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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡.3 (𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎)

<Part One> <Part Two><Part Four<

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, College AU.

Summary: Spending more time with Seonghwa, Y/N gets to know more about him and realizes he's not just playing with her, he truly does like her. But the question now is how does she feel about him?

Warnings: Mentions of smoking and drinking, if you're sensitive to such topics, read at your own discretion.

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"You can lift up your face now doll, we're here."

Y/N slightly opened one eye, then the other. Indeed they were right in front of her apartment complex.

"I'm not dead?"

Seonghwa burst out laughing even though it was a slight jab to him.

"No. I'm not reckless so as to crash myself or this baby onto anything."

Y/N nodded and let out a silent 'Oh'. So much for trusting him though.

"So is the kitten going to finally retract her claws and release this tight grip on me, or does she want me to carry her all the way inside?" Seonghwa teased, poking one of her arms, which were currently wrapped around his waist like her life depended on it.

Well in a way one could say it did.

"Huh?" Y/N looked at her arm placement and let go. "Oh sorry!"

She got off the motorcycle and began to fumble to take the helmet off.

Seonghwa let out a tiny pfft.

"I was seriously hoping you'd choose the second option."

Y/N nearly dropped the helmet when he said that. She cleared her throat and handed it back to him.

"Anyway....thanks for the food, and your company..." She began.

"So essentially, you're thanking me for our little date?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"It's not- wasn't- Oh!" She cried out and stomped her foot, turning on her heel and speed walking to her door.

"Wait! Y/N! Come back!"

Seonghwa called out to her, but she ignored him. She did not want him to see how flustered he got her to be. She was about to reach into her bag to get her keys, when it dawned on her: she left her bag in Seonghwa's motorcycle. She turned her head back to him, and of course, he was holding up her bag, with a look on his face that said 'I told you so.'

She sighed and took one step to go back, but Seonghwa signaled her not to.

"I'll bring it to you."

Seonghwa got off the motorcycle and walked up to her. He held out her bag to her, but before she could get it back, he suddenly got an idea and held it over his head.

"Hey! What was that for?" Y/N exclaimed as she jumped, trying to snatch her bag back.

"You haven't properly thanked me for taking you out on a date. Once you do, you can have this back." He smirked.

"Park Seonghwa! You're unbelievable!"

He merely shrugged at her comment.

"Your choice dollface. Either thank me and tell me you enjoyed it, or stay out here in the cold."

Y/N huffed and crossed her arms. She couldn't believe she was actually going to fall victim to his blackmail.

"Thanks for the date.....I..... actually had a nice time." She finally said, her voice barely whispering but Seonghwa was willing to take it.

He finally gave her the bag back and watched her fumble around to find her keys.

He snorted. "You girls should really have better organization in your purses."

Y/N lifted her eyes at him and glared at him, making Seonghwa step back with his arms up.

"Whoah, ok. Calm down kitten. Don't attack and get scratch marks on me...."

He paused then continued.

"Unless it's my back. Then I don't mind." He bit his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Y/N blushed intensely and stammered to try to tell him something, but couldn't.

"What? Kitten got caught her own tongue?" He snickered.

Y/N pouted, furrowing her eyebrows as her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Aww come on doll. You know I'm just kidding. It's just cute to see you get all hissy or to see you get that pink tint on your cheeks."

Seonghwa's hands went to to her upper arms, his thumbs lightly rubbing her shoulders. He looked at her face for a while, just admiring the way the moon light shone on her features. Then he remembered he shouldn't keep her up so late.

"So....will I see you tomorrow?" He asked after a few minutes of silence passed.

"Huh? Oh the party...... I don't know. I'll feel out of place. I wouldn't know anyone there." She replied.

"You know me and I guess if you want to count them too, you know Wooyoung's loud ass and Yeosang's insipid ass." Seonghwa reminded her, causing her to giggle slightly.

"Seriously, smile like that more often. You look even more beautiful."

She immediately stopped giggling when he said that and was at an even greater loss for words when he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"See you tomorrow babe. No ifs, ands or buts." He winked at her before racing back to his motorcycle.

Y/N just stood there, watching as he got back on the motorcycle, started it up and waved goodbye to her before speeding away out of sight. She stayed there for a few moments before a light breeze reminded her it was cold and unless she wanted to wake up with a stuffy nose, she'd better go inside and get some sleep if she wanted to make it to the party tomorrow.

And if she wanted to see Seonghwa again.

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Y/N took one last look at herself in the mirror. She didn't think she looked bad. But for some reason she wanted to look extra good. She looked at the time:

9:22 p.m

Seonghwa said he'd pick her up at 9:30, so she had no time to change into something different. Or could she?

She began looking through all the scattered articles of clothing she pulled from her closet, taking a double look at certain blouses and thinking if she should just change as fast as she possibly could.

Honk. Honk.

"Crap." She muttered as she stood up and ran to the door, nearly slipping on a pile of clothes.

Grabbing her bag and phone, she sped out her door and slammed it, making sure she locked it though. She wasn't going to risk someone breaking in.

"Hey! Y/N!"

She turned around and saw a familiar purple haired boy waving his arm at her, half his body coming out from the window of the car. She waved back awkwardly and walked slowly to the car, wondering why Seonghwa didn't tell her Wooyoung would be there.

Wooyoung got back inside the vehicle and opened the door to her.

"You're riding in the back with me. Isn't it fun!?" He exclaimed enthusiastically.

"If you want to throw him out the window, I wouldn't blame you." Yeosang's voice said from the passenger's seat.

Y/N got inside and was expecting to see Seonghwa behind the wheel, but instead she saw a red haired man she'd never seen before. He turned to her and held out his hand.

"Hi. I'm Jongho. Seonghwa couldn't come himself so he sent me and Yeosang to pick you up." He introduced himself as Y/N took his hand and shook it.

"That idiot wasn't part of the plan, but before we knew it he was already inside the car before we could run him over." Yeosang explanation, pointing to Wooyoung.

Wooyoung sat up and smacked Yeosang on the arm, causing Y/N and Jongho to laugh slightly.

"Ok seatbelts on everyone? Let's go."

Shifting into reverse, Jongho smoothly pulled out of the curbside and then drove south towards their destination. All throughout the ride, no one said a word: Y/N because she was too shy, Yeosang because he didn't talk, and Jongho because he was concentrating on the road.

Wooyoung however, was dying from how gloomy and silent they were. He opened his mouth to say something, but Yeosang beat him to it:

"If you dare ask or say anything remotely vacuous, I will make Jongho pull over and drop your ass in the nearest dumpster." He warned, causing Wooyoung to shut his mouth and pout.

"Why must you be mean to me?" Wooyoung complained.

"Relax Hyung. You know Yeosang is just playing with you." Jongho assured him.

"Wait. Hyung?" Y/N couldn't help but blurt out when he mentioned the honorific.

"Yeah. Jongho is the baby of our friend group. 00' liner." Wooyoung sat up and poked Jongho's cheek.

Jongho simply rolled his eyes, not a stranger to the older men's antics of reminding him he was younger.

"Seriously? I thought you were older!"

She didn't mean for it to come out that way, but soon Wooyoung and Yeosang were laughing.

"I get that a lot, don't worry." Jongho shrugged, not at all bothered by the fact she'd think that.

"So if you're the youngest, who's the oldest?" Y/N asked.

"It's actually none other than your boyfriend." Wooyoung responded, giving her a side glance to see her reaction.

She straightened up.

"He-he's not my boyfriend....." She corrected him.

All the boys kept quiet but a smirk was plastered on all of their faces. Jongho looked over at Yeosang and that's all it took for them to burst out laughing. Y/N just looked at them in confusion. They certainly were an odd bunch.

"Aren't you going to ask what we're laughing about?" Wooyoung asked as he leaned his face close to hers.

"I think..... I'd rather not." Y/N answered, scooching away from him.

"Good choice. And Wooyoung, I may not throw you out the window, but I was instructed to make sure you behaved so..... keep at least an arm's length away from Y/N. Or I'll tell Seonghwa." Jongho warned.

Wooyoung groaned in annoyance and scooted away while mumbling:

"I wasn't going to do anything, geez this boomer being all possessive."

Y/N heard him clearly, but she pretended not to and decided just to enjoy the ride and calm her nerves which were getting more and more out of control the closer they got to the house.

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Y/N looked around the place. It was already packed with people, some dancing erratically in the living room, while others were just chatting away, cups of beer in their hands. She had never been anywhere near the fraternity or sorority houses, but damn was this one huge. She was glad Wooyoung insisted on holding her hand so she wouldn't get lost.

"Hey! There's Hyung!"

Without warning, he yanked her in the direction of the kitchen, where Seonghwa was in the middle of a conversation with a slightly shorter grayish green hair man. Seonghwa immediately straightened up when he saw Y/N, completely ignoring what his friend was saying.

"Hey." He was the first to talk.

"Hi." She responded shyly.

They both stared at each other, the other two boys looking back and forth between them in confusion and annoyance. Wooyoung and the other male looked at each other and tried so hard to hold back from laughing at Seonghwa's awestruck expression.

Seonghwa looked down at the attire Y/N was wearing when his eyes caught something unpleasant: Wooyoung was still holding onto her hand. He looked back at the younger male who just raised an eyebrow at him.

Seonghwa merely pointed to their adjoined hands and ordered: "Off."

Wooyoung snorted and let go of Y/N.

"You're right Wooyoung. He's got it bad." The other male snickered before nodding in Y/N's direction.

"Choi San. Pleasure to finally meet the girl that makes this old man loose brain cells." He teased Seonghwa, who merely stared at him with a warning look.

"Hi." She returned the greeting.

"Ok enough chit chat. I came here to get wasted and make out with my one of my boy toys. So if you excuse me."Wooyoung took a hold of San's wrist and pulled him out to the crowd gathered at the drink station.

Seonghwa shook his head and sighed. "And then they'll be complaining in the morning and I'll be the one taking care of them."

"So are Wooyoung and San..." Y/N gestured with her hands.

"Hmm? Oh! Honestly...... I don't know. Between San and Yeosang, no one really knows who's the official item of Wooyoung's affection." He answered.

If Y/N had been drinking something, she would have seriously choked on it.

"Yeosang?" She asked incredulous.

"Yeah. It's complicated." Seonghwa rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Y/N giggled. "But if you think about it, it's a cute match."

Seonghwa whipped his head to look at her.

"Seriously?"

Y/N nodded.

"You know what they say, opposites attract. Maybe someone as loud and eccentric as Wooyoung needs someone more quiet and level headed like Yeosang."

"Ok but, don't let San hear you say that. He might just cry." Seonghwa said.

Another awkward moment of silence fell over them. It seemed to happen quiet often. Seonghwa stepped over to the door beside the kitchen and opened it.

"I'm going out for a smoke." He simply told her.

Y/N debated whether or not to join him outside. Sure she didn't smoke but she'd rather not be standing alone like a total idiot. Then a voice popped up behind her.

"Go after him."

She jumped up and turned around to see Yeosang standing there with a cup in his hand.

"Jesus Yeosang, don't creep up on people like that." She clutched her chest, trying to calm down from the fright he just gave her.

"Sorry. Force of habit. But seriously, go keep him company."

Yeosang looked towards the crowd and squinted his eyes when he caught sight of San getting too close to Wooyoung for his liking.

"Meanwhile, I have to go make sure some idiot doesn't break something." He lied.

Y/N watched him walk over to where Wooyoung and San were dancing. She chuckled as she watched Yeosang pull Wooyoung onto him, wanting his attention, a clear pout on his lips. Then San tried to squeeze himself in between, almost shoving Yeosang away, while Wooyoung tried to calm them down.

"All is fair in love and war." She quoted before going outside to search for Seonghwa.

She looked around before a strong scent filled her nostrils. Finally spotting him, she quietly walked over to him, propping and sitting herself up on the railing he was leaning against.

"I thought you'd rather stay inside." He said as he blew out a smoke from his mouth.

She shrugged. "Wild parties and alcohol have never really been my thing."

Seonghwa hummed and held out his nicotine stick out to her, which she promptly refused. She was not planning on contracting cancer anytime soon.

Seonghwa chuckled.

"You're right. Maybe opposites do attract."

"What do you mean?" She tilted her head to him.

Seonghwa took a final puff of his cigarette before throwing it on the floor and stepping on it.

"I mean here I am, the famous bad boy of the school, trying to court the perfect goody two shoes student." He explained.

Hey!" Y/N shoved his arm lightly. "I'm not a goody two shoes!"

"Oh? Then what are you exactly Y/N? Who are you?" He mused more to himself than actually asking her a question.

She opened her mouth but then shut it back up when she didn't know how to respond. It was a question she had the answer to but no one had ever asked her before and now she didn't know how to explain. If she even wanted to explain.

She began swinging her legs in the air as she pondered over what to say.

"I guess..... I'm just....normal?"

Seonghwa snorted.

"Y/N trust me. You're not normal. A normal college student would either be getting their face shit wasted at a party like this, hook up with their classmates or teachers, and overall make stupid decisions they'll regret when they're older, but right now they don't give a damn cause they're young and feel invincible."

Y/N looked over at him.

"Is that how you feel?" She teased.

"We're talking about you, not me. You already know me. But what about you? What's so special about you?" He continued to pry.

"No- nothing. Absolutely nothing." She replied.

"Really? Nothing?" He scooted closer to her, trying to read her facial expressions.

"I guess I'm just a boring college student. Only trying to get through school and finish with as high grades as she can so she can land a decent job and live a normal life with 50 plus cats in the future." She let out a chortle at the last part.

"Cats are cute. But is that what you actually want?"

Y/N's smile gave her away immediately.

"No. I actually want..."

She stopped herself before she said too much. She was embarrased to say this to anyone, let alone Seonghwa.

"You can trust me. I won't judge you." He encouraged her.

Taking a deep breath she confessed:

"I actually want to be an editor......"

She looked up at him to see his expression.

"An editor?" He was genuinely interested in why she was passionate about it.

"Yeah. I major in English and world literature. I mean, I do now after I switched from finance." She explained.

"Not very good without a calculator?" He jokingly said.

"I thought you said you wouldn't judge." She reminded him.

"Sorry sorry. It just comes naturally." He apologized.

She continued.

"I mostly took it cause my parents wanted me to land a job in some bank or something. But I don't want that. My plan is to graduate with a bachelor's degree and start a job at as an intern at a book publishing company, and eventually work my way up. Simple as that."

Seonghwa blinked at her explanation, making her think she did sound boring.

"Are you judging me now?" She questioned him.

"No, on the contrary, I'm proud of you, really. You got your goals set and it's obvious you're working hard to achieve them. How many of those people in there know what they're going to do after college?"

He looked up at the sky and sighed blissfully.

"And you say you're just ordinary yet here you are being the most extraordinary person I've met."

Y/N looked down at the ground and smiled brightly to herself. It felt good to hear Seonghwa say he was proud of her. That's all she ever wanted to hear, but hearing it from someone like him, so sincere and honest, made it ten times better.

"So in theory, you want to be an Anastasia Steele?" He joked with her.

Feeling a little bold, she winked at him and answered:

"Only if you'll be my Christian Grey."

Seonghwa's eyes went huge as he snapped his head to look at her, trying to process what she said and if she really did say it. She swore she also saw a light hint of a blush on his cheeks and that made her burst out giggling.

"What? I can flirt a little too you know."

Turning his body, Seonghwa stood in front of her, both hands grabbing the railing on opposite sides of her body and therefore trapping her.

"Don't test me kitten because I won't hesitate to bend you over my lap and spank you." He warned.

Seonghwa smirked when he noticed her swallow harshly. His eyes scanned her every feature: eyes, nose, and then her lips. They looked so plump and soft and he just really wanted to feel them. He bit down on his lip as his thumb grazed over her bottom lip. Y/N held her breath when she noticed him leaning in closer. She closed her eyes and waited to see what happened.....

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everyothermouse · 3 years

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A lil group portrait of the time au adventuring gang!! Them <333

Basically tol fucked up as a kid and is now on the run from the law, but realized that since his life was so crazy he could live off of telling stories of his wacky adventures. When he met Jay he wanted him to come with him, and when he found out jay couldn't come cus he was virtually a demon/god/magic magnet he decided he NEEDED to bring him to capitalize on how it'd make more cool stories. And yeah it worked so since then he's been collecting wackos to aaa go crazy aaaa go stupid (and also bcus safety I numbers or whateva, pop and pip are also criminals and pastel and jay are crimes against god <3) more about each individual under the cut!

Doin them from left to right :)

Pastel: died when she was messing around with some friends and got stuck under a big rock and left to starve. But because of a fluke in the underworld her God decided to resurrect her, a right usually only belonging to saints. Because of this she's now poorly pretending that she totally did something to deserve being revived (she tells a different story every time someone asks, she thinks it's funny) to avoid being persecuted for suspected witchcraft. She met Jay when they were both drunk and they had fun fucking around in the city, and she spilled the beans to him that she was revived for no reason. She regretted it, but jay didn't kill her because even though he's religious he knew what it felt like to be magically cursed and have everyone be pissed at u for it. Also she's really funny with jay so tol begged her to come with them to add more Comedy(tm) to his memoirs

Pop: a time traveller and angel who is trying to hide both of those facts but only really succeeding at hiding the time travel thing. When they were a kid they traveled to this time with his friends Lustre and Cherrybomb, but when they were attacked by the vicious royal guard they weren't able to escape without leaving Lustre behind. Cherrybomb super repressed that memory, and while pop recovered from some minor injuries they vowed to never time travel again. Yeah they only kept that up until they were like 15, but they still couldn't bring themself to go back to when they left Lustre. But now they're 26 (well technically they're like 33 but in their time their supposed to be 26) living with their boyfriend cherrybomb and have years of time travel experience under their belt, and they're ready to go back. Except they can't go back because they created a travel block for themself by accident because of how upsetting the event was, so instead they traveled as close as they could, about 10 years in the future of the time. Now they search for any form of closure, all they need to know is what happened to their friend, and they will do whatever it takes to find this out. But angels aren't super welcome in the past, especially not with uncut wings, so it's not exactly easy for them to navigate this time period. But after a while of their search they met two lovely children (well young adults), a demon and a "cursed" (nowadays they call em spiritually gifted) and felt so bad for how much the world seemed to be against them they decided they could travel with them, just for a bit, to protect them. They tried not to get attached. They failed. They're in it for the long run now aren't they TwT also as they explore this time and learn more about the gods, they start to realize that they might... be the God of longevity???? Or at least an older version of them became them? Time travel is fucked man

Btw Lustre plays a big role in this plot, her hyper futuristic knowledge, 'blessed' white eyes, and strange God gifted clothing would all lead to him rising to a much different role than fugitive rather quickly, but they're not who this post is about ;) also I'm gonna go bottom to top for the 3 in the middle let's go

Lune: just a little guy :) lune is a young rancher/gardener who worships the God of the wood, who kind of goes missing sometimes and is lowkey the least loyal God but shhhh he loves them. Lune and tol were childhood friends (along with their pal cleo) but on one of their little excursions tol took something very important to a very powerful king, and refused to give it back. As retribution the king destroyed their entire town, and cleo put all the blame on tol, tol and lune both knew lune had to take the side against tol in order to not have the town turn on him. So yeah he moved with the town to bring up a brand new farm, long awaiting the day when tol would come home and say that things were OK and they could settle back in town together, hopefully with cleo too. That didn't happen, but tol did come back and peer pressure lune into part time adventuring with him! So yeah generally lune just runs his lil farm and prays, but when tol comes to pick him up he gets a chance to go be free to act batshit crazy, just like when he was a kid 🥰

Pipes: DEmon! One time lune and tol had a little squabble so lune was like 'im gonna get a new best friend and ur gonna regret this' and tol was like 'yeah right, u live with a bunch of criminals right now no one's gonna wanna be ur bestie dumbass' so lune just walked into a cave at night and dragged out this little nonverbal demon because demons who live alone in caves don't have high standards for friends. Even tho it was just a ploy to make tol jealous lune went super hard on it and now pipes is actually friends with the gang lmaoo

Tol: like I said with lunes, stole something important from a king as a kid, monarch got pissed, blew up the town, town got pissed at tol for it, and since then he's been on the run because he's too stubborn to give back the damn thing (they could have just attacked HIM for it, but since la queen decided to fuck with his town, his family, tol thinks he doesn't deserve to have it back.) He had to run from town to town and got into a lot of danger in his attempts at finding places to hide, but he lacks fear and tended to fight stuff off. As a kid he found that he could get enough pity to be welcomed into towns if he told people he had to fight a monster to get there, so he told stories at every town and camp he went to of his hardships. But as he got older, those he stayed with beckoned him to keep talking, and more and more people said they had heard of his adventures. And that's when when it clicked, his shining ticket to true freedom wasn't a place, it was his stories. They gave him food, shelter, fun, memories, a life. So he made it his mission to never settle down, to make his life as crazy as possible and to talk about it as much as possible, and if he ever ran out of energy to adventure, he'd spend the rest of his dying days writing and writing his entire life story. He thought this was a life he'd live alone, but one day he sought refuge in jays little lonely house because he thought it was abonded, luckily though Jay had just been praying for a second chance at life and decided that considering the timing, tol must be that second chance. So yeah jay patched him up, found out on his monthly supply route he was harboring someone very wanted, and took care of tol even harder because he didn't know or care why he was wanted, he just knew that anyone who had a drawing of them as a child on a wanted poster definitely didn't deserve it. So yeah they're besties now.

AAA I wrote out a really long description for jay but tumblr glitched and I lost it :'O ble here's a shorter rewrite cus I'm not writing out that whole thing again >:P

Jay: brought up in a church village,, he was born with the curse, which allows him to tap into magical properties very easily, and be very easily controlled, manipulated, and possessed by them. This allowed him to be very connected with his god (the god of longevity) but also meant he was often treated as a security risk and a monster by the adults of his town since he could let in evil spirits so easily. He spent most of his time praying and he became obsessed with acting on compulsions (repeated prayer, overscrubbing, scratching himself, touching religious things until he felt like he touched them "right") because he believed they were messages from God and would prevent him from becoming evil (look he was a teenager and everyone told him he was a monster his whole life leave him be.) He gets possessed twice, mage as a rep of the town is like "either have ur cursed removed or leave town forever" (uncursing is only hypothetically possible, it's hella dangerous) and he's scared itd sever his connection to his god so he leaves and he's upset bcus his entire life plan was built around his church, so now he's livin alone on a hill and leaving like once a month, he stays up there and sews and prays mostly, he sort of works on himself and becomes vaguely mentally stable, so he prays for a second chance at life since he lost his original path and needs a sign where to go, and then boom tol shows up and the rest is history. Now he has his own little family and things are going great :) other than the still getting possessed like once a week but shhhh

Pip: in between the entrance to hell and the religious central of the continent is a little town that sides with neither. They mostly fuck around and find out, and in this town lives a monster researcher and her less formal wife, pip! Pip is just a silly goofy little guy livin life, and when the crazy bunch shows up she feels like he's finally found her people :3 and for the first time the group gains a member who's begging to join them as opposed to the other way around

Ya and together they all go on wacky lil adventures with demons and monsters and monarchs and what not.

Tldr pastel is a funny lil dead guy, pop is a time traveller and the Adult of the team, lunes a lil farmer man, pipes a hobo demon they picked up off the side of the road, tols a little criminal demon adventurer, jays a religious weirdo who tol dragged out of his hermit hut, and pips an insane little guy

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outoftimewriting · 4 years

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Imagine (Son of Hades! Percy; Godswapped! Big Three's kids) The Lost Hero AU (1/7) (6/12)

Okay so before you read this, there's the whole PJO AU that I've wrote on this - check on the masterpost - that is more or less essential to this plot. So enjoy! Have a good reading, and leave reviews and ideas! And don't forget to check the warnings before reading :))

Jason wakes up on a bus - he doesn’t remember where he is. Why he is here? How is he here? He is not supposed to be here - where is he supposed to be? Who is this girl holding his hand?

Coach Hedge seems familiar - somehow. Something in his posture, in the way he walks a little wobbly, it’s strangely comforting. And he knows that Jason doesn’t belong here - it means he is not going crazy. Maybe. The jury is still out on that one.

He doesn’t know her. He doesn’t know what a “Wilderness School” could possibly be - and who is this messy-haired hyperactive boy cracking jokes? Why is he with them - they're all seventeen? Sixteen? This boy looks young.

Piper. Leo. He has names now - information. Improvise, Adapt, Overcome. Say not always what you know, but always know what you say.

Jason has no idea where he learned that, but it seems like good advice. He doesn’t stutter - his back contracts with the phantom pain of lashes. He starts to ask - who are they, where are they, where are they going.

They are not helpful at all. Leo thinks he is joking - Piper is too busy defending her heritage, and he can’t really blame her for it - a flash of black skin, dark as night, crosses his mind, but is gone before he can connect it to anyone.

There's a pen in his pocket, a name carved onto it. It says Undisonus - which he knows means "resounding with waves".

They are in a Dam. The Hoover Dam. Jason ditches hyper kid, and goes to talk with the Coach - the man is a crackpot fool and Jason kind of thinks he is hopped up on cocaine or smh. He makes no sense - and he explains shit, like who lets this dude supervise children if he can't be clear.

At least Jason is not going crazy. Or not going crazy alone. There’s something evil in the storm - and the coach is a faun-...satyr-...Half-goat. Well, Jason hopes he is not traveling with his dude after this - the whole bus will smell like a barn.

They are fighting an evil storm. Jason's pen is not a pen - it's a sword, made of gold with green stones in its handle. Apparently, the rain doesn’t make him wet, and his sword can absorb energy.

He destroys the monster - Dylan was his name - By singing. He sings - it's not really singing as much as it's producing a very deep sound out of his chest - and the monster gets sloppy, erratic. The weaker ones - the venti - explode when the sound waves connect. It's like he is drawing the sound from the water itself.

Then he saves the girl from falling by using the tides to form something - a tornado? - and catch her. She seems cool. Kinda. Jason feels weird - he doesn’t know her last name. He doesn’t remember his last name.

Some teens come - three of them, in flying horses that he can hear on his mind, like badly connected radios. One of them is a tired blonde girl, who seems to take his presence as a personal offense. The second one is a buff girl who could probably break his neck by flexing her biceps, while the third one is a boy - a boy missing half a leg.

Jason tunes the rude girl out for a second - he is already getting punished for this mess by having to hear her. Apparently, she is after someone that is not Jason. But then, the boy missing half a leg - Alabaster - brings a name up, and Jason startles.

That’s the thing: He doesn’t remember anything - anything but a name. Perseus- no. It sounds wrong. Percy.

"Percy Jackson?" He asks.

Annabeth - or Commander Chase, how he thinks it would be right to call her - the rude blonde - looks like he just solved world hunger. Her voice cracks a little - Percy Jackson. Jason feels weirdly possessive of the name - it's his memory, his link to whoever he is.

"How do you know him? Do you know where he is?" She is on the verge of either fainting or crying, but Jason can't blame her - he would be bawling his eyes out too if only something inside of him didn't fear the sheer idea of sobbing.

Because Jason can’t tell why, or how, or who he is - but he knows that Percy is the key to unlock his memory. But he's been missing for a month.

He knows things. Jason knows they are demigods, what it means to be one - and Valdez (it sounds wrong to call him Leo in such an official situation) is a son of Vulc-... Hephaestus.

The blonde doesn't ask a lot of questions: he has been trained to follow orders, he has been hardwired to be a soldier. He stays in military parade rest the whole time until Commander Chase drags him to see an Oracle.

Jason is pretty sure it should've been called an augur. But they go anyway - and it's not the official person he is expecting. It's a redhead girl painting a face - a black teen, more or less Jason's age, with a purple and orange flower crown and a closed-off expression.

That's Perseus Jackson. He learns a lot about the boy in a conversation - Perseus is a son of Hades (Pluto, God of Riches and the Dead, his mind supplies). He is not sixteen/seventeen like Jason apparently is - he is eighteen and a high school graduate. He was - is, because Commander Chase is sure they're finding him - taking a sabbatical year before going to college - MIT or Stanford, the impossible choice, the Oracle jokes. No one calls him Percy - except for a select few close friends.

Something about this is wrong, just wrong. Augurs - Oracles, whatever - are not supposed to be girls in ripped jeans. They are not supposed to be planning to go to Parsons in the next summer - Aug- Oracles shouldn't even have close relationships to soldiers!

Something must show in his face - because the Cherokee girl, who followed them for a tour of the place, tries to grab his hand. He doesn't let her - Jason knows he shouldn't show affection in front of officers.

Commander Chase asks questions he can't answer. He doesn't know where Perseus had gone for a week without communication six months ago, nor why he came back with no memories of it. He doesn't remember meeting him. He doesn't know if he was in Kronos' side - even if a pit of rage opens in his gut at Saturn's - Kronos - name.

Perseus starts to sound wrong in his mind - Perseus is their leader, and it's clear in the way Commander Chase talks about him that she is his second in command - so he starts calling them General Jackson and Lieutenant Chase in his mind. He doesn't voice this - because even McLean is being called by her first name, and Jason follows as well.

Jason has a tattoo of a trident with bars - no, not a tattoo, a brand. So they split ways - Jason goes see (Senator? Consul? Magister? Consiliario?) Chiron, and McLean stays to be weaponized - It's bad management, Jason thinks, to give a soldier weapons before they know how to use them. But Jason is also just a foot soldier here - he has no opinion and no voice.

Piper is not having a good day - she is not having a good week. Her boyfriend, apparently, is not her boyfriend. Her mother, a goddess. She keeps having dreams - and the Queen of Gods just gave her a mission. To save her - or the whole world ends.

And Annabeth - the beautiful girl with the missing boyfriend (who Piper is not sure is hers or Rachel's, but she is pretty sure all priestesses must be virgins or something) - just rolls her eyes.

This happens all the time - the gods mess things up, and they clean it up. It'll have to wait until they have more information - and until there's an official quest.

They give her a weapon too - she has no idea how to use it, but it's a beautiful dagger. It even has a name, Katoptris. She feels like Arya Stark in that new show that aired in April - a true wolf.

Leo is also having a very weird experience - he has half-siblings. After all those years in the streets or being shoved in and out of foster homes, he has a family - and they think he is the second coming of Jesus or the Antichrist - no one is really sure yet.

Leo is a fire manipulator. Some of the younger kids there look at him with fear - but most of the older ones talk about Perseus Jackson (and isn't that a very popular person, jeez), and how he saved all of their collective asses with his own fire.

Leo gets curious - it's the boy Jason has never mentioned before, but is the only thing he remembers, his brother?

Jake Mason - their incapacitated leader - says that unofficially, yes. The dead counselor - the one that brought the curse - was Perseus's father figure, before he died in the war. But Perseus wasn't - isn't, they avoid using the past tense - a Hephaestus kid. He was the one and only son of Hades.

The thing is, Leo doesn't have a filter. So the first thing he blurts out is "Well, at least they did the fire right in the Hercules movie". Nyssa - and the idea he has a sister is equal parts amazing and terrifying - looks at him like he is crazy, but laughs anyway.

Jason has a vision of a goddess - he doesn't know her. She calls him her champion - but it sounds wrong - and she doesn't tell her anything, because why would her, really. Then, McLean enters, and, apparently, the Oracle was possessed (how is this any news, isn't the Oracle supposed to be possessed?).

This is all connected by the fact that Jupiter - Zeus - has closed off all mortal communications. Well, mostly - Magister Chiron says that it's possible the King still has some contact with his only mortal son, Nico di Angelo.

And isn't it just marvelous that the name makes something stir on him like everything else? Even so, Jason doesn't say anything - Magister Chiron is an officer. Di Angelo is clearly also an officer - and one who answers directly to Jup- Zeus.

Di Angelo appears - looking like a beggar in need of a shower and a haircut - and isn't this a blessing. Jason wants to interrogate him - but the moody teenager has important news - Hera is missing. And she is probably the goddess sending them the messages.

They go see a boy named Clovis, in the Hypnos Cabin - and that makes something stir in Jason - he feels happy. They're so relaxed - and while he has no memories, this feeling of comfort is foreign in his body.

Clovis - who Jason is half-sure is a zombie in human skin - tells him what he already knew - someone took his memories. News: It was Hera. Or Juno - because Jason didn't fall out of the railway yet and the gods have split personalities.

They go to sleep - all three of them because this has been a long day and none of them are in shape for the bonfire later.

Piper dreams of her father, and a fiery giant that tells her to go to a quest - and she is so, so tired of these all-powerful beings telling her to do something and not explaining anything. When she wakes up, she tells Rachel exactly that, and the redhead laughs.

"You and Percy, you'll be best friends. I don't even need to be an Oracle to tell you that" And then proceeds to tell Piper all about Perseus Jackson roasting the gods for being awful parents.

She thinks she might like him - Piper has never seen a black hero before. There's not much prejudice against color or gender or sexual orientation here - its harshly punished, and the person has to undergo classes about equality and prejudice. When Rachel spins her tale, it's clear Perseus was in love with Luke - and it's obviously unrequited but no less important for the decision that saved their civilization.

Leo is in a much similar situation - he dreams about his Aunt Rosa, and wakes up in a panic - he hated the woman. It's Nyssa - the acting counselor - who calms him down - she tells him all the newbies are like that, and once, it was Perseus who hold her.

It's weird how the hero seems like this larger than life person - everyone talks about him, all the time. He was their hero, an invincible wall of muscles and shadows with a giant ax, but most of the people his age see him as a big brother, a soft protective guy with big blue sweaters and horrible morning breath.

Leo goes spend time with Jake - but Jake is occupied. Being half a mummy and preparing to lose one foot because of nerve damage doesn't make him incapable of snogging his nurse, a very willing Will.

Jason is also on the Perseus Jackson boat - but he is in much deeper. He dreams about the hero.

He wasn't doing anything heroic though - it was just him, not even eleven yet, alone in a playground. He is sitting in the grass and there's a book in his lap, and some bigger kids are calling him names - charcoal lump, nigger, ape, monkey, negro - it just goes on.

Jason is a white person. A very Californian tanned one, but a white, blonde person nonetheless. He doesn't remember anything, and he has had no real contact with racism - that he remembers - even though he knows what it means.

But he is pretty sure people of color shouldn't be racist. Shouldn't they support each other? Why is there an Asian and a clearly Hindi (maybe Muslim, Jason is no good with this) person attacking him for his skin?

The memory changes now. Perseus is in his early teens, and he is at camp - well, at least this should be better. It's not.

Perseus is walking alone - this time, there's no one mocking him. It's worse. People look at him with a mix of fear and disgust - even people who have been singing his praises since Jason entered this camp. Even Chase steers clear of him.

The pavilion is different, Jason thinks. There are fewer tables, and the Hermes one is full - is where Perseus sits. People enter after him, and, although there's plenty of space around him, the only people who sit with him are three boys: one dark-haired in his later teens, a young blonde adult with an ugly scar, and Alabaster, with his full two legs and at least five years younger.

Jason feels some kinship for Perseus - the feeling of being ostracized is not unfamiliar. He tries to push after it - but he just wakes up.

When he wakes up, the first thing he does is chase Lt. Chase down (ha) and ask her about his dreams.

He doesn't tell her the first vision - she wasn't there, is not his to tell - but the second in great detail. She asks for a description of the two boys - and suddenly, she is both sad and happy.

"It happened to him," She says, and there's a tear rolling through her cheek that makes him think that this is Annabeth "Those guys... These are Luke Castellan and Ethan Nakamura... You're... You're getting visions of Percy. This... This is good. We can work with that."

Then she leaves muttering to herself, so Jason goes to track down the person who can tell him more: Alabaster.

Jason tells his dream again - and Alabaster gets a sad and wistful face. There are blue sparks playing in his fingers, and his mechanic prosthetic - a bold shade of red with a whip painted across the knee, the mark of Nemesis - whirs a little.

Alabaster doesn't paint Perseus as a hero or a beloved leader - he paints Perseus as a scared, relatable kid, twelve years old with the weight of the world in his shoulders.

He tells Jason how Perseus never had his own bunk - how most of them slept on the floor. How there were no cabins for minor gods and Cabin 11 brimmed with unclaimed children. How Perseus raged against the gods - but couldn't leave his friends to the mercy of Kronos.

How Perseus was never a hero just because he fought in the war - but because he fought for them, all of them, no matter which side they were in. They were just kids - the real battle was with the immortal beings.

Jason learns this, and something shines in his eyes. Lou Ellen snorts from her top bunk from where she is half-watching the scene - it's the same shine Nico Di Angelo got after Grover told him about Percy Jackson and that never left his eyes. At least this one is older.

The three newbies go to the bonfire - and they trade stories in the way. All of their stories involve Perseus - it's like he is the entity of this camp. He is this camp - there's no other explanation.

Jason starts talking about his dream - and Piper and Leo, who "remember" the blonde's crush on Piper, look at each other with resignation. Their memories may be fake - but this is very much the insufferable Jay they know.

Piper thinks she should be much more worried about her relationship with Jason, but she is cool - first, she apparently doesn't even know him, though she would like to, cause he is cool. Second, he is just a boy. The real life version of Aquaman - but a boy nonetheless. And she has bigger problems - like, for example, who is her mother?

They go to the bonfire - Jason creates a hurricane, and he's proved to be a son of Poseidon - he has a sister apparently, the Lieutenant of the Hunt.

Katie - a girl with the most amazing dreads Piper has ever seen in this life and a staff, which is not as cool as Piper's dagger, but just as lethal - tells her all about the huntresses.

Piper thinks that if there's a thing that she would give up boys forever for, it's an immortal hunt with a goddess. She asks Katie if the hunt accepts trans girls - perhaps after this whole business with Hera, she can join.

Maybe there, she will finally be accepted as a tomboy. Maybe there, she won't have to fend off questions of why does she "wants to be" a girl if she likes her messy hair and doesn't care about "girly" things. If cis girls are allowed to like skating and use baggy clothes and have short hair - why isn't she?

But she is kind of against the whole misandry thing. Sure, she can stop being with a man in romantic or sexual ways, but to not have male friends because "man is evil" is clear prejudice - doesn't matter where it comes from.

Rachel issues a prophecy - Leo volunteers (under the condition he must find a water-based way of transportation), and Piper thinks that's her chance, she is been having those weird dreams for a while now. But- as a girl she hasn't met, named Drew Tanaka - points out, she is not claimed.

Well - that changes pretty quickly. The dress isn't her style - not at all - nor is the make-up. But at least her mother recognizes her gender - it's Aphrodite, what could she expect? At least there are no feathers in her hair or animal skin clothing - the stereotype is just ridiculous.

At least now her magic voice has an explanation and she can throw it in Leo's face - see, she was asking!

Piper is given a bunk on Aphrodite's cabin - which has twenty-one children between the ages of 7 and 25, of all races and genders - and learns quickly that no one there is prejudiced - beauty comes in very different ways.

She makes friends, and discovers that Drew isn't a counselor - she trash-talked Silena Beauregard once and tried to use her charm speak on a young boy, and everyone ousted her - all Aphrodite children are resistant to charm speak.

Lacy is thirteen, and just a summer camper - she is cis and white and blonde with blue eyes. She also has social anxiety - so she is the only one Drew doesn't bitches to in public.

Mitchell is the only boy (of her fourteen half-brothers) in this cabin who actually talks to her. He is from Texas, and he's a shy nerd, with a big crush on both Annabeth Chase and Malcolm Cage - who Piper learns leads the Trans Support Group on camp, which has more or less twenty-five kids, from the now 157 campers.

Piper is surprised - it's 2011, and gender is still kind of taboo - but she shouldn't be. They tell her the gods are way freer with both gender and sexuality - Lacy doesn't have a father, but a mortal mother. There's a lot of year-rounders who stay because of homophobic parents.

She asks if gods can transition people. They tell her maybe Aphrodite, maybe Eros - but the ones who are over eighteen can ask to go on quests to see the deity Hermaphroditus - they are the only one who magically transitions people, but it's not without a price - they are a god, after all.

She decides that - prejudiced or not - Drew Tanaka is a bitch of mythic proportions. The girl has weaker charmspeak than Piper - but she uses it way more, and for worse reasons. She is twenty - almost four years older than Piper - and picks on everyone she cans - mostly young children of other cabins, even though she already got punished for it four times - counselors are ridiculously protective of their children.

Piper thinks Drew is such a bitch because of her trauma - the Cherokee girl sees her walking with a cane that looks directly out of a Prada store, and Lacy tells her Drew had to do a total knee replacement after the war, and when it's way too cold it bothers her. When she tells her theory to Mitchell, the boy laughs for the first time.

"Darlin'" He starts, with the southern drawl that makes people doubt he has no charmspeak "Drew was always a bitch. She was a bitch before she even knew she had charmspeak. She was a bitch when she got to Camp if that fella from Demeter is too be believed."

The older Aphrodite children just roll their eyes at it - Drew has no real power here.

"Don't worry, kiddo," Says the counselor, a non-binary kid that goes by Ariel and has an uncanny similarity to the princess, if not for the undercut and the pixie hair "She does her thing once more, and she is in laundry duty for the rest of the summer. And if she says an A about Silena too you, you come directly to us. No one trash talks Silena Beauregard in this Camp."

Leo has just done something amazing, he thinks. He fixed the steel dragon - Festus because maybe Jason will feel better with a Latin name - and he can totally make him work on water - like a sea serpent! He always wanted a Gyarados anyway.

It leads to an underground bunk - and isn't this the coolest camp ever - and Leo attaches motors to it. And a tail that works in water, so the transport is well and done.

Jason goes to explore his cabin - and he finds pictures there, of Thalia Grace's friends, that she left behind. There's one with Perseus, two girls in silver jackets with bows, a faun and Thalia herself - in the same Dam they were this morning.

She is his sister. He knows it, just like he knows the curve of his nose and hers are the same, the way both of them have the same curls when they let their hair grow - that's why both of them have it cut short.

He tells it to Lt. Chase. Not under the Styx vow - he has no need for it. Jason hopes she contacts his sister, and tells her about it - even when she tells him Thalia never told anyone about him. Well, maybe they're estranged. She might know something about him, anyway.

They leave in Festus, and Jason's water powers aren't even needed - Leo has it handled with his magical mechanic beast.

It's difficult to travel in the cold water - but Jason wills the water away, and it obeys.

Do you know who doesn't obey? Khione. The boreads go away easily with Piper's charmspeak - and isn't it a scary thought that she can will away gods - but Khione is more powerful than her.

And the gods keep complicating their lives. Instead of appeasing Aeolus - no. Let the demigods pay the price for their mistakes. However, Jason is a son of Poseidon - or Neptune, because Boreas exchanges form when they talk.

Their next stop is Chicago - which is really convenient because they can go the whole way by water.

The travel is, however, long, and Piper dreams of the fiery giant again - Enceladus. She hates dreaming about him - he calls her boy, doesn't care for her pronouns, and is clearly the villain, and Piper knows about dreams.

Her father may not care for their culture - and she is okay with that. However, she loved her grandfather's stories. And while Piper is Cherokee, she knows about the Navajo dream walkers and the Abenaki legend about the world created by the dream of the Great Spirit.

Dreams have power - in all cultures, in all religions. She is not making a deal with a creature that uses her dreams to communicate.

Jason - Jason Grace - Also dreams. And once again, he dreams of Perseus Jackson.

His first vision - they're not dreams, dreams mean they're not true - is of Percy in his middle teens. He is in a familiar pier and it's winter - as far from the water as he can possibly get. By his side, Luke Castellan - the one Jason knows later becomes Saturn.

They are talking. Well, Castellan is talking, all wide smiles and side-hugs. Perseus laughs at his jokes and blushes every time they get close to each other. There's not a sliver of Percy's skin to be seen under his neck - but Jason is pretty sure he is shivering when Luke whispers something in his ear.

It makes Jason weirdly bothered - two men aren’t supposed to act like that towards one another outside of the privacy of their tents or the throes of war. It’s a weakness - same sex’s company is stimulated in battle - to unite the ranks. But soldiers are supposed to do their duty and procreate more soldiers - even if he doesn’t remember who the war is against.

Perseus eventually leaves - melting into the shadows - and with him, Luke's smile is gone. Alabaster and the dark-haired boy - that Jason knows it's called Ethan now - come to talk to Luke, who is clearly bothered by something.

Alabaster asks him if he convinced Perseus yet. Luke says he didn't, but he'll keep trying - the son of Hades would be a huge asset to Kronos' army. The blonde's face is as cold as the waters must be.

The memory changes. Perseus is now maybe sixteen, hopefully, older - Jason doesn't know - with a giant hellhound by his side, hugging his own knees. He is in front of a river - somewhere dark, the Underworld probably - and he is crying.

This is the first memory where Perseus - Percy, for this memory is too intimate - shows any bare skin. He doesn't have a shirt on - nor shoes or socks. Jason gets sidetracked by the muscles - totally in a comparative way - but the presence of Alabaster brings him back to reality.

"Luke is going to rebirth," Percy says, full of sorrow "I saw him in Elysium only once - I'm barely able to get there, I'm no good with spirits, and I couldn't talk to him. It's his last rebirth before the Isle of the Blessed. Is it selfish, that I wanted him to wait for me?" Alabaster shakes his head, hugging the younger boy close.

"Did he ever love me, Alabaster? Even as a friend?"

Jason can’t see how it would be any different. Men don’t love men - men share beds and quick escapades into the night. But this - this thing Perseus has for Luke - is different. It’s all encompassing.

"Of course, Percy. He loved you as much as you love him. Just... Just not in the same way." He doesn't even hesitate to lie.

Jason wakes up furious for no reason - but he has no time to deal with that now because Festus is caught in a tempest. Without ways of controlling him, they shipwreck in a deserted beach - in Detroit of all places, still a day and a half of Chicago, even with Festus' speed.

There's an abandoned warehouse there. Both Jason and Piper are distraught from their dreams - everyone talks it over (kinda, Jason is too angry with his visions and too deep in denial) and they try to calm themselves while letting Leo solve the dragon problem.

Leo is worried about his companions. They can't sleep without having weird dream visions - Nyssa told him back in camp that was "normal" for demigods, especially those questing, but Jason has been dreaming of a missing person while being a missing person himself, and Piper is having dreams of a monster he is already 80% sure they'll confront sooner or later.

He must've been really sleep deprived and way too into his friends' stories, because he has a hallucination.

His sleep paralysis demon is clearly not up to news - She thinks Jason and Piper are together, even if Jason is having a hard crush on his literal dream dude and Piper is in love with her dagger - Leo thinks that if she doesn't get to stab something soon, she'll be stabbing them while they're asleep.

And even if they were together - what does it matter for Leo? In his fake memories at least, he has been third-wheeling for a while now. He doesn't really care - he is fifteen, for gods sake. Leo jokes a lot - but he had like, two crushes on his whole life: Penelope Cruz and Johnny Depp, and both because of the pirate movie they watched in class last semester.

Turns out the Muddy Mary was just stalling him - but he is Leo Badass Valdez, and he totally destroys those cyclops - What name is Ma Gasket anyway, what was Poseidon thinking.

They try to reform, but Jason mixes his relatives - and yes, Leo is holding this over him forever - with water: Monster Kool-Aid.

It gains time for them to get back on Festus and go to Chicago - with the tune up Leo gave on the disk, they're there in half a day and they don't even drown in Lake Michigan - even though Jason says he thinks there are sirens there.

Then its explore the sewers time. Festus is too small for them - so they are disgusting alone. Leo feels like a rat.

He and Jason talk - they start talking about their powers, and how Leo is confused about his own fire. If a hero had it, it couldn't be bad, could it? Jason equals it to his water powers - its the same, but in different sides of the elemental spectrum.

"If I learned anything with the Camp's fan love for Perseus - and I'm not kidding, Lacy totally has a shrine for him somewhere," Piper starts "Is that our powers, our parentage - it doesn't define us."

"I'm not a manipulative bitch because I can charmspeak... shut it Leo! It was just a car" Leo mimes driving away, and she swats him upside the head.

"Leo is not a demon because of his fire. Maybe a gremlin but-..." It's his time to try and swat at her, even if she is probably capable of killing him with her pinky after spending the whole two days in Camp with Rachel - her Oracle facade doesn't fool Leo, he saw that knife strapped to her leg - doing gods knows what.

"And Jason is not a fish, so we're all fine" They are laughing - and Leo thinks this is way better than those fake memories.

Their encounter with Medea goes a little differently this time. Jason is a son of the sea - his mind is too fickle. He and Leo don't fight each other - even though the scrawny boy tries really hard and Jason will lord this over him forever.

They battle the Sun Dragons - they're no match for Jason's power over water, and he does the weird singing thing - this time to lesser results. Maybe the bigger the monster, the less his powers work.

They escape through the sewers - with one very petrified Coach Hedge and a cage full of air spirits in tow. Jason liquefies the vapor trail in the sky - and they pray together for Zeus not to strike them out of his sky.

Leo finally has prophetic dreams of his own - his father. He is less cool than Leo though he was - but maybe that's Leo's internalized ableism talking. Or the fact that the god looks like he hasn't showered in a week - Leo can identify with that, being a sewer rat himself.

Their prayers don't work. Zeus - or something up there - shot them out of the sky when Festus is malfunctioning. Jason cushions their fall with a mini-hurricane - because the dude is clearly Ororo Munroe's frat boy version.

His baby is broken, partially cause someone up there hates him, partially because of where he landed. He prays to his father - and Leo thinks he's way cooler when he actually answers. With nowhere to go, the three of them go into the house.

Midas didn't count Jason being capable of controlling water. Soon, nothing is gold anymore - And he loves his sword a lot, but he hopes he doesn't have to see it for a while because anything gold will burn his retinas again.

Jason dreams of Perseus again. This time, the demigod is with a goddess who has the same exquisite skin color as him - and dreadlocks adorned with bones. They are curving shadows like smoke around their hands - even if Jason can barely focus on their conversation, because the guy he has been having visions about every time he naps is basically in a skirt and nothing more. Is he allowed to appreciate him if he is wearing womanly clothes?

It's really weird, to be peeving in a boy - in a man - he has (probably) never met and does not remember - but Jason is watching the guy's life. Private moments that someone (probably Hera/Juno, he bets she is the one who took Perseus too) is showing him - he feels like he knows him.

Perseus and the goddess talk - mostly about Perseus' school and Rachel. He seems happy - and carefree, even though he is probably over sixteen (if the last memories make any sense), and Luke Castellan is already dead. This is perhaps a little before he disappeared - and Jason rages against the unfairness of the gods' games.

Jason knows men aren’t supposed to be together - but he saw them at Camp. Same sex people holding hands and kissing in public - wherever Jason comes from, this isn’t talked about. He wishes that he could stay forever at Camp - this alternative reality where they are allowed to live freely. Jason thinks he might’ve asked Perseus for a date - lunch at the beach, perhaps. If he is allowed to stay and they find the son of Hades, he might do exactly that.

They rest in a mountain cave - and discuss Jason's dreams about Perseus (not in great detail, because Leo is teasing him enough about it) and Piper's nightmares about the evil fire giant - who Medea told them it's Enceladus. They have no idea who it is, but Jason is apparently a human encyclopedia of mythology - it's the bane of Athena.

They're attacked by Lycaon - who calls Jason "Lupa's seal cub". Jason is so tired of not remembering anything because this is probably supposed to be offensive, but it just sounds funny, and now Leo is going to keep calling him seal cub. If they survive, because Jason is way too exhausted.

He meets his sister - with Leo, because he needs a security net, and Piper has hypothermia - he feels guilty, because he did this to her.

And their story sounds like a tragedy. Thalia thought he was dead - and then she ran away, became a crying tree for five years, was saved by Perseus - because clearly, that Camp does not work without him - went on a mission with him to save Chase, almost destroyed the world, lost over half of her quest mates (because apparently, Perseus left the camp for reasons she won't explain - he doesn’t care, he’ll probably dream about it later), became the Lt. of the Hunt - and was now going stir-crazy because her mistress is locked up in Olympus.

Lieutenant Grace - how his soldier mind reverts her name quickly, sister or not, is really worrying - is happy to see him. They hug - and it feels for the first time, things are going well for Jason. Thalia and Leo even bond a little - over laughing about Jason's stupid decisions and dream crush on Percy Jackson.

He does have a crush on a guy - at least in the privacy of his mind. It’s just the boy’s stupid muscles and his stupid curls, and the way he was so carefree with that goddess, the way he curled in Alabaster’s arms, the way Luke Castellan never deserved him.

They keep talking - about Perseus, their missions, their lifes - and he feels like this was what he was supposed to find all his life, the missing piece to a long-standing puzzle.

They go to Aeolus castle. Due to their shared conversations, Leo doesn't make any conclusions - because all of these theories, about exchanging camps, they were talked about in the cave - when Jason first discovers the Wolf House.

They leave the mountain in a hurricane - Jason is really handy with these. At least they know where to go to find Enceladus: Mount Diablo. What a fitting name.

Piper meets her mother - and it's pleased that, when Aphrodite looks at her, she doesn't see blonde hair or green eyes - she sees a Cherokee woman, with short-cropped up hair and a lightning tattoo - the mark of a warrior. It's the woman she wants to be - not a boy she considers now one of her best friends.

Aphrodite tells her where they need to go. She tries to talk about Jason - but Piper says it was a bad idea. She shouldn't have given her those fake memories - it hurt more that way.

Aphrodite gives Piper a potion - and not only that, but she tells her that, when they meet again - not in a dream, but in life - she shall give Piper what she wants the most.

Her mother tells her some of her children are destined for greatness, and Piper is the Aeneas of this generation. Aeneas founded Rome - and Piper will shape the future of their civilization.

Then she tells Piper about the true enemy: Gaea. Suddenly, she wakes up, and oh Toto, they aren't in Kansas anymore.

They are in San Francisco - which triggers something in Jason because when they take a taxi, it's like he can't stop looking at everything.

There's a pier - Pier 36 - that Jason looks ready to cry when they pass through it. If not for the fiery giant threatening to kill Piper's father, she would probably stop the taxi - it's the first time Jason's facade breaks.

She thinks he might've been indoctrinated, as they do in cults or some religions, to believe that males have to act a certain way. Or fighters have to act a certain way - because he is certainly not misogynist. He looks fearful just to talk about his dreams about Perseus, though - like someone will come and take those from him because he likes them.

There's no much time for consideration, Leo thinks - soon, Piper saves her dad (who is prettier in real life). Then, they're fighting against Dirty Bubbles - because Jason is clearly Mermaid Man - if the way he keeps singing and the creatures get rekt by his voice are any signal. Does that mean Leo is Barnacle Boy?

The Earthborn holds no candle to Jason's power on an island. And Leo is helping a lot too because that's his best friend's father and he can totally paralyze mud with fire - is basic Chem.

Poseidon helps them defeat Athena's Bane - and how is that for irony - with an earthquake followed by a giant wave that - if not for Jason - would've killed them all.

Jason dreams on the helicopter - it's the first one not about Perseus. This one, there's a woman - her skin is as dark as the soil, but her hair merges with the wheat around her. She is clad in a green dress and holds a basket of strawberries to her chest as she whistles through the plantation.

Then, she sees him - and changes. Her hair goes up - there's a staff in her right hand, the corn went in exchange for loaves of bread. The woman smiles, and Jason feels like he's been embraced by warmth.

"My champion" Ceres starts, for he knows her name, with infinite care in her voice "You don't need to fear Juno's machinations. She knows nothing of motherly love - she shall never understand it. The winter is difficult - but the Harvest will bring deliverance."

It's the first time he is sad to see a deity go. Deliverance - does that mean that Perseus will come back by June? Summer is harvest - even if June is six months away.

Piper doesn't use the potion on her father - no. It won't help anything, to forget - she learned that with Jason. The boy has no memories and all kinds of triggers and internalized problems. Tristan McLean is going through shock - and as soon as Piper is done with the whole Hera/Juno and Gaea thing, she is going home and taking care of him.

Leo's fire can't see to open Aunt Callid-... Hera's cage. And isn't really weird his babysitter was a goddess grooming him for war - even though Aphrodite told Piper Gaea only awakened after Kronos, and they didn't even know Kronos would rise twelve years ago.

So Hera just groomed him because her mind went "Oh, Hades' child. May cause the end of the world - Idk how. Might need firebender - time to groom this child". Was he supposed to be her pawn for the first Titan War? Her way of being recognized - but she hid away her card when she saw the bigger threat on the horizon, to gain what? Prestige? Glory?

Is that why he survived so many years away from Camp, with no random monster attacks? Was he just... just hiding for later use?

Man, he sure understands now why people rose against the gods. They are assholes.

Khione is pretty - but as Leo said, a goddess. So, an asshole. She has this whole elaborate plan to make Jason's demigods (Romans?) start a war - but her plan is shit. So he fights her because she is an asshole and isn't even a good villain.

A mysterious horse appears - a very rude horse if Jason's increasingly appalled face is to be believed. Its (his) name is Arion, and together with Jason, they literally turn the battle tides.

Piper is magical. Literally - Aphrodite's blessing apparently doesn't cover only beauty - it makes her a battle queen. She jumps - and the air supports her. She falls - and the earth trembles. Piper moves like a dancer - even though she barely fought before - and her and Jason's voice make the wolves so confused they start banging their heads in the walls.

Piper sometimes forgets her mother is a daughter of the sea and the sky - because Jason's tides don't touch her, and the air seems to help her, to mold her. Aphrodite is not only pretty - Love is always in the last place you expect it. And so is Piper.

Jason fights Porphyrion - and the only thing he can think about is why. Why is he doing this, for a goddess who took his life from him - who took everything he was. Why him? Why not Di Angelo, who is a son of Zeus? Why not anyone else?

They keep fighting and fighting and fighting - and Hera helps, in the end, and claims all the credit - because this apparently isn't all her fault at all. She almost kills Jason - because is not enough to wipe his mind - but water (and Piper's reality control power) save him.

They go back to Camp - and nothing changes. They don't become their Cabin counselors - except for Jason, because he is the only mortal kid of Poseidon.

Lacy suggests it - but the older ones quickly shut it down. Piper might be a hero - but she knows nothing of schedules or child care, she has no idea of how to counsel - She is barely seventeen. She is a sophomore - Piper can't even be a year-rounder, and there are young children there.

Ariel does say she has potential - worth grooming to succeed be second in command to their second in command - Troy - when Ariel leaves for her master's degree in Chemistry on Princeton.

And Leo - Leo has no responsibility to take care of others. He is an incredible engineer - and his firebending powers are amazing - but he is also not a counselor. Between the sixteen Hephaestus children, he is the second youngest - he's beat by nine-year-old Francisca Alves - a Brazilian girl who gave them a whole lot of problems to immigrate because her mother was Hi Merimã (an isolated indigenous tribe north of the country).

Being a counselor is not something harsh - is hard work, taking care of tens of demigods of all ages, taking stock of their basic needs, and making sure they are educated and welcomed - it's not a job given away freely to fifteen-year-olds.

The cabins with more people generally have older demigods in charge - twenty-year-olds who don't run into danger unless under dire circumstances, who are year-rounders and take online college courses - an exception of technology rule made by Chiron when they first started getting old enough for it to be possible.

Ceres talks to Jason - she is the one to deliver back his memories, for Juno is otherwise incapacitated. She tells her what it means - the Greeks, the Romans. And that they shall not go looking for Perseus Jackson - for it'll damage the Romans' trust if the hero doesn't win them by himself.

Jason feels bad for Perseus - he won't find in the Romans the kinship he found in the greeks. The Romans are people of war and discipline - soldiers, and not friends. Everything within Rome, nothing outside Rome, nothing against Rome.

Leo is the Captain of the Argo II - who will go to Greece so they can defeat the giants. The prophecy is clear - Seven shall answer the calling. When Jason comes bearing news of Ceres' message and his past memories, it's pretty clear - Seven shall go to the Jupiter Capitol - the head of the Twelve Cities that compose the Roman side of the demigods.

It's easy to decide who goes. Jason, Leo, and Piper - for obvious reasons. Annabeth and Malcolm - who are diplomatic leaders and have their own mission on Greece. Nico Di Angelo - for they're traveling by both air and water. Will Solace - for they also need a healer.

Fourteen cabins are build - they don't know how many Romans are coming with them, but at least Perseus is. Well, probably. He has been through one Great Prophecy - he might just be way too tired of this bullshit.

Jason has his memories back. The Prophecy is in the works. He didn't count, though, on keep dreaming of Perseus for the next six months it takes for them to make it to Rome.

Oh, how he's going to be so happy when his counterpart punches Juno in the face.

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Love of my life | Tom Holland Oneshot

KOH Tom (or Demon Tom) x Human reader

Summary: There are 365 days in a year and you’re lucky enough to see your love on one of those days. At least they called it lucky– you called it a curse but hey, sometimes you have to learn the hard way about falling in love with demons.

Words: Around 2.9k

Warnings: Uh it’s a demon au. Heartbreak. This au isn’t for everyone so if it doesn’t seem like you, don’t read it. be nice on anon kids lmao.

Yes, this was majorly inspired by the song ‘Love of my life’ by Queen. It wasn’t at first but as I continued writing it I realised that the lyrics resonated with how it was going and had the song on repeat, so of course I had to throw in a few references. I 10/10 reccomend listening to that song.

Gif by @starksparker / @hawkeyesscoffee

Love of my life, don't leave me You've stolen my love, you now desert me

There were three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, and you were alone for three hundred and sixty-four of those days.

Because on one of those days, you were blessed with the presence of your love, Tom Holland. That was for one whole day, twenty-four hours out of eight thousand seven hundred and sixty. For some it would be classed as a gift, something to look forward too but for you, it was the effect of a curse.

Because you knew that as the clock met the twelve mark you’d be torn from his arms and he’d begin a pitiful journey back to the underground while you– you’d spend the next two to three days wallowing over mug after mug of cold tea, the shirts that smelt like him (ash and mint– an odd combination, but one that worked.) and old memories.

Because before the law- or what Tom called the curse was placed, your days were filled with constant laughter, varying dates that reminded you of your teenage years again and trouble, lots of it. Because Tom was trouble, but in the very best way possible and before the curse you were even given an engagement ring.

You still had it, the ring that was the colour of his wicked crown and now, it hung around your neck on a silver chain. Even if you could never get married, because it was like you had a piece of him everywhere you went even if you also drape yourself in his shirts and hoodies. (He made sure to always bring one over every year)

Maybe you were just holding onto false hope. Maybe a strong part of you still believed that you’d get married to him and he’d come up to live with you in the mortal world and you’d wear a pretty white dress, him in a monkey suit and there’d be a cake after– your family and friends would all be there and after you’d go on a romantic getaway to somewhere hot like Hawaii, because Tom liked hot places and despised the cold. That was one of the only things he complained about when you used to get to spend every day together in London. You even talked about going to France and various places in America.

You knew it was all dreams, simply fantasies.

It was all false hope and it was hanging by a thread.

He was trouble with his jet black wings that could protrude from his shoulder blades and hang over his head, the ones that you’d run your fingers through and savour– and the sharp teeth that could bite through the flesh of those that wronged him. You’d never seen it but you could only imagine. He was trouble- handsome at that with the ashy grey and ruby red crown that only you got to touch and had even tried on, and trouble from the things he told you about the underworld– a place you were forbidden from entering despite Toms eternal love for you.

And on that one day a year he got to visit you... he’d notice how you’d only grown older while he remained youthful. You weren’t blind to the changes either, that every year left you more plagued then the one before.

He watched and tried to ignore as gentle creases took place beneath your eyes when you’d smile, one more crease then last year decorating your features despite the fact that you were still young– in human years still younger then him. He’d listen to your voice through the phone, ignoring how it got heavier and more pained as the years went but maybe that wasn’t a sign of ageing, but a sign of sorrow for your boyfriend lived not far– access was easy but you wouldn’t survive being down there for too long, and hell wouldn’t survive if he left.

And like they’d threatened, if he spent too long out of hell you’d both perish. You laughed at the threat at first but Tom assured you that it was dead serious. Tom tested those limits anyway because love was worth it, right? and now you were reduced to one day a year, any longer then that and he’d suffer in ways that were simply unimaginable. That was why he called it a curse but still– you used your one day a year because love was worth it.

And your curse was something completely different. You didn’t need a mystical being to put this curse on you, you weren’t born with it and it wasn’t one you could break. You were possessed by desire, devotion and passion. Your curse was being completely and utterly in love with Tom. So much so that at twenty-seven you were nothing more then alone three hundred and sixty-four days of the year. One would say putting your life on hold for something that was so far out of your own reach.

Loneliness was still engulfing you in its arms, whispering harsh truths and those few gentle praises as you stayed with him year after year. No one else could compete with him, nothing could come close to the love he gave.

And maybe it was all so goddamn wrong and your meeting was an accident in the first place because while you dreamed of a normal, mortal life with Tom, he dreamed of a completely different one. The king dreamed of having you on the throne with him, seated next to him with a crown on your head and a title as his queen. He dreamed of having you at arm's reach at all times simply so he could shower you in affection that he felt starved of throughout the mortal year and ravish you with jewels and other riches that he’d been hiding away.

Your differences couldn’t compete. You were both too different but one thing was for sure; you’d never get to live out either of your little fantasies.

Feet gently tap against the floorboards and you sit, humming a gentle tune as the clock ticked slowly– ever so goddamn slowly as you waited for it to hit twelve. Twelve am, not pm. The ring that sat on your finger was cold, the ruby red sparkling as it hit the sunlight.

Ruby red like the colour of the jewels that lined his crown. Red like the flames that burned beneath you and the red that shone in his eyes when he was angry. You’d only seen that colour red in him when they’d passed the law that prohibited him from seeing you 364 days of the year.

Twelve was when your time began. When he’d make his way to you and haul you up in his arms and treat you like a queen. You wondered what you’d do this time- If just maybe he wanted to go down to the beach where you would have a midnight picnic when the surf was at its loudest and the land was at its loneliest. Or maybe he’d want to stay behind and make love until your legs were aching and your throat was raw from calling out his name like it was your lifeline.

In a way, you felt that he was exactly that- your lifeline, the thing that kept you alive.

Until then you’d sit and wait, chewing on your bottom lip despite the fact that you knew it’d cause the skin to split. You were filled with anticipation.

There’s a sudden knock at the door that breaks the silence, pulling you from your patient wait you drag yourself to the door and don’t waste a second to peep through the small hole or ask who it is– you swing it open. You’re greeted by your dark-eyed demon, as beautiful as ever.

He stands there as real as day, smiling brightly though there was something else that you don’t take a second to work out as he steps inside the room.

“Tom.” You let out a sigh, arms going straight around his neck. You breathed in the scent of his coat, not even being able to begin what he smelt like. Whatever it was, you liked it.

He wastes no time in scooping you up into his arms, enveloping you as he’d only dreamed about for the last year and closes his eyes and take this all in- to accept that this was real and he was with you again and god he was so in love.

The demon was whipped.

“My love.” The words came out muffled against your sweater, one that wasn’t his own. One of his hands goes straight to the back of your head, only pulling you tighter against him and he swore that you’d never be close enough. He needed you in so many ways but Tom knew that the clock had already started ticking. That he now only had 23 hours and 58 minutes with you before he’d be pulled back to the very depths of hell. “My beautiful girl.”

Tom pulled back a little and noticed how you’d grown your hair out. It now hung lower then last year- and how the bags beneath your eyes were only more prominent. If he had more time with you he swore he would’ve tucked you up in bed and told you to sleep ‘til your heart’s content.

But Tom was a selfish lover and he wanted you all to himself.

“Missed you so much.” You cling to him, fingers grasping his shirt beneath the coat. “I missed you more then ever this time. I just kept thinking about you down there and counting down the minutes until we got to be like this again.”

Having him there again was almost too much. You feel a wave of emotion wash over you and you know- he knows, you never want to let go of him. You wanted to curl up and stay with him forever on earth– after being made his on paper, of course.

Toms' lips linger on top of your head, whispering sweet nothings as what he knew he had to say lingered in the back of his mind. “I was thinking about you too. Every fucking day, my love. I was hoping that you’d still be wearing that ring, just waiting for me.”

You bring one of your hands up and show him the item that still sat on your finger day and night. “I never take it off. It’s the closest I can be to you.”

You didn’t bring up the one time you’d lost it for a solid two days and searched frantically with tear stained cheeks and salty lips until you found it on the bathroom floor, trapped between the sink and the wall. It was the biggest relief of your life finding it there. The thing was simply irreplaceable.

Tom lets go of you, not liking the sudden emptiness he feels and peppers kisses to your cheeks, moving down to your jaw. “What are we doing just standing here? There’s so much time to make up for.”

You sigh at the contact. “And not enough time.” your voice lowers to a whisper that doesn’t go unnoticed by Tom who brings a finger up to brush a strand of hair away from your eyes.

“C’mon, darling, do we really want to spend our time together being sad? I got you something.”

A goodbye gift.

“I told you that you don’t have to bring me things.” You speak gently, watching as he reaches behind his back and offers a bouquet of black roses. But they weren’t like other black roses, they sparkled and your eyes widened in awe, mouth falling agape.

I’m hoping that it’ll help heal your broken heart, he wants to say, but there aren’t enough gifts he could give you in this lifetime that’d put the pieces back together.

“They’re from my personal garden and they only grow once a year but if you grow them correctly, giving them the perfect amount of sunlight and water then they can last a lifetime once picked.”

You take them gently, brushing your fingertips over the flowers. “Where were you hiding those?” You say without taking your gaze off of the things.

“You don’t want to know.” He smiles lightly. “We need to talk about something.” The demon stops, wetting his lips. Behind him, black wings flutter nervously. But no, because a demon didn’t feel nervous. “About us.”

“Yeah? I’m listening.” You prompt him, moving away to grab a vase. You grab a clear one, filling it with water and put the jet black flowers in while Tom waits. In the meantime he takes a seat on your couch, noticing the screwed up blanket and creases from where you’d previously been sitting.

Tom swallows harshly, his wings suddenly tensing. He’d refuse to admit that he’d already cried over this and he refused to cry about it again, especially not in front of you. He debated spending a full twenty-three hours with you first, making the most of every single second but then it’d come across as he’d been using you. Plus, how could he have fun when it was the only thing on his mind? He simply couldn’t.

If Tom were a human, he’d swear he’d die and go to hell for what he was about to do to you.

Tom toys with the fluffy blanket, picking at loose strands. “You must need a break from– from waiting around, right?” He hesitates.

The flowers shone on the kitchen windowsill, glittering beneath the moonlight and you trudged over, trying to make sense of what he was saying. You struggle to take your eyes off of them, your heart fluttering in content for now.

“I’m confused, waiting around for what?” You shrug and take a seat next to him on the couch. The two of you are facing each other and somehow, you notice that Tom looks more broken then you.

He shutters. “For me every year. It’s exhausting, isn’t it?”

“It is but it’s worth it when I get to see you, even if it’s just once a year.” You try to hide your nerves behind a small smile but Tom sees right through you. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

You want to scold him for wasting precious time. You could’ve begun baking sweats by now and he’d be stealing the spoon

“Y/N.” He uses your first name, something he never did. “This isn’t fair on you. I’m trying not to be selfish here and keep you all to myself because I know that you have your entire life in front of you. You’re getting older–”

“Do you not like me anymore? B-because I’m no longer as young as I was when we first met.” You choke back tears, playing nervously with the red ring. It was a nervous habit you’d picked up.

“My love.” Tom stops you, brown curls hanging in tousled strands. “What I mean to say is that you deserve a life outside waiting for me. And as much as it pains me to say this, you deserve to find someone that can be with you whenever you need them. I get twenty-four hours to shower you in all of the love and affection I can but that’s not enough. I can provide you kids or a… a real life.”

“You’re enough for me. This, what we have is enough.” But it wasn’t enough and you knew it as well as he did. “You have always been the one for me.”

But it was like Tom had already made up his mind. But of course he had, he had spent the last year going backwards and forth after all. Harrison was dead sick of hearing about it by now but yeah, he’d still be waiting at the gates with open arms for his broken-hearted best friend on his return.

“But I’m not. It’s selfish of me to keep making you do this, making you wait when you could be out there meeting someone knew– travelling the world and getting married. Remember your dream wedding you told me about? With all the flowers.”

You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t need a wedding or to see the world if I have you by my side.”

“But you don’t have me by your side and you know that. I’m never here, I’m never the person you need and that isn’t either of our faults.” Tom thought about his next words wisely because the largest part of him that was so in love with you, absolutely smitten and head over heels wanted nothing more then to swallow them whole and move on. But the part that knew you were isolated, wasting away and needed to move on pushed him out of his comfort zone. “But I’m the one holding and back and I think it’s time I let you go.”

For 364 days you’d waited for this day, imagining only how perfect it’d be. How happy and content you’d feel with him by your side again but if anything this felt just like the last 364 days. Only you felt a little more broken hearted. A little more let down.

“I don’t think you realise how much you mean to me.” You mutter, choking back a sob. You took a moment to memorise every single one of his features from the light freckles dotting his cheeks to the sharpness of his jaw and bruised knuckles.

“No, that’s the thing. I realise exactly how much I mean to you and that’s why I’m doing this.” He hated saying that. He hated admitting the truth because the truth was destined to break your heart. “You’re the love of my life.” He breathed out. “There is no other human, no demon nor angel that can compete with you, my love.”

“Then don’t go.” Your voice breaks with so much fear and confusion, cheeks beginning to heat up as he admits that you were practically one in many million. “Don’t go, just stay here and don’t leave.”

You barely saw how pained Tom looked through your own glassy eyes. Feeling emotions this strong was almost unheard of for demons and Tom had been oh so good at keeping everything inside– refusing to even utter your name to anyone but Harrison because he refused to put you in danger.

He isn’t even able to reply and you speak again. “So you just break my heart then leave? That’s it?”

Tom shakes his head, strands of hair brushing against his forehead.

“My love, the last thing I wanted to do was break your heart but this will be better in the long run.” He reaches a hand up and brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes, one that was stuck to your cheeks with help from salty tears. “I’m letting you live your life.”

You bask in just the feeling of his hand on you and flutter your eyes shut. “My life isn’t complete without you in it.”

Tom stands up, your fingers reach up as you run your fingers down the feathers. You wanted to remember what they felt like. The things tended to be soft, the perfect blanket after a long days work. They fluttered beneath your fingertips. Before the cruel laws were put in place his favourite thing to do was wrap you up in them as you slept. He hadn’t done that in a long time because when you were together now, you didn’t sleep.

That was only one of the simple things he missed.

“But it will be with time.” He tells you, stepping back until he was at least within a few feets distance. “Slowly you’ll move on. You’ll find someone new and they’ll put together every single broken piece. They’ll make you happier then I ever could.”

Because you did get married and you did get the large arrangement of flowers you’d always dreamed off. But right there, dead centre was a black rose. It was the piece that stood out the most, catching your eye every time you so much as glanced at the undying thing.

And for a while you were happy but your mind always ran back to the man that waited patiently below. Tom had lied because after a while, you grew miserable and yeah, his days were just as miserable as yours. He was angrier since then, growing more violent upon learning of your marriage. He only softened after the birth of your daughter. The news excited him.

But in the end, the truth was that you were never going to get into Heaven after your romance and lasting feelings for the demon anyway. There was no chance– so you would meet again, and you did.

Because Tom was the love of your life, and you were his. And a love like that never dies.

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ireadyabooks · 5 years

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New Year, New Books!

Happy 2019, book nerds! Now that we’ve cleaned up the confetti from New Year’s Eve, it’s time to get serious about some resolutions: reading as many books as we possibly can in 2019!

If your TBR pile needs some love, we’ve got you covered. Here are some of our faves coming your way in early 2019!

The Love and Lies of Rukhsana Ali

Available January 29th

Seventeen-year-old Rukhsana Ali has always been fascinated by the universe around her and the laws of physics that keep everything in order. But her life at home isn't so absolute. Unable to come out to her conservative Muslim parents, she keeps that part of her identity hidden. And that means keeping her girlfriend, Ariana, a secret from them too. Luckily, only a few more months stand between her carefully monitored life at home and a fresh start at Caltech in the fall. But when Rukhsana's mom catches her and Ariana together, her future begins to collapse around her. Devastated and confused, Rukhsana's parents whisk her off to stay with their extended family in Bangladesh where, along with the loving arms of her grandmother and cousins, she is met with a world of arranged marriages, religious tradition, and intolerance. Fortunately, Rukhsana finds allies along the way and, through reading her grandmother's old diary, finds the courage to take control of her future and fight for her love.

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Spin

Available January 29th

Even in murder, the music lives on. When rising star Paris Secord (aka DJ ParSec) is found dead on her turntables, it sends the local music scene reeling. No one is feeling that grief more than her shunned pre-fame best friend, Kya, and ParSec's chief groupie, Fuse -- two sworn enemies who happened to be the ones who discovered her body. The police have few leads, and when the trail quickly turns cold, the authorities don't seem to be pushing too hard to investigate further. But nobody counted on Paris's deeply loyal fans, ParSec Nation, or the outrage that would drive Fuse and Kya to work together. As ParSec Nation takes to social media and the streets in their crusade for justice, Fuse and Kya start digging into Paris's past, stumbling across a deadly secret. With new info comes new motives. New suspects. And a fandom that will stop at nothing in their obsessive quest for answers, not even murder...

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The Deceiver’s Heart

Available February 26th

In this sequel to the instant New York Times bestseller The Traitor's Game, Kestra Dallisor has finally gained possession of the Olden Blade. With the dagger in her control, she attempts to destroy the tyrannical Lord Endrick. But when Kestra fails, the king strips her of her memory, and leaves her weak and uncertain, bound to obey him. Heartbroken, Simon is desperate to return Kestra to the rebel she was, but refuses to use magic to heal her. With untrusting Coracks and Halderians threatening to capture and kill her, and war looming on the horizon, Kestra and Simon will have to learn to trust each other again if they have any hope of surviving. But can a heart once broken ever be healed?

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The Music of What Happens

Available February 26th

Max: Chill. Sports. Video games. Gay and not a big deal, not to him, not to his mom, not to his buddies. And a secret: An encounter with an older kid that makes it hard to breathe, one that he doesn't want to think about, ever. Jordan: The opposite of chill. Poetry. His "wives" and the Chandler Mall. Never been kissed and searching for Mr. Right, who probably won't like him anyway. And a secret: A spiraling out of control mother, and the knowledge that he's the only one who can keep the family from falling apart. Throw in a rickety, 1980s-era food truck called Coq Au Vinny. Add in prickly pears, cloud eggs, and a murky idea of what's considered locally sourced and organic. Place it all in Mesa, Arizona, in June, where the temp regularly hits 114. And top it off with a touch of undeniable chemistry between utter opposites. Over the course of one summer, two boys will have to face their biggest fears and decide what they're willing to risk -- to get the thing they want the most.

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Pretend She’s Here

Available February 26th

Emily Lonergan's best friend died last year. And Emily hasn't stopped grieving. Lizzie Porter was lively, loud, and fun -- Emily's better half. Emily can't accept that she's gone. When Lizzie's parents and her sister come back to town to visit, Emily's heartened to see them. The Porters understand her pain. They miss Lizzie desperately, too. Desperately enough to do something crazy. Something unthinkable. Suddenly, Emily's life is hurtling toward a very dark place -- and she's not sure she'll ever be able to return to what she once knew was real.

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Last of Her Name

Available February 26th

Sixteen years ago, rebellion swept the galaxy known as the Belt of Jewels. Every member of the Leonov royal family was murdered--down to their youngest child, Princess Anya--making way for the Union government to seize power. But Stacia doesn't think much about politics. She spends her days half-wild, rambling her father's vineyard with her friends, Clio and Pol. That all changes when a Union ship appears burning through the sky, bearing the leader of the Union, the Direktor Eminent himself, who declares that Stacia's sleepy village is a den of empire loyalists. Even more shocking, the Direktor claims that Princess Anya Leonova is alive--and Stacia is the lost princess As their home explodes into chaos, Pol smuggles Stacia to a hidden escape ship, leaving Clio in the hands of the Union. With everything she knows threading away into the stars, Stacia sets her heart on a single mission: She will find and rescue Clio, even with the whole galaxy on her trail.

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That’s Not What I Heard

Available February 26th

What did you hear? Kimberly Landis-Lilley and Teddy Lin are over. Yes, the Kim and Teddy broke up. At least that's what Phil Spooner thinks he overheard and then told Jess Howard, Kim's best friend. Something about Teddy not liking Kim's Instas? Or was it that Teddy is moving to Italy and didn't want to do long distance? Or that Kim slid into someone else's DMs? Jess told her boyfriend, Elvis, that he needs to be on Kim's side. Especially if he wants to keep her as his girlfriend. But Elvis is also Teddy's best friend. Now, Kim's run out of school for the day. Jess is furious. Elvis is confused. And half the lunch period won't talk to Teddy. Even the teachers have taken sides. William Henry Harrison High will never be the same again!

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Tell Me Everything

Available February 26th

Your secret's safe...until it's not. Ivy's always preferred to lay low, unlike her best friend Harold, who has taken up a hundred activities as sophomore year begins. But Ivy has her own distraction: the new anonymous art-sharing app, VEIL. Being on the sidelines has made Ivy a skilled observer, and soon she discovers that some of the anonymous posters are actually her classmates. While she's still too scared to put her own creations on the app, Ivy realizes that she can contribute in an even better way -- by making gifts for the artists she's discovered. The acts of kindness give her such a rush that, when Ivy suspects Harold is keeping a secret, she decides to go all in. Forget gifts -- Harold needs a major party. But when her good intentions thrust her into the spotlight, Ivy's carefully curated world is thrown into chaos. Now she has to find the courage to stand out... or risk losing everything and everyone she loves most.

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Mike

Available February 26th

Mike is the imaginary friend and projection of a repressed wish that won’t go away until Floyd confronts both his greatest fear and greatest desire: to succeed. MEET FLOYD. He's a tennis star. Possibly good enough to win Wimbledon one day. MEET MIKE. He's... different. Apart from anything else, Floyd seems to be the only one who can see him. But Mike must have appeared for a reason. And finding out why is perhaps the most important thing Floyd will ever do...

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Sorry Not Sorry

Available February 26th

Janelle and Alyssa used to be friends. Best friends. They knew each other's deepest secrets and went through the hardest times together. But that was then. Now? Their status is somewhere between frenemies and full-on rivals. Janelle is all about making a difference in her community, while Alyssa reigns over the shallowest girls in school. Until the day Alyssa collapses and is rushed to the hospital. Suddenly, everyone knows about her declining health and race against time. And, in a stunning twist of fate, the only person who might be able to save Alyssa's life -- is Janelle. But will the girls' bitter past get in the way of their futures?

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Brawler

Available March 26th

Eddie MacIntyre--Mac to a handful of friends--is Pennsylvania's most promising wrestler. His future is bright with scholarship offers and the dream of helping his struggling mom. But then comes a fateful match at the state championship, when his famous rage consumes him and he assaults a referee. In an instant, Mac loses all he and his mom have worked to build since his abusive father was locked up years ago. Facing arrest, Mac runs away to another town, where he is taken in by a shady promoter who has followed his career. He recruits Mac into Brawlers, an illegal underground fighting ring run by a gangland boss. This is a bloodsport that has no rules . . . but offers plenty of reward. Mac teams up with Khajee, a girl with the fighting skills he'll need to learn to survive . . . and her own dark past tying her to the head of the ring. Together the two must figure out their place in a world that hasn't been kind to them . . . and forge a future that could be.

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Quarantine: A Love Story

Available March 26th

Oliver wants a girlfriend, and there's a girl back home who might be interested in him. The problem is, he has to spend his spring break on a volunteer trip in the Dominican Republic. Flora, on the other hand, isn't really looking for a boyfriend. She just wants to end a miserable spring break visiting her dad and her new stepmom in the D.R. The solution to both their problems? Get back home to New York ASAP. Sadly, they won't be getting there anytime soon. Their hopes are dashed when Flora's impulsiveness lands them in quarantine -- just the two of them. Now, the two teens must come together in order to survive life in a bubble for 30 days. In that time, love will bloom. But is it the real thing, or just a placebo effect?

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I Don’t Want To Be Crazy

Available March 26th

This is a true story of growing up, breaking down, and coming to grips with a psychological disorder. When Samantha Schutz first left home for college, she was excited by the possibilities -- freedom from parents, freedom from a boyfriend who was reckless with her affections, freedom from the person she was supposed to be. At first, she reveled in the independence . . . but as pressures increased, she began to suffer anxiety attacks that would leave her mentally shaken and physically incapacitated. Thus began a hard road of discovery and coping, powerfully rendered in this poetry memoir.

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Dear Ally, How Do You Write a Book?

Available March 26th

Have you always wanted to write a book, but don't know where to start? Or maybe you're really great at writing the first few chapters . . . but you never quite make it to the end? Or do you finally have a finished manuscript, but you're not sure what to do next? Fear not -- if you have writing-related questions, this book has answers! Whether you're writing for fun or to build a career, bestselling author Ally Carter is ready to help you make your work shine. With honesty, encouragement, and humor, Ally's ready here to answer the questions that writers struggle with the most. Filled with practical tips and helpful advice, Dear Ally is a treasure for aspiring writers at any stage of their careers. It offers a behind-the-scenes look at how books get made, from idea to publication, and gives you insight into the writing processes of some of the biggest and most talented YA authors writing today.

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Tied Together | 02

The last thing you needed when you had a demanding daughter and job was a divorce made difficult by your husband. Luckily for you, Min Yoongi—Seoul’s top divorce lawyer—stepped in to save the day. Well, more or less.

▸ PAIRING: Min Yoongi x Reader

▸ RATING & GENRE: PG-15 ; Angst, Fluff, Divorce Lawyer AU, Marriage AU

▸ WORD COUNT: 10,079 words

▸ A/N: Aaaah okay so I definitely enjoyed writing this part more. I hope you like the read and, if there are any questions/thoughts, feel free to message me! Disclaimer again that I have zero proper knowledge about law!!

▸ WARNING: Brief drunken cheating scene.

Part One | Part Two

Yoongi carefully made his way up. He was definitely in over his head. What the hell was he doing? He always made sure to steer clear of the messy, intimate parts of a divorce, yet here he was volunteering to fix pieces of it. He barely knew the little girl, had only spoken to her briefly once or twice and she had regarded him with such cool, calculating eyes that he felt threatened.

Knocking lightly on the door, he waited to see if she would respond. As expected though, none came. He creaked the door open slowly and peeked inside, “Mia, it’s Yoongi.” She still granted him no reply, even when he stepped in and found her bundled up with a blanket over her head. He observed how the cloth seemed to tremble and wondered again—what the hell was he doing? “Hey, can I talk to you?”

“Don’t want to,” she mumbled, still hidden from sight where she was a mound of cloth on the bed.

“Look, your mom—” he paused, taking a deep breath “—she’s been through a lot. I haven’t known her for long but I know that she’s been struggling plenty with everything that has been going on.”

“Don’t wanna hear it,” Mia said, voice muffled through the layers.

Yoongi bit on his bottom lip. This was probably an indication that he should’ve stopped, should’ve never stepped foot in the room in the first place. But his conscience had been pulling on the strings of his mind, urging him to pay attention. “She loves you a lot, Mia,” he added softly, “she didn’t want you to be hurt from all this so I’m sure it was hard for her to tell you.”

The fortress broke open with a whip of the blanket, revealing a red-faced ten-year-old that somehow still managed to scare Yoongi shitless. He backed away slightly and coughed awkwardly, trying to maintain his composure. He couldn’t believe he was feeling this disconcerted due to a child.

“But she should’ve told me!” she snarled, “that’s why I’m mad at mommy.”

“Well, um—your mommy was going to tell you but she was scared, yeah, she didn’t want you to be mad at her. That’s maybe why she held off on telling you.”

Mia narrowed his eyes at him, gaze almost piercing even in the dim lighting of the room. Her lips curled sourly as her glance darted away from him. He almost breathed a sigh of relief. She sighed quietly, “That makes sense.”

This kid really was petrifying, it’s no wonder even Namjoon always spoke so highly of her. “Yes, so I hope you’ll forgive your, uh, mommy. She’s really… sad.”

“I know,” she pouted, “but I’m still mad.”

Well, Yoongi didn’t have a solution to that. He did his best.

“Are you her boyfriend?” she asked curiously, tilting her head. Her eyes were suddenly bright with life, with assessment. He wanted to pee his pants.

“Uh, no,” he gulped, “I’m her lawyer, the one helping her deal with the divorce.”

Mia seemed to mull over this for a few seconds before shrugging, “I think you’d suit her better than my dad ever did.”

Holy shit. This was definitely way out of his comfort zone. Time to leave. “Uh—”

“But okay,” she huffed, “I understand. But I’m just going to stay in my room and make her think I’m still mad for a little while. That’s what she gets for keeping this from me.”

Fucking terrifying. This kid was a devil trapped into a child’s body and Yoongi was dead scared in that moment that he was going to be possessed too. There was a wiseness to her words, a mature cadence to her voice that made her seem older than she actually was. Like everyone has been telling him, Mia was a clever one.

Still, he couldn’t help but crack a smile at her. “You’re an evil little thing.”

“I take after the best,” she grinned right back, a malicious sparkle in her eyes.

“Alright, get some sleep and please talk to your mom in the morning okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded, tucking herself underneath the blankets.

Yoongi felt something aligning with pride blossom in his chest. He did a good thing, the right thing. He made his way to the door for an escape, but not before hearing a quiet “thank you” to which he simpered at on his own.

When the man returned after spending an excruciating number of minutes upstairs, you nearly leapt off your seat. “What did she say?” you asked, eyes pleading.

“Everything’s fine,” he assured you, choosing not to let you in on the secret Mia had disclosed to her plans, “she’s getting some sleep now but she should speak to you tomorrow.”

You let out a sigh of relief—this was the first bit of good news and, despite it not being the most significant, it was enough to assuage some of your worry. “Thank you, Yoongi. I really can’t thank you enough.”

“It’s no problem,” he said then adding, “maybe I should work for family therapy, I seem to be pretty good at this.”

His joke had you giggling lightly. “Not too late for a change in profession, Min.”

He smirked, “I’ll consider it. I should get going though, it’s late and I think we all need the rest tonight. Give me a call whenever you have time again and I’ll squeeze you into my schedule.”

“Will do,” you nodded, “thank you again. Let me know yeah when you get back?” He seemed surprised by the request, the reaction obvious in the slight widening of his eyes. You blushed slightly, unsure why you were so embarrassed by your demand, “Just so I know you’re safe.”

Yoongi’s lips twitched but he nodded nevertheless. “I’ll do that. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Yoongi.”

The following morning found you obsessively preparing a breakfast good enough to suit kings and queens. You had cooked up all of Mia’s favorites, an unconscious effort to hopefully conciliate with your daughter. Mia tended to be stubborn, has been known to hold grudges against those who wronged her, and you could only hope that you weren’t one of them.

When she came down, your body’s first instinct was to tense nervously. “Morning, Mia,” you greeted, hoping your voice wasn’t shaking as much as your insides were.

“Morning, Mom,” she yawned, “what’s for breakfast?”

“You can take your pick,” you said, finishing up the last of the pancakes and setting it along with the rest of the feast on the table.

Your eyes met and you found what you could only call devious glee. “You really didn’t have to do all this,” she huffed, but sat down and began to eat without complaints. You were thankful that she was at least speaking to you and exhaled the heaviness in your heart. “And,” she started again, mouth full of eggs, “I’m sorry for screaming at you last night. That’s not polite of me.”

You nearly wept, you really did raise her well enough. “It’s alright, and I’m sorry too for not telling you.”

“Your lawyer explained it to me and made me understand,” she nodded proudly, “I like him. He’s smart.”

Oh, that was new. You bit back a smile. “Yeah? You like Yoongi?”

“Yep,” she said, “maybe once you divorce dad you can date him instead.”

“Mia!”

Your company held an annual summer gala—a fancy shindig to reward some employees and invite the press, inducing good marketing while also allowing time for clients to mingle. It was a good opportunity to do some PR and get to know more companies in the industry. Of course, being one of the heads of the conglomerate, you had the chance to invite some of your closest peers and acquaintances.

Namjoon had been on the list ever since you could get your hands on it along with a few other tight friends whom you treasured dearly. However, this year, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to invite Yoongi as well. He had become a friend, after all, and he was also Namjoon’s friend so that would be another excuse to add him to the guest list.

Set in a large ballroom in a hotel downtown, the event was magnificently planned. You had spent the last two months stressing over the tiniest details, driving your own secretary to the brink of her sanity. But all your hard work and tears paid off when you saw the splendid venue. Guests were drifting across the floors, plates of scrumptious dinners in hand from the buffet catered only from the best restaurants. The hall seemed to light up brilliantly, shimmering with the hypnotic white light.

“You did good,” Namjoon nudged your shoulder with his own, a dimpled grin on his face. “I think you’ve outdone yourself.”

“That’s what you say every year,” you laughed, “but thank you, I’m glad you appreciate my taste in decor.”

“You know I got you, babe,” Namjoon winked.

You crinkled your nose at him, “Well, thank you also for making time to come. I know your days have been jam packed and I’m glad to see a familiar face.”

“Uncle Namjoon!” Mia chirped, running on her little legs, her glittery blue dress swaying around her legs. She launched herself around Namjoon’s ridiculously long limbs and he was quick to crouch down to embrace her in a tight hug. “I missed you,” she gushed.

“Missed you too, little monster,” he flicked her nose playfully. Ever since he heard you use the apt nickname, he couldn’t help but pick it up. “Have you been behaving for mommy?”

“Mhm!” she nodded.

“And classes?”

She held up a finger, “Number one!”

Namjoon beamed, “That’s my girl. Here, a present, don’t give it to your mom okay.” He held out an envelope and she practically glowed at the sight.

“Namjoon!” you chided but it was too late, Mia was already squealing, thanking him and running off knowing full well that you would take it out of her hands to return it to the man. Namjoon didn’t look the least bit shameful over his actions and instead said that she deserved it. “I can’t believe you’re bribing my child into liking you.”

“Babe, you and I both know bribery isn’t needed for that. I’m naturally charming,” Namjoon huffed.

“That’s a moot point.” This time it was another voice that had you and Namjoon turning away from the stage.

Wow. Yoongi had cleaned up for the event and you were somewhat pleased—no, scratch that—you were very pleased with the result. His bangs were slightly parted, revealing a hint of his forehead and his dangerous eyebrows. He donned a classic black suit ornamented with weaves of patterns that reflected light every time he shifted. Layering the jacket over a crisp white shirt tucked into black slacks, he also had slipped on a bowtie that worked very well with him. His ears—holy shit—he had piercings and had slipped on very small hoops. They worked very, very well with him.

You kicked away the sudden heat bubbling in your stomach and spreading all through your body. Licking your lips, you tried to hide the desire warming up your cheeks behind your flute of champagne.

He nodded in greeting to you, “Thanks for inviting me.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you brightened in return, “thank you for coming, it’s a good chance to finally come out of that office of yours. God knows Heechul can’t stand the smell anymore.”

At that, Yoongi scowled with a roll of his eyes. “Heechul can put up with it considering he’s spilled coffee on my shirt this week. Twice.”

You laughed, “I think you’ve scared him into oblivion. You should lighten up on him.”

“He definitely seems to have taken a liking towards you,” he nodded thoughtfully. Then he looked around, seeming to look for something or someone. “Where’s Mia? Thought she’d be around you.”

You waved it off then picked up a glass of wine from a waiter walking past and offered it to him. The last time you invited Yoongi over, he had refused a drink, calling champagne a disgrace to the alcoholic beverages category, but had reluctantly accepted when you insisted on wine instead. He thanked you and waited for your response. “Most of my colleagues are familiar with her so she tends to be here and there, burn off all that energy before the gala is done.”

He smirked, toasting his glass, “Smart.”

Namjoon eyed your interaction with great interest, tilting his own glass to let the fizzy liquid flow down his throat. “Didn’t know you two were that close.”

“Yoongi is around the house from time to time when we can’t meet in either of our offices. Mia sees him a lot too, seems to like him now,” you grinned.

“Mia? Liking someone other than me? Unheard of,” Namjoon gasped dramatically.

“She’s widening her horizons,” you noted proudly. The event planner made her way over to you, whispered something about someone uninvited causing a ruckus outside. There were always event crashers, usually drunk, usually manageable so it was surprising for her to come up to you. Judging by the look of discomfort on her face, you decided it would be best for you to handle it personally. “If you excuse me, gentlemen, I have to tend to another matter. But please, enjoy the food and beverages, I’ll see you both later.”

You followed the woman down a hallway outside of the ballroom and into another room where you could hear screaming from the other side. The last thing you expected when you went through the doors was for Sungjae to be standing in the room. Security was there attempting to hold him down, but it was clear that, in his inebriated state, he wasn’t having any of it.

“Sungjae.” The name slipped out almost instinctively. He looked up, halting his efforts in the battle in the process.

“Baby,” he grinned, a cloud of impairment glazing over his eyes.

“It’s fine,” you gestured for the men to stop and turned to the event planner. “I’ll take care of it from here, please ensure everything else goes undisturbed.” She looked a bit hesitant at your order, but nodded and signaled for the men to follow her out, leaving you alone with the man who was then staring at you.

It really was heartbreaking to see him in this state. His hair was disheveled, suit crinkled, a dark bottle in hand that he lifted to take another swig of. Gritting your teeth, you snatched the beverage from his hand and glared, “That is enough, Sungjae.”

“I haven’t finished that,” he growled, fire igniting in his irises.

“Enough, you’re being disrespectful to me and the company right now.”

“That’s right,” he drawled sarcastically, “you missed an invite, didn’t you?”

Every year, Sungjae has been invited as your date to the gala. Everyone’s grown accustomed to seeing him there, so acclimated to it that you had received plenty of inquisition about his whereabouts that night. You looked at him with concern, “You haven’t been home in nearly a month, Sungjae. I just assumed you wouldn’t be coming.”

“Seem to do a lot of that, don’t you? Assume,” he spat out mockingly.

“Sungjae, please. Look I’ll get someone to take you home, okay? We can talk about this—”

“How’re the divorce papers?” he smirked instead, plopping down on an empty couch and patting the spot next to him.

You ignored his invite and instead sighed, aggravated. “They’re going. You know you won’t win anything from this, right? You’re just wasting your time.”

“Trust me, baby,” he said with a curl of his lips, “I have all the time in the world. You’re the one who brought this on, why should I make it easy for you?”

What happened to him? You didn’t understand how much a man could change in a span of a few months with only one trigger to set it off. It was as if all hell that had been trapped inside him had broken loose the second he was released from his job. A part of you felt some form of culpability. Maybe you hadn’t been aware of all of his struggles, of his troubled thoughts. Maybe if you had been more curious and less caught up in everything that was you, you would’ve noticed and prevented all of this.

It took two to tango. You weren’t completely blameless in the downward spiral of your relationship either. Somewhere along the way, you had somehow lost that passion you once believed you had for him—and in turn lost all your faith in him.

“Sungjae, please, let’s just get this settled quickly. For both our sakes and Mia’s.”

“Don’t bring her into this,” he growled, “you know well that you would be given full custody of her. You dare bring her into this? You’re taking her away from me!”

“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t deem it necessary! Don’t even try to deny it. This wouldn’t have happened in the first place if you didn’t start it.”

Sungjae sneered, “You think the entire fucking world spins around you, that you’re playing the martyr in this case. But we both know better than that.”

“I’m not trying to antagonize you in any way. I just want the best for her,” you snapped, “that’s what you should want to. You’re her father.”

“That’s exactly why I don’t want her to grow up without a father.”

You laughed in disbelief, “You think this is fatherhood? Your absence being so frequent that Mia doesn’t even ask anymore. Do you think it’s easy for me? Do you really think I’m happy to see our daughter not give a single flying fuck that her father isn’t around anymore?”

Something flashed in his eyes, something you hoped to be fear and remorse, but you couldn’t quite tell. The flicker disappeared as quickly as it had materialized. Before he could retort, the door opened and Yoongi stepped in. God, no. This wasn’t good. You could feel the fear creeping into your voice when he made his way over to the two of you. “Yoongi—”

“Really?” Sungjae directed this towards you instead, laughing bitterly, “Divorce isn’t even settled and you’ve already replaced me?”

“Jesus Christ,” you snarled at him, “he’s my fucking lawyer for God’s sake, Sungjae.”

Sungjae disregarded your words completely, instead standing to size up Yoongi. It was the stance he had taken even in college whenever he felt particularly threatened by another presence. It was familiar and it was childish. The man was wobbling with his buzzing mind, but he didn’t seem to care as he stumbled over to your friend.

“I think that’s enough,” Yoongi muttered then glanced towards you, his gaze briefly scanning over you to ensure that you were unharmed. “I hope you don’t mind my interruption. Namjoon was getting worried and I went to check on you. This wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“It’s fine,” you pressed your lips together. You weren’t pleased that Yoongi had shown up, but it was mainly due to the fact that your husband was behaving like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

“Sir, if you could kindly follow me out, we can settle this carefully. You don’t want to make your case worse for you,” Yoongi advised calmly, reaching for the man only for him to bat his hand away.

Sungjae jeered, his eyes turning as it to ridicule Yoongi’s attempt, “Piss off. Are you threatening me?”

“I am not, but I am her lawyer and I won’t hesitate to take this into court should it escalate.”

Your husband glared at you instead, pointing his finger accusingly at you. “Can’t fuckin’ believe you’re already doing this,” he barked.

“Sungjae, Christ, it’s not like that,” you muttered, “can you stop being a child for two seconds? Listen to him. I don’t want things to be worse for you. What would the judge say? Do you think they would even want to give you time to see Mia if this gets brought into the settlement?”

His eyes turned manic then, as if fear was fluttering through his system at breakneck speed. He swallowed, backing away from the two of you, mouth opening and closing with no words tumbling out. The sheer disbelief imprinted on the creases on his face was agonizing. As much as you did not like his intrusion to your event at the moment, you also wanted to reassure him that it was going to be okay, that they were going to be settle this quietly.

“Please, Sungjae, just listen to him,” you whispered.

“I can’t believe you, you’re a fucking—”

“Sir,” Yoongi interjected, moving to stand in front of you, “please follow me outside.”

“And you—you fuck right off! You have no right to get involved. This is between me and her.”

Yoongi’s lips tightened again. “Sir, I have to get involved. She’s my client—” pause “—and a friend. if you don’t listen to me, I will include harassment in the courtroom and you certainly do not need that on top of everything else. I suggest you take your leave now because there are already plenty of witnesses on the scene who saw you enter, witnesses that can easily testify on our behalf. You don’t need this to worsen.”

Sungjae’s eyes darted between the two of you. You begged him with your gaze. Please, just go. Don’t make this situation more awful than it already is. His predicament and inner dilemma was palpable in the way his eyes darted quickly between the two of you. He seemed to have come to a decision when he stalked off towards the door, shoving them open with a shout, “Whatever, see you in court.”

It was then that your knees began to give out but Yoongi was quick enough to catch you, arms wrapping around you to support your body and help you to a seat. All the adrenaline had dissipated from your body, leaving nothing but exhaustion and ache in your being. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do, what in the world—

“Breathe,” Yoongi bent down and looked up at you. “Breathe, it’s okay. He’s gone. It’ll be fine. I promise I won’t include this if you don’t want to.” His hands enveloped yours, thumbs running over the skin comfortingly. The action did little to actually alleviate your swelling apprehensiveness, but you appreciated the thought nonetheless.

“N-no, don’t,” you cleared your throat, breath hiccuping in your throat,“I don’t want to rub salt in his wounds. It’ll become messier for us too if we keep adding things.”

“Alright,” he agreed.

Namjoon burst through the doors then, hurrying over to your side and scanning you for any injuries. “Are you okay? I heard the last of it but security wouldn’t let me in—”

“I’m okay,” you swallowed weakly, “thank you.”

Mia was close behind him and quickly jumped on your lap, slinking her arms around your neck. She was whimpering softly and you apologized over and over to her, placing kisses over her hair to soothe her.

“I’m good, baby,” you smiled at her when she pulled away, “don’t worry. Uncle Yoongi helped me.”

“I heard Uncle Yoongi inside,” she nodded then turned to Yoongi with gratefulness oozing out of her. “Thank you for taking care of mommy.”

Yoongi offered a small smile in return. “Of course, Mia.”

After that, the rest of the event went by relatively uninterrupted. You had your speech, had to hear Namjoon clap and hoot from the crowd. Cleaning up with the rest of the team and thanking them for their hard work, you finished up the last of your duties for the night. You were beyond drained at that point, the activities of the night sucking the last drop of energy from your body.

“Did you drive?” Namjoon asked, tilting his head. “You don’t seem to be in any state of handling any vehicle at this point.”

“Wow, thanks,” you sighed. It was true, you looked worse for weary, blinking away sleep from your eyes as Mia held onto your hand.

“Yoongi, you brought your car, right? Why don’t you drive her back?”

Yoongi opened his mouth as if to argue, but Namjoon gave him a look that shut him up. He turned to you, “I can drive you both back and someone can pick up your car tomorrow.”

“No, it’s really fine. I can still drive.”

“I insist,” he supplied again, “it’ll be fine. I have enough room in the car for the two of you and I don’t have work tomorrow so I can deliver you both home safe and sound.”

You still looked dubious, but Yoongi insisted again that it was perfectly fine. Thus, you ended up caving, nestling into the comfortable passenger seat of Yoongi’s car. Mia was strapped in the back, bouncing and squealing about how cool everything looked. The ride was pleasant and the silence was constantly covered by Mia’s enthusiastic chatters about the people she met tonight. She seemed much more at ease with Yoongi, including him into the conversations and asking him for his own thoughts.

By the time the lot of you reached your home, she was fast asleep in the backseat, her voice having disappeared from the quietness just moments ago. While you collected your belongings, Yoongi volunteered to carry her upstairs despite your protests. He only waved you off, carefully picking the little girl up and bringing her to her bedroom and tucking her in. Thankfully, she was a heavy sleeper and was still out cold when Yoongi closed her door.

You were pouring yourself a glass of wine when the man returned to the dining room. “Care for a glass?”

“I think I’ve had my share tonight,” he laughed lightly.

“Oh, come on, it’s not everyday you get to sit back and relax like this. You wouldn’t make me finish this on my own, would you?” you wiggled the bottle before him.

Yoongi shook his head, amused, “Alright. Just one, then I’m heading back.”

Of course, it never ended with just one—not when the two of you were getting down to the nitty gritty of your relationship with Sungjae. Curiosity had gotten the best of the man and a question quickly slipped out of his lips about what happened between the two of you before he could contemplate it further.

You hummed thoughtfully, body warm and buzzing. “Hmm, I mean, I really was in love with him once,” you confessed, “we had a blast in college, never one without the other. When he proposed, I guess it was just… expected. He was expected to do it, I was expected to say yes. It seemed logical. But guess we should’ve waited a bit longer. Work took off for me but didn’t for him. I went to work and he went drinking. Love lost, I suppose.”

“I’m sorry, it must’ve been hard,” Yoongi rambled again. You could begin to hear his words stringing together, slurring over each other.

“I got used to it after a while,” you sighed, leaning your head on his shoulder tiredly. The two of you were nestled on the couch in the living room after the dining room proved to be too chilly for your liking. “It was hard at first, but the worst part I guess is being so tolerant and familiar with it. Who knew that I would be so… fine with him gone? Hell, a part of me even felt relieved at times.”

Yoongi remained quiet at that, breathing out and taking another sip of his drink.

“I’m sorry,” you jerked away, “that must sound terrible.”

“It’s reasonable. You had a reason to be,” Yoongi promised, “I think… you’ve done enough on your end, it’s time for him to make a change.”

“It just gets lonely, you know, it’s nice having someone to rely on again. You’re very dependable, you know that?” you giggled, poking his arm.

He snorted, “Thanks, good to know I’m doing my job right.”

“What about you? Any love stories? Any exes to look out for?”

Yoongi laughed quietly at that, “No, my current affections only lie in my workplace.”

“Including Heechul?”

“Including Heechul,” he smirked, “I haven’t dated in so long. I think I’ve lost my touch for it.”

You peered at him curiously, “Why not? I don’t think you would have any trouble getting anyone you had an eye on.” When he turned to you with an expression of sheer disbelief, you added in a wink. “Come on, Yoongi, it’s not like you don’t know you’re attractive.”

His response was only to take another gulp of his wine and look away, circling the rim of his grass with the pad of his finger quietly.

“Yoongi!” you chastised.

“What?” he chuckled, brilliant, bright eyes flying up to meet yours.

“You’re so—ugh,” you broke off, scoffing.

He laughed, louder this time, with a tip of his head. The pretty column of his throat exposed itself, almost tantalizingly drawing you in to the smooth skin. “I’m ugh? I don’t think that’s a very good sign.”

“Oh God, you have to know you’re like really good-looking.”

His milky skin seemed to tinge the color of corals, a sweet dusting across his cheeks. “Ah, thank you. I’m glad you think so.” His latter sentence seemed more of a question rather than a statement. He inhaled deeply, breathing out through his nose, “I think… being a divorce lawyer just keeps reaffirming that love isn’t for me, that marriage isn’t for me.”

“Feeds into your cynicism?” you smirked.

He matched your expression with a nod, “Can’t help it. When you see relationships fail on a daily basis and are supporting the cause, it’s hard to have faith in the impossible, you know?”

“It doesn’t have to be impossible,” you shrugged, “it differs between couples. I’ve seen some last a lifetime, some a month or so.”

“It’s not like I’m drawing anyone in anytime soon,” he snorted, “so I don’t really think too much of having no relationship.”

You bumped shoulders with him and grinned, “If you weren’t so intimidating the first time I met you, I might’ve actually liked you.”

“You don’t like me now?” he teased playfully.

“I might just like you more now,” you scrunched up your nose cutely at him, “you’re really cool but also super, like, humble? How do you even do that?”

“You’re flattering me too much, I have a feeling you’re going to be asking me for a discount for my employment soon.”

You gasped, smacking his shoulder, “How dare you accuse me of such a thing?” Cue a momentary pause before you looked up hopefully at him. “But did it work?”

He snorted, “Fat chance.”

“A girl can hope,” you sighed. You lolled your head back, groaning as you cracked your neck. The event had been more taxing than you initially imagined, you could feel the aching throbbing on the back of your neck. Yoongi’s eyes seemed to follow your movements, his gaze searing heat into your skin where it was exposed. You still had on the dress you had prepared for the gala earlier, an elegant, off-shoulder satin piece that draped over your figure nicely.

“You’re beautiful.”

The words that fell from his lips tipped over the balance of the atmosphere. Your breath hitched in your throat as you whipped around to look at him only for Yoongi to veer his body away from you, his throat moving with a swallow.

“Sorry, that didn’t seem appropriate.”

“I, um, no—I mean, it’s fine, thank you,” you stammered yourself, biting your lip as you felt heat creeping up your cheeks. That had been truly sudden. You weren’t sure how to react to it. “I mean, it’s flattering to know that you think I’m… pretty.”

“You are,” he murmured softly, glance flicking up to scan your eyes.

You giggled, a nervous twinge in your voice, “I hope you’re not just saying that to return the compliment.”

“‘Course not,” Yoongi grunted defensively, “I genuinely think you’re beautiful. You’re a very stunning, perspicacious woman and I hope no one’s told you otherwise.”

“Uh, no, no one’s told me otherwise. I think. Not to my face at least,” you mused, humored.

The two of you sat in silence for a second, for a heavy beat in the air, before you decided to spin your body. Yoongi met you halfway, touching his lips to yours. Your heart lurched in your chest, threatening to burst as you were taken aback by his boldness. However, it didn’t take you long to melt into the kiss. His lips were gentle, careful, moving against yours very cautiously.

Your hand reached up to curl around his neck, tugging on the strands of hair behind him. He breathed against your lips, tongue darting out to lick at your lips. You instinctively granted him access, opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slip inside. The muscle stroked your insides, pressing up against yours, wet and hot. His arm slid around your waist, tugging you closer and, before you realized, your legs were thrown on either side of his body. Your arms drifted around his neck, pulling him closer and you pressed into him. His own limbs encased you, folding your body into his. Your beings practically molded together, two hearts beating rhythmically together in the silence of the room.

His hands stroked your cheek, fingers cool against the heat of your skin. You didn’t know how long you sat there just kissing—lips connected and twisting in synchrony. Your heart felt as if it was soaring and grounded at the same time, all the pent-up emotion that had mounted over the days, all your bottled up frustrations all began to dissolve into the sweetness of the brush of his lips against yours.

Neither of you seemed to be conscious of what happened next, but the two of you ended up tangled together on that couch, wrapped around each other, hearts still beating as one.

You were in the kitchen the next morning, absentmindedly preparing breakfast. Your body moved on autopilot, too distracted to really focus on the task at hand. Having woken up before Yoongi, you had quickly leapt away from him, contrition chipping away at your conscience. You had slowly pulled yourself away from him, allowing him to nestle into the couch comfortably. With a heavy heart, you had left him there to get ready for your day, bringing you to this point in time.

The thud outside the dining room had you rushing there in case it was Mia, but instead you found Yoongi wincing as he attempted to carry his shoes out the door. God, this was going to be painful. “You know,” you cleared your throat, drawing his attention. He whirled around like deer caught in headlights, eyes wide and lips parted. “You can stay for breakfast, I’m making something warm.”

“I’m good,” he stiffened, straightening instantly, “I have work.”

You bit back the urge to remind him that he had told you the exact opposite just the previous night. “It’s coffee and toast,” you offered again, hoping it would persuade him.

Yoongi flinched, nibbling his lip warily. Your name rolled off his tongue bitterly, like a piece of regret he was trying to rid himself of. “We really shouldn’t.”

It hurt, it did. Your offer had been one for a friend, a comrade whom you trusted and relied on. But it would also be a lie if you were completely innocent in your suggestion. A part of you wanted him to stay so the two of you could work it out and hopefully smooth things down to leave no awkwardness behind.

“It’s breakfast, Yoongi,” you pressed again, your voice surrendering more of your anger than you wanted. “I’m not proposing to you.”

That seemed to strike another chord with him and he startled a little. He gulped, looking everywhere but you. “Look, I think we should just draw the line here. I’m a divorce lawyer, I don’t quite do romance. None of us are cut out for it and I’d rather not have you get your hopes up on a hopeless feat.”

Your voice was quiet then as you contemplated your next reply. “It doesn’t mean you can’t try,” you whispered, “not every marriage nor love is doomed to fail.”

“All the marriages I’ve seen had been, I can only judge based on experience,” he said almost apologetically, a look of sympathy bordering on pity engraved into his eyes. When you provided him with only quietness, he continued, “I’m just trying to keep things clean here. This is work and work alone. I don’t think loose ends is a good idea.”

Your heart stuttered as you looked up at him in surprise, both hurt and shock flashing in your gaze. “Loose ends?”

“This is for the best,” he maintained and you weren’t sure whether he was trying to convince you or himself. His tone was almost patronizing, insulting. “I’ll see you in the office and court, okay?” With those last words, he slipped on his shoes and was out the door, leaving the hallway cold and unwelcoming.

The month of your divorce was spent in a flurry of court schedules and piling workload. It was exhausting to enter the courtroom and spend hours arguing to wipe your hands clean of Sungjae. He seemed quieter in the courtroom, less aggressive. It looked as if he had given up hope of attaining everything he wanted. It was an easy win for you and Yoongi—well, you mainly. You had gotten everything you requested in your documents. The judge had closed the case quickly, determining that it was clear who would be granted full custody of Mia.

Although expected, you were still flooded with relief at the results.

As everyone filed out of the courtroom, you felt your legs wobble and weaken, plopping you down on a chair in the hallway as you thanked the lords for giving everyone strength to make it through that painful debacle.

While you had obviously known that this would be you cutting ties with Sungjae, it didn’t make it any less hurtful to know that you’ve finally cleared yourself of the man who had given you the best and worst of memories over the past few years, some of the most significant in your life. It was terrifying to know that he would be gone, that it was official what you once had has ended.

Looking up at the shadow cast over your feet, you found Yoongi looking at you with a softness in his eyes. Softness you didn’t want to see from him. Your throat was still raw with the emotion that had overwhelmed you the last few hours.

He said your name and you got on your feet, interrupting him with a polite smile. “Thank you.”

Yoongi blinked, looking somewhat unsettled. Perhaps he had been expecting something else.

“I’m glad it’s over,” you nodded slowly, “no loose ends right?” Your smile was admittedly crooked, as if you were biting back sentiments threatening to spill into your expression. This was it after all. The end. “I’ll send the rest of the payment by Monday,” you reassured him.

He looked conflicted for a second, his eyes searching yours cautiously. His lips parted for a brief second and your heart dropped. No, no. Please don’t— he clamped it shut. Instead, he bobbed his head in agreement and held out his hand. You shook it firmly. He said, “Thank you for your cooperation thus far.”

“No, thank you.”

After that, the rollercoaster of your life seemed to stabilize. Your days ran smoothly, an endless cycle of the same routines. Your mind was occupied solely by your assignments at work, the never-ending stack that your secretary seemed to delight in adding to, and Mia who came by to play every once in a while. She entertained herself for a while, jumping from cubicle to cubicle and getting her hands on anything and everything.

But the worst times were the periods of boredom she suffered through, prompting you to suffer through them as well. She would swing her legs wildly on the office chair in front of your desk, big eyes peering up at you. “When’s Uncle Yoongi coming back?”

You sighed, “He’s not coming back, baby. It was only for work and it’s finished.”

She pouted petulantly, mumbling, “I thought you guys were at least friends.”

Your heart throbbed dully at the thought. “I thought so too.”

And you figured that was all the twists your life had in store for you, that the rest of your days would pass by insipidly with the exception of days Mia seemed to surprise you with something she’s done or instances you would flail to reach deadlines. It wasn’t until a knock on your door, two months after the hurricane had slanted your life on its axes, seemed to collapse all your expectations.

Your first instinct was to freeze as you looked at the man who stood before you, surprise would be an understatement. “Sungjae? What’re you doing here?”

“Uh, can I come in?” he shifted almost anxiously. He looked neat with a neat white shirt, dark trousers over his legs and his face shaved clean of any stubble. His hair was no longer a horrid mess but had been cropped short to show off his dashing looks. For a second, you were thrown back to college, how good he had looked at the time. But even then, your heart was beating a different rhythm compared to those days. Love lost.

You wanted to tell him no, to send him away.

“I-I just want to talk,” he stuttered in addition, “you’re free to say no, but I was hoping we could… talk.”

That was how you ended up seated in a coffee shop just blocks away from your home. You still weren’t quite sure of his intentions and thought it best to take things away from your household, somewhere public, in case anything went south. The both of you sat in silence, you staring at him in confusion, him fidgeting in his seat.

“I want to start by apologizing,” he blurted out, his words had you tensing almost instantly. “I know I’ve messed things up between us, for us, for the family. I know I won’t get a second chance with you, but I—I don’t want you to remember me that way, as selfish as that sounds.”

You were too stunned to respond so you remained quiet, encouraging him to push forward.

“I’m slowly getting myself back on my feet, got myself a job,” he laughed shortly, “something small. I’m working my way back up, trying to get back on that position. It’s going to be a long ride but I’m enjoying it so far, feeling the normal again, you know.”

“Sungjae,” you began quietly, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I’m not asking for you back if that’s what you’re scared of,” he added swiftly, eyes bulging in fear. “I just—we have history and the last thing I want is for you to remember me as is this asshole who fucked up our marriage, fucked up our family. I—” he paused “—I wanted to thank you mainly. I’m glad you asked for the divorce and went through with it. It was like a slap of reality, it cleared some things up for me. I’m still going to therapy, and I’m trying to patch things up. I know things still aren’t the same, and they never will be, but I’m just hoping to fix some of the damage I’ve done.”

You felt for him, you really did. A large part of you believed that he would do it, that he would get by, and you were relieved. Though a small piece of you was still skeptic of him and the meaning of his arrival, you chose to set that aside and gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“I’m glad,” you said earnestly, “I’m glad you are, Sungjae. It’s good to hear that you’re doing better and that you’re making the effort.”

He seemed mildly appeased by your words, offering a shaky smile. “Thank you, really. I appreciate your thoughts.”

“But that’s not the only thing, is it?” you asked. You’ve known him long enough to recognize his ticks and tells. His incessant shifting and moving eyes gave him away.

Guilt painted over his features as he nervously began again, “I know this is a lot to ask, but… I was wondering if you would give me a chance to start anew with Mia.”

That had you clenching your fist, fingernails digging into your palm, as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“I-I know I don’t deserve it—”

“You don’t.”

He faltered slightly and you almost felt guilty. “I’m still her father.”

“You lost that right a while ago.”

Sungjae swallowed, gaze falling to his hands. “I’m aware of that and I’m sorry, but I hope you’ll give me the chance to rectify that. One chance. It doesn’t have to be now or today, but… someday.”

Your first instinct was to reject his request and leave, drop everything right then. Sungjae, if he really has changed, would let the matter go as well—either that or the old Sungjae would’ve returned to persist until he got what he wanted. But your compassion kicked in. This was Sungjae baring himself to you, exposing his struggle and success since the last time you’ve seen him. The change was evident in his appearance, the penitence dripping in his voice.

“Check back in in a month and I’ll decide then.”

His eyes brightened with hope and your chest ached. “Thank you, thank you,” he whispered over and over, bowing from where he sat, “I promise I’ll do my best. I won’t let you down.”

You really hoped so too.

On the other side of town, Yoongi was sulking and snapping at Heechul. Again. He had been in this perpetual state of undeniable, cyclic annoyance towards everything around him. His secretary seemed to be the butt of all of his channeled rage. Heechul’s threatened to quit several times, but HR had managed to make him stay with the pledge that Yoongi’s mood wasn’t going to be permanent.

But jokes on him, Yoongi was always bitter. He was just more so as of late.

“She’s been working more you know,” Namjoon said, sipping his coffee casually as if he hadn’t just raised the taboo topic Yoongi had been attempting to avoid for so long.

The elder man gritted his teeth, focusing instead on picking on the pastry in front of him. “What she does has nothing to do with me.”

Namjoon snorted in disbelief. “Is that why you’ve been checking your phone every two minutes?” So Yoongi’s never been an avid phone user, but he has been obsessively refreshing his phone these past few… weeks. He was expecting important emails, that’s what he told himself at least. “And,” Namjoon continued as if he wasn’t annoying enough as was, “is that why you knew exactly who I was talking about?”

Yoongi scowled, biting down on his muffin angrily, “Look, I don’t need you on my ass about it.”

“You’re making it difficult when it doesn’t have to be,” the younger sighed, “you like her, why can’t you just admit that? Christ, hyung, it’s not like i’m asking you to drop on one knee and sweep her away to the Bahamas on a honeymoon. I’m just asking you to give things a try.” His words was a moment of déjà vu for Yoongi who had heard the exact same words from your mouth months ago. “I know your occupation makes you a skeptic of the entire romance thing, and so did your parents.”

He flinched, hating himself for reacting to it. His parents weren’t particularly a touchy subject, but he couldn’t deny that they played a part in his distrust towards marriages and relationships in general. Some section of his mind held onto those memories, to the failed love his parents had experienced, and expected him to do the same. He was aware of that, he just didn’t like to admit it.

Instead of responding directly to him, Yoongi said, voice low, “Do you know that the number of marriages reached its lowest point since 1974 last year?” Namjoon quirked an eyebrow. “Fell below three-hundred thousand. And you can guess why.”

“That’s a stupid argument,” Namjoon muttered, “and did you know that the divorce rate has been declining since it peaked in 2003?” Yoongi opened his mouth. “Yeah, dropped 1.7% last year too, down by 1,800. Amazing, isn’t it?” Namjoon laughed, that familiar look of self-satisfaction dancing in his eyes. “If you’re going to play dirty with numbers then you can bet your ass I’m going to use it against you.”

Yoongi wanted to hit him.

“I’m not asking you to jump for it, not asking you to drop everything you’ve believed in for her. That’s absolutely senseless and I know you’re better than that. I also know you enough that you never back away from a challenge, so what are you scared of, Yoongi?”

This was the worst.

If there was anything worse than dealing with incompetent employees, it would be dealing with a dozen screaming children running around your house while doing your best to be a good host to said children’s parents. It was bad enough that you were running the party on your own, with a little bit of help from your secretary who had a soft spot for your daughter, but couple it with mothers who didn’t know when to keep their mouths shut just made it ten times worse.

The divorce topic was hovering over the entire room, a question on why it happened. But none of them dared to bring it up on such a joyous occasion except one. You weren’t sure whose mother it was but you sure weren’t inviting her to any future engagements.

“I heard you recently got divorced,” she had started with a look of feigned sympathy, “I’m sorry to hear. Must be hard to be a single mom.”

You had laughed it off, told her it was fine. You were okay with it. Until—

“I can introduce you to a few men I know.”

Holy shit. You bolted out of there so fast with an excuse to replenish drinks out in the lawn where the kids were gathered. As the kids busied themselves with games hosted by the MC you had hired for the day—also known as your lovely secretary’s boyfriend, you went over to the door when the bell had rung. You were ushering a few of the kids who had disconnected from the group to check if it was the clown (it wasn’t) back inside, shouting at them to stay away from the vases. You huffed, tired, as you swung open the door.

Your entire body became paralyzed at the sight. You really didn’t think anything would surprise you more than Sungjae’s arrival, but once again life proved you wrong. Yoongi stood there, a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a very, very big wrapped package in the other.

You couldn’t form a coherent response, so he took initiative, offering a small smile. “I remember reading in your files that your daughter’s birthday was today. I was hoping you’d be home and that—” a scream sounded somewhere in the distance, there was too much distracting ringing in your ear for you to acknowledge it “—that, uh, you’d celebrate here. Guess I was right, huh?” He awkwardly laughed.

You tightened your jaw. “What are you doing here, Yoongi-ssi?”

He flinched at the formality, looking almost guilt-ridden for a second. “Please don’t call me that. I think we’re past formalities.”

“It was just business, remember?” You knew you were being difficult, but it had been months. What made him think that he had any right to show his face here when—

“Uncle Yoongi!” The shriek reached the door before your daughter did, barreling past you to throw her arms around his legs. “You’re here!” Then her eyes found the blue box. “And you brought me a present?”

You tugged on Mia’s arms, but she was tireless as she whined and clung onto him. “Mia, enough. Go back inside, you have your friends.” A quick glance down the front hallway let you know that the mothers had grown curious at the sudden appearance of a handsome man at the door, their whispers carrying down the column.

“Invite him in, Mom!” Mia squealed. “Invite him to the party!”

“Mia—”

“Please, please,” she begged over and over.

You huffed, giving her a stern look, “I’m sure he’s busy.”

Mia scoffed as if the thought itself was absurd. “It’s my birthday,” she said, her words explaining everything, “he can’t be busy for my birthday.”

Yoongi, above her, choked on a laugh and nodded. His lips were still stretched wide in a thrilled smile as he ruffled her hair. “I cleared out my day today to celebrate with you.”

Hurt passed through your gaze as you gulped the guilt clogging your throat. Mia was still tugging on your dress, urging you to invite him. What choice did you have? Your hands were tied. Begrudgingly, you opened the door wider to let him in. Mia tugged him into the house, showing him the spread they had and all the games planned out for the day. Yoongi seemed content with following her around, but you still noted the glances he threw your way. Knowing he was in your home made you feel even more nervous. You kept yourself engaged with the most infinitesimal of tasks, picking on small things to make sure that things were perfect.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was beginning to dread this entire situation. Mia was still holding onto him and, as much as he loved her and was there for her, he also wanted to speak to you. It was wrong of him to use Mia to his advantage but beggars can’t be choosers. He was fine with Mia pulling him all over the place—that was, until he spotted Sungjae. The man was tucked into a corner, smiling as he looked over the kids, looked over Mia.

Yoongi knew he had no right to be possessive over the little girl, the little girl that was half of you and half of Sungjae, but his irritation still brewed hot and angry inside of him. He excused himself away from Mia, letting her return to her friends, before stalking over to Sungjae. “You know that the—”

“I know,” Sungjae smiled, completely ignorant of Yoongi’s annoyance, or choosing to ignore it, “but she invited me.” What the fuck? Something identical to fear took over his vexation, a gnawing feeling in his heart that told him to run, run, run. What if—what if you had taken him back? You both had a past, one that went far and deep beyond Yoongi’s reach. But he tamped down his questions for now, figuring that he would go to you for those answers instead.

But the man opened his mouth again. “She’s a keeper,” he hummed, a twinkle in his eye, “so you better get a hold of her fast if you don’t want to use her.” Yoongi thought that this man might just want to go with him right then and there. He was being purposely cryptic, something Yoongi didn’t appreciate.

He had other things to focus on, more important things.

You were still moving swiftly around the house to get everything in order. It wasn’t until you were in the kitchen that Yoongi trapped you. He had been attempting to catch you a few times, but his efforts were fruitless when you kept evading him.

Avoiding his eyes, you started, “Mia needs to—”

“She’s good,” he curtly intervened, “she’s playing with her friends.”

“I need to make sure—”

“Food is all stocked, the parents can feed themselves.”

You were growing incensed by his interruptions. “Yoongi.”

“We need to talk.”

Goddammit. You huffed, rolling your eyes, “There’s nothing to talk about. Plus, it’s been months. We could’ve done this talk months ago.”

Yoongi sighed, “I know. I’m sorry.”

“I have other things to do, Yoongi.”

“Please,” he pleaded again. It was a mistake to look at him then because his stare was brimming with desperation, one that made you cave.

Biting your tongue, you snapped, “Two minutes.”

“I don’t like mixing business with pleasure,” he began. This was not off to a good start. “You were my client. I had to maintain my professionalism, it wouldn’t have been right. Kissing you—” he paused, connecting his thoughts “—kissing you and staying with you that late had crossed too many boundaries we had when we were still working together, when you were still married.”

You stiffened. He had a point and that bugged you.

“It wasn’t fair to either of us, nor Sungjae. But I’ve been thinking about it these past few weeks,” he softly spoke, “and I guess we both fucked up a little.”

A gasp from the door (“he said a bad word”) drew your attention away from Yoongi’s face and to the menace that was peeking into the kitchen. “Mia!” you scolded, blushing, “stop eavesdropping!” Then she darted away and you could hear the resounding footsteps.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, “forgot there are kids around. But, uh, my point is. I did mess up, I should’ve came clean but I was—I guess I was still trying to piece my feelings together. I haven’t been in a relationship in so long, you have to know that. This is—this is like brand new territory for me, my affections towards you.” You looked up then, meeting his eyes. “I didn’t want to think about the possibility of having something beyond platonic emotions towards you, that there might be something more.”

“It—it just doesn’t sit well with me that you took this long to figure this out. I know you’re sorry about it, I’m sorry too. It wasn’t right for me to pressure you into it and I apologize. But why now? Why didn’t you speak up then?”

Yoongi swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. He took a deep breath and continued, “At that point, I was scared that it was also you just seeking company. You were alone after having been with Sungjae for so long, you were going through a divorce. People don't recover that fast and I didn't want you to jump the gun in case you changed your mind. Yes, I was scared, but I also wanted to play safe to make sure that you were sure about it."

Dammit. You took your words back. This was the worst. “I hate it when you make sense,” you muttered, “I hate that you can reason everything you do.” A huff escaped your lips, one that disclosed your displeasure, but also your defeat. “But, you’re right,” you breathed, “the timing had been wrong. I might not have been in my right mind then to make those decisions and you were the smarter of the two of us to understand that. So I guess thank you too for being careful with me. I was still attached, it wasn't fair. So I think I should also be asking for your forgiveness.”

Yoongi seemed to bloom with your words, something akin to hope gleaming in his eyes. “You know my answer to that already.”

You pinched your lips, suppressing the sudden urge to grin, “It would still be nice to hear it.”

He laughed, leaning his face closer to yours, bumping your noses together. “I forgive you, will you forgive me?”

“You know my answer to that,” you teased.

Yoongi growled, brushing his lips over yours ever so lightly. “You’re trouble.”

Somewhere in the close distance, you could hear Mia’s voice. “I think they’re kissing! They’re finally together!”

You groaned, tossing your head back in a thump against your wall. “Mia, stop it!” Yoongi only chuckled, amused as per usual. This would be a reoccurring experience.

Then a question: “Do I get to call him dad number two yet?”

“MIA!”

#bts #yoongi #bangtan bookclub #bts scenarios #bts angst #bts fluff #yoongi scenarios #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #i scheduled this because now im off to finals week HAHHA rip #it's not my best characterization of yoongi honestly #HES BETTER THAN THIS #but let's get this over with and make better dynamics next time :D

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warmau · 7 years

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{Buzzfeed Unsolved!AU} Hoseok & Taehyung

Hoseok

is 100% a believer, but tbh he doesn’t even freaking care if it’s a real ghost or a cgi ghost like,,,,,,,whatever is out to get him - he’s scared

could be fake could be real could be jungkook in a bed sheet he will STILL scream

and god his scream is like,,,,,so high pitched you swear he’s echo-locating trying to find bats or whatever how does his voice go that high????? why is he a rapper he’s obviously main vocal material right here????? bang pd open your e y e s

but anyway, hoseok can’t believe he signed up for this

and he says this like one billion and one times as you’re driving to the location, which just so happens to be a haunted amusment park

and you both aren’t even halfway into the investigation when hoseok sees his reflection in the fun-house mirror and just that makes him run off screaming

you and the cameraman stand there watching him like,,,,,,,just another day at work

but also,,,,you know hoseok isn’t faking his fear - even though people in the youtube comments are speculating he might be like no one can be that scared

but ,,,,, you have felt hoseok’s tension rise - his face go blood red with screaming

so amidst your snarky skeptic jokes

and cackling over the fact that hoseok has not packed one, but three flashlights

you always know when to cut the cameras and take care of him

so when it’s just you two, making your way through the rundown haunted house attraction

you can hear with each step, hoseoks muffled moans of fear

“hey at least we aren’t on a haunted rollercoaster where the ghosts could just push us off the top - we’re on the ground. we’re safe.”

you try to comment

but somehow the idea of the rollercoaster sends hoseok into a frenzied chanting of “no no how could you say that no no,,,,,,”

one of the old anamatronic ghouls twitches a bit beside you and hoseok nearly tips over with a scream

you reach out to grab his wrist and steady him

“don’t worry, it’s just this place is stuffy!” you use your free hand to poke the anamatronic and it wobbles a bit but doesn’t move again

“see, come on -”

you let go of his wrist, but suddenly feel hoseok’s strong grip on it again

“can you,,,not let go,,,,”

he whispers and you feel for a second your face grow hot

but you know hoseok needs this so you nod, tanling your fingers together and hoseok really isn’t joking

he deathgrips your hand like he’s pulling you up from a dangling cliff

“c’mon ghosts of underpaid teenage workers and souls that were reaped from small children on this ride - come out!”

you shout and hoseok jerks your hand a bit

“don’t s-s-s--say that,,,,,”

you wave your flashlight around instead to mock whatever ‘spirits’ are around but nothing happenes

the only thing that does is that hoseok nearly has his whole face pressedinto your neck from behind

he’s so scared his lean and strong figure shivers like a leaf in the wind, you feel a bit bad as you always do,,,,but your body is also overcome with its own nervousness

hoseok is close,,,,too close for comfort

it takes all your energy to not focus on his breathing and body heat and keep making sad attempts at ghost communication

for a split second, just before the exit is in sight - there’s a shrill scream

you assume it’s the camera crew outside trying to rile you two up

but hoseok believes it, he nearly presses himself flat against you and begs you to run toward the exit to get him out of here

you,,,,,,should say something funny to calm him down,,,but for once you agree

and running toward the outside, you and hoseok come out still holding hands in a vice grip

that the entire crew takes note of and teases about later

but you don’t care,,,,,because hoseok comes to you after shooting and thanks you for actually pulling him out

you stutter that it’s nothing, but the two of you knonw what the real unavoidable subject here is

the fact that you two were so close, bodies pressed without a sliver of room to get through and well,,,,,,,,,things happened

but those things,,,to everyone but you two,,,will remain,,,,unsolved ;)

Taehyung

doesn’t give two damns about ghosts because obviously they’ve got no ability to hurt humans

one, probably because they’re not real and two, what would they do? swipe their little grubby ghost hands right through his body? ouch that’s really gonna hurt uhuh

he wouldn’t call himself a full blown skeptic, but not a believer either - to be honest he just wants to be the first person to get fought by a ghost

he thinks that’s cool,,,he thinks that’s funny

but you don’t understand him,,,,how is he so chill about messing with the paranormal with the DEAD

“and what if you get possessed? do you think that’s cool?”

taehyun’s eyes go wide and he jumps up and down

“hell yeah, imagine me - being controlled by some medieval like king or oh oh a pirate oh oh do you think i could get possessed by like michael jackson? or is that too soon? has he graduated ghost school yet?

you shudder at the thought and taehyung just continues to muse

when you two get dropped off at an abadoned, suppousednly haunted playground at 1 in the morning

you are far from please

while taehyung is swinging on the swings, asking if any of the ghost children want to push him

and standing at the top of the slide going im ruler of all GHOSTS

to be honest,,,,if you don’t stop him you know you’re gonna have unusable footage so you call him down

and taehyung arrives down the slide, skidding up to you like he’s a five year older

“im here, im here - are we using the ghost box thingy?”

you scrunch up your nose and nod, “unfortunately, yes we’re using the spirit box to see if there are any ghosts here. apparently a couple of kids died-”

taehyung takes the small radio and lifts it to his mouth “HEY WHO WANTS TO PLAY TAG?”

you glare at him, but listen to the static anyway

that’s when you first hear it,,,,your name

jumping back in shock you look up at taehyung who sems amused

“oh, you know their name? what’s mine!!!”

he asks excitedly and waits,,,,,,,

“........z.......z.........boyfriend......z....”

taehyung blinks and looks over at you “whose boyfriend?”

“....z.......z..........z.......co...couple.....z....”

you feel a strong shudder d own your spine and tell taehyung that maybe you should stop - there might be spirits here and they-

but taehyung is now wearing a frown on his face

“couple? us? we’re not,,,,we’re not a couple we’re friends!”

the box seems to almost vibrate in taehyung’s large palm

“....z.......love.......each....other.........love.....z...z....z”

you can hear the words clear as day on the backdrop of white noise

you want to run over and chuck that box into the sand and run away but taehyung doesn’t seem to agree

“what do you mean??? we love each other???”

“zz...z........z........tell them you love them....z....z.....z... taehyung loves you.....z....z..”

although you’re paralyzed with fear you suddenly feel something warm pool into your face

“loves me? he loves me?”

you ask, faintly above a whisper

and taehyung turns even brighter red because he wants to say something, argue against this spirit box even though that’s the silliest thing he can think to do

when it crackles back ot life “z.....z...yes......love each other....z...”

with that, the thing turns off by itself and taehyung stares wide eyed at it as you stare at taehyung

you’d always believed in ghosts having some kind of understanding of humans better than humans did of themselves,,,but you never knew they were,,,,psychics,,,,,,

“i ,,,, i,,,,, um,, i -”

taehyung for once seems more flustered than you and all you can do is wait to see what he says

“i guess,,,we have proof that ghosts are real.” he mumbles finally and you narrow your eyes s he turns and runs for the vans parked waiting for you

you follow in a sprint, not wanting to be alone with any spirits even though they’re playing matchmaker and the thought of taehyung loving you isn’t all the bad

actually,,,,it’s very nie

and taehyung tells the crew you got nothing on the spirit box, but then as you’re sitting beside each other in the van his hand crawls over to yours and squeezes

“can’t believe a freaking ghost confessed for me,,,,”

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floofsta-x · 7 years

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Funny I Met You [M]

genre;; Realistic, College!AU

pairing;; Chae Hyungwon x Lee Jooheon [Hyungheon]. There’s mentions of Changki (Im Changkyun x Yoo Kihyun) too.

plot ;;

A curious story of love between a saxophonist and a tall, beautiful boy he meets at a gig.

⚠️ warnings;; fluff, smut

words;; 10011 (10k)

author’s notes;; I NEEDED SOME HYUNGHEON IN MY LIFE OK. kdjsf;adsj; As always, real life is the inspiration for this. I am a music major and saxophonist, like Jooheon is in this fic. Thank the Universe for finally letting me write some legit Sax!Jooheon.

Lee Jooheon never liked big social and public events. Often, things were far too cramped, and he held his ability to breathe in high esteem. Fairs, conventions, parties, anything, really, made him anxious. So, the first moment he could, he tended to escape, get some fresh air and reassure himself that the outside world existed. Nobody would catch him dead in a crowd, much less one with a bunch of sweaty, drunk people, but alas, that was where he was. The college Junior scrunched up his nose at the smell of alcohol, lingering in the air and on people’s breaths.

Beer festival. Normally, Jooheon wouldn't dare even think those two things in the same sentence. Yet, he was here, wandering among the crowd, because of the one thing in life he loved most--music. No wonder he had chosen to be a music major, though it required sacrifice. He was willing to go the distance to achieve his dream, though. That seemed to mean, he’d put himself in uncomfortable situations for it, like right now. See, Jooheon’s Jazz/pop combo would perform soon, and they’d get paid in cash for their efforts. So, the saxophonist had jumped at going. There was no way he was missing a gig with some of his closest friends. He could deal with the venue when the band--his band--surrounded him. Hip charts, too, made everything better.

Earlier in the day, they had loaded all the gear they'd need, and around two pm, departed from their small college town. It took three hours to arrive at a slightly bigger, but still small dot on the map. The trip was uneventful, for the most part. However, a buzz went through those in Jooheon's car as they pulled up to their destination. The platinum blond couldn't help but gaze in brief awe. Everyone was expecting this to be like any other indoor gig, but now it was clear they were wrong. The line of cars was heading straight for a tent. It wasn't a big top, like a circus would have, but still a good-sized one, intended for events. Loud music emanated from within; people swarmed in, out, and around the fluttering canvas structure. The butterflies in Jooheon's belly picked up energy.

Their professor and director, Dr. Ahn, seemed to know who to talk to. It was clear that he'd done this before. All it took was a couple conversations. Strings got pulled, and the vans they had brought were able to go right to the back entrance, by the stage. That was nice, for when they'd have to set up. Jooheon checked his watch; it was currently fifteen after five, and their slot was at six, leaving them plenty of time. All he wanted to do was tickle the keys on his alto. There was still another group performing, though, so unfortunately, it would have to wait.

Dr. Ahn approached the huddle of talking college kids, where they were hovering by the edge of the tent. 'Kill a few minutes,' were his exact words. About half the band was gone in a second after that announcement.

That was why Jooheon was wandering around, "exploring" with his two best friends, Kihyun and Changkyun. They had insisted the saxophonist go with them; why, he didn't quite get. They had made it sound important, though, and so Jooheon had relented. Not that he wouldn't have been fine with it, anyway, but there were two things irking him. First of all, there were already more people here than what he had expected. He didn't want to be alone, and worried about losing Kihyun-hyung and Changkyunie in in the crowd. Second, the trumpet player and electric bassist (respectively) had recently become a couple. Of course, after that happened, they had become touchy and--y’know--more inclined to do things boyfriends do. Kiss, for example. When they acted affectionate, it made Jooheon sad. He had been feeling lonely lately with Changkyun so involved in the new relationship. To deal with the absence, Jooheon retreated into the college's practice rooms. It was only his natural reaction. He loved spending time on his alto saxophone, anyway. Fifteen extra minutes buried in sheet music and Jazz theory never hurt anyone.

Jooheon trailed behind the pair, trying his hardest not to look at anyone and yet avoid his best friends, too. They were already holding hands and sharing shy smiles. Kihyun leaned into Changkyun’s shoulder every once in a while. Then they’d talk a bit, only to go back to looking at the displays and menus of the different vendors and brewers.

For the most part, the place was what Jooheon had expected--a bunch of party people. They hung out in groups, and everyone had a glass of beer in their hand, or a bottle. Nothing much to look at. Yeah, occasionally, something would draw his eye. Like, once, he spotted Hoseok, their drummer, whom everyone called Wonho. The handsome older boy was holding his own mug and chatting it up with some other college-age guys. Jooheon also thought he saw Hyunwoo-hyung wandering through the crowd. He could have been wrong, though. The baritone saxophonist had seemed determined to hang out by the stage earlier.

Soon his disinterested gaze was firmly fixed on the ground, which was why he ran into anyone in the first place. All at once, there was something in his path. Jooheon had to throw his weight backwards to avoid a collision. The object was moving, too, however, and was in all actuality, quite clumsy. That was what made the saxophonist realize that it was not something, but someone. He watched in horror as a warm body almost collapsed on top of him, but somehow managed to keep upright. Perhaps it was the last-minute hand on Jooheon's shoulder.

Jooheon glanced up and opened his mouth to apologize, but the tall, brown-haired man beat him to it. “Oh no, I’m so sorry. Did I get anything on you?” He seemed shocked, but there was a slight, shy smile on his face. It was only then that the saxophonist saw the bottle of beer and a paper boat of nachos in his hands. A matching wet stain and dots of yellow dotted the front of his tee shirt. Apparently, that was a result of the collision.

Glancing down, Jooheon checked his concert black out, and found he had been lucky. Nothing foreign or food related was visible there. "No, no, I don’t think so."

"Good." For the first time, the two boys locked gazes. The younger couldn’t help but gasp and blink. In a brief moment, he found that it took everything he had not to stare into the other’s big, brown eyes. Jooheon's brain was telling him that this guy was very handsome; almost sinfully so, it seemed. First of all, he was tall. Medium-long, perfectly-styled black hair fell in a sweep across his forehead. The stonewashed, ripped-knee jeans he wore with a loose tee accented his lean, slim body type. The dude could be a model for tuxedo or designer catalogs. Majorly overpriced clothing gurus would go for a face and body like his.

Guilt had plagued Jooheon before, but now it was even worse. He scrambled for an answer, inadvertently starting a conversation in an attempt to fight the rising blush in his cheeks. “Aish, I’m sorry, too, now you’re going to smell like beer for the rest of the night.”

“I don’t care about that…I mean my clothes are the least of my worries, and I would never mind running into a cutie like you." Wait--what? Jooheon turned redder, and finally managed to break eye contact. “Anyways, I’m Chae Hyungwon. I’m mortified I almost got nacho cheese on your nice clothes--I’d hate to ruin them. Not sure if I’d be wearing something like that to a beer fest, but to each man his own, I suppose.”

The platinum blond would have laughed if he wasn’t so stunned at the stranger's flirty comment. It had taken a moment, but once it had hit, Jooheon could have melted into the ground. So, he tried to concentrate on the second half of what Hyungwon said. “I didn’t just choose to wear this. My Jazz combo is performing pretty soon.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Sorry again, I spoke too quickly.”

“It’s ok. You didn’t know. I’m Jooheon. Lee Jooheon.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Jooheon.” Somehow, the saxophonist loved his own name rolling off the tall boy’s tongue. His baritone voice was warm and lush, and the way it made his perfect, plump lips tip and tuck was irresistible. Jooheon couldn’t help but stare again. A bright, white smile erupted on Hyungwon’s face, and he tossed a chip covered in nacho cheese into his mouth. “What do you play in the combo, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Alto sax.” Honestly, Jooheon could talk about his most prized possession all day. He had a lot to say about the beautiful golden instrument, but decided to spare Hyungwon all the details. “That’s the smaller one.”

“I know. I played piano in my college Jazz band. I’m graduated now, but I miss it, I have to say.”

“So wait--how old are you?” Jooheon couldn’t help but think that the guy was his age, or slightly younger. So to hear he had a degree was surprising.

“Twenty-three. I’m only half a year out from graduation, but I got an early jump too.”

That made sense. “Alright. I just turned twenty-three, like last week, and I’m a semester and a half away from walking so…”

“Oh?” Hyungwon’s eyebrows perked as he stuck another chip in and chewed thoughtfully. “Gosh, I honestly thought you were younger…at least two years younger than that.”

“Huh. Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.” Jooheon switched his focus so he wouldn’t have to be constantly looking into the boy’s eyes or to his lips. Unfortunately, he only found that he was in awe at those long, slender, beautiful fingers, too.

Hyungwon noticed, of course, and mistook the intention. “Eyeing my nachos, huh?”

“No, I’m okay--“

“You sure? I’ll gladly get you some. It’s only a few bucks. Besides, adorable, dimpled saxophonists need to be well-fed.”

The way the tall boy crunched his eyebrows together was irresistible. Plus, he was flirting again. Jooheon didn’t want to give in, but Hyungwon was making it hard not to. He sighed. “Alright, alright. But I have some cash on me, you don’t need to--“

Hyungwon brushed that away with a hand. “Nonsense. I’d be glad. I was the one who ran into you after all, I shouldn’t have tried to shoot the gap between you and those boys in front of you.”

“Well, I was staring at the ground. So I guess that makes us even?”

Hyungwon laughed, a beautiful, melodic sound that somehow made Jooheon a little dizzy. “Alright, come on.” Together, they made their way back over to the stand the nachos had come from. There was a line, but it went quickly, and Hyungwon ordered and paid for more food. “Hey, you want some beer, too?” The older boy asked as a side thought.

“No thanks. Not right now.” Jooheon shook his head. “Thanks for offering though.”

“You’re welcome. Anytime.”

Conversation between them was lively and comfortable as they found a table near the stage and ate. Soon, they were flying through topics. Seemingly everything came up, from their friends, to their pets and jobs. Jooheon worked desk at one of the hotels in his college town, which could be fun and not fun. Hyungwon listened with interest, chuckling at the stories. When it went back to him, though, his demeanor changed. He fiddled with his hands and admitted he was currently unemployed. It wasn't like he was doing nothing, though. Job-hunting was a big priority for him. He'd applied to several different businesses over the last few weeks. Hopefully, it was only a matter of time now before he got his first real job.

Jooheon grinned, and gushed that he was proud; anyone would be, considering how great of a guy Hyungwon was. Hell, Jooheon knew, even though they had only met minutes before. The older boy took the compliment, though he seemed shy and embarrassed. “Well, we’ll have to see.”

As time passed, their nacho boats became emptier and emptier. Jooheon found himself living for Hyungwon’s laugh; he could listen to it all day. The face he made along with it was great too. In a way it was hysterical and so meme-worthy, but endearing. He threw his head back, first of all, arms crossed over his shaking stomach. His smile took over his entire visage, and every pearly white tooth in his mouth was visible. Then, there was that his cheeks pushed up into his eyes.

Suddenly, in the middle of a funny story about his days in the Jazz band, Hyungwon shifted slightly. A question popped from his mouth, out of the blue: “Jooheon, do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?”

Taken off-guard, and still in the dark about why it had come up, Jooheon managed to stutter, “No. I haven’t dated since high school. Unless you mean my sax. In that case, I’m married.” Licking his lips to get rid of a sudden dryness, Jooheon shot the query back. “You?”

“Oh, no, me neither.” Hyungwon chuckled, probably at the joke, but then his tone dropped. “My boyfriend broke up with me last week.”

“I’m sorry, Hyungwon-ah.” For some reason, the younger already felt comfortable with the honorific. He felt like he knew the tall boy well already, from the few minutes since they had literally run into each other. “I know how that is. I’ve had ex-boyfriends break my heart, too.”

At 'ex-boyfriends', a spark of hope ignited in Hyungwon’s eyes. The older lit up palpably, though he tried to conceal it. Shakily, he began, “Ah--I’m sorry if this is too forward, but…could I…hold your hand? I don’t know why, I just…want to.”

Jooheon hesitated only a second, if that. “Sure.”

Hyungwon reached out across the table, and Jooheon met him halfway. Their fingers laced together, long, dark digits against shorter, chubbier, slightly lighter ones. Hyungwon’s hand was so, so warm, and the saxophonist decided he liked it. The feeling filled him with butterflies. When he glanced back up, he couldn't help but blush again as he discovered the other staring at him fondly.

Right around that time, though, the act on stage said their goodnights and made their way off, pulling their gear with them. Simultaneously, the other members of Jooheon's combo rose. Almost like ants, they started to unload the waiting cars, opting to keep everything out on the floor for now, untouched until setup. Jooheon knew he had to go, and squeezed the tall boy’s hand gently. “It's about time for me to perform. You’re staying to watch the set, right?”

“Of course. I have to, since you’ve talked yourself up like you have.” Hyungwon laughed, and the sparkle in his eyes was bright and clear. “Go make some noise, Jooheon-ah.”

“I will.” The saxophonist shot him one last, wide smile before he was off to where the others were. He came up just in time to have his instrument handed to him, and catch several others coming out, too.

Jooheon turned around again to the sight of Lee Minhyuk’s smirk, and instantly knew he was in trouble. “I am shocked and astounded,” the tenor saxophonist proclaimed, as someone passed him his horn. “Lee Jooheon, the king of salty, single men, holding hands with a boy.”

Coolly, the blond tried to think of a good comeback to his sharp-tongued friend. Hardly an easy task. “You have anything against my holding hands with a boy?” Not ideal, but it would have to do.

“No, but I didn't think I'd live to see the day you finally showed interest in someone.”

“Lee Minhyuk, my romantic and sexual drives are perfectly fine. Besides, he’s nice, and cute. Why wouldn’t I want to show interest in him?”

“You got me there. Seriously though, he is pretty hot.” Both their gazes wandered over to the table where Hyungwon was sitting, tapping away on his phone and jiggling his leg to an imaginary beat. The older guy whistled. “Damn, look at those lips. Get his number, yeah?”

“Hyung--"

“If he doesn’t work out for you, send him my way.” Minhyuk wiggled his eyebrows, and Jooheon couldn’t help but groan.

Soon everything was set up on the stage platform. The wind players popped open their cases and got ready to go. Music was on stands, everyone was in line; all they needed now was the title of their first chart. Also, a cue from Dr. Ahn would be nice. Both of those were promptly given, and the band roared to life.

The energy they were putting out instantly won over the crowd. People whooped and cheered, clapping their hands. Dr. Ahn had decided to play Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive, which was definitely a favorite. Maybe Jooheon had a slight bias, but in his humble opinion, the band did an exceptional rendition. (Never mind that he was at the helm of the instrumental solo part.) Everything seemed especially tight tonight, especially in the horns.

After their fifth tune, Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin, Hyunwoo leaned over to Jooheon, psst-ing at him. He had to get around Kim Yugyeom, their kid trombone player, so this was probably important.

“Yeah?” Jooheon took a step back and ducked closer so he could hear.

“You have an admirer.” A smirk grew on the bari saxophonist’s face. “Two o’clock.”

Of course, that was Hyungwon. Jooheon couldn't help but sneak a peek. The tall boy was grinning and waiting with baited breath for what the next tune would be. “Yah, I know.” He has an admirer, too.

From the moment Hyungwon had met Jooheon, he had known the younger was someone special. Something in the back of the tall boy's brain told him that this was a once in a lifetime thing. Don't let the opportunity pass by. That notion had only intensified as they had sat and eaten together. Even now, it was growing, building in his chest. How could someone look so beautiful, standing on stage with a saxophone in hand? Maybe it was how the white-haired boy was so animated in playing. Hyungwon's heart fluttered wildly when Jooheon glanced up to cheer on the band or make an approving noise at a particularly nice solo lick.

He didn't realize how bad it was, though, until once, when the two of them made eye contact. Hyungwon swore his heart almost stopped beating altogether. Jooheon held the older boy's gaze unwaveringly for a few moments before breaking into a huge, blinding grin. Then he dipped his head to meet his mouthpiece again.

The feeling came back, spreading through him like wildfire. It was the exact same as earlier, when Hyungwon had realized the depth of Jooheon's eyes. The glint in them was playful, but slowly changed until it took on a challenging, eager tint. Instantly, the older had forgotten what he was going to say about his goofy college friends. One question burned on his lips.

"Jooheon, do you have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend?"

He hadn't known what answer to expect. It seemed like a futile hope to want to hear no. How could such an attractive young man not be in a relationship? But something was aligning in the cosmos tonight. Incredulity crept through Hyungwon when Jooheon admitted to not having dated since high school.

Of course, right afterwards came the reciprocated question, which made Hyungwon grimace. The memory of how his stupid ex had left him just four days before was still an open wound. Knowing the other’s answer, though, dulled the sting. Perhaps the messy breakup was in the stars. Hyungwon didn't want to imagine having to hold back in this moment with Jooheon. Immediately, those thoughts got shoved aside, though, with the younger's next words.

I've had ex-boyfriends break my heart, too.

Hearing from his lips that he had dated men in the past gave Hyungwon so much courage. The tall boy's eagerness bubbled up out of him. He stared at Jooheon's pretty hand for a brief minute before asking if he could hold it. Words couldn't describe how happy he had been when the Jooheon had agreed. Their fingers and palms had fit together so, so perfectly. Now, in the same way, Hyungwon was staring at the beautiful pout wrapped around the black mouthpiece of the saxophone. How long could he resist before he would finally relent to his heart and ask to kiss it? Would Jooheon agree to that as well, and would the sparks fly, as they did before?

Concentrating on the music wasn't hard when Jooheon was the one leaning into the mic. His perfect fingers skimmed expertly over the golden keys of his instrument. His jaw, too, was working hard, pushing and relaxing on the reed to lend that perfect Jazz nuance. Every note that fell from the horn was heaven, a powerful wave of sound that threatened to tip Hyungwon's chair backwards. Perhaps it was only his fascination with the other, but he'd revel in it as much as he could.

It hurt that this might be the first and last time he'd get to see the handsome, dimpled young man. A sudden wave of determination flooded him to not let it be. If only he could once again work up the courage...

The whole thing was over faster than what Jooheon would have liked, and yet he was also glad. He couldn’t stop thinking about Hyungwon, and it got worse when he’d look at the tall boy. There were also extra-loud cheers after Jooheon’s solos, and the saxophonist knew almost immediately who was behind them. He still felt so warm, like the older’s hand was hot in his own. Jooheon didn’t know how he managed to keep it all together, considering his heart rate was off the charts.

The moment final words and thanks were complete, everyone was grabbing something of theirs and pulling it offstage. Jooheon needed to help this time, so he couldn’t immediately go back to Hyungwon. He signaled this to the older, who nodded in understanding and held up his thumb. There was that wide smile again, and the other mouthed from afar, Okay. I'll be here when you’re done.

Once everything was back in the vans, Dr. Ahn surprised everyone again. He handed each person a ten dollar bill and declared, ‘go eat before we have to leave’. Already having nachos sitting comfortably in his belly, Jooheon pocketed the money. He didn’t need anything else; well, except for Hyungwon. The first moment he could, he went back to the table, taking his seat and smiling at the taller boy.

In response, he got a grin right back and an outstretched hand. Jooheon didn’t think twice in taking it, and hummed a bit as some lost warmth crept back into his bones again. "You were wonderful up there," Hyungwon said. It wouldn't be obvious to just anyone, but his lips were trembling slightly. The boy's eyes seemed hooded and blinked more rapidly than normal, too. Jooheon figured it was because he was trying to hold back the flow of compliments wanting to pour out. It scared the saxophonist that he knew his new friend so well already. Yet, there was something comforting about it, too.

The next act was on in no time, and they had pre-recorded music blasting through the speakers. If things weren't loud before, they were now. Though Jooheon and Hyungwon didn't speak, it was obvious they were both uncomfortable. The latter was the first to do something about it. He leaned across to pretty much yell-ask in Jooheon’s ear if he wanted to go outside. Nodding, the younger picked himself up and tugged on his new friend's arm. Their hands didn’t come unclasped even the slightest bit. Together, they ducked through a flap in the tent and wandered out into the coolness of the night. It had fallen while Jooheon's band was performing, sun slinking lower on the horizon, stealing away like a thief.

It took some time, but they managed to find a nice spot to themselves. So, now, other than the noise going on behind them from the crowd of rowdies, things were peaceful and quiet. The two simply enjoyed it for a long moment before Hyungwon's gentle baritone started up. “Hey, Jooheon, I—I’m really glad I ran into you. Even if it meant getting nacho cheese on myself.”

“I’m glad, too,” the younger chuckled. “Even if I still feel bad that you got nacho cheese on yourself.”

Hyungwon’s eyes filled with something indescribable, and his gaze dropped, weighted, to the ground. He seemed to be thinking something over, a heavy matter perhaps. The younger just waited for him to say something. He spent a long moment in thought, but eventually, his entire body relaxed. Jooheon smirked, thinking about what might be going on in that handsome head. Hyungwon was back to the eager young man who had first asked to hold hands. His last shreds of caution were evidently abandoned to the wind. “Come home with me tonight,” he blurted, hopeful; immediately, his cheeks began to heat up.

Jooheon paused. Not like he didn’t want to accept on the spot, but the caution part of his brain kicked in automatically. Shit, they were still practically strangers, having known each other for barely over an hour. What if Hyungwon was a serial killer, planned on taking advantage of him, or had some strange kink? Jooheon doubted any of those, greatly, though. More concerning was the fact that he was three hours away from a warm bed. “I’m sorry, Hyungwon-ah, I can’t--We’re headed back to the college right after this--“

“I don’t mind driving you as far as you need,” The tall boy piped up. “Stay overnight at my apartment, and I’ll get you there, tomorrow, or the next day--whenever you want." Despite his hope, he quickly tacked onto the end, "But if you really don’t want to, I’m not going to pressure you into it.”

“I—I have to be back in the morning. I work at one pm.” Jooheon averted his eyes, on the edge of giving in. Though his mental alarms were still going off, the siren was fading. There was no way this gentle young man would hurt him or use force.

“Please, I don’t mind.” Hyungwon was almost begging at this point. His eyes were full of hope. “I want to be with you. I haven’t met anyone who even compares to you in a long time--maybe ever. If you never want to think about me again after this, I’ll be fine with that. All I ask is that you give me a chance.”

Jooheon squeezed Hyungwon’s hand a little tighter. “Alright.”

“You’re--what?” Kihyun and Changkyun blurted in tandem when Jooheon told them he wasn’t leaving with the band.

“I’m going with Hyungwon over there.” The saxophonist motioned to where his new friend was standing, waiting for Jooheon to come back. “I’ll crash at his place. He’s already promised to drive me back for my shift at the hotel tomorrow.”

“Lee Jooheon!” Kihyun, always the motherly friend, exclaimed, exasperated. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea? You only met him tonight--he could be dangerous, what if he murders you--“

“My gut tells me that he’s not, and it’ll be fine,” Jooheon replied, calmly. “Hyungwon-ah is a good guy, and usually my instincts are dead on--right, Kkungie?”

“They are.” Changkyun sighed and glanced over at Kihyun, who was about to open his mouth to protest again. The older boy shut up. “Is your phone charged?”

“Well--It’s almost dead, but I have my charger and cord in my bag.”

Kyun relaxed and nodded at the reaffirmation. “Alright. If you are ever unsure, please, please get yourself away as fast as you can. Call us, or the police--someone will come get you.”

No wonder the bassist was his best friend. Times like this always reminded Jooheon of that. “I will. Now I just have to go tell Dr. Ahn.”

Jooheon was admittedly nervous about getting official permission to go home with Hyungwon. He did his best to explain clearly and gently to the older, graying man. Something must have convinced him, because the doctor nodded. “Alright, I'll allow it if you’re sure, Jooheon.”

“I am. I trust him. Do you want me to call when I get home tomorrow?”

“No, that's not necessary. Just be safe, alright?”

“Yes, sir.”

Minutes later, the saxophonist had his instrument and music in hand and was walking back over to the tall boy. “It’s all cleared,” he quipped brightly and smiled, reaching out his free hand to tangle in Hyungwon’s.

The smile that spread across the other's face was priceless.

A sense of newness still lingered between them. Perhaps that was the reason why Jooheon and Hyungwon had everything to talk about in the car. They thought they had gotten to know each other pretty well at the festival, but now it was clear they had only scratched the surface. Tidbits of information flowed back and forth, and one question always brought up another. Neither could stop smiling as they chatted amiably. Moment by moment, and word by word, fondness and affection was growing between them.

Hyungwon felt comfortable driving, since his first and only beer had been about an hour ago. Despite a burning need to look at the beautiful boy who was somehow, impossibly, sitting next to him, he made his eyes stay on the road. The few minutes it took to get from the festival to their destination flew by. Before long, they were pulling up to the small, cozy apartment Hyungwon called home.

He led the younger inside, flipping on the lights to reveal a place that was clearly a bachelor pad. It wasn’t trashed, but wrappers and things lay here and there. Hyungwon picked up what his eyes caught at first glance, and disappeared into the kitchen. In the meantime, Jooheon set his saxophone down by the door and kicked off his shoes. The walls were bare (not surprising in the least, honestly), but there wasn’t too much empty floor space. A faux leather sofa and a couple armchairs that matched it took up a good chunk of room. In front of those was an entertainment center and widescreen TV. Various game consoles sat on the shelves. Nearby was a plastic tote filled with games, and a cabinet full of movies.

Jooheon, impressed, plopped down on the couch and glanced curiously around, trying to memorize every corner of the place. He wouldn’t have taken Hyungwon as someone who liked that sort of thing, but now the image of him as a gamer fit. Doubtless, he had friends who came over frequently to chill. Or perhaps the tall boy immersed himself in fantasy worlds when life got too stressful.

In no time, Hyungwon’s distinctive footsteps came back into earshot. He turned at the end of the couch, smiling widely at his guest. “So, how is everything?”

“It’s very homey in here. I like it. All the games are pretty sweet, too.”

“Thanks. And ah, yeah, they’re good time killers, for when you’re waiting for a call from a potential employer.” Jooheon puckered his lips in thought and nodded. It’s probably what he’d be doing, as well, if he was in Hyungwon’s situation. The taller followed up with, “You like playing, too?”

“Yeah, but I don’t get a chance to very often.” That was mostly reserved for when Jooheon went home. He didn’t have a TV in his dorm room, and being a music major kept him very, very busy anyway.

“If you want to try something out, go for it. I’ve got a lot of things, Call of Duty, Grand Theft Auto, Dragon Age, Gears of War, Super Smash Brothers, some of the Final Fantasies, Danganronpa, even, if you want.”

The saxophonist lit up. “I’ve got a better idea. Do you have Mario Kart?”

“Huh? Of course! No game collection would be complete without at least one of the Mario Karts.” Hyungwon broke out into a full-bellied laugh and went over to the tote, rummaging around until he found what he was looking for. He waved the game in the air. “This okay?”

“Perfect.” Jooheon nodded, and dropping down onto the carpeted floor, crawled forward to grab two controllers. “Play a few rounds with me, pleeease?”

The younger boy didn’t even have to beg. Hyungwon was all in. “Bring it on. Just warning you, I’m super good.”

“Ah, we’re going to have to see about that.”

The taller man loaded the disc in, and turned to settle down on the couch. Jooheon, however, seemed to have different ideas. He pouted and patted the floor next to him. Giving a grin, Hyungwon obeyed, and their knees touched. At the sudden warmth (Hyungwon, too, had noticed the temperature difference between them), Jooheon shivered.

“Yah, I can’t bear to see you with goosebumps,” Hyungwon cooed, and reached behind him to pull a blanket from the sofa. Slowly, cautiously, he edged closer to the saxophonist and draped it over them both. As Jooheon hummed in contentment, the older chanced a peek, and his breath hitched. There was a soft appeal to Jooheon’s features, and the fuzzy blanket made him look so cute, happy, and loveable. Almost as if he knew he was being admired, his eyes fluttered shut and he leaned against Hyungwon’s shoulder. With the saxophonist close like this, it was harder to breathe, and Hyungwon felt his heart beat fast, too.

The main game screen kicked up, though, and the momentary feeling of love dissipated. Excitement took over, and soon enough the two of them could have been five years old again. Laughing and yelling, they play-fought, trying to sabotage each other as they raced. Hyungwon won first, Jooheon won second, and thus they traded victory and defeat for a good two hours.

Eventually, their competitive natures settled down as they tired themselves out. A few easy races passed in relative peace. That was, until one particularly close round. They battled and clashed, bumpers colliding on the little animated carts. It seemed futile on Hyungwon's part, though, as Jooheon managed to gain and keep the upper hand. An idea started to form in the taller's head. Gradually, so the saxophonist wouldn't suspect anything, he began to hang back. Suddenly, Hyungwon was happy letting Jooheonie believe he was about to win. That wasn't quite the case, though, and there was a hidden ace up his sleeve. At the final turn, finish line in sight, he made his move. Gaze quickly flicking to the other boy, the taller lifted his elbow and nudged Jooheon hard in the ribs.

“Oww!--Fucking--!”

That split second lapse of concentration was all Hyungwon needed to zoom past and across the finish line first. He couldn’t help but let a sly smile slide onto his face. Once Jooheon had finished rubbing his side, he was silent for a moment. Then, slowly, realization dawned. The offending party automatically leaned as far away as he could, hoping to avoid wrath. Indeed, it seemed that his instincts were dead on, as Hell hath no fury like Lee Jooheon scorned at Mario Kart.

"H--Hyungwon, you cheater! That really hurt, too!" The blond's screech had Hyungwon howling with laughter. It was just so uncharacteristic, and the sudden flip in mood would be enough to hit anyone’s funny bone. Jooheon chased the tall boy partway across the carpet; somehow, the other managed to stay out of reach. In moments their energy ran out, though, and it was over. It was late, nearing the end of a long day, after all. Both guys were heaving for air, chests rising and falling in time. No hard feelings remained, either. Wide smiles spread on their faces; the inevitable chuckle slipped from Jooheon's throat.

Suddenly, they made eye contact, and something clicked.

Hyungwon had managed to forget for a while about his feelings of lust, but now they returned in full force. He had wanted to taste Jooheon all night, and he wasn’t going to get a better moment to do it than here, now. The saxophonist’s cheeks had a red flush, and his eyes were bright and sparkling. There was a fondness in those dark irises, too. Was it possible for anyone to look more enticing? Probably not. Cautiously, he scooted back over and reached out a hand, cupping the beautiful boy’s cheek in his palm. The other blinked, eyes widening, but he didn’t pull away. Hyungwon drug a thumb across those plump lips and pulled closer. “I--is it okay if I--?” he asked, voice weak, only a whisper. The sentence wouldn't finish, though kiss you was definitely in his vocabulary. Hyungwon was too far gone, stolen, at his wit's end; however one wanted to put it. Jooheon was just so handsome and soft and adorable.

The younger seemed to understand the implied question, thankfully. He searched Hyungwon’s eyes for a long moment, before nodding slowly.

Leaning down slightly, Chae Hyungwon met Lee Jooheon’s lips with his own. They were so soft, and as heavenly as he had imagined. If the saxophonist was an ocean, he'd gladly drown. Almost like he would, his arms snaked around Jooheon’s torso, holding onto him for dear life. Something warm and wet touched his mouth; automatically, lips parted to let in the other’s tongue. His own returned the greeting with shy caresses. Everything was so warm and peaceful and passionate. Hyungwon hoped that the younger was like him, wishing it’d never end. Almost before he realized what he was doing, Hyungwon’s hand was at the hem of Jooheon’s dress shirt. Slipping underneath, it found the soft, bare skin just above his ass, and the ridge of his spine.

At the touch, Jooheon gasped and broke their kiss, his grip tightening on Hyungwon’s thigh. Startled by what he thought was a rejection, the tall boy’s eyes widened, and briefly, panic mode took over. Truly, he hadn't meant to go that far, at least yet. He had been too lost in the moment, though, and in the feeling of holding the younger. No doubt, he'd broken whatever spell they had between them, if there even was one in the first place. “Oh--I’m sorry, Jooheonie.” He murmured and flushed red. Hyungwon turned away toward the TV screen, where the game was waiting, asking if they were still there.

Then, a hand cupped his jaw, applying gentle pressure and pulling him back. All at once, lips crashed into his again. It was Jooheon now who wanted the affection, kissing the tall boy like there was no tomorrow. His eyebrows knit together, and he was breathing deeply but unsteadily. Hyungwon could have melted into the floor.

They could have stayed there forever that time, but eventually they broke for air. Panting, they eyed each other hungrily. When the feeling of Jooheon’s lips and tongue on his own was a ghost, Hyungwon finally realized that the hand that wasn’t lingering on his cheek was on his hip. The saxophonist's thumb rubbed slow circles on the waistband of his jeans.

“Look, Hyungwon…” Jooheon sighed. “I like when you touch me. You don’t have to apologize. Ah...actually…” the younger narrowed his eyes seductively and bit his lip. Smaller hands slid into Hyungwon’s. “I wouldn't mind if you did it again.”

Hyungwon was a goner. He dived in for another kiss, gripping the blond’s waist harder this time. In moments, Jooheon was climbing into his lap, straddling him, pushing his tongue deeper. A soft whine slipped out as Hyungwon reached up to undo the top button of his concert black. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m just making this easier,” the tall boy whispered through their liplock, and pulled Jooheon’s shirt up and over his head. Everywhere Hyungwon's slender hands wandered, a trail of gooseflesh seemed to follow. A burning desire consumed him to explore every inch of that sexy, well-knit body.

Soon, the older dared to go lower; his hands settled open on Jooheon's waist and teased at his belt buckle. In response, the saxophonist's breathing picked up. How was it that he was already so sensitive and beautiful? What had Hyungwon done in past lives to have him at his fingertips? His touch wandered back up to play with a perky nipple. Jooheon gasped at this, and his teeth sank into Hyungwon's lower lip. The pain made him flinch, but unexpectedly, his cock stirred, too. Now they were both voicing exactly how the other made them feel. If someone heard through the walls, neither could care less.

A shaky, more uncertain, desperate, even, pair of hands slipped up the hem of the older boy's tee. He loved it, reveling in the fact that Jooheon wanted him this much. "W--Wonnie, I wanna--touch, too." Hyungwon couldn't resist a plea like that and consented, even helping to get the cotton off. Once they threw the shirt to the wayside, Jooheon's arms were back around Hyungwon's middle.

When they next broke, the fog of lust clouded their eyes. By now, both their mouths were swollen and red, too. Jooheon slowly scanned Hyungwon's face, and frowned, tenderly swiping a finger across his injured bottom lip. "I got you pretty good..."

"Yeah, you did. But I'd let you do it all the time if you kissed me afterwards." The salty taste of blood trickled onto Hyungwon's tongue from the wounds inside his mouth. That didn't matter now, though. He found himself wanting, needing Jooheon more and more as the seconds passed.

Doubtless, the platinum blond must have been thinking the same thing. All at once, there was a palm pressing against Hyungwon's growing bulge, stroking it up and down. The friction was delicious, and the tall boy threw his head back, mouth opening in euphoria. Lips softly suckled spots onto his neck. He couldn't do anything but pull Jooheon closer. The younger instinctively pushed himself down farther onto Hyungwon, his erection obvious through his dress slacks.

Then, fingers skimmed the plane of Hyungwon's abs. Down, down they wandered, clearing the waistbands of his jeans and underwear. Shivers of pleasure coursed through him as they proceeded to wrap around his hardening length. Jooheon's slow tugs were so good. What was better, though, was the sound of the younger's heaving pants. Clearly, his own actions were affecting him, too.

"Wait," Hyungwon barely managed to murmur, keeping his head on for a last minute.

"What is it, Wonnie?"

"Bed--would be more comfy."

Jooheon seemed to agree, and nodded. He glanced behind him and backed up. The taller boy missed him immediately, and not just because he no longer had a hand on his needy cock. Shakily, he got up from the floor and steadied himself. Lips parted, he blinked and spent a moment admiring the beautiful white haired boy.

Something burned in the younger's eyes, and it excited Hyungwon to no end. Jooheon approached, drawing close again to plant a chaste kiss on the taller boy's lips and hook an arm underneath his ass. “Jump.” The command floated softly out of his mouth, irresistible, and Hyungwon obeyed. For a moment the older thought he'd hit the floor, but didn’t. Jooheon managed to catch Hyungwon's weight and stabilize himself. With a determined effort, he headed in the direction of the back hallway.

“Second door on the left,” Hyungwon muttered, half-gone already. He laved his tongue down the side of Jooheon’s neck, under his ear, and this made them both shiver. The tall boy was getting painfully hard at this point. His thoughts drifted to everything he wanted to do to the sexy piece of man carrying him. Of course, that did not help his problem at all.

All Jooheon had to do was lean into the door, and it swung open. The tiny room that greeted them, with a queen-size bed, white sheets, and a checkered comforter, was cozy home, sweet home. Carefully, the blond set them down on the edge of the mattress. Hyungwon crawled backwards, pulling Jooheon along by the neck. Their kiss never broke as the latter crawled up onto the open, waiting lap again. Hyungwon thought he was about to go crazy, with their bulges rubbing together. Jooheon even had the audacity to start grinding into him.

Eventually, they parted, a trail of saliva stretching between them. Jooheon smiled, and wordlessly ducked down for Hyungwon's collarbone. At the same time, he set a hand on the older's chest and pushed him down flat on the bed. His pretty lips left a blooming red trail on the skin as he kissed down the long, lean body of the tall boy. When he was at Hyungwon’s navel, he grinned blindingly and lapped at it, rimming the hole like it was another, farther down.

“F--Fuck, Jooheonie,” Hyungwon whined impatiently. He craved something, anything, around his aching cock. "Haven't you teased me enough already?”

“Wow, hyung, so needy.” Somehow, the low chuckle that followed filled Hyungwon with fire. Jooheon turned them both more toward the center of the bed. The older reached behind him to grab a pillow for his head and neck. He swore he had never heard a more satisfying sound than the pop of his jeans button. The saxophonist pulled them clean off, along with Hyungwon's boxers, and the cloth slid off the end of the mattress, neglected. Cool air met hot flesh as the tall boy's hard length flopped against his belly. That sensation alone made him moan something fierce.

Jooheon stopped for a moment to admire the sight. Pink tongue darted out to lick his lips; almost eagerly, he bent over to plant kisses on Hyungwon’s dick. His rewards were deep moans and precome. “Look at you, Wonnie...so beautiful like this…would you like my mouth?”

Though the words were quiet, Hyungwon didn't lose a single one. He ran a hand through his hair and nodded desperately. The blond smiled, picking him up in his palm and giving the head a kitten lick. The tip of his tongue scooped some of the slick, clear precome off. Jooheon hummed in surprised contentment at his first salty taste of Hyungwon. Then he glanced up and locked gazes with the older. Somehow, he never broke eye contact as he wrapped his lips around the tip and slowly began to bob his head. With every pass, Jooheon took in more of the long length.

"F--fuck, Jooheon." Indescribable feelings rushed through Hyungwon, overwhelming him with pleasure. Every ounce of willpower that wasn't lost to the sinful wet, velvety feeling was struggling to keep his hips from bucking. His ex never paid attention to him like this, preferring to let Hyungwon do the dirty work. Now, the tall boy knew why. Jooheon's lips and tongue and throat all in combination had him ascending to a higher level of heaven. It was so wet and warm and better than anything else he had ever experienced. If his own mouth was half as good as this…

Jooheon’s ass wiggled in the air, and he gave a low whine. Instantly, the older boy understood. The saxophonist was searching for friction from his own thighs, but having little success. Guilt swept through Hyungwon. All of a sudden, the idea of getting sucked off wasn't appealing anymore. "Baby...come back up here, won't you?"

Hyungwon got a chance to taste himself when their lips crashed together again. It was a good flavor, and that it mixed well with Jooheon's sweet mouth somehow made it even better. They laid together for a while, making out. Hyungwon's bony hip provided some relief for the younger, but he clearly needed more.

“Jooheon-ah…let me take care of you.” Hyungwon rolled over on top of the blond, and tugged at his slacks. “Off.” The other didn’t hesitate to obey, fingers fumbling to undo his belt. While he worked on that, Hyungwon reached over and opened the drawer of his nightstand. Some lube and a box of condoms were inside, and he grabbed that and a silver foil packet. Then he turned his attention back to the sexy boy whose legs he was between. Jooheon was struggling to get the fabric off from his ankles, and so Hyungwon helped. Now all there was between them were Jooheon’s briefs, and Hyungwon’s breath hitched in his throat. A pink tinged the beautiful white-haired man’s cheeks, and his eyes batted in anticipation. The wet spot in the cotton fabric, where his tip was, grew ever so slightly bigger by the moment.

At the same time, their hands reached down for the last remaining waistband. Fingers tangled together, and in it; Jooheon’s skin was hot and smooth as they dragged it down. The younger went as far as his arm would reach before letting Hyungwon do the rest.

“So perfect,” Hyungwon murmured in awe, taking hold of Jooheon’s erection for the first time. Long, low moans slipped the younger’s mouth as he gave it a few good tugs. Hyungwon had never seen such a pretty cock, red and flushed and perfectly proportioned. Desire overtook him to see it twitch and release as he was balls-deep inside it’s owner’s ass.

Neither could breathe for a moment as the older boy popped open the lube and beaded some on his fingers. He made sure they were good and coated before rubbing around that pretty hole. Then he stuck a finger inside. “A--Ah,” Jooheon gasped, mouth falling open, eyes fluttering shut. When Hyungwon added a second digit, the blond squirmed, trying to fuck himself deeper. “So good, Wonnie.”

The taller didn’t say anything, just kept carefully prepping him. Soon, he felt comfortable enough to put in a third. When he crooked them within Jooheon's tight hole, he hit a nice spot. The younger’s back arched up off the bed, and he gasped loudly.

When Hyungwon pulled out, the saxophonist whimpered, impatient. “Hurry, Wonnie,” he begged, as the older boy tore open the condom, rolled it on himself, and rubbed on another coat of lube for good measure.

“And you said I was needy,” Hyungwon chuckled, pressing his cock to the waiting ring of muscle. Then he leaned forward, and was inside, Jooheon’s walls squeezing him in all the right places. “Shit,” Hyungwon hissed. “Still so perfect.” A small smile grew on Jooheon’s face, and he reached up for a lingering kiss.

Hyungwon started to move, treating the younger to long, firm strokes. Occasionally, he'd change angles, searching for that perfect spot. It didn’t take long at all, and he knew when Jooheon’s legs wrapped around his waist. Hands scrabbled for a hold on his back, too, and the younger became decidedly more vocal.

That beautiful cock called to him, begging him to touch again. Or perhaps it was his brain and hand that gave the order. In any case, he wrapped his hand around it and pumped, even as he kept rocking into Jooheon. The saxophonist was too far gone even to kiss by this point. Hyung, hyung, was one of the only discernible things falling from his lips. One couldn't pin it down as the beginning of the older’s name; yet, it wasn't totally based off the honorific, either.

Soon, Jooheon tensed, and giving a cry, came all over his own cute belly. “Good, good boy,” Hyungwon murmured, continuing to pepper wet kisses on the younger’s jaw. He stroked him through the high (and then extra, so Jooheon trembled, overstimulated). Then Hyungwon, too, let himself go, filling the condom.

They held their position briefly, both feeling spent and close to sleep. Hyungwon brushed at Jooheon’s forehead, cleaning away locks of hair and receiving a fond, dimpled smile in return. However, there was still a mess to clean, and his strength would give out soon. So, Hyungwon pulled out and reached for a nearby box of Kleenex. Grabbing two, he proceeded to clean up Jooheon’s tummy. Afterwards, he removed the latex sleeve on his own length. It only took a few seconds to tie it and toss toward a nearby trash can, along with the soiled tissues.

He gladly let the younger boy snuggle into his chest as they finally settled down together. Hyungwon felt happy and peaceful, and he hoped Jooheon did, too. “Sleep well, sweet dreams,” Hyungwon said, yawning and knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.

“You too, Hyungwon-ah.” Jooheon’s murmur was barely audible, but the vibrations stirred the older’s heart. “Goodnight.”

Hyungwon woke to the mattress dipping, and a warm body sliding back under the comforter, next to him. A gentle “Hyungwon-ah,” called him back from the borders of dreamland. The scent of coffee wafted through the air. As his senses came awake, a familiar hand mussed his hair. “Wake up, Hyungwon-ah.” At long last, his eyes fluttered open to the sight of a handsome dimpled face beside him in bed, deep brown eyes sparkling and grin radiant as the sun. Jooheonie. So that hadn’t all been a dream. The older boy’s heart fluttered in his chest, just like it had the first time he saw who he had run into at the festival.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Jooheon gave Hyungwon a peck on the forehead. “I’ve got coffee brewing, and I’m making rice to go with the Kimchi in the fridge, too.”

“Aww, come on, can’t it wait a few more minutes?” The slender boy caught Jooheon’s lips and pulled him closer, hooking an arm around his waist. “I like having you here in bed with me--”

“Not that I don’t want to say yes, hyung.” Jooheon fidgeted with his hands. “But I don’t want to lose my job, and I already let us sleep in.”

There was a moment of silence, before Hyungwon sighed. “Oh. Right.” Shaking his head, he let the white haired boy go, and turned, sitting up on his side of the bed. The thought of having to take Jooheon back to college hurt, though he knew it shouldn’t. This was a one night thing all along. They had a single evening to get to know each other. They could let the relationship go where it may, pull their hearts and minds around like ragdolls. Unfortunately, though, the next morning, it was back to their separate lives.

The tall boy hurried through his shower, and soon joined Jooheon out in the kitchen. The rice wasn’t quite ready, so he stood at the stove with the saxophonist. Hyungwon’s long noodle arms wrapped around Jooheon’s waist, and his chin rested on his shoulder. Every now and then, Jooheon would go to the wall outlet to check his phone. Sheepishly, he explained that though his friends had insisted on it, he had completely forgotten to charge the stinkin' thing the night before. “I would have called them if you turned out to be a creep,” Jooheon admitted, a red blush spreading across his cheeks. “But you’re not, of course.”

“I’m glad.” Hyungwon chuckled and patted the younger’s bare belly.

Not too long afterwards, they were at the table, settling down for a small meal. Despite the shift in Hyungwon’s mood, a steady conversation still flowed between them. How they liked their coffee, whose mother’s Kimchi was better. They both ate their fill, and got up and around. Hyungwon did dishes while the younger man gathered his things. They had to leave pretty soon if they wanted to make it back to Jooheon’s college town by one o’clock. And indeed, soon they were off, side by side in the front seat of Hyungwon’s car. The only stop they needed was to at the gas station, to fill up quick.

Most of the three-hour ride passed in relative silence. Hyungwon kept his eyes firmly on the road and wondered what the hell he should do. He really liked Jooheon, and it made his heart hurt that their time together was almost over. Every moment with the blond had been perfection, not just the sex, even though it was mind-blowing, too. Did Jooheon feel the same way? Hyungwon was afraid that asking the saxophonist to be his boyfriend would be too forward. What if Jooheon said no? It wasn’t necessarily the end of the world, but Hyungwon knew that then, it was more likely he’d lose interest soon after. That was the absolute last thing he wanted, for Jooheon to exit his life as abruptly as he had arrived.

“Hyungwon-ah?” Jooheon asked, gently, from the passenger’s side.

“Yes, Jooheonie?”

“The landscape around here is beautiful, huh?” The younger boy glanced out the window, resting his chin on his palm. As they were getting closer to Jooheon’s college town, the geography was getting hillier. Strips of pine and deciduous trees grew on the slopes. It was fall, so the former stayed fresh while the latter changed. The difference speckled the world in dark greens, bright yellows, and firey oranges.

Hyungwon took it all in, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, it is.” A soft smile grew on his face, As he was momentarily distracted from his train of thought.

(If he would have glanced over, he would have seen a certain, beautiful boy not paying so much attention to the colors anymore. Instead, his lingering gaze rested on the other’s face.)

Finally, they pulled up to the front of the dorms. There was even thirty minutes to spare before Jooheon had to rush off to work. The younger boy stretched and gave a slight, happy smile over to Hyungwon. “Thank you for everything.” He had planned on leaving it just like that, so his heart wouldn’t be so disappointed. It was inevitable, he'd have to leave the older alone. However, it wasn’t to be so. As he went to kick the door open and slide out, Hyungwon grabbed him by the arm. “Wait.”

“Mmhm?” Jooheon turned and smiled.

“Ah--I um, I was hoping…” The older boy rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “If it wouldn’t be too much, could we...keep in touch?”

The saxophonist couldn’t help but let some joy slip out in his face and eyes. “Of course! Here, let me give you my number.” He grabbed Hyungwon’s phone from where it was sitting in the cupholder, and tapped into contacts, adding a new one. “There we go.”

Hyungwon seemed happy and relieved. “Awesome. Well--ah--” Suddenly, a soft palm caressed the younger’s cheek. Hyungwon leaned in and pulled him in for a kiss, one that Jooheon felt like melting into. “Take care, Jooheon.”

“Yeah, you too, Hyungwon.” They were both blushing like mad, and a spark of hope and excitement ignited within them. Soon, they’d be able to meet again, and they’d wait however long it took.

#Monsta X fanfiction #Monsta X scenario #Monsta X #Hyungheon #Jooheon #Hyungwon #Lee Jooheon #Chae Hyungwon #sorry for the tooth rotting fluff >////< but I am a sof

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jungnoir · 7 years

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mini cryptid hunter!bts au bc i was enabled

@clockwork-lullaby this was probably more than you were asking for but it’s happening

yoongi

the “logical” cryptid hunter. if you watch buzzfeed unsolved just think shane LOL

yoongi just has a really specific fear and it’s of demons

grew up in a really religious church playing the piano as a kid so he always heard about “exorcisms” being done on the church grounds late at night from his friends

yoongi isn’t as dumb but i mean he’s bored on a friday night and his parents are out for their anniversary so he goes and sneaks in with them to the church and the lights are on and he actually encounters a possessed church goer getting cleansed by a few priests but it’s just. like not working?

the person is absolutely livid and seething and speaking in a crackly voice and suddenly the demon notices him and his friends run but yoongi is just stone still

before the demon can try and hurt him it’s exorcised and yoongi is completely mortified and the priests are like “kid omg why are you here you could have DIED” and they tell him to never speak of it to anyone and yoongi’s smart enough to know that what he’s just seen is something way beyond his years

in fact he’s repressed it so much that even when he’s older sometimes he has to remind himself it happened and now hunting demons is just his damn calling

100% carries a dagger or something dipped in holy water and probably knows a bunch of bible verses that’ll make a demon squeal right off the top of his head

when not hunting demons, he’s usually just making fun of namjoon for getting spooked all the time LOL

him and hoseok are like the lethal duo for demons like god forbid you’re a demon and get on their bad side bc u will be finessed tf into a pile of ash

probably naps on the way to haunted sites and the first maknae to rouse him from his sleep is carrying him to their destination

(but never jimin bc jimin is not a heathen like the others ofc)

namjoon

ok i’m gonna crack on my boyfriend real quick: DUDE IS SUCH A BABY OH MY GOD!!! HOW DID HE GET HERE!!! WHY IS HE DOING THIS!!!!! WHY COULDN’T HE MAKE FRIENDS WITH NORMAL PEOPLE WHO DON’T HUNT THE SUPERNATURAL

he’s v smart and reads up on lots of folklore from all around the world so he’s your go to when you wanna figure out what’s been spooking the locals

namjoon says he doesn’t believe in the supernatural but this is usually said in a small, squeaky chant under his breath as he wanders through the cemetery during witching hour with his six dumb ass friends and why did he have to start that casual conversation with hoseok that one time in biology-

has never had a definite brush with the supernatural BUT 9/10 he’s gonna think a floorboard creaking is the hounds of hell coming after him

it’s even worse that he’s clumsy

if jin isn’t holding onto him he’s most likely gonna run and fall when something remotely worrying happens and they aren’t carrying an injured namjoon through another haunted house again, goddamit joon

his favorite subject is aliens and he’s constantly letting the boys know that they are out there and they are avoiding the human race bc the human race is, in fact, super fucking stupid

is also stuck between wanting to get abducted so he can be left alone or wanting the rest of the world to get abducted so he can be left alone

tough choices, really

if shit goes down namjoon is either hiding behind yoongi or hoseok and he only trusts those two to get him out safely

“the rest of you are despicably hopeless” “you trip on dust, namjoon”

jin

the Responsible Adult

also easily spooked as fuck skfjekfi

ngl he’s only slightly more calm than namjoon but that is not,,,, by much

they usually cling to each other to calm each other down (the fucking waves of anxiety rolling off of the both of them is truly just. terrible. they’re both so nervous you can feel it from right at home behind the screen of your phone from which you’re reading this)

jin babbles when he’s scared too, and starts singing old nursery rhymes his mom sang him when he was still scared of the monsters under his bed

but ok. his reflexes are WAY better than namjoon’s bc where namjoon is “scream and run”, jin’s is “punch and run”

dude don’t even know what he saw but he’s already swinging

jin knows ghosts are real because he had an imaginary friend as a child who resembled the old owner of his house pretty spot on

since he figured that out, he can’t sleep in his old room alone any more and will use any excuse in the book to share with his parents when he visits

jin is always carrying snacks for the boys bc cryptid hunting is brutal man,, here’s a protein bar and some holy water

uses a fanny pack to carry said snacks and while yoongi has made every joke in the book abt it, who is the one carrying the antiseptic in a conveniently stored place when said min yoongi gets a cut hm

hoseok

ok ok hoseok had a somewhat similar experience to yoongi as a kid and is also a great demon hunter

his family taught him about the evil shits as a kid so he’s always been aware of them even if kids always called him dumb for thinking they were real

uniquely enough, his choice of weapon is a bow and arrow (also dipped in holy water but depending on what they hunt, he could use anything speared by his arrow)

he really REALLY loves hunting famous lore tho like one time they actually tried to find bigfoot and he was so excited the whole time he couldn’t sleep. he learned the mating call and everything

(yoongi brought earplugs specifically for this reason)

he used to be easily spooked as a kid but now he’s steeled his nerves, if only to become the best monster hunter he can be

does copious amounts of research with joonie (listen ok they have sleepovers together and just geek out over the possibilities of some cryptid existing somewhere and hoseok gets stars in his eyes imagining what could be. namjoon loves analyzing the logic and sets hoseok on the right path since he tends to get a bit daydreamy when it comes to the famous stuff)

imagine him just freakin slaying a demon in front of the boys and getting a cocky lil smirk on his face

“calm down buffy, your ego is gonna be too big to fit in the van home”

jimin

ngl first thing he thinks about when his friends talk abt the supernatural is unicorns and fairies

he’s not v acquainted with the darker stuff

honestly doesn’t know why he’s hanging out with them all but he’s just happy to be here

always asks questions about what the boys know or have experienced. he’s really interested and he gets v empathetic

“no taehyung we can’t watch the poltergeist tonight, you know how uncomfortable it makes namjoon and jin” “we hunt these things daily u know that right”

v interested in magic

anything the boys find that involves magic, jimin is 110% hyper focused on the subject

he does his own lil research in his own time but he can’t help reading creepypastas sometimes

he doesn’t know any better ok!!!

also carries snacks but in a backpack bc he really can’t get behind the fanny pack

jin: they’re convenient

jimin: they’re a fashion abomination is what they are

one time they were hunting a monster that jumped out at taehyung and jimin just fuckin

decked it

like no thought just a right hook to the eye(s)

there were multiple eyes and jimin couldn’t stop whining abt the residue on his hand as they ran back to the van to hide

he’s just having a good time with his friends and didn’t really sign up for the monster bit but that’s okay

taehyung

so uh

taehyung can talk to the dead

this has actually been a thing he could do since he was a kiddo and similarly to hoseok, he was shunned for it because nobody believed him

he communicates with past relatives or family friends of his often for his family (who also know and find it kind of lovely what he can do) and sometimes passes on things for the dead to their living family

like he’ll order orange tulips sent to the home of a grieving widow bc her recently deceased husband asked him to do him that favor, something her husband had been planning on picking up for her the day he died

or he’ll quietly look after his classmate whose mother died because he was asked to. he’ll share his lunch with her and make sure she eats because her mother just knows she’s not well

when he met hoseok (who is really the heart of this lil group), he just felt so much relief at finally being understood

he’s really a great mediator for ghosts when they encounter them and he’s so helpful at leading them to the afterlife if needed

he’s really not scared of much to be honest. he finds everything so fascinating

sometimes it drains him being kind of a connect between the human and spiritual world but he’s so glad he was born that way, it’s helped him meet so many wonderful people and he loves who he is

and yeh ok taehyung abuses his power like the lil shit he is sometimes

tae: did you wash the dishes

jk: *clearly lying* yeh

tae: the ghost standing next to you begs to differ

jk: ...for the love of god taE NOT AGAIN

jungkook

ok, like i said,,, dude is an adrenaline junkie

jungkook does not give two flying shits he will deadass fight a headless forest demon in his living room if he has to

jungkook fears no man or god

strongest member so he’s always the one to carry namjoon when he inevitably hurts himself and has to be helped

even tho he’s not easily scared for his own life, he is scared for his family and friends

his worst nightmare is losing any of them to something they hunt

sometimes he’ll line windows and doors in his house with salt discreetly, just enough for it to work and just enough that his mom won’t yell at him for wasting perfectly good salt

is always researching protection spells and things just in case he’ll ever need em, usually consults yoongi for help too

“who do you think would win in a fight between mothman and a wendigo”

genuinely cannot function on an empty stomach and the boys have to stop by convenience stores to buy him like six cups of instant ramen just to satiate him

of course jin has some snacks in his handy fanny pack if needed (and has made painstakingly clear if jungkook mocks said fanny pack that he will be banned from getting snacks from it for the rest of his “measly young life”)

jungkook has some good sense and hasn’t said a word (but he has thought a copious amount, for sure)

#majspeaks #majwrites #idk if i should tag this as scenarios but fuk it im gonna it #bts scenarios #bts #monster hunter au

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captusmomentum · 7 years

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Excessively detailed asks: 1-19 odds only for Inan, 20-38 evens only for Tace plz :D

fuck me running this is a lot OKAY HERE WE GOOOOOO

INANALLAS

(heads up the pronouns are gonna jump around here bc inan uses they//them and she/her so hopefully doesn’t get too confusing rip)

1. What does their bedroom look like?

Surprisingly Clean. They’re exactly the type you’d expect to be super messy but thanks to living in such small spaces like aravals all their life they’re very good about keeping things in come kind of order. This stands even for modern verses, they’re very good about it. In verses they’re inquisitor they actually rearrange the room a lot, putting their bed on the balcony and making the main floor more of an office/living room as well as creating panels to help block out some of that sun bc HOLY SHIT WINDOWS, they also have a panel set to block the view of the bed which is really just wedged between it and the railing. The little bed alcove is very cozy and the main floor is much more functional and better for have friends up :D In modern aus, like say amd, they’re one of those people who’re like ‘ live in an apartment that’s only 90ft big :D’ and when they show you how it’s like part science miracle and part acrobatics bonanza. Like look at any tiny home or tiny apartment type show/place/thing and thats’ how they Roll. Mainly bc they’re fucking Broke AF, creative/innovative and well trained by dalish life for it. So bedrooms are usually like, lofts and shit like that which can mean it’s not much more than the essentials of Snoozing.

3. Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?They do! Inan works out pm everyday in pm every verse. Their style of magic is very, very very physical so it requires a lot of working out and training even in verses where they’re not constantly murdering ppl like canon ones they gotta get diesel for magic. In most verses they primarily do a variety of martial arts (or just one elf/dalish one? depends on how deep into worldbuilding you wanna get here honestly) and then things like running, weight lifting general kinda fitness exercise things. I imagine in modern verses and such (maybe more canon ones too tf do i know) that places like Arlathvhen’s there’s like, a sort of pow wow/olympics type event that goes on and clans have people representing them and Lath was disqualified for cheating bc she’s Weak in the temptation of Victory so Inan is the Obligatory Contender in at least some of the mage events, usually like, dueling bc it’s ironically her specialty. So she really does have to stay sharp when in verses where there’s no fighting bc she’s gotta bring home gold for clan Lavellan.

(if u wanna get a sense of how inan fights it’s a LOT like pm anyone from avatar the last airbender/Legend of Korra especially Korra and Katara(atla) )(apologies about the katara vid and that shit music there’s So Little out there sobs)5. Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

Inan isn’t the most organized or together person which is combined w/ their dalish upbringing is why they’re Hyper Organized. Things have places and they go there ALWAYS otherwise they’ll never be found again ever. Also lots of labels. Their own living spaces are more organized than their work spaces, generally bc other ppl touch things or put things on their desk. Every time someone touches their things they have a small heart attack bc it means that something CRITICAL might have been moved and will never be found again. Seriously they are held together only by the power of their aesthetically pleasing organization and labeling. So school is Really Fun in modern aus (read: i’ve considered having them be a high school dropout for Various Reasons).7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

They Dream of wasting time. They Long to waste time. Everyday they pray they can waste time. Usually a lot of her time goes into things like Clan Stuff, Magic Stuff and Work Stuff so any chance they get to dick off they do. They fave method in modern verses is tv or youtube but in canon-y verses its Tavern w/ Bull or Tavern w/ Sera, the 2 people most likely 2 not call her out for Ditching Shit. Drinking w/ Dorian and/or Varric is very high on the list in all verses.9.Makeup?

Naaaahhhhhhhhhh. Generally too lazy for it and doesn’t like feeling of it on her face. Also it’s a real Bitch bc she’s always got tats on like 70-90% of her face and freckles (which she actually likes) so like foundation’s a Nah but you can’t do things like cover her dark circles w/o foundation otherwise the difference is Too Obvious like it’s just a Disaster. She can be convinced to wear it at special events and things but someone else has gotta do it.

11. Intellectual pursuits?Some and very disorganized. Generally answering any Burning Mystical Questions they have regardless of worth or importance, debating (fighting) about topics involving analysis in books and things, Fade Stuff, Learning Elvhen. They don’t really actively pursue a lot of things bc they’re doing so much shit normally, they really only pursue it when the interest strikes. Also, proving that the occult is Real and Valid.13.Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?hoooooooooo boy dksjlgjfdsgfk, pansexual demisexual/grey-asexual is probably the best description. they don’t know they just like people and they don’t think about it they don’t think about Sex Stuff or ppls orientations it’s all W/E IDK and while they’re not prudish or squeamish about it they will run screaming for the hills things get too raunchy. Sex –especially sex involving them– has them looking for the nearest exit, not necessarily bc they’re sex repulsed but they are Extremely Anxious and Scared of interpersonal interaction so kissing is yiKESSSSSSSSSSSSS15.Biggest and smallest short term goal?Hmmmmm that’s really hard. Biggest is usually like: Not Die. Smallest is something like: whatever is next on to do list. They live a life of unnecessary extremes. 17.Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dressGoth mori/strega fashion vibes. Lots of skirts and layers and looking very much like a peasant wizard. Usually they just dress for the weather and put on as many layers as they can to feel safe and protected (and snuggly). There’s a lot of similarities in their logic about it with Uthvir but with miles of soft fabrics instead of spikes. Usually darker colors with an emphasis on blues. There’s not too much in the way of ritual around it since they’ve tailored their wardrobe so they can grab things put them on, and look good w/o any real effort.

here’s the for inan fashion stuff

19.What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

Usually they go through a very specific ritual when going to sleep since they’re a dreamer to help keep that shit on lock which involves a lot of emptying of the mind and relaxing and preparing to deal with Fade Shit. If they don’t it’s just existential dread, anxiety and depression shit and panic. So they don’t not do the thing…….

TACE

20.Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?Tace wasn’t really sick much more than the normal amount and kinds as a kid and was the kind who conks out the whole time and doesn’t say, try to get up and play. As he got older and his dreamer abilities started to kick in he reacted to it like someone who was very sick, fevers, hot and cold, sweating. slept too much or not enough. He began to have trouble keeping food down and lacking an appetite which he still has problems with to this day along with sleep trouble and exhaustion. 22.Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?either doodles of dicks and such or a rude, raunchy or somehow unacceptable letter to someone whether he knew them or not he wrote for a laugh with no intention of sending. He’s very mature24.Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?He actually excels in a lot of things, he’s a pretty gifted mage. He just Hates the Circle and all that academia type shit so regardless of his skill in them he doesn’t want to do them. He thinks intellectual pursuits are on a whole a waste of time because they’re mainly just there to make people feel more important and fancy.26.Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?NOPE. NONE. past maybe ‘consult with that statue of Eleni Zinovia back in Ferelden about what to do w/ my life’ and ‘get a boyfriend’. 28.Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?hoooooo that’s Rough. Probably Banal though he’s more a father figure. He wasn’t very close to his other mages and hated the templars. Later when he meets Keshet and Shalev I guess they become his best friends which is...... very gay and lame.

Worst Enemy is Cullen and Meredith but Meredith is dead so fuck youuuuuuuu Culllleeennnnnnnn.30.Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)Boy This Sucks [Drinks like a monster even more than usual]

he’s pretty desensitized to tragedy but also a shambling mess so it’s really just his usual self but like 1000000000000000% worse for a while

32.Thoughts on material possessions in general?

MORE PLEASE. he loves shit give him all the stuff he wants to lounge in a gaudy parlor on a opulent chaise. He never got to have much in the way of possessions in the circle so he lots shit now. also he’s just a material little shit.

34.Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)He doesn’t care about other people’s privacy pretty much at all and loves getting into people’s shit but he’s VERY intense about his own privacy. He’s deeply protective of himself and his things and privacy. So he’s a wildly hypocritical guy.36.What makes them feel guilty?Not fucking much. He occasionally feels bad about how he’s treated someone but it’s not often and he’d never say it out loud. just kinda adds it to the pile of fuel for self-loathing.38.Would they consider themselves a Type A or Type B personality?

He’d be a Type A if it weren’t how his life has gone so I guess he’s like, a burnout Type A.

#theladypirate #answered #answered meme #inan hcs #tace hcs #inanallas #tace #i feel bad i didn't put ass much time in on tace but i'm battling a headache so RIP

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forevercaroline · 7 years

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Practical magic

for @joey-prue her practical magic gif set for Klaroline au week inspired this. I wanted to do something for Klaroline infinity week. Caroline and her sisters are witches. This is not Damon friendly

Xxx

Katerina, Caroline and Davina Petrova are three sisters who have incredible magical powers but there is a curse placed on their family. Cast by their ancestor Amara who was also a witch she was supposed to be hanged for her crimes but with her magic she survived and was banished to an island. Not only did she live but her unborn child did too she waited for the father to come save her from the island, but he never did in her misery and sorrow she cast a spell that if you love a Petrova woman you will die.

Their mother heard the death bug and knew what it meant death was coming for her husband. Their mother died shortly after their father of a broken heart. So the three young sisters went to live with their aunts Aunt Jenna and Aunt Liz who were also witches just like the three sisters.

The oldest sister Katerina is only ten, her sisters Caroline and Davina are nine and seven. Katerina walks into the greenhouse one night and sees her two sister, a notebook and a bowl. “ What are you two doing?”

Caroline is holding a bowl with a couple petals in it while Davina is reading from the notebook. “A true love spell you can’t love something that doesn’t exist so I’ll never die like mom. ”

“He will have blue green eyes that sometimes shine gold, be British, have dark blonde curly hair, he will have a delicate but muscular face, will wear two necklaces, be a little bit paranoid, charismatic, manipulative, tough, artistic, sarcastic, calculating, possessive, and vengeful if anyone harms or makes me sad.”

Every word Caroline put a petal in the bowl which is full of petals. The sisters take the bowl outside and Caroline says some words in Latin. The petals float out of the bowl and into the night sky.

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Seven years later Katerina is running away with her newest boyfriend this one is named Mason. Caroline and Davina are sharing a blanket. “ I can’t believe your leaving us.”

Katherine yells down to Mason for his pocket knife he throws it up to her and she slices both her palms and then her sisters do the same and they join hands. “ My blood is your blood. We will always be together.”

The sisters hug and Katerina runs off with Mason.

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A couple years later Caroline found love with Tyler Lockwood and Davina ran off with a guy named Kol.

Four years later Caroline is so happy with Tyler their discussing having kids when Caroline heard it the death bug. She tried to ignore it but that night she was awoken by its sound. When Tyler came down for breakfast and the kitchen floor boards were ripped apart Caroline told him she couldn’t sleep so she renovated. Tyler died hours later he got hit by a truck crossing the street.

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Davina has been living with Kol for almost four years in New Orleans. He knows about her being a witch and he finds it fascinating. They have a one year old daughter named Kayla but have never said out loud that they love each other. Davina is not taking any chances with the curse. She’s laying in bed looking at the scar on her right hand the hand Caroline held that night they said goodbye to Katerina. Kol rolls over and kisses her shoulder “ What’s wrong?”

Davina looks over at him sleepy eyed and shirtless “ Somethings wrong Caroline’s sad.”

“ How can you tell Caroline’s sad?”

Davina raises her right hand and shows her scar on her palm “A couple years before I met you my older sister Katerina left one night with a guy named Mason. The three of us cut our palms and held hands and said ‘my blood is your blood. We will always be together.’ We can feel the others emotions because we have the same blood.”

Davina looks up from packing just realizing “ I can’t go Kayla I’m a terrible mother I totally forgot about my daughter what kind of a mom forgets about her daughter.”

Kol gets out of bed and comes over to her and pulls her into a hug “ Your a wonderful mom it’s understandable your sister is in distress your sisters are the only family you had before Kayla. Go I will watch Kayla.”

Davina looks up at Kol who nods “ I” she traces a heart on the palm of his hand “ you”

He does the same to her. She kisses Kayla on the head and leaves.

Xxx

Katerina has been living in Miami she has been going by the name of Katherine. She met the Salvatore brothers Damon and Stefan. She loves playing with them one day she’s with Damon the next she’s with Stefan she’s having fun. She’s with Damon when she looks at her left hand “ I have to go.”

Damon pulls her back in bed “ No you don’t where ever you have to go will still be there tomorrow tonight we drink.”

Katherine doesn’t like that she takes his bottle and brings it to her lips and chants in Latin the next drink he takes he becomes unconscious.

Xxx

As soon as Davina arrives in Virginia she sees Katerina in the airport she flew in from Miami. They run to each other and hug they haven’t seen each other in a few months. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

“ Did you feel it Caroline’s sad I’ve never felt her this sad.”

Katerina and Davina pull up to to the old house they came to live in after their parents died their aunts house. They go up to Caroline’s room and see she’s asleep. They lay on each side of her and Katherine runs a finger down her nose. “ Hey”

“ Hey.”

“ Tell us what’s wrong?”

“ My husband is dead. Tyler is dead.”

Davina and Katherine hug their sister.

Xxx

“ Take my mind off it how is Kayla, How is Miami?”

“ Kayla is good she’s with Kol. She’s been trying to get out of her crib for the last couple of weeks.”

“Miami what can I say I’m by the pool dancing and I see these two extremely handsome guys at the bar and I can’t choose between them so I don’t everyday I’m with a new brother.”

Katherine and Davina were downstairs and the aunts told them something that Caroline needs to know “ Tell Caroline what you just told us.”

The aunts look ashamed “ We cast a spell for you to love Tyler. We didn’t expect you to really love him. Katerina ran off Davina was getting ready to run off you were alone and sad we just wanted to make you happy.”

“ You cast a spell so the love I had for Tyler was all fabricated, I will never forgive you.”

The aunts nod.

Xxx

Caroline finally gets out of bed and rejoins the real world. She goes to the little store she owns with her only friend in town Enzo. Enzo is the only one in town that never threw things at her and her sisters when they were kids for being witches or treated her different because of her magical ability. Enzo is the only one Caroline confiding in that she has magical abilities not even her late husband knew. They own a party planning business.

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Katherine calls one night and says she’s scared she needs help she’s in Atlanta. Caroline thinking of her older sister snaps her fingers and she’s in Atlanta, Davina did the same thing. “ She’s really scared.”

“ When we were kids I used to think Katerina was scared of nothing.”

They find Katherine huddled in the corner of a hotel room in Damon’s shirt.

They get Katherine out to Caroline’s rental car when Katerina looks up and sees there is red on the moon she needs her tiger eye but it’s in Damon’s car. She runs over to Damon’s car and when she opens the door Damon pulls her into the back and puts a knife to her throat.

Caroline and Davina go over to the car to see why their sister is taking so long and Damon tells them to get in and drive. Caroline drives and Davina manages to get the bourbon bottle and the lighter away from drunk Damon.

Davina looks over at Caroline who looks in the rearview mirror at Katherine who Damon has pulled into his side who nods. Davina brings the bottle up to her lips and silently chants in Latin. She gives Damon the bottle and he drinks but it doesn’t affect him.

Damon gets out to go to the bathroom and Caroline and Davina turn to their older sister. “ Katerina what are we going to do. He’s clearly out of his mind drunk.”

“I don’t know he should of been knocked out the second his lips touched the bottle. Maybe you said the wrong spell.”

Davina actually looks offended “I’ve never had to drug my boyfriend but I said the right spell maybe he build up a tolerance to the spell because you use it on him so much.”

Katherine looks at Damon’s turned back then at her sisters “ We are going to have to kill him. When he pulled me to the back he said I have to choose him or Stefan.”

“ I can’t kill someone I have a daughter.”

Katerina leans forward and takes her sisters hands “ If the police come looking for him I’ll tell them it was self defense. You will find true love and you will be with your daughter.”

Damon gets back in the car and asks Katherine if she chosen when she shakes her head he starts choking her. Davina climbs on top of him while Caroline is driving and trying to hit him Davina starts punching him. “Davina stop he’s out.”

Katherine checks his pulse and there is none. “He’s dead.”

Katherine looks up at her sisters “ Magic got us into this mess magic can get us out.”

“ I don’t think that’s a good idea. The aunts always said we can do anything except bring someone back.”

“So your telling me you wouldn’t try to bring back Kol if he died.”

“Of course I would try but this is different do you even love him?”

Katherine looking at Damon’s dead body then at her youngest sister. “ Does it matter he lives and I don’t go to prison.”

Xxx

The sisters carry Damon’s body into the house and put him on the table. Caroline goes to get the grimoire, Davina goes to get the supplies and Katherine cuts his shirt open.

“One more time Katerina are you sure you want to do this?”

Katherine nods. They start by burning sage and moving their hands clockwise over his bare chest. Caroline looks at the next step. “Why could we just be normal.”

Both sisters look at her Caroline elaborate. “ We have to put needles in his eyes.”

“ Gross but we aren’t normal. So let’s keep me out of prison.”

Caroline and Katherine put the needles in his eyes while Davina draws a white star on his chest. All three of them hold hands and chant “ Black is night, erase death from our sight, white is light, Hecate make it right.” Damon’s eyes open and he chokes Katherine. Davina tries to get Damon to stop and Caroline goes over to the stove and picks up the skillet and hits him a couple of times.

They drag him outside dig a hole and dump him in.

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The next morning there’s a knock on the door and the sisters look at each other nobody knocks on the door because everyone is scared to go near this house. Davina answers and its Kol and Kayla she pulls them in for a hug. “Since your needed both here with your sisters and at home I brought home to you. Where’s your room I can put our bags there then you can show us around this little town.”

Davina nods and takes Kayla from him and kisses her head then kisses him. “Oh and two old women came by the house said they were your aunts and told me to tell you to clean up your own mess. What does that mean?”

Davina is taken back “Um witch sister business you wouldn’t understand.”

Davina is making Kol something to eat he’s been driving all night. “Why is there a man by the roses?”

The sisters turn towards Kol who is looking out the window with Kayla who keeps pointing out the window. “ What are you taking about there’s no man out there.”

Caroline looks at Katherine while Davina is still looking outside “Where did that rose bush cone from?”

“I don’t know.”

Kol is looking at the sisters and Davina takes his hand “ Let me show you the town.”

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While in town Davina sees a group of women gossiping and looking at them. Davina looks at her and the main woman who was gossiping about them feels like she’s been slapped across the face. Kol kisses her on the forehead “ You amaze me everyday.”

While Davina and Kol are in town Caroline and Katherine are cutting down the rose bush that is right behind Damon’s grave. When they get outside they see the tips of Damon’s boots are sticking out. “ Oh my god is he rising?”

“Katerina calm down we will figure this out.”

They see Damon’s boots sink back down. They are cutting the roses when a British male voice interrupts them. “ Little early for roses.”

Both sisters turn around startled a blue green eyed man with dark blonde curly hair is standing in front of them. They look at each other and Caroline answers “ Can we help you with something?”

“I’m Klaus Mikaelson special investigator of Miami.” He shows his badge. “ Which one of you is Katerina Petrova?”

Katerina and Caroline share a look “ I am.”

“Why don’t you come in let us wash our hands then we can talk.”

Xxx

Caroline and Katherine are having a whispered conversation in the kitchen while Klaus is in the little green house off the kitchen. “Katerina what are we going to do.”

“ Here’s the story Damon and I got into a fight it was late I didn’t go to Stefan and I haven’t seen him since.”

Caroline nods “ What about Davina shouldn’t she know.”

Katherine shakes her head “ No Davina has a family she has something to loose. We only have each other.”

“ I love you Katerina.”

“ I love you too Caroline.”

As they’re about the leave the kitchen Caroline speaks “ Katerina I don’t know why but I feel a connection to him.”

Katherine looks between her sister and the special investigator. “ Shut it down.”

Xxx

They go out to the green house and see Klaus looking around. “ That’s herbs from the garden. Your a long way from Miami so what are you doing here?”

“ Stefan Salvatore said his brother is missing and was last seen with you.”

“ Damon and I had a fight I haven’t seen him in days. But enough me what about you. Your handsome do you have any handsome brothers?”

Klaus looks uncomfortable.“ Ma'am I’m here to investigate Damon’s disappearance and your involvement not talk about my personal life.”

“How about this I’ll answer your questions of you answer mine.”

Klaus looks over at Caroline who flicked her hand and the water boiled she’s pouring the tea into mugs. “ Is your sister always like this?”

“ Runs in the family how did you know we’re sisters.”

Klaus smiles at the blonde “ Your to beautiful to just be a friend, and the way you two act around each other.”

Caroline smiles at the compliment. Katherine looks at the two.

“ Do you know who’s car that is outside?”

Katherine speaks up but also tries to get him out of the house “ Mine.”

“ That car belongs to Damon Salvatore.”

“ He gave it to me as a present.”

Klaus is getting ready to leave when Davina and Kol come back. “ What are you doing here brother?”

All three sister look at the two men “ Brother.”

Kol Looks at the sisters “ Klaus is my older brother.”

Before Klaus leaves he leaves a kiss on Caroline’s hand “ I’ll see again.”

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“Davina why didn’t you tell us Kol’s brother is a cop, he’s investigating Damon’s disappearance.”

“ I didn’t know, Kol told me he had a lot of siblings, two are lawyers, special investigator, teacher, fashion designer. I’ve never met him. I’ve met his other siblings.”

Katherine turns towards Caroline. “ I saw the connection between you two. Instead of shutting it down we need you to get close to him. Figure out what he has on the investigation, lead him away from us.”

“ I am seducing a special investigator, my husband just died.”

“ Your love for each other was fabricated by the spell, You and klaus have a connection you would have to be blind not to see it.”

Xxx

Caroline goes into the store and Klaus is there questioning Enzo about Caroline and her sisters. “ Are you following me? You show up at my house, now at my business.”

“ Miss Petrova, I’m not following you I’m simply just doing my job trying to find Damon. Do you know anything about him.?”

“ They dated, had a fight and she left. He also gave her the car.”

“I’m suspecting that’s not what happened your leaving things out I want to talk with you more how about I come by your house tomorrow around ten.”

“ Sure.”

Klaus smiles at her “ It’s a date.”

Klaus leaves and Caroline leans up against the door of the store “ I’m in trouble.”

Enzo was at the filing cabinet watching them. “ Gorgeous what’s wrong talk to me.”

Caroline smiles Enzo’s always been there for her. He would stand up for her when they were younger the other kids in town would throw things at her and her sisters chanting witch witch your a witch, Enzo was the only one who tried to stop the other kids.

“ You know I love you your my best friend your the only person who really knows about my ability, but I can’t tell you.”

Enzo nods “ I love you too your best friend. Nothing you do will ever change that.”

Caroline hugs him tightly.

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The next morning at ten Klaus arrives at the house Kol answers the door.“ Why are here so early Nik?”

Caroline was coming down the stairs when she heard Kol call Klaus Nik. “ Nik I thought his name was Klaus.”

Klaus looks up at her and smiles she’s in a spaghetti strap sundress. “ My actual name is Niklaus Klaus is a nickname everyone calls me by and Nik is also a nickname only Kol and our little sister Rebekah call me.”

Caroline smiles down at him he’s dressed in jeans and Henley. His outfits more relaxed today yesterday he had a dress shirt and jacket on. “ Ready for breakfast what did you call it yesterday… A date.”

Klaus looks down sheepishly “ You look beautiful by the way.”

Caroline smiles and takes his hand “ Thank you follow me we will be having breakfast outside.”

Caroline is sitting next to him at the table waiting for the pancakes to be ready. “ So yesterday after you made our date what did the town have to say about us?”

“ This town is weird, I have people telling me you make food out of human organs, your witches, you worship the devil, you kill your husbands, you jump off the roof and fly.”

Caroline let’s out a little laugh. “ There’s no devil in the craft, and human organs don’t taste good, plus we only jump off the roof and fly on Halloween, we have no control over killing our husbands.”

“ Do you know how strange this all sounds to me.”

Caroline traces her fingers over his open palm “ I can guarantee you’ve never met someone like me. You’ve already met the woman of your dreams.”

Klaus looks down at his palm “ You can read palms is that part of your craft?”

“ There’s so much more to than just palm reading.”

Klaus had forgotten why he came here he’s has a crime to solve. “Are you hiding Damon Salvatore?”

“ Not in this house.”

Klaus gets closer “ Did you or your sisters kill Damon Salvatore?”

Caroline heard a noise and looks to see it was just her sisters and Kol bringing out breakfast “ Yeah a couple times.”

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During breakfast Caroline looks into his eyes and the way the sun is hitting them it looks gold and the way his shirt is unbuttoned at the top she can see two necklaces. She stumbles backwards almost knocking her chair back. “ Oh my god. I’m so sorry I have to go.”

Caroline runs into the house. Katherine and Davina run after her. They find her in the green house looking for something. “ Caroline what is wrong?”

Caroline turns around and holds up a notebook “ Do you remember this?”

Katherine and Davina look at the notebook and on one of the pages is the list Caroline made when she was nine of her perfect man. “ It’s Klaus. The perfect man I wished for is Klaus, his eyes are blue and green but when the light hits them just right they are gold, he’s British, wears two necklaces, has dark blonde curly hair, has a delicate face but muscular face, he’s charismatic. I can’t do it again, I can’t be in another fabricated relationship.”

Katherine and Davina put the notebook down and hug Caroline “ It wouldn’t be fabricated the spell you used when you were nine was a true love spell remember. You feel a connection between you two because he’s your true love.”

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Outside Kol and Klaus are still at the table Kol is feeding Kayla. “ So you never answered my question why are you here Nik? I don’t think it was to flirt with Davina’s older sister.”

“ One of Katerina’s boyfriends Damon Salvatore has gone missing Stefan Salvatore paid me to look into it. Speaking of why didn’t you tell me Davina mother of your child which still can’t believe you have a child, older sister is beautiful.”

Kol cutting up a pancake for Kayla “ Nik there are things you should know about this family but it’s not my place to tell you. What I can tell you is they have had a hard life you heard people in town talking about them the town hates them this town has bullied not only them but their whole family their whole life.”

Klaus looks back up at the house but a frog choking brings his attention back he follows the noise and sees a frog sitting on a rock a ring comes out of his mouth. Klaus bends down and with a napkin picks up the ring. “ Tell the sisters I don’t know what game they are playing but they better have a good lawyer, also don’t leave town.”

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Kol comes Into the house carrying Kayla and sees the sisters hugging “ Someone tell me what is going on right now.”

“ What are you talking about?”

“ I was outside talking with my brother and a frog starts choking then a ring with a D come out of its mouth. The D stands for Damon the man my brother is trying to find.”

Davina looks to her sisters then at Kol “ You would stay with me threw anything right?”

Kol nods “ Of course.”

Davina takes a breath “ You can’t tell anyone this. The night Katerina called me scared Damon was there. When we got to Katerina she was huddled in a corner of the hotel room. When she went to get her tigers eye Damon put a knife to her throat. I put a spell on his bottle so he would pass out Katerina uses the spell on him all the time. It didn’t work he started choking her and I climbed on top of him and started hitting him he passed out. Or so we thought he died so we tried to bring him back but when he woke he choked Katerina again Caroline hit him with a skillet a couple of times.”

Kol is shocked and doesn’t say another. “ Kol are you ok? Speak to me.”

“ I need to be alone to process this.”

Davina doesn’t like it but understands she takes Kayla and Kol disappears into the living room. Caroline Looks at her sister “ If Klaus really is my true love I have to tell him the truth.”

“ No telling Kol is way different than telling Klaus. It doesn’t matter if Kol knows he can’t do anything. Klaus could arrest not only me but all of us for murder.”

“ I have to take that risk. Katerina before breakfast I read his palm he already met the woman of his dreams. I will convince him not to arrest you or any of us. I have to try.”

Right after Caroline left Katerina was helping clear the table she gets right inside the kitchen and drops the plates she has a sharp shooting pain in her side “ Caroline, Davina.”

Davina was behind her “ Katerina what’s wrong?”

Katherine leaning on Davina “ I don’t know we need Caroline.”

Davina gets Katherine to the living room “ Kol I know your angry at the moment but this is important I need you to watch Kayla and Katerina while I find Caroline.

Before Davina leaves she flicks her hand and the broken plates become new again.

Xxx

Caroline finds Klaus outside his hotel ” I meant what I said you need a lawyer before you talk to me.“

” I don’t want a lawyer. Look you want to know things that I can tell you but I want to know things that you know.“

” Come in.“

Klaus brings her in and straightens up a little he had a couple drawings on the bed of her along with papers for the crime. Caroline picks one of the drawings its of her in front of the rose bush. Quietly she says ” He will be artistic.“

Klaus turns around and thought she said something ” Did you say something?“

Caroline hands the drawing to him ” Doesn’t matter.“

He gets his tape recorder ready ” Ready when you are.“

Caroline sits down and Klaus asks his first question. ” Do you know where Damon Salvatore is?“

"I think he’s in the spirit world haunting us.”

Klaus stops the recording “ If your not going to take this serious leave.”

“ I am taking this serious to prove it to you I will lay all my cards on the table, but in return I want you to do the same.”

“ You really are like your sister.”

Caroline smirks “Do we have a deal.”

Klaus nods “ My father died when we were young and right after my father died my mother died of a broken heart. I was nine when that happened Katerina was ten and Davina was seven we were sent to live with our aunts. Everyday we were teased people even threw rocks at us chanting that stupid chant witch witch your a witch. I never wanted to get my heartbroken like our mother so I cast a spell but many many years later the man I made up in my spell come into my life. The worse part is the man is trying to break up my family.”

Klaus looks at her she is close to crying and is being so open with him. “ What is this spell that your younger self cast?”

“ A true love spell. You can’t love something that doesn’t exist, but I was wrong the man does exist the spell must of worked because right now my heart is breaking because he is tearing my family apart.”

Klaus is listening to every word she is saying but can’t believe it “ If I may what are the characteristics you used in your spell.”

“ He will have blue green eyes that sometimes shine gold, be British, have dark blonde curly hair, he will have a delicate but muscular face, will wear two necklaces, be a bit paranoid, charismatic, manipulative, tough, artistic, sarcastic, calculating, possessive, and vengeful if anyone harms or makes me sad.”

Klaus is shocked everything she just said was him to a T. “You said you made this spell and these characteristics for a true love spell?”

Caroline nods “Your my true love.”

“So when you read my palm earlier and said you already met the woman of your dreams you meant you.”

Caroline nods. Klaus is quiet for a few seconds then speaks “ I’m breaking my true loves family apart. I will fix this.”

Klaus makes a call “Stefan your brother died of alcohol poisoning. Katerina Petrova had nothing to do with it she wasn’t even with him when he died.”

Klaus leans over to kiss her. “ It wasn’t this case that lead me here it a feeling it was you. When I saw you cutting down those roses I felt like I had come home like I had just found the missing piece.” He backs them up to the wall and she puts her legs around his waist she kisses him. There’s a knock on the door “ Go away.”

Davina runs into the room “ Caroline its Katerina she needs our help somethings wrong with her.”

Klaus let’s Caroline down she looks up at him “ You want to see what I can do without you trying to arrest us for murder.”

Xxx

As they are running up the driveway Caroline and Davina hear Katerina say “ Caroline Davina I need you.”

They run up to Katerina’s room and her chest is in the air she’s being possessed then a dirty dusty Damon rises out of Katherine.

Klaus and Kol ran after the girls Klaus pulls out his gun. “ Put the gun away it won’t work.”

While Damon is circling both Mikaelsons Caroline and Davina make there way over to Katherine who is laying on her bed breathing very heavily.

Damon sticks his hands in both Klaus and Kol’s chest and squeezes their hearts but Klaus badge burns him. He pulls his hands out and looks down and there is a star burned into his hand.

Damon turns into dust and tries to attack the guys but disappears. Davina and Caroline pulls Katerina into a hug.

“ That was Damon Salvatore what is going on you said he was in a spirit world.”

“Yes but I also said he was haunting us.”

Xxx

Davina went to check on Kayla while Caroline brings Katerina downstairs to make her some tea. Davina comes into the kitchen and Katerina begins to speak but it’s not her voice that comes out its Damon’s. “ Who do you choose me or Stefan?”

Caroline and Davina share a look and Caroline punches her in the face. Katerina falls to the floor unconscious.

The front door opens and aunt Jenna and aunt Liz come in “ We’re too late.”

“ Our instincts must be rusty.”

Then they notice the guys “ Oh hello.”

Davina introduces the guys to the aunts.

Xxx

“ This is what you get for doing spells we told you never to do.”

The aunts have Katerina tied to a chair “ We have to banish him force his spirit back to the grave. We need a full coven twelve women.”

Caroline calls Enzo who is on a date with his girlfriend Bonnie Bennett “ Enzo I need your help. I need you to come to my house and bring Bonnie and all her friends.”

Bonnie is the mayors daughter. She thinks Caroline and her sisters are weird. “ What’s going on is everything ok.”

Caroline looks back at Katerina strapped to a chair “ No remember earlier when I said I’m in trouble well now I’m in even bigger trouble and I need twelve woman to help me fix it plus i need them to bring brooms.”

“ What is going on?”

“ Katerina is possessed by a evil spirt and we need to banish him and send him back to the grave.”

Xxx

The aunts told Klaus and Kol to clear the living room and find get every candle they can find. They found all the candles and Caroline goes into the room after calling Enzo. “ Watch this” she flicks her hand and all the candles light.

Klaus looks around and all the candles are lit he didn’t believe until now. “ You are amazing.”

Enzo arrives with Bonnie and her friends. “ Come in come in.”

Bonnie has never been inside the house she has always wanted to go inside but she heard the rumors surrounding not only the house but the residents of the house. “ Just to be clear I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for Enzo he asked and I love him.”

“ Always a pleasure Bonnie.”

All the women are in the kitchen and aunt Liz is stirring a brew in a big pot. “ Now all you have to do is keep stirring dig in. You get used to the smell.”

Xxx

All the women have joined a circle and are holding the brooms so they are over lapping each other Katerina laying in the middle of the circle. Caroline, Davina, Liz and Jenna start chanting in Latin the rest of the ladies try to follow.

Katerina is rolling around on the floor yelling no. Katerina tries to attack her sisters but the circle is a barrier spell so it knocks her back.

Caroline and Davina stop chanting and bend down. “ It’s going to be ok Katerina.”

The ladies put the brooms down and step back “ Don’t leave me.”

Caroline and Davina are laying outside the circle while Katerina is still inside. “ Never.”

“ He’s stronger than me. What if I can’t fight him?”

“ Your the strongest person we know. You can fight him and win. Remember your blood is our blood we will always be together.”

Katerina faintly says “ I love you Caroline, I love you Davina.” Then closes her eyes.

“We love you Katerina.”

Xxx

Caroline and Davina look at each other and at the same time say “ Our blood.”

“ Everyone form a circle we have an idea.”

They remove one of the brooms and Caroline and Davina sit down with a bottle of bourbon “ Damon I got a present for you.”

Katerina opens her eyes and they know Damon is possessing her right now. She starts rising and looks around. “ Are you thirsty?”

She starts reaching for the bottle and Caroline takes it away and drinks it “ You can’t have it.”

Katerina goes to attack them when the other women grab her and both Davina and Caroline slice their palms and slice Katerina’s palms and join hands. “ Your blood is my blood we will always be together. ”

“ Put your arms around each other.”

Caroline and Davina pull Katerina In for a hug. While the other ladies join hands around the sisters. White light surrounds the sisters and they see Amara then a gust of air breaks them apart. “ Katerina.”

“ It’s me I love you two.”

“ We love you.”

Aunt Liz and aunt Jenna look up and there is a dark dusty cloud above the circle. “ Girls move. We aren’t done yet.”

The dark dusty cloud falls to the circle. They ladies sweep it into the backyard and Caroline, Davina, and Katerina pour the brew aunt Liz made on the ashes. As they pour they hear no.

“He’s gone.”

Xxx

The ladies and Enzo leave and it’s just the sisters, aunts, and Mikaelsons. Klaus goes over to Caroline “ My true love is a witch and I couldn’t of been more proud and amazed by what you can do.”

Caroline puts her arms around his neck “ So does that mean your sticking around this weird town to be with me.”

Klaus leans down and pecks her on the lips “ Maybe.”

Caroline turns towards her aunts “ Aunt Jenna, Aunt Liz I forgive you and when we were holding on to each other we saw Amara.”

“ My sweet girls you broke the curse your love for each other is so pure and happy that it broke the curse.”

Kol sweeps Davina into his arms “ I love you Davina claire.”

“ I love you Kol Mikaelson.”

Kol gets down on one knee “ Davina claire I have waited so long to ask you this. Will you marry me?”

“ Of course yes a thousand times yes. ”

Xxx

That Halloween the whole town including the women who helped free Katerina, Klaus, Kol and all their siblings joined outside the house. While Caroline, Davina, Katerina, aunt Liz and aunt Jenna have black dresses and witches hats on went on the roof. They go to the edge of the roof open their black umbrellas and jump. The town claps as the witches’s feet touch the ground. The town has finally embraced them.

Klaus comes over to Caroline and kisses her.

Katerina puts her arms around her sisters shoulders. “ Who is that handsome guy?”

Caroline and Davina look where Katerina is looking and she’s klaus and Kol talking with the mystery man. Davina answers “ That’s Elijah, Klaus and Kol’s older brother.”

“ I think it’s time I get myself a Mikaelson.”

The three sister laugh. Their bond is stronger than anything and nothing can break them apart.

#klaroline infinity week #katholine #klaroline #kolvina #caroline forbes #katerina petrova #davina claire #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #damon salvatore #aunt jenna #liz forbes #my drabbles #klaroline movies

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What I Didn't Write in 2016

Plotbunnies that I never ended up writing (and, if I'm going to be honest with myself, probably never will).

Ghost Allison - Death wasn't enough to stop Allison from protecting her friends. (ETA: Never Mind.)

Jordan and Derek, Guilty (BR)OTP Fic (Unrequited Marrish and Sterek) - Jordan and Derek hate themselves for loving Lydia and Stiles. >:)

Post Season 2 Allison/Lydia, with Pregnant Lydia - Jackson impregnated Lydia just before he died in the Season 2 finale. Allison steps in.

West Wing Sterek AU - Stiles as the First Son, and Derek as the President's assistant. They are basically Zoey and Charlie. That's it, that's the plot.

Stiles-Centric AU (Witch!Claudia -> Warlock!Stiles) - A completely plot-less AU/idea about Claudia having been a powerful witch, and Stiles having inherited some magical ability from her.

Sheriff Stilinski Was Once Johnny Cage (Stallison or Gen) - altered to fit the Teen Wolf universe, the events of the Mortal Kombat movie were the manipulations of the nogitsune, before it was re-imprisoned back in California. When it escapes again, it intentionally possessed "Johnny Cage's son".

Avatar Scott AU (Sciles) - Scott is the Avatar, and Stiles is his non-bending best friend who he doesn't go anywhere without and who helps him learn. The Swamp Tree is called the Nemeton, and the academic fox spirits at the library are getting corrupted, which leads to one possessed Stiles.

Werewolf!Sheriff (Sterek) - The Sheriff gets Bitten, comedy and angst ensue. Let's be real, if I wrote this, it would mostly be angst.

Teen Dad Stiles (Pre/Post Sterek) - Babies don't make everything better, and in fact can ruin your lives, especially if you're a teenager.

Chris/Melissa/John Fic - What was originally a farce just to fuck with Rafael blossoms into an actual relationship. Their kids...try not to think about it.

"Seraph Stilinski" (Gen) - Claudia was a demon, the Sheriff is an angel, and all the forces of Heaven and Hell are deadset on making sure the world never finds out they had a kid together - the best way to do that being to kill the kid.

Stiles Number 7 (Clone AU, Derek & Stiles, Derek's POV) - Stiles is one of several clones, who are all based on Dylan O'Brien's other acting roles.

Trans Scott Fic (Scott & Stiles - Possible Sciles?) - Scott was born female, but is a boy. Stiles was his first and fiercest advocate, which is why the nogitsune acts like a transphobe the moment it possesses Stiles.

Details below!

Ghost Allison

ETA: So I ended up not only writing a fic for this one, but making a fanvid as well. Go figure.

Exactly what it sounds like: Allison is a ghost. I play around with various ghost mythologies, but the end result is that the pack realizes that Allison never left and she's been with them all along (which is why no one in the pack ever died after 3B). She sent Scott back after Theo killed him, she nudged Lydia in the right direction when she was in Eichen House, and she intentionally made Scott think of her when her own ancestor, Sebastian, tried to claw him for the memories.

This one, though, I'm actually not writing because I have an idea on how to make it a fanvid, instead. ♥

Jordan and Derek, Guilty (BR)OTP Fic (Unrequited Marrish and Sterek)

Basically, a fic which takes the age differences seriously. It's a lot of Jordan and Derek slowly realizing the other one is also, like themselves, attracted to a teenager (who, even while "legal", they just do not feel comfortable trying to start a relationship with, for many reasons, age merely being the biggest one).

It oscillated between humorous (the boys commiserating over the snarky teen geniuses they're in love with) and dark (the boys sleeping with each other and openly using each other as a "distraction" from the kids they are in love with). It was going to end with these two working behind the scenes to set up Stydia, figuring that Stiles and Lydia were better off with each other than with them, and then Derek and Jordan kinda parting ways and moving on, better able to love their respective teenagers from afar.

Post Season 2 Allison/Lydia, with Pregnant Lydia

Inspired by this gifset. Jackson actually died in the Season 2 finale, and Lydia found out she was pregnant with his baby soon after - and with Jackson dead, she refused to abort it. My twist is that Lydia's pregnancy is progressing against the backdrop of canon (though in an AU where, because Allison stayed to help Lydia through the pregnancy, she helped find Erica and Boyd, meaning they lived, and the Hale pack was more cohesive by the time Deucalion made his move). Lydia is explicitly targeted by the alpha pack because of her pregnancy (since the pack is an actual pack in this AU, practically everyone sees Lydia as family, and thus her baby as their future niece/nephew). The nogitsune tried to make her miscarry - though thankfully, it failed, if only barely. The fact that it was distracted attempting to cause the miscarriage meant Allison survived, though also only barely. Lydia was with Derek when Kate attacked, so the baby was born prematurely. Allison - at this point fully in love with and dedicated to Lydia and the baby - is furious, so when the pack goes to rescue Derek, she kills Kate for hurting Lydia and potentially killing the baby. Luckily, the pack comes back to Beacon Hills to find Lydia and her baby daughter are safe and on the path to recovery. The baby is named Jackie, after her lost father, and everyone loves her and all the bullshit of Season 4 never happened. The first full moon even reveals that the baby is actually going to be a werewolf, which Lydia is - much to everyone else's surprise - delighted by. Lydia is grateful to have the power to protect her friends, but being a banshee is traumatic and she's glad to know that her baby won't have to suffer through it. The epilogue is Satomi introducing herself and her pack to Scott and his pack - not from the fear and death of the deadpool, but to celebrate the new arrival to Scott's pack.

West Wing Sterek AU - First Son Stiles

Derek comes to the White House looking for a mailroom job, needing to support himself and his sisters after the rest of his family is killed in a brutal housefire. Due to a series of shenanigans, he gets hired as President Stilinski's body-man/personal assistant, instead. He eventually ends up dating the First Son, Stiles, and life seems good for him...until the First Family, the staff, and Derek are shot at by Neo-Nazis, because they object to the First Son being in a gay relationship. They stick together through that, though they split up later for personal reasons...yet Derek still loses his mind when Stiles' new boyfriend's stupidity gets Stiles kidnapped. As such, they eventually reunite (with only a little bit of meddling from Stiles' dad.) (This based off the Zoey/Charlie arc in The West Wing. Charlie's mom was a cop killed in the line of duty, and the Neo-Nazis attack because Charlie is black while Zoey is white. After they split, Zoey's new boyfriend gave her some E despite her already saying she didn't want it, and while he had no nefarious intentions beyond that, this made her vulnerable and led to her kidnapping.)

Stiles-Centric AU (Witch!Claudia -> Warlock!Stiles)

AU where Claudia was actually a very, very powerful witch. Stiles and the Sheriff have known about the supernatural world all along (Scott only found out after he was Bitten), and this somehow nebulously led to no real change in the events of Season 2, but after it, Erica and Boyd were saved from the alpha pack, and Allison stuck around town instead of leaving, so come Season 3 - when the story starts - the pack is a more cohesive pack, Allison is rebuilding her Hunting group/"family" with a new code, and Stiles is formally training to become Derek's emissary (and then Scott's, once Derek gives up his spark to save Cora, while Scott becomes the True Alpha). This one, I chose not to write because while I had some individual scenes and such planned out, I had no actual plot in mind.

The closest was some weird rom-com bullshit in which a coven comes into town and accuses the pack of breaking into their stuff/breaking some old wards of theirs. It's about to turn into a fight until Scott and Stiles show up and recognizes "Stiles's mom's book-club friends", and the witches recognize Scott and Stiles. They have trouble believing that the little boy who used to play with Stiles is now a True Alpha, but they do realize Stiles' "breaking" the wards/shields were genuine accidents - those shields were originally set up by Claudia, and the only thing more powerful than them are talismans she gave to Stiles and the Sheriff (made out of the Sheriff's old dog tags). They actually want Stiles to come with them, but they shrug it off when he declines and chooses to stay with his pack. One of the witches who is new to the coven tries to instigate a fight, but they're all like, "we can't fight them, we helped potty train them!" That's quite literally the extent of my planning for this fic. :P

Sheriff Stilinski Was Once Johnny Cage - Mortal Kombat (Stallison or Gen)

AU where "Stilinski" is actually Claudia's family name, which the Sheriff changed his name to in order to escape the fame of his movie days - he was actually born as Johnny Cage. Kitana was 'merely' a thousand years old, and a kitsune (halfway through the story, we find out she's Noshiko's older sister). Liu Kang is like Deaton, a Spark/Emissary/monk/user-of-magic (he grew up learning it, ran away from it, and the events of the movie were him coming back to that heritage). Sonya Blade is a Hunter from a Russian/Russian-descended family that has a testy relationship with the Argents (though she's not the leader yet in the events of the Mortal Kombat movie). The events of the Mortal Kombat movie were altered, so that it turns out the sorcerer Shang Tsung wasn't working for some other-dimensional demon, but the nogitsune (which Kitana accidentally released in the process of looking for her long-lost sister). The "tournament" was an elaborate human sacrifice ritual to superpower the sorcerer (and then/thus the nogitsune). Luckily, this original badass quartet managed to put a stop to the preceedings, and put the nogitsune back in its prison in California. Unfortunately, they were not able to capture Shang Tsung (which is why he later turns up leading a Yakuza ring right under Johnny Cage's nose in Beacon Hills - the actor playing Silver Finger is the guy who played the evil sorcerer in the Mortal Kombat movie). The story starts a few decades after that, though. Stiles is still very much the guy we all know and love, except that he grew up learning martial arts from his dad, his godfather "Uncle" Liu, and his godmothers "Aunt" Sonya and "Aunt" Kitana. (It's mostly just a hobby for him, something he does with his dad on the weekends.) The Sheriff and Stiles are both attempting to figure out or solve the supernatural drama, but from different directions. Both are attempting to protect each other from it, so neither of them know that the other one is involved until Matt's attack on the station, when they both know the kanima when they see it. Stiles learns the truth about his Uncle and Aunts, with Liu and Sonya even coming to town (though they don't really make it until after the Season 2 finale). Liu helps Stiles get started on learning how to be an Emissary, while Sonya (now the leader of her Hunting family) helps Allison clean up the Argent family and its mess. Kitana doesn't show up until the events of Season 3B, which is when it comes out that she and Noshiko are estranged sisters. Since Stiles genuinely sees Kitana as his aunt, this leads to him and Kira viewing each other as something akin to long-lost cousins. The joy of newfound family is short-lived, since the nogitsune has escaped yet again - and it wants revenge, which is why out of all the people it could've taken, it chose to possess Johnny Cage's son. >:) This fic was going to have a lot fun parallels between two quartets - the "original" quartet of Johnny Cage, Sonya Blade, Liu Kang, and Princess Kitana, against the "new" quartet of Stiles, Allison, Lydia, and Scott. However, it wasn't a fic I could really write about a single event or short period of time. Conversely, I didn't want to start yet another long, drawn-out, and heavily involved AU, when I'm already writing three of them.

Avatar Scott AU (Sciles)

From this post. Avatar AU, where Scott is the Avatar, and Stiles is his non-bending best friend and companion. Scott had many earthbending masters, though his most valuable lessons came from Stiles' father, the metal-bending Chief of Police. The Fire Nation hasn't attacked yet, but aspirations for world conquest are simmering in its royal family, the Argents.

Allison - a Yu Yan archer - has been exiled, ends up befriending the Avatar, and finds him the best fire-bending teacher possible: Kira, a lightning-bender. Monk Deaton teaches him airbending, as well as how to take care of the air-bison and all the other creatures of the Avatar world. (He is also an avid Pai Sho player, and taught Stiles how to play - and gave him a White Lotus tile when the boys finally left the temple after Scott mastered air-bending.) The Hales are the chiefs of the Water Tribe, who have always lived by the moon, and Derek is the one tasked to teach Scott water-bending.

Scott's first "mission" as the Avatar is to find out who is trying to attack the most spiritual tree in the world, the Nemeton. Before he tries, though, he has to go to The Library to learn about it. Unfortunately, something has been corrupting the fox spirits there, which no one realizes until one takes Stiles away from Scott. This was a premise, but there no actual plot to this, hence why I didn't write it.

Werewolf!Sheriff (Sterek)

In an AU where Erica, Boyd, and Allison all lived, and Isaac, Jackson, and Cora never left. Stiles has been instrumental in training all of them (especially once he sees what a disaster at it Derek was.) Werewolf shenanigans leads to the Sheriff getting Bitten by some rogue alpha, so now he has to learn how to be a werewolf. There are some good sides - he's loving how useful his new, enhanced senses are in his investigative work, and Stiles lets him eat whatever he wants. Unfortunately, he doesn't react well to the news that he can never drink again, and his first full-moon is trauatizing for everyone.

It was a lot of themes about how growing up can change your relationships with your parents and other parental figures around you. A big part of the story is that the Sheriff largely sees Scott as something akin to another son, but Scott has to be the Sheriff's alpha in order to protect him and everyone around them - and Stiles often unwittingly follows suit, as the Emissary. So their relationships kinda get flipped on their heads. And remember all the psychological nastiness of Scott's first full moon, and the physical violence of several other characters' first full moons? Yeah, imagine the Sheriff doing that, directed at his actual son and his adoptive son. >:)

(Despite not having enough of a plot to bother writing this, I did somehow develop plans for a sequel where this happens all over again because Melissa gets Bitten, too. However, in her case, she just asked Scott to Bite her, so she made an active choice to become a werewolf, well-aware of all the strife that would come with it.)

Teen Dad Stiles (Pre/Post Sterek)

Stiles and Malia didn't exactly use protection when they screwed in the basement of Eichen House in 3B, and Malia gets pregnant. In this AU, though, she never wanted to stay in the human world, so after she gives birth to the baby (toward the end of summer, just before senior year), she regains her coyote shift and returns to the wild - for good. Stiles is left with a baby, and the whole pack is supportive, and Derek in particular chips in a lot, since the baby is family (via Malia), and he's feeling a little bit responsible (for a variety of reasons). However, this isn't a feel-good fic where babies make everything better. Even with all the support in the world, being a parent is tough, and being a teen parent especially so. Stiles struggles with being a teenage father, and affects his social life, his ability to handle supernatural problems, and his grades - and with them, his career aspirations. He resents being a teen father, and slowly starts to resent the baby. Babies not only don't make everything better, but Stiles starts to feel like the baby ruined his life. Derek - seeing what could happen to the baby if she were raised by someone who resented or even hated her - demands full custody, and even threatens to sue for it. Stiles is resisting mostly because of what a massive blow to his pride and his sense of self this is, though also because he feels like Derek taking the baby out of obligation wouldn't be much better. (His resentment of being a teen parent is so deep, he doesn't realize that Derek - in a much better place in life to raise a child - actually looks forward to having a kid to take care of.) Derek is about to force the issue, but everyone remembers that while Stiles is the father, he is still a teenager, which is why the final say/official custody actually fell to the Sheriff - who saw the same thing Derek did, and thus agreed that the baby should go to Derek instead of staying with Stiles. The fic ends with the epilogue, which takes on the baby's first birthday, and when Stiles is getting ready to head off to college. There are no promises that Derek will wait for Stiles, nor that Stiles will ever "come back" or reclaim the baby. But Derek will always be there for Stiles, and while Stiles may not raise the baby, he will still be a big part of her life and try to do right by her in his limited capacity.

You can probably see why I didn't write this. Look, I'm sorry, but no matter how cute they are, sometimes babies not only don't make things better, they really do ruin people's lives.

Chris/Melissa/John Fic

This was a pretty cutsey fic idea, set in some nebulous post-S4 world, but where Allison lived and Isaac never left - and where Rafael McCall did, indeed, come back to Beacon Hills like he said he would in Season 4. However, he seems to be trying to 'reclaim' his place in the McCall family, refusing to see that Melissa has no interest in reuniting with him or that Scott neither wants nor needs him. (I consider this to be very OOC for him, though, which is a small part of why I didn't bother writing this.) The story actually begins after some minor supernatural scuffle results in Chris and the Sheriff crashing at Melissa's place for a night while the kids are out and about. The next morning, Rafael happens to barge into the house unannounced, sees Melissa making breakfast for Chris and the Sheriff (with Chris and the Sheriff in boxers and tee-shirts, since Melissa didn't have anything that could fit them), and jumps to the wrong conclusion. Rather than disabuse him of the notion, though, the three pretend they did, indeed, have some kind of threesome, leading to Rafael to storm off in disgust. They actually continue this facade for a while, much to the kids' amusement - it seems like the perfect way to throw people off their tracks, while making Rafael (and a few other interested parties) not think twice about some strange behavior. However, the fake relationship eventually grows into a real one, the three of them banding together to take care of and protect the kids in the face of all the supernatural crazy that is Beacon Hills. Their kids do find out that this "fake" threesome has become a real one. They struggle with it at first, for different reasons, but eventually come to be glad for their parents. (Mid-way through college, the two men knock up Melissa. The kids' reaction mostly boils down to teasing the parents for getting into an accidental pregnancy after having spent years lecturing the teenagers on practicing safe sex specifically to prevent something like this from happening. But when their baby sister is born, they spoil her to bits.)

"Seraph Stilinski" (Gen)

A kind of very dark Good Omens crossover/AU, with a lot of Saga undertones to it. Heaven and Hell have long been at war with each other, a conflict as old as humanity itself. One of the most powerful Arch Angels and another very powerful demon left their respective sides after falling in love with each other. They became human, which hid them from their former comrades, and spent multiple lifetimes together like this. Eventually, they even had a child together, taking great pains to make it look like that child was adopted, should someone unfortunately discover them. However, they realized too late that the process of having a child would doom the mother - which led to Claudia's human form deteriorating. She probably could've been cured just by undoing the human body and returning to her former self, but to do that would've been to reveal her location to the depths of hell, and possibly the truth about her child, so she died rather than put her husband and Stiles at risk. Supposedly, the Stilinski family happens to have been in Beacon Hills for a long time, and have passed down some uncanny resemblances, which is one no one questions it on the rare occasions they could swear they see John (or, I guess he's Noah, now?) in some decades-old photograph or century-old painting. However, some things aren't adding up, and by the end of Season 2, Stiles knows his father isn't human, and is a lot older than he looks. But the Sheriff is keeping remarkably tight-lipped about it all, which doesn't make sense until Stiles is possessed by a demonic fox-spirit...who the Sheriff says is, in the closest approximation to human terms, Claudia's brother - and thus, Stiles' uncle. And to think Derek thought he had it bad!

I also didn't write it because it was sprawling into some multi-million year angelic/demonic conspiracy. The reason why Claudia and John tried to hide that Stiles was their kid was because a angel-demon child was taboo, due to myths that such a child would be tremendously powerful. They were very confused when their baby was human, though relieved to see this would make him easier to hide. However, various "higher ups" in both Heaven and Hell still want this kid dead, and eventually, everyone figures out why. It's not that Stiles is particularly powerful, but that all humans are - they are not bound to any concept, object, element, or natural entity like angels, demons, spirits, and most supernatural creatures are. Things that devastate other creatures - iron, salt, silver, etc. - humans cloak themselves in, and powerful roots or herbs like mountain ash have zero effect on them. Despite humans being so physically weak and slow and their senses being so dulled, they've taken over the planet, and they can even leave it, a concept that up until recent was deemed impossible by everyone on and around Earth. In the purely physical sense, humans are "weak", but from the supernatural standpoint, humans are tremendously powerful (and/or rather, invincible). So why to the "higher ups" want him dead, if all humans are powerful? Well, Stiles is proof that all humans - all of humanity - are descendants of angels and demons. That thing about the conflict between heaven and hell being as old as humanity? Well, Heaven and Hell - angels and demons - predate humanity. Stiles - a confirmed child of an angel and a demon - is living proof that they weren't always at war, and that in fact there was so much fraternizing/uniting between these two sides, they created enough "demon/angel children" to create a whole new species: humans. Stiles is living proof that angels and demons can coexist peacefully, so of course everyone wants him dead before word of this gets out. This got very convoluted and extremely Sheriff-centric (with surprisingly little of Stiles or the pack in it), so I never bothered writing it. The Sheriff is popular, but not that popular/not on his own, so I doubted this would get read much, and if it's just for myself, why bother writing it when I can enjoy a story in my head?

Stiles Number 7 (Clone AU, Derek & Stiles, though surprisingly not necessarily Derek/Stiles)

A Clone AU, loosely based off of the tween novel series Amy Number Seven (which is like the middle school version of Orphan Black, but focused on the character coping with the clone background after finding out about it, rather than the clone mystery itself). Mostly Derek's POV. Basically, Seasons 1 and 2 are largely unchanged, except there are multiple implications that Stiles was kidnapped as a child and only recently returned home, but Derek doesn't know or figure out the details. Meanwhile, throughout these events, Stiles and Scott make a lot of references to Stiles getting help from mysterious "cousins" and "brothers".

After Matt's attack on the police station, Stiles calls in those mysterious cousins. Derek meets this AU's version of Minho, Brenda, Theresa, and Newt when Stiles goes missing after the Championship Game in the S2 finale. They are Stiles' "cousins", and despite the fact Stiles has been kidnapped, everyone agrees Stiles was kidnapped by "someone local", so the problem isn't big enough to warrant calling in Stiles' "brothers" just yet. Derek still had no clue what the fuck is going on, but not only are Stiles' cousins clearly child soldiers, Stiles himself actually manages to disable Gerard in that basement, and he's the one that frees Erica and Boyd. The warehouse battle still happens, and Stiles' mysterious cousins vanish soon after, and Derek is still very confused - even more so because Stiles is disturbingly competent and militant when it comes to finding and rescuing Erica and Boyd. (And also because Stiles disappears to "go help his cousins/brothers" once or twice throughout the summer.) However, the nogitsune is a BIG problem, which is when Derek gets to meet Stiles' "brothers" - clones.

These clones are all basically OC's inspired by/based on Dylan O'Brien's other roles. In this universe, the kids were made by some evil organization trying to produce soldiers, and these kids were the experiments/subjects. They survived, escaped, etc. - and now this story is about their lives afterwards. (The "cousins" were various experiments in how to amplify certain human strengths, while the "brothers" were just an experiment to successfully clone human beings. The next step was basically to "combine" these two experiments - clone people with those amplified traits - but these kids escaped and destroyed the organization doing this before that could happen.)

This was going to be fun once Stiles' "brothers" roll into town, because neither the pack nor the "cousins" are willing to kill Stiles - but his brothers are, and in fact are setting out to do that, leading to the clones working against the pack and the "cousins". The clones are all completely normal humans, while the pack are obviously supernatural, and the "cousins" have some superpowered traits (amplifications of hints of what we saw in the books), not to mention they've got the law and Hunters on their side (via the Sheriff and Allison). Despite this, the two sides are pretty evenly matched. Later, Stiles thinks that his "brothers" should very easily have been able to kick everyone else's asses, so he thinks they just didn't try hard enough because they didn't want him to die, and doesn't believe they were actually outmatched; some of his "brothers" are...not disagreeing. :P

Trans Scott Fic (Scott & Stiles - Possible Sciles?)

A fic where Scott had been born genetically female, but is transitioning to male - and has been for quite a while by the time he is Bitten. There is a lot of dysmorphia because the werewolf Bite interferes with the transition process, but Stiles learns magic specifically to counteract these problems. There was also a big plot arc where this interfered with Scott's ability to completely turn into a wolf (but once he does, the wolf form is male). To be honest, there wasn't much of a plot, just a lot of smaller ideas or scenes I had in mind. The ones I originally came up with - and at the center of the story - are something which I expect would be extremely controversial at best.

Stiles has always been Scott's Number One advocate, and his first defender in the face of transphobia. Where Scott tries to assume the best of people and educate everyone, Stiles thinks Scott shouldn't waste his time and that transphobes should just go die in a fire. Stiles was the first person Scott ever told, and he was the one who helped Scott talk to his parents to get the transition process started, when Scott was too scared to.

So when a thousand year old chaos spirit intent on causing as much emotional pain as possible possesses Stiles, what does it do? Deadnames Scott, constantly calling him by his birth name and intentionally referring to him with female pronouns as much as possible. This is directly parallel to Scott's transphobic father coming back into town and doing the same thing, insisting that Scott is his daughter, deadnaming him and misgendering him. What Rafael is doing to Scott out of transphobia, the nogitsune is doing because it knows how much it hurts Scott (and Stiles). What transphobes insist is "natural" or "right", the nogitsune is using as a weapon in its psychological warfare - because it's just that bad, that painful, and that devastating.

#teen wolf au #teen wolf fanfic #or at least ideas for them #teen wolf #nyxie writes things #or rather #nyxie DOESN'T write things

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