we can't do this, chenle,,,” you trailed off, unsure of how to handle the situation

“why not? i really like you, and i'm pretty sure you like me to, what with the whole kiss n’ all, so what’s stopping you?”

“your company, chenle!” you protested, voice still small and scared, looking up at him with watery eyes “they won’t allow it!”

chenle stopped swaying and looked into your eyes with a face filled with disbelief “you’re an idiot.”

“excuse me?!” you frowned, bewildered by his sudden change in attitude

“the company don't give a monkey’s ass, so long as i'm working!”

“b-but,, your contract,,?” you questioned

“there’s never been anything about dating in there, that’s just a stupid rumour. i'm pretty sure half the staff members have been taking bets on how long it would take us to get together, since it’s so damn obvious how much i like you!”

you literally almost slapped yourself. from all of your hours and hours spent arguing with yourself about how wrong it was to like chenle, the sudden realisation that not only were your feelings completely accepted, but also reciprocated, was almost too much for you to handle

you found yourself giggling hysterically, leaning into chenle’s chest for support as you buried your face in his t-shirt

“i'm so stupid!” you practically wheezed, finally looking back at chenle, the laughter dying in your throat as you caught him looking at you with such tenderness, and a fondness behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite describe

“can i kiss you?” he murmured, tilting your chin upwards with his fingertips

you closed the gap between the two of you instantly, feeling chenle smile through the kiss at your eagerness

as you sighed slightly into his lips, something told you,,,, you were going to enjoy your photography gigs at sm a lot more from now on

and now,,, here you were, about a month after that eventful evening, clicking, with shaking hands, on the latest upload to the nct dream youtube channel

it was a short video, only about three minutes long, and depicted a compilation of clips set to music

you couldn’t help but gasp as your name popped up in the first few seconds, crediting you as the person who had filmed the entire video, and barely let your breath go as the video continued

the shots showed chenle going on a series of adventures all around seoul: walking along the han river, trying on increasingly goofy outfits in a thrift shop, mucking around in convenience stores,

then, chenle eating a plethora of different meals, feeding a bite of his food multiple times to the camera jokingly

chenle holding out a bunch of flowers to the lens, with a blush that matched the bright pink roses

chenle turning his phone around, face full of laughter, to show the camera a barely blurred out photo of renjun

and finally,,,, chenle taking the camera and turning it around, so that every single person watching the video could see, that the whole time that the video had been filmed,,,,,, he had been on dates with you

a tiny handwritten note popped up at the end “please support us!! i love them a lot, & i know my czennies will as well! get ready for lots more couple content soon hehehe :) love, chenle 💚💚”

you sighed contentedly, finally loosening your tight grip on chenle’s hand as you scrolled through the comment section

there was nothing but well-wishers, shipping accounts already started, fans boasting about their predictions of the fact you two were in relationship months before the video was released

“i knew they’d love you” chenle beamed, resting his head on your shoulder as he yawned sleepily - the two of you had curled up on your dorm room couch to wait for the video to be released

you didn’t say anything, softly running your fingers through his hair instead. you didn’t need to, you knew he understood how happy you were, purely from your contented silence

after all, you had a camera, an adorable boyfriend, and a small army of people incredibly invested in your relationship - what more could you need?

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tynct · 5 years

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Seeker

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»summary: maybe flying straight into your crush in the middle of a quidditch match isn’t the smartest idea

»genre: hogwarts!au

»words: 1258

»a/n: im so excited to post this lmao i havent read/watched the movies or books in a while im sorry if anything isnt correct hhh if you want to request an nct hogwarts au pls go ahead theyre fun to make!

You’re well aware of the eyes on you from below; you can feel the icy stares of the Slytherin team from all the way from up here. They had booked the field after you, and you don’t need to glance at the clock to know that they’re early.

“I hate when their practice is right after ours,” Chenle mutters when he pulls his broom next to yours, but sends down a friendly wave which nobody returns. “See? They can’t even be nice to the competition.”

You groan at the reminder of the quidditch match tomorrow, Hufflepuff vs Slytherin, the team with the best Seeker in all of the school, who just so happens to be Jeno, their extremely overly punctual captain.

“I bet you’re excited by that,” The knowing grin on Chenle’s face makes you hmp in annoyance.

“Before you even say it, I do not like Jeno.”

“We all know that’s a lie!” Renjun shouts as he zooms by, nearly sending both of you off you brooms and you grab onto the handles to keep from falling.

“Watch where you’re going!” Chenle disappears to chase after him, leaving you to overthink once again. You had been worried about the match before Jeno had appeared on the edge of the field, but now all you can do is stare at him from the corner of your eye.

Maybe, just maybe, you do like him. It was a stupid crush you’ve been trying to stomp down since the first year you had met him, but no matter how hard you tried, nothing stops the fluttering feeling you’d get in you chest when he was around. You even resorted to taking one of Renjuns funky potions, and all that had done was make your tongue purple for a month.

You remember the moment you had seen him on the train, and you had gathered up all the courage you had and walked into his cart. The first thing you had done was reach out and shake his hand, and it had been enough to win him over and share the bag of treats he had bought from the trolly going around.

But then everything changed when you two had been sorted into different houses, and then suddenly, he wasn’t the sweet person you had met on the train. He was the definition of a Slytherin, along with all the bad stereotypes people had about the house. It was a complete 360 of his character, and you never talked besides during the few times you were sat next to each other in class.

The next day comes quicker than you had noticed, and you take a moment to breathe as you take off into the sky. You’ve never felt this nervous before, besides when it was your first day as captain, and you know exactly why your stomach is in knots; you had spotted Jeno on the way over to the field, and you try not to think too much of how you had tripped when he met your gaze. It had been embarrassing enough without Chenle and Renjun howling by your side.

The whistle of the referee rips you out of your thoughts, and you immediately take off towards the Slytherin who had grabbed the Quaffle. She weaves past your teammates as they try and snatch the ball, and just when you’re within reach, she dives straight down and you winces when you nearly loses your balance.

The relief of not slipping into the air within the first minute of the match doesn’t last long, because you fly straight into another player, and then the world goes black as you’re ripped away from your broom.

After playing quidditch for so long, you know when you wakes up in the infirmary after breaking something. You sit up slowly, and if you felt this terrible after being healed, you can’t imagine how bad of a fall it had been during the game. It makes you wonder what happened to the other person as you glances around the room, vision still blurry as you swings you legs over the bed. The dull pain that goes up your ankle has you wincing, and you pause from reaching down to rub the joint when you notices Jeno on the cot beside you.

He’s unconscious, and you realize with a start that he must’ve been the one you had ran into. You grab at your hair in a panic, nervously looking around to see if anyone would notice you bolting before he woke up. You doesn’t want to stick around once Jeno awakens, because if he remember that you had put him in here- a shiver goes up your spine at the thought, and you’d very much rather not have your bones broken again, thank you very much.

“Y/n..?”

Your heart drops at the sound of his voice, your grip on the railing tightening to prepare yourself for his rath, but when he turn to you, you freeze. He’s staring at you with the softest look in his eyes you’ve seen since you met him, and you barely have a moment to process it before it disappears, and the rage you had been so afraid of makes an appearance as his brows come together angrily.

“What are you, a rookie?” he rasp. “I cannot believe you did that.”

“Right, about that-”

“And I can’t believe I caught you after you flew into me!”

You perks at his words. “Sorry, what?”

The sour look he shoot at him doesn’t phase you in the slightest, and he huff as he cross his arms. “You knocked yourself out, so I caught you, but because you’re so heavy, I fell off my broom too, and guess what? You landed on top of me, and I broke my wrist.”

“You caught me? Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

You, stupidly, hope for a confession, because why else would he save you from breaking your neck? Especially after nearly slamming him off his broom as well.

“I didn’t want you to die before I beat your ass in quidditch,” he says, and your heart falls.

“Oh,” You swallows the disappointment, ready to lay back and wrap yourself in the blanket in shame when he speak up again.

“...And, I don’t know, I just felt this urge to save you? You were nice to me on the train, and I couldn’t just let you, uh, fall? I also sort of like you, so there’s that-” Jeno gapes as he slaps a hand over his mouth, your expressions matching as he sputter to come up with an excuse. “Not in that way! I-I mean, maybe? I must’ve hit my head harder than I thought, I’m going to go get the nurse-”

“I like you too!” You blurt out loudly, the other patients in the infirmary glancing your way and you laugh nervously as you duck down. It makes Jeno pause from standing, and you gulp when he rounds the bed, holding your gaze until he sits beside you and you rips your eyes to the ground.

You nearly jumps out of your skin when he reaches out and takes your hand, and before either of you can say anything, a shriek makes you both flinch. Chenle is shaking Renjun as he points your way, his voice echoing as he cries, “Y/n finally confessed! I never thought I’d see the day!”

“‘Finally confess’, huh?” Jeno grins smugly, but he gives himself away when he blushes all the way from his hairline to his neck.

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daddiesdrarryy · 6 years

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Sweet Dreams

Harry kicked his blanket off as he stretched his legs and arms out, feeling a bit dizzy, he stood up and steadied himself, he had had a hard day today, Robarbs had made him do a bunch of paperwork and Hermione had shouted at him for something he couldn’t remember, then he Flooed home and someone told him to have a nap, and he felt worse after he had his nap.

His bedroom was all red, the curtains were white, he felt so strange standing there. Walking down the stair, he saw a flash of red in the kitchen

“Harry, you’re up” Ginny turned around and smiled at him, she was wearing a red apron, Harry froze, she shuffled towards him and kissed him on the lips “Dinner is ready”

Wait, was he married to Ginny?

But….what?

“Daddy” A small redhead girl ran up to his arms and smiled “Mommy wouldn’t let me play outside”

“It’s because you have homework, Lily” Ginny arched an eyebrow at the young girl and Lily just buried her face in his neck

Oh, so her name was Lily, and he was married to Ginny, what? But, Harry was gay, this couldn’t be

“Ginny? I thought you got married to Blaise?”

“What?” Ginny laughed at him “Are you kidding me? I would never, and also, he got married to Malfoy”

“Draco Malfoy?” Harry gaped at his so-called wife “But-…”

“Oh it’s dinner, and tonight” She pulled him flushed to her and whispered in his ear “I will let you do anything to me, in anyway possible”

Harry pushed her away and stepped back until he hit the table and woke up

“Gah! Oh Merlin” He opened his eyes and there was darkness all around him, he turned around and hugged the person next to him

“Did you have nightmare?” The light from the sky outside his windows were shining and he sat up once again, scrambling to his feet

Ginny turned around and asked “What are you doing? Come back here” She smiled and he shook his head, this couldn’t be real, he turned around and run out of the room, as soon as he opened the door, he woke up again and was soon woken up again by a voice that screamed in his ear

“Daddy!” A girl yelled again “Daddy wake up!”

“Huh huh?” Harry sat straight up and looked around, the room was filled with red walls and green curtains, and a small blonde girl was standing on the side of the bed, looking up at him

“Er…Lily?” He uttered and hoped that he was right

“Yes, dad, now that you’ve established my name, dinner is ready and you’re going to be punished if you don’t come down soon” She nagged and started pulling his arm, Harry felt so familiar when he heard her response

“Punished by who?” He asked but the girl ran away first, so he followed her, unable to register what was really happening

“Finally showed up, eh? How do you feel now?” A voice spoke from the kitchen, Harry walked slowly in to see Draco in a red apron, apparently he was cooking something, he turned around and looked at Harry with his grey eyes “What? Is there something on my face?”

Harry just ran up to Draco and hugged him tight, wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck, he buried his head in the the crook of the blonde’s neck

“Harry? What’s wrong?” Draco pulled off and asked, Harry grabbed Draco’s left hand up to his face and observed, there was a silver ring there, and he looked back at his hand, also a ring, he sighed in relief “Harry! Tell me”

“Er, so I have this weird dream” He started

“Yeah?”

“I woke up and I saw Ginny and Lily but Lily was a redhead and Ginny started dirty talking to me and she kissed me and I freaked out so I pushed her away and then I was woken up by the real Lily and I found you and I’ve never been happier”

“Harry, calm down, you’re speaking like Hermione when she’s talking about magical theories” Draco cupped Harry’s face and smiled “It’s not real, it’s just a nightmare, Ginny is married to Blaise you dumbass, now dinner’s ready, call the kids in”

“I love you” Harry said and Draco smiled at him, pecking him on the lips

“I know, you sap” He continued “And tonight, I have a special something for you” He whispered into Harry’s ear

“Ahhh this is so much better” Harry sighed and kissed Draco, only to hear the groaning sounds from the kitchen door

“Oh come on dad, it’s gross” Scorpius and Albus growled but Lily just giggled at them. Harry had never been so scared of nightmares before, but looking at Draco and their kids right now, he couldn’t feel any safer

“Hey, so why did Hermione yell at me today? Do you remember?” He wrapped his arms around Draco’s torso and leaned his chin on his husband’s shoulder

“Oh, you pissed her off because she’s pregnant but you and Ron made a bet on it to see what gender the baby will have”

“Oh, oh” Harry’s memory came back to him, he remembered, she had yelled him through the Floo call and she said she would hex him when she saw him….Oh no

“She’s coming over later” Draco turned around to kiss Harry’s cheek and said “She’s still pissed with you guys, and I can’t help you with that”

“But Draco” He nagged

“You’re clearly wrong, Harry, so you have to suffer the consequences”

“Why did I get married to you again?” He joked and Draco smirked at him

“Because you love my arse and my skills in b-…”

“Aww come on dads, we are right here” Harry and Draco burst out laughing when the boys protested again

Suddenly the room started spinning and Harry was alone again

“Harry?” A voice called and there she was, Ginny was standing at the door and looking at him fondly

“What? No” He refused to believe that this was real

“Harry, what are you talking about?”

“Where’s my Draco? Where’s he?”

“Harry, Malfoy is dead” She frowned and he gasped

“What?”

“He died in Sixth Year, don’t you remember? You casted the curse on him and he died, Snape couldn’t rescue him”

“What?” Harry looked frantically around the house and tried to grab something to steady himself “No no no, he can’t die, I love him, Draco, I love him”

“Harry, we’ve been married for 10 years, Malfoy is dead” She stepped forward and he raised his arm up

“No, stay away from me” He was on the verge of breaking down “He can’t die, I’m married to him, we have kids together. No, no!”

“Harry” A soft voice called, Harry spun around to see Draco standing at the front door, he looked like a ghost, white and blurry

“Draco! No” He tried to reach out but Ginny was holding him back

“He’s dead, Harry” She yelled

“You’re too late, Harry” Draco said and he disappeared into thin air. Harry broke free from Ginny’s grips and ran to the door, calling out Draco’s name and tried to search for him. It was no use, Draco was gone.

“Harry!” Harry opened his eyes and he was staring into the ceiling again, with the dimly light from the candles on the bedside table.

“Harry!” He turned his head and saw Draco looking at him with worried eyes “Are you okay?”

Sweats were trickling down his forehead but he managed to squash Draco in a tight hug, he buried his face into the crook of Draco’s neck and sniffed

“Is this real? Pinch me” Harry said and Draco laughed at him

“Pinch you?”

“Yes, do i- OW” He shrieked when Draco pinched him in the arm, he smiled and mumbled “Yes thank God this is real”

“Did you just have a nightmare?” Draco gently cupped his face and Harry nodded

“A lot of them, tell you tomorrow” He sighed and pressed a hard kiss on Draco’s plum lips

“Well then, let’s get back to sleep” Draco draped his arm over Harry’s chest and sighed happily

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep after that” Harry still remembered what he had just dreamt and he shivered

“Well then” Draco smirked and straddled Harry’s lap “I think we can come up with other things to do before the kids wake up, they will be, in an hour, and you know Lily will barge in our room as soon as she wakes up”

Harry chuckled and pulled Draco down for a kiss. He still has dreams about the war sometimes, but losing Draco in this dream was probably one of his worst moments ever. His thoughts slowly drifted away as Draco started whimpering under his touches, he couldn’t even think of a life without Draco now, fuck those nightmares.

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Someone asked me to write a ficlet with the plot they gave me, the plot is quite interesting so I decided to do it, my writing is horrible so don’t judge me lol

Update: I added some more lmao because I was bored

#drarry #my writing #daddiesdrarry on instagram #dracomalfoy #harrypotter #dracoxharry #ficlet #drabble #prompt #drarryficlet #writing #hermione granger #drarry squad #drarry gang

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vento-di-fata · 5 years

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Heilig - Kaminari Denki x OC

Hello everyone! This is my entry for @kazooli 's contest, for which I chose the following prompt:

While I love my beautiful tired boi, I decided to change the destination of the prompt to Kaminari Denki a.k.a my pikachu prince <3, for which I can write better and also I know better as a character.

Hope you like it!

Trigger warning: graphic description of panic attacks and depression, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts and medication overdose

If you feel like any of these warnings may affect you, please refrain from reading further. I tried my best to portray my character's disability and her and Kaminari's struggles with mental health as realistically as possible.

The title is inspired by the song Heilig by Tokio Hotel. Yep I still like Tokio Hotel because I’m still in my emo phase since I was 7, sue me.

Heilig

It wasn't the first time it happened.

Actually, it happened so many times that Moe had gotten kind of used to it.

It had been a stable occurrence since her childhood, and so many time there were mornings when she would wake up and know that she couldn't do it that day.

First it was the weight on her chest, then the numbness that seemed to fill her head with white static noise, like the one made by her hearing aids that time she broke them.

Then, it was the whirlwind of thoughts and anxiety, that made her heart race and her hands tremble uncontrollably.

On those times, if she managed to get out of bed, she just plugged out her hearing aids and took her medications, then went to class like always, completely zoning out until it was time to go home.

If anyone noticed, no one ever asked, for there was nothing to say.

Nothing for her to hear.

On those times, Moe wondered if joining U.A. had been a good decision. She never knew about heroes like her

(Disabled, said her mother.

Broken, said the rest of the world.)

and on those times she thought that maybe there was a valid reason why.

On those times, the colorful line of pills disposed neatly on her bedside table that she had to gulp down every morning felt like a constant reminder that something was wrong with her, that she was flawed, not good enough because heroes shouldn't be like this.

But she still swallowed them, childishly telling herself that it was the last time, this time the pills would fix her.

But it never was.

With a sigh, Moe rolled onto her back and blindly reached for her phone, squinting her eyes as the light of the screen blinded her for a second.

11:30 am.

She overslept again. Fuck.

With trembling fingers she typed a message to her boyfriend Denki, asking him to come over in the afternoon, and her thumb lingered on the send button for a while.

He probably had homework to do and didn't have time to deal with her. She should probably just let him be.

Just as she stared blankly at the screen, thumb barely brushing on the button, a message from said boyfriend popped in the chat.

PikaDenki: Hey Moe-chan, do you mind if I crash at your place after school? I have homework and cookies! Plis I luv u babe <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Cloudy Freckles: I wanted to ask you the same thing lmao also cookies sound fantastic please tell me they're with chocolate chips

PikaDenki: Chocolate chips it is! See ya after school love <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 remember to drink something and take your meds <3 Love you fluffle puff <3

Cloudy freckles: Love you too Pika

Once she turned off the phone, the white static filled her head again. All she wanted was to go back to sleep and drown in nothingness so she would stop shaking, and the weight on her chest would disappear.

But Denki said she had to take her medications and drink water... she didn’t want to disappoint his boyfriend further, did she? She was already a disappointment as she was.

With that thought in mind, Moe forced herself to get up and do the things she was asked to do, but soon – too soon, right when she poured the pills in her hand and realized how easily she could take an extra pill and forget – she found her thoughts swirling in her head again.

“I can’t do this. I’m useless and weak and broken and weird and” The broken string of words that she slurred out, not actually hearing them because she didn’t have her hearing aids, was choked, breathless, waking an ancient terror that never left her body and soul.

Her hands felt cold and she let the pills fall down between her fingers to start idly scratching at her arms in an attempt to get some feeling in her frozen fingers, her eyes burning with tears, she felt so upset and useless and she couldn’t breathe, oh kami she couldn’t breathe.

She didn’t remember falling on her side, but the feeling of the floor beneath her and the throbbing of her head where she banged it helped her try to focus. But everything was blurry and her head was buzzing, she was so tired, she should probably have stayed in bed for a while longer. Sleep sounded really good right now...

She closed her eyes and went to sleep.

"Moe, wake up please. C'mon baby, you're fine aren't you?"

Denki cursed himself for being so stupid, he should have picked up something was wrong right when Moe skipped school: she never skipped unless it was really bad.

And when he went to her house and knocked he just assumed she had her hearing aids off. How could he have been such an idiot?

He gently patted her cheek, trying to get the girl to stir and wake up. When he saw her eyelids flicker and open slowly, grey eyes hooded by pale lashes, he breathed in relief and kissed her forehead. "Good girl sweetie, you're doing amazing." He praised and gently held her hands as she woke up groggily, blinking confused at him.

"Mhmh... Denki...?" Moe slurred.

Denki nodded and gently kissed her forehead. "Let's get you in bed okay fluffypuff?" He said, more to himself than to her, since she obliviously couldn't hear him. He helped her on her feet, legs shaking as a newborn foal as she clutched his hands tightly.

Once his girlfriend was safely lying on the bed, still looking pretty confused and lost, he sat beside her and tucked a strand of curls behind her ear, taking note of the angry red of her earlobes, as if she had been scratching them.

It wasn't the first time Denki found his girlfriend in a state like this, he knew about her anxiety and how it took an heavy toll on her life and health. More than once Moe had confessed to him that she felt like she was losing her mind every time she had a panic attack, the fact that it was always when she had her hearing aids off only made her more terrified because there were no sounds, nothing that could anchor her to reality.

With that thought in mind, he reached for the small box containing Moe's hearing aids on the bedside table, placing the other hand on Moe's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. "C'mon Cotton candy, sit up for me?" He asked. "Let's put your hearing aids on, 'kay?"

The girl only blinked slowly at him, sitting up with his help and letting him put on her the small objects.

With a soft click, Moe's world was not silent anymore.

Wind outside.

The neighbor's dog barking.

Kaminari's breaths and his voice.

"Can you hear me, sweetcheeks?" She nodded. "Great!" He smiled and gave her a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. “How are you feeling now?”

“Better...” Moe’s words were still slow and slightly slurred, but she was starting to look more focused on reality and Denki internally took a breath of relief for this.

“Did you do what I asked? Drank a glass of water and took your meds?”

Moe frowned, lost in thought. She didn’t remember if she did it or not... she probably didn’t. she was taking her pills and they fell because...

God, she was such a disappointment, wasn’t she?

Denki noticed her confusion and the panic that she was starting to feel, and gave her a tight squeeze on her hand. “Hey hey, it’s not a big deal, okay? You can take them tomorrow. Now you need to eat some cookies and rest!” He declared. Cookies sounded really good to Moe and she perked up at the mention. “I have the ones with chocolate chips!”

In a matter of minutes, the both of them were safely tucked under a blanket, a bag of cookies on Moe’s lap as she laid her head against Denki’s shoulder and kept an hand on his chest, gripping lightly at his shirt as her boyfriend played with her hair and made stupid jokes. His other hand was gently tracing circles on Moe’s wrist, feeling under his fingertips the light rise of the scars he knew littered her arms.

In those moments he wished he could protect her always, not letting anything hurt her, much less her own mind that turned against her for no reason. He wished that Moe could always smile and laugh and be happy, like she deserved to be, and not be haunted by anxiety and nothingness.

Denki hated not being able to help Moe like he wanted to. He loved her so much, and it hurt to know he couldn’t do anything but try to be always here for her when it all became too much. He could just be there and hold her, try to distract her from the storm of her mind and hope it was enough.

“I can hear you thinking, Arashi.” Moe mumbled suddenly, munching on a cookie.

“Sorry, Kumo.” He kissed her forehead, smiling apologetically. She hummed contentedly and closed her eyes, a soft smile on her face.

He would have done anything to see her smile like this.

“du wirst für mich, immer heilig sein Ich sterb' für unsere Unsterblichkeit Meine Hand von Anfang an über dir, ich glaub' an dich du wirst für mich, immer heilig sein”

“To me you'll be forever sacred I'm dying but I know Our love will live Your hand above Like a dove Over me Remember To me you'll be forever sacred” – Heilig, Tokio Hotel

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Nurse Café - Chapter 2/6: “Of Fogged-Up Screens and Downgraded Sensors“

PREVIOUS CHAPTER / NEXT CHAPTER

Fic Summary: Life could have honesty been simpler than that for Hokuto, a second-year Liteature major. There’s, however, someone out there willing to just make it easier on him.

Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (College/Coffeeshop AU) Ships: HokuAn (Anzu/Hokuto)

AO3 version available here.

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Chapter Summary: Waking up in someone else's bed with no real recollection of previous events is bound to confuse everyone out of their already confused mind.

Chapter Wordcount: 1.5K words

Chapter Notes: Ya boi's bacc after working for like 2 days in a row non-stop on not-so-secret-anymore project BWI, please excuse me for the late update. But hey, it's HokuAn fluff and a visit to my roots so! hell yeah! This is frankly cheesy but hey what more can I say? I just really like shippy, simple sickfics dude lmao Also was I supposed to find out on my own that Subaru's surname is "Akehoshi" and not "Ahehoshi"? I even transliterated it in the Greek alphabet wrong because of that, peak dumbassery

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Despite the lack of clear memories, he knew something was weird the moment it all felt fuzzy around him as soon as he woke up. It just wasn’t something that happened to him often: usually, getting up in the morning was merely a task to accomplish, a minor thing he wouldn’t have thought even once about and, clearly, wouldn’t have had any difficulty handling said task.

It wasn’t limited to just a weird case of short-term amnesia. As it stood, his entire surroundings were unfamiliar: through his slightly clogged nose, he could tell the sent around him was familiar, but not his flat’s, not even his grandma’s. His visuals were blurry and inexact, but he could still swear under the oath that it was unlike anything he had ever seen, let alone slept in. Where was he, exactly, and why?

Right as he thought about sitting up and sightseeing the room for himself to determine where he could possibly be, a pounding headache came back with all of his previously lost memories. Oh, right, he had gone out to get a coffee, got mistaken in his cafés, and Anzu had asked him if he was fine. After that, nothing: in the end, had he drunk his coffee? Presumably not, considering he was waking up and not working on this presentation he had sworn to finish tonight. Mission failed there. He’d have to retry next time, perhaps now, even if…

He had to admit defeat there. His entire body felt like lead. In fact, on second thought, he wasn’t even sure if he could hold a pencil or even sit up. If a tight-knit schedule, a mile-long of obligations and excessive amounts of caffeine of a questionable quality had managed to keep him afloat for a short while, the inevitable happened: he was experiencing an exhaustion crash leaving him to be even less productive than a broken computer whose keyboard had been smashed into a wall, bearing an interface that had gotten corrupted during a forced shutdown.

He could continue on the metaphor for a while, considering he wasn’t feeling able to even lift a finger, with his head as the only part he could tilt. It had felt like a shutdown because he had run out of battery, completely cessing to function until he could recover what he had lost in great quantities over an extended period of time. Not that anyone could have been able to do something against the issue that wouldn’t have taken time: in these moments, he was finally understanding how much people were frustrated when their phone was discharged.

Time sure seemed like a nice thing to have and not just endlessly run out of, huh…

Voices in the distance. Echoing footsteps from far, far away, perhaps from a corridor nearby. Like everything else, they felt distorted and unfamiliar, until they weren’t: once the distance had reduced between him and the rest of the world, he could distinguish Isara and Anzu’s voices chatting about something, tone impossible to identify. He wasn’t even sure if those actually were their voices or someone else’s, albeit Anzu’s voice had left an important-enough impact on his mind for him to be certain he wasn’t getting mistaken there.

Trying to grasp onto the last of his memories and the few clear thoughts he could produce, Hokuto realized one thing: if he wasn’t at his place, he had to go back there, no matter what crazy and improbable situation he had found himself in. Akehoshi and Yuuki had dragged him in enough weird affairs for him to know exactly what could happen: in a way, this is just yet another wacky situation his friends had gotten him in.

But, when he tried to get up and get moving, his body didn’t bulge from a centimetre, his arms having failed him, his head having become too heavy for his neck to transport across the campus. Wherever he was, he was there for a while. Now if that wasn’t just amazing.

“You’re awake!” Anzu’s voice had suddenly teleported right next to his ear, almost making him jump (or, at least, making him bob his head in surprise. It was weird to jump from getting scared when your body couldn’t otherwise move).

She put a cold hand on his forehead, brushing loose strands of hair aside. It was one of the oddest feelings to get: when he’d have the occasion to touch her skin, for any reason, she’d have the warmer fingers of them both. He had always been told to have been born a cold-blooded person, quite literally so: was this what Anzu felt every time he worried about his blood circulation? It had no right to have felt this soothing.

“A… Anzu…?” His voice sounded groggy. Awful. Dry. The shadow of its own self, truly. He was almost ashamed to speak in such a fatigued, slowed-down tone. It sounded no better than absolute trash. “Where’m I…?” His words were slurring too, how delightful.

“At my place. I guess it must be confusing you to wake up in someone else’s bed…” She shone him a timid smile, shoulders rising a little with a nervous twitch. “How are you feeling?”

“…t’rble…”

“I’d have guessed… You really have Mao and me a scare! He told me you should be all good in a few days, but as your friends, we can’t help but worry, you know?”

“I… Isara was…?”

“Mao was passing by the café right after you passed out. He helped me get you to my place. He’s just left though and gave me some advice, so you should be fine!”

To be fair, Anzu was the one he trusted the most after his grandmother about anything serious. Better be vulnerable in front of her than in front of anyone else. He guessed he should have felt lucky he hadn’t stepped in his usual café, then, if it was to lose consciousness like that…

“Can you say “aaaah” for me for a bit, Hokuto? I promise it won’t be for long.”

Not like he had any other choice than do as she said, allowing her to put a thermometer under his tongue. Needless to say, it still wasn’t a pleasing feeling. Fortunately (or unfortunately, he’d decide about that when the fog in his brain would have finally let out) for him, the thing beeped quickly after she had first inserted it in. The face she made (from what he could see of it, at least) when reading the result wasn’t exactly conveying him a great feeling about it all, putting her hand back onto his forehead as her eyes stared at the numbers.

“This fever’s no joke, how were you even up running such a temperature?!” Oh God, she sounded angry and worried all the same.

Not that he had any explanation to give about it or justification as to how it had gotten this bad. He didn’t know what number it was. He tried looking it up from the stick directly, but his eyes could only read something finishing in “9.7”. That wasn’t very useful to say the… Oh. Oh.

“I-I mean, you’ll be fine if you just rest for a couple days! I didn’t have fever reducers anymore, but Mao gave me some from his flat, so it should be just fine… Can you swallow anything? You need to down the pills with a glass of something, so I’ve brought you just that!”

Gathering all his forces, he pushed his upper half with feeble arms against the wall behind him, the back of his head hitting the hard material. That lethargy poisoning his entire body was no joke either. At least, he could now take the glass of water and pills Anzu was handing him. How was he supposed to resist against her bright smile and concern, huh? Not that reducing what had to be the prime source of his discomfort, especially now that the chills were knocking at the door, was bothering him in the slightest.

Downing the glass had been painful. It seemed like he hadn’t just worked himself to complete exhaustion: in the process, his immune system had weakened considerably. This whole situation kept adding on points onto his internal list of why he should never try doing such a thing ever again.

As usual, Anzu had come all prepared to a fight, putting shortly thereafter a wet washcloth on his forehead and gently pushing him back into her own bed, hands on his shoulders and opposing no opposition whatsoever from his side of the equation.

“Wait, n’zu…” He managed to squeeze out of his pained airways. “Wher’re you goin’ t’sleep…?”

“I’ve got a futon prepared on the floor; I’ll be fine. Just rest, okay? We’ll see if you’re good enough to go back to your flat tomorrow. You’ll only get better if you sleep.”

He merely nodded, sinking back into the covers. Their scent was nice, soothing even. It made the endeavour a bit more enjoyable, even if the word suddenly sounded too strong on his tongue.

“G’dnight then, I s’pose…”

Through his blurred vision turning to black, her smile shone again.

“Goodnight, Hokuto.”

#enstars #hokuan #hidaka hokuto #anzu ensemble stars #sickfic #hurt comfort #AU: Coffeeshop #AU: College #overwork #anzu (enstars)#otp: konpeito chou cream #Fic: Nurse Cafe

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nobeliumoxygenoxygen · 5 years

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Seromina || Firsts

For Sero Ship Week Day 3: Firsts at @seroshipweek

SUMMARY: Ashido tends to overshare her personal life on social media so it’s only fitting that she shares her favourite moments on it too, right?

But this time, it’s only for one pair of eyes.

GENRE: sero hanta x ashido mina, social media au (I think?)

TEXT from your queen 💕

follow @iloveutapeboi on insta its private but dw youll be accepted start from the first post!!!!!!!!

POSTS

[Image: Candid of Sero taken from the side; slightly blurry, low angle as if the photographer was trying to be discreet as they took it. He’s wearing an orange hoodie with black stripes. He’s grinning at someone in front of him and he holds a bitten meat pie in one hand. In the background, there are barely visible bowling lanes.]

Caption: the first time i thought to myself “maybe seros actually cute and i actually like him in a like like way” if that make sense lol. maybe there were other times but this was the earliest memory i could think of. this was after that laser tag game we all played and you did your whole dramatic self sacrificing for me (lol quickest way to my heart - take a laser tag shot for me).

[Image: Image of the city taken from inside a bus. Half the image is of the seats of the bus whilst the other half are buildings of the city. A few people are in the shot, but they’re faces are unrecognisable.]

Caption: first time I realised I was in loveeee (i love youu) how cheesy amirite. its a bus because i realised it when we were going back to ua together after a field trip and idk i just had this light bulb moment ok ugh this is too cheesy were done here ily but im cringing too hard at the cheesinesssss (two posts in and im already dying but im pushing thru!!!!)

[Image: 2 puppies being held by someone who is clearly Sero by the look of the arms and his orange black striped hoodie. One puppy in each arm; a white pit bull and a brown one.]

Caption: our not-so-official first date?? idk if you’d call it that but like......we were alone together so idk??? u know i was going to actually confess today but the dogs were so cute they distracted me!! so i forgot lol!!! (theyre only sliiiiiightly cuter than u dw dw!!! 🤣)

[Image: Sero’s silhouette inside a movie theater. He’s facing the camera but it’s too dark to see much other than the shadows of his face and the glint of his white teeth in his grin. In the far left of the photo, the Lego Movie is playing.]

Caption: our official first date (tho i guess it was kinda rushed??? considering i literally told u i liked u like an hour earlier lmao but i wouldnt have it any other way ❤️)

[Image: Ashido’s room, taken from the doorway. The bed is unmade; the curtains are drawn back to let the sunlight in; the desk is a mess of school books and loose sheets. Ashido’s arms are outstretched in front of the camera; she’s forming a heart with her hands.]

Caption: place we had our first kiss!!! (tho we failed like five times and kept laughing!! the movies are wayyyy too serious - they make it seem like ur not allowed to laugh!! our kisses are so much better😘)

[Image: Pathway leading up into a park where cherry blossom trees frame the edges. There are a few passerbys and one dog, legs a blur, running through the image.]

Caption: place i asked you to be my boyfriend because SOMEONE STILL had this WEIRD idea that?? i??? didnt?? like?? them? EVEN AFTER?? LIKE FIVE DATES?? AND FIVE KISSES???

[Image: UA Heights Alliance common room. Looking through the windows, it’s night and there’s no one in there but there’s food wrappers strewn across the coffee table and the floor.]

Caption: place you said your first i love you (ok i suppose i shouldnt be salty about the boyfriend asking thing because first ilys are such a milestone!!!! ps. im still sorry i panicked when u said it lmao i love how we laugh about it but i know from sources coughbakuyellingthat1tapeboiwasstressingashell that you almost cried ilyyyyyyyy ❤️❤️❤️)

[Image: Close up focus of Sero’s lit up face. He’s giving a close-eyed smile to someone slightly to the left of the camera. Just making it in the frame is a slice of bright blond hair. The background is blurred but it is clearly of a busy beach; the sky is blue and there’s not a cloud in sight. There are two figures, one shirtless with red hair and one wearing a wetsuit cut off at the lower thigh with what might be black or dark purple hair in the water in the far background.]

Caption: when i said my first i love you (i love you toos and i love yous on phones dont count!!! and also u are sooooooo cute in this photo!!! not that ur not always cute ofc 😋)

[Image: Text screenshot. (Sent) Ashido: IM SO MAD AT U SERO HANTA ANSWER MEEE (Receiving) Sero: NEVER U TRAITOR (Sent) Ashido: UR THE TRAITOR!!!!]

Caption: first fight :( one of the saddest chapters of my life i hope we never do that again ❤️

[Image: Rice with natto on top, chopsticks on the side. The dish is on top of pink, patterned napkins.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!) anniversaries (see??? taking pics of food is VERY important!! and u dared to make fun of my ‘attempts at being aesthetics’!!)

[Image 1: Necklace in shape of a crown with engraving of words “Alien Queen”. Image 2: Necklace is flipped over with engraving of words “Ashido Mina”.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!!!) anniversary presents (I LOVE IT SO MUCH WHY R U SO NICEEEEEEE ITS SO CUTE IM WEARING IT EVERYDAY ILY)

[Image: From the side, Sero smiling softly, looking up at a beautiful orange sky to match his brighter orange hoodie. His eyes are wide but he’s happy. Behind are a few trees.]

Caption: I love youuuuuuuuuuuu sero hantaaaaaaaaaa and dont you forget it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *spam of heart emojis* (also u r seriously wearing the same hoodie in like five of these pics w h y)

TEXT to your queen 💕

im actualy cryin can i call u

TEXT from your queen 💕

oof [Image: google search bar “how to comfort crying boyfriend”.] ofc u can!!

CALL TRANSCRIPT:

Sero: How long have you been planning this? I love you so muchhhhhhhh. I’m crying, can you hear my tears? How did you do it? Did you go to every place or were you planning this from the beginning?

Ashido: *laughter* You can’t hear tears dummy. And you’re not meant to cry! Its meant to be a happy thing! *more laughter*

Sero: ...Glad to know your happy about my pain. ...Its amazing I have literally no words Ashido. I love it-I love you and I love us. Thank you so much.

Ashido: Awww don’t make me blush. It was nothing!

Sero: What do you mean NOTHING? Don’t insult yourself Ashido Mina this is...I don’t know-EVERYTHING!

Ashido: Okay that’s true. I’m awesome.

Sero: I’m going to treasure this forever. You’ll never delete this account right?

Ashido: *giggling* Course not!

Sero: It’s too amazing. Seriously, and I gave you the most cliche relationship present ever.

Ashido: Eesh don’t worry! I love my present! Besides it was the final piece for the account!

Sero: If you say so. You know, I don’t think a meme war counts as a fight...in a relationship...

Ashido: Of course it does! I was soooo angry at you. How could you side with Kirishima?! It was so frustrsting! You wouldn’t BELIEVE!

Sero: ...Trust me I believe. *muffled* Especially after you taped me to the ceiling.

Ashido: What was that?

Sero: Nothing! Also how’d you take the pic of your room with your arms in front of you? Is it...*whispers loudly* sorcery?

Ashido: *giggling* You got it. I have a second quirk that I-...I kept secret. Yup. But I’m telling you because you’re my boyfriend and all.

Sero: And I will totally believe you, because you’re my girlfriend, and all. Hey, I know you need your beauty sleep but can I come over--

Ashido: Yes!

Sero: --tomorrow--wait, what?

Ashido: Oh. Well-

Sero: *muffled snort* Someone’s desperate.

Ashido: *huff* Shhh! You can come over anytime!

Sero: Would you really not mind if I came over now? At like...*shuffling* eleven?

Ashido: Is that even a question? If you come over now, I can add it to the journal!

Sero: The journal?

Ashido: The account Sero!

Sero: Okay...Why? It’s not the first time I’ve been to your house. Firsts was the theme right?

Ashido: Yep! And I can make it ‘First night spent together’ wink wink.

Sero: …*muffled laugh* Whatever floats your boat.

Ashido: But you’re getting a cab here right? You better not walk out this late at night!

Sero: I mean, we’re both training to be heroes if we can’t walk out at night then what could we do--

Ashido: Sero you butt!

Sero: --but yes I’m getting a cab.

Ashido: Good! You better stay on the phone the whole time too!

Sero: Of course. I love you Ashido Mina.

Ashido: And I love you Sero Hanta! ...Wait are you still wearing that orange hoodie?

Sero: ...*distant mumbles* Why do you hate my beloved hoodie so much?

Ashido: *equally distant mumbles* If you wear it one more time the photos will think you have one hoodie.

Sero: What would you say if I said yes?

Ashido: I’d say we’ve got our next date planned and you can guess what it is.

Sero: ...I mean, I wouldn’t say no to any time with you anyway?

Ashido: Pfft, stop being cute. Just-alright, whatever. Tomorrow? At whatever time we wake up I guess?

Sero: It’s a date.

A/N: completely forgot that they live in the same building so pretend it’s holidays or something 🤷 buuuut i hope you enjoyed this was harder than expected so im rlly sorry if they seem ooc 😳!! Thanks for reading!!

#bnha #sero ship week 2018 #sero hanta #sero hanta imagine #seromina #ashido mina #sero hanta x ashido mina #sero hanta scenario #ashido mina imagine #ashido mina scenario #my work

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saphscribes · 7 years

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Can you a Crowe and F!Oc sfw? Like Crowe had a bad day and only her sweet oc can make feel better?

OHHELL YEAH I CAN???

(Y’allI’m so sorry for the unexpected writing hiatus, work accidentallyate my life and left me skeletal as fuuuuuuuck and then LMAO, GUESSWHO GOT STREP THROAT……. the woes of working in a schoolghfdskjgjfdsl)

Tagging: @vashiane @marianne-dash-wood @sedge-butt @sailorprompto @sailormars109 @ultimoogle @goodmorningawfulbye @noxhighwind @rhysspeaces @ffxvhoe @me-yasato @paopusunshine @alecair

Thefirst thing Crowe did, upon walking into your apartment and droppingher worn-out satchel to the floor, was trudge toward the kitchen andswipe away the double-digit number on your refrigerator whiteboard.You know. The one that had DAYS SINCE I LAST PUNCHED LUCHELAZARUS printed neatly at the top. It was supposed to be ajoke, something for her to vent her frustrations and then laugh itoff within moments, but the scowl on her lips and the yank of herhair clip bespoke anything but.

Uhoh was never a traditional greeting by any stretch of theimagination, but it was what tumbled from your lips anyway. It wasn’tas though you and Crowe were ones for tradition to begin with—wakingup next to her the morning after your first date was proof enough.She wouldn’t demand a hello or a kiss on the cheek, never had; sheonly wanted to be, in whatever space she shared with you. The factthat you did, she told you once, was reason enough for her to loveyou.

Youheal me just by being. Those were the words. She could beoddly poetic after a midnight cry, but then, anyone could, whensadness weighed down the words.

Pausingthe podcast you were listening to on your phone and tugging out anearbud, you made room for her on the couch and tried to hold back afrown. “What did he do?” you asked as she flopped down besideyou, clenching and loosening her fists all the while.

“Whatdidn’t he do?” was all Crowe said, her hair abeautiful, messy curtain around her as she dropped her head into herhands. “Gods, sometimes I just wanna—”

“—Stranglethat stupid fucking know-it-all smirk off his face. I know, babe.”It wasn’t much, but finishing predictable, angry sentences andpressing a kiss to her temple could make her feel at home. You hopedit would, at least. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Ithink I wanna do anything but talk about it.”She tilted her head toward you, gave you the up-and-down you knewalmost too well, and within seconds, she’d yanked you into her lapand wrapped her arms around your middle, effectively a cage. “Canyou make me forget him for a while? You’re already doing a good jobof it.”

Youcouldn’t help a laugh as you tucked her hair behind her ear,fingers catching on the amber jewel that sat just under the hollow ofher throat. “I haven’t even done anything.”

“That’sthe point,” Crowe said, her forehead touching yours. Even in allthat blurry proximity, you could see the glitter in her eyes, feelthe bite of her nails into the small of your back. Like she waslooking for something to ground herself, and never had to look far.“You don’t have to do anything.”

Youbarely had the time to part your lips to speak before she was kissingyou, wrapping you up in her. It was how she always kissed you—likeshe needed to pull you onto some whole other plane of existence,because that was where freedom lived. That was where she could sighand hum against your lips, let her hands map out every stitch offabric and every inch of your body. That was where she could be home.

Shehad a friend who told you in passing that she tried to find homes inpeople, because she had no trust in structure. No trust in thingsthat could be taken away, or broken with enough force. You told heronce, under the covers in the dark, that people could break too—thatpeople could break other people.

“Iknow,” she’d said. Her fingers, shaky and delicate, had trailedalong the curve of your waist, as if afraid of doing that very thing.“Trust me, baby, I fucking know.”

Maybeshe didn’t know anymore. Or maybe she chose not to know, to forget.You wouldn’t blame her; a home was too pleasant of a thing tobreak.

“Ilike this,” you whispered against her lips; the kiss was toopleasant to break, too, but you had to breathe sometime.

Crowesmiled, the first you’d seen or felt all day, and you kissed itwider. “Like what?”

“Thisnot-talking-about-Luche, not-having-to-do-anything thing.”

Hergrip on your waist tightened, and for a flicker of a moment youthought she might try to throw you to the couch andnot-talk-about-Luche, not-have-to-do-anything a little further. Butshe didn’t. Maybe she was grounding herself again, for all thesoftness in how she eased you to your back, for all the effort sheseemed to put into keeping her gaze on yours. “You mean, myfavorite thing in the world?”

Youraised a brow, scoffing quietly in mock offense. “I thoughtI was your favorite thing in the world.”

Crowegrinned as you toyed with the long locks of her dark, dark hair, arainforest of a canopy that kept you on that other plane. “I thinkI’m gonna have to make a list.”

“It’sokay.” You grinned back. “I don’t mind not being your favoritething. I just want to be able to keep making you smile.”

“Youalready do that.” Another kiss, and another. “You heal me just bybeing.”

Yousmiled up at her, wide and warm with everything you felt. “Tell me the other things on this list of yours.”

“I’llwrite em down for you,” she murmured, her mouth at your cheek, yourjaw, the crook of your neck. Comforting, instead of enticing. Needyfor the emotional, instead of the physical. “Can’t talk and kissyou at the same time.”

“Sothat’s all I’m good for, huh?”

Crowe’seyes flashed when she looked up at you, in spite of the teasing smilethat played on your lips, and she didn’t dignify it with any words.She only kissed it away, and back, and away again, stray hairstickling your skin and aching to be pushed aside. Better thanstrangling, at least. Better than Luche, better than every angrylittle thing she walked in with.

Sheleft you with the catch of your lip between her teeth, and smiled asshe clipped her hair up again. “Can I stay the night?” she asked,plucking a takeout menu from the coffee table and already beginningto study it.

“Ithink I’d be a little offended if you didn’t,” you replied, andfound a place at her side, nestled against her and pointing to theitems that caught your eye. “There’s still clothes in yourdrawer, too. Will I get to make you breakfast tomorrow?”

Sheshook her head—“Training at daybreak”—and you wouldn’t havebeen surprised if she’d felt your heart sink, too. But she squeezedyour shoulder, and made mental notes of what to order, and pressedkiss after kiss to the top of your head before picking up the phone.

“I’mnot thinking about tomorrow,” she said. “I’m thinking aboutyou.”

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lmao here’s a draft of my short story for english

I Saw an Angel Chug a 5-Hour-Energy Behind a Denny’s at 3am

April

They ride the thermals, barely even flapping their wings. Piper grins up at her friend and ex-figure skater, Wren, who smiles back. She barely has a care in the world, she’s used to the ground being so far below her.

“Are you ready to go down?” Wren shouts. The wind really is loud up here.

“Go ahead. I think I’ll stay up for a few more minutes!” The sun is warm on her back, the blue sky overtaking her field of vision. It really was crazy how she got here.

“There is an art, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”

It was 11 pm, a week or two ago. Piper slumped over her history book, like several other depressed, stressed-to-burst college students around her in the library. She stared at the page, but none of the words made sense to her anymore. The textbook said something about the Industrial Revolution, how it wasn’t that great for the working class, yadda yadda yadda. A tear fell onto the page, smudging the ink and disappearing into the thick textbook. Shoot. Piper wiped her eye and tried to unsmudge the words, but she stopped. For just a moment, she could have sworn that there was something growing from the page. She blinked again.

“Wha-?” Piper rubbed her eyes, but the flower, so it seemed, was still there. “Oh my god. I have to get to sleep, I’ve been working on this for three hours! And now I’m seeing things? Stop it,” she whisper-shouted to herself. The tears started falling again, faster this time. She watched through blurry eyes as the flowers kept appearing on her textbook. She pulled one of them off the page, examining it through the tears. The petals didn’t quite look like ordinary flower petals. With a sniffle, she dried her eyes and plucked one of the petals off the flower.

It wasn’t a petal at all. It was a feather. Okay, you’ve done enough, just put the book down and go to sleep. Piper pulled the rest of the feather-flowers off the page, closed her book, shut down her laptop, and started shoving them into her backpack. She paused. She was so tired. She needed to sleep, but she needed to work. She put her head in her hands. But I can’t get behind on this, I won’t have any idea what’s going on in class tomorrow, I’ll fail the test, it’ll bring my GPA down, and I won’t get my degree! I don’t even know what jobs I’ll get once I get out, I wish I could just fly away or something!”

“The first part is easy. All it requires is simply the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight, and the willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt. Clearly, it is the second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.”

Piper looked down at her desk, at the puddle of tears that had accumulated. From the puddle sprouted not a flower, but a pair of wings. Big wings. Bigger than any bird alive. They fluttered gently as if they were alive. Piper hefted them into her arms, making sure nobody else saw. She couldn’t help but think they were for her. She ran out of the library, to the main quad. Piper grabbed a pair of scissors, sliding them through the back of her jacket to create two slits. Carefully, she maneuvered her wings through the slits and felt them stick into her back. She stumbled a bit, unaccustomed to the new weight attached to her back. Huh. She stared at the other zombie-like students, heard the distant bass of a frat party. Should I? Piper smiled to herself.

“Nobody will even notice I’m gone.” Leaving a note in her dorm for her roommate to find, Piper finally felt powerful, free, for the first time since her first day at this godforsaken school. Wallet, keys, phone, charger, earbuds, change of clothes, granola bar. A messenger bag slung over her shoulder.

Piper rounds an invisible corner, tucks in her wings, and goes in for a dive. A solitary hawk decides to join her, prompting Piper to pull out of the dive and start to follow it around.

The spring night was cool, but not unbearably so. Piper stood in the quad, shaking out her hands, rolling her neck. “Okay, you can do this. Nobody will notice, nobody will care.” Her feet hit the sidewalk, running hard and fast, at her top speed. An unseen rock tripped her up, and Piper’s freckled face was hurtling towards the ground.

“One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else when you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.”

“What are you doing?” Martin, that kid from Physics 101, shouted. Piper’s hazel eyes diverted from the imminent broken nose getting closer.

“If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs, or a bomb going off in your vicinity, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above it in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner. “

And that’s just what Piper was doing.

“Uh, I guess I’m flying.”Piper levitated about 6 inches off the ground, then took off into the night sky with a few flaps of her wings. She didn’t worry about Martin, he was wasted and about to pass out. He would wake up the next morning and have no idea what happened the last night.

Piper remembers how anxious she felt that first time flying. She still gets that exhilaration when taking off, freedom rather than fear. She remembers her first flight to Denny’s for a cup of coffee and a waffle and the first time she met her friends. She flies back towards the ground.

She felt the eyes on her as soon as she walked into the 24-hour breakfast restaurant. Piper should’ve known that Denny’s would be the busiest at 1 am. A waiter gave her a menu and a booth, but didn’t acknowledge, or even notice, the wings. She looked around, making sure nobody was trying to call the cops on her. Why would they do that? Something caught her eye. A girl with blonde hair and the light tan wings of a barn owl sitting across from an older man with jet black hair and matching magpie-like wings. She couldn’t help but stare.

“Ignore your own weight, simply let yourself waft higher. Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful. They are most likely to say something along the lines of ‘Good God, you can't possibly be flying!’ It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.”

The waiter filled up her coffee cup, and it took Piper a second to register that he was asking her what she was ordering. “Yeah, sorry, I’ll have a waffle with, uh, whipped cream, thanks.” He took her menu and walked away. She looked back at the table where the two winged people were eating, but they were gone.

“Hey!” Piper whipped around to the sight of that blonde girl. “I’m Wren!”

The guy was standing right behind her, and gave a little wave. “Hi, I’m Jay”.

“What do you want?” Piper mumbled. They sat down in the booth across from her.

“How’d you get your wings?” Jay asked, right as Piper’s waffle arrived.

And so she told them the whole story. She found out that Wren was competing in Olympic tryouts, but slipped and tore her ACL. She couldn’t ever compete again, and she got her wings that night. Jay was going through a tough divorce with his high school sweetheart, and found his wings at the bottom of a bottle.

“Since that night, I haven’t taken a single drink,” he said, admiring the shine of his black feathers. “They saved me.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“We’re the only people with wings. It couldn’t hurt to make an alliance.” Wren said, and Piper accepts.

She struggles to control her descent and trips on the grass when she lands. Jay helps her up, handing her a bottle of water. Piper nods her thanks. Wren is lounging in the sun on a beach towel in a pair of stupid sunglasses. She makes a face at Piper, and she laughs. It’s the first time Piper’s felt truly happy in a long time. And then it happens. Piper’s wings start to suck back into her body, and she looks at Jay, terrified. His beautiful wings are gone. But he smiles at her, and Piper smiles back. She starts to laugh.

“What’s going on?” Wren jogs up to them, also wingless, and Piper pulls both of them into a bear hug.

“I don’t need wings to be free. I have my freedom right here.” She starts to cry. Joyful tears this time. The tear falls onto the grass and produces a single feather.

#my writing

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