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sporadiclilbook · 3 years

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Can I request a Claude x reader x Sylvain fic with an s/o who acts coy but is actually scarily perceptive? Like they notice Sylvain's inner turmoil almost right away and they notice the echoes of Claude's trauma in being ostracized and alienated and their care manifests in extremely subtle ways. How would they react once they find out that they're pining for the same person?

I hope ya like this anon! Hoping that this is how you wanted it too. Golden Deer!reader for plot reasons.

Truth of your mask

(Yan!Sylvain x Perceptive!Reader x Yan!Claude)

You hummed as you walk through the halls of the academy to get to the dining hall. Everything was going normally, nothing much was happening other than getting a new teacher. A former mercenary no less. However you can't seem to read them at all. Not even when you try to talk to the new professor. No smile, no frown or pout. Just.....blank. Usually it was pretty easy considering how most people is full of expression, but your new teacher was like a blank canvas.

It interested you, truly. Perhaps you can continue to observe them and learn a thing or two. You sit down at one of the long dining tables to dig in into your favourite meal. You ate a bit slow considering there was no need to rush. You suddenly heard someone sitting right next to you and immediately knew who it is. "Is there something you need, Sylvain?" You asked as you blow softly on your food to cool it down. "Nothing just checking up on the most attractive person I know."

"Stop it Sylvain, there are lots of other attractive students here too you know....." As you pretended to blush and faced the opposite direction of him a bit. Now you may not be the best with close ranged combat and prefer to strike afar but you admit, you were quite good at intel gathering. Whether it's playing a shy role or feigning ignorance, you think you were quite the expert at it. "No need to be shy now babe, show me that beautiful eyes of yours." Sylvain was a tom fool to you, to think he would easily fall for this act is hilarious to you.

Slowly looking at him, you predicted that he would be wearing that same flirty grin that he always have talking with literally anyone he fancies in the academy. "I-uh....my eyes aren't exactly that extraordinary." You quickly averted back your eyes to your food. Eating it up a bit quicker now. You would have looked at him longer but everytime you do you felt something was off with him. You've seen him flirt around before. His expressions was all the same. It was a typical playboy face. It was different of course when he was alone. There were times when you catch him spending his time in solitary. That's when you notice the pain he has.

It looked like regret and weight of responsibilities. Doesn't help that he is the heir to House Gautier because of his crest. You approached him once, when it was raining, to talk to him a bit. Sure he was annoying at some times but letting him stand there looking so miserable didn't felt right. Of course this doesn't reveal your perceptiveness to him. To most it would look like he had a bad day but to you? You knew he was clinging onto something negative. Something he can't run from.

Ever since that day, he always seemed to make an effort to speak with you. Sometimes Felix or Prince Dimitri will berate him for disturbing a student from another class but there was no real harm, were there. Maybe he just want to make you one of his flings. At least that's what you thought until you see it in his eyes. It was not an usual flirty eyes. It was not lust or some kind of playboyish ones.

It looked like infatuation. Genuine infatuation.

That's when it hits you. It must have been something related to his past. Was he not loved by his family? Is this why he was seeking flings, hoping to finally find the one? Did he decided you were the one simply because you talked to him to ask if he was ok?

Perhaps you were wrong. There are times when your expertise was wrong. Rarely, yes but the chances are not zero. But for now, you will keep him at an arms' length. "Nonsense, your eyes shines brighter than the stars." You smiled sheepishly at him. Not knowing what to respond. He was about to talk more when suddenly a new yet familiar voice join. Your house leader, Claude.

"Well well if it isn't Mr.Smoothtalk, he's not bothering you right (Y/N)? What am I saying of course he is." Claude was like you, observant. But he only looks whats on the surface and not below. But who knows, he was quite eccentric. Maybe he does know you're feigning ignorance. Maybe he doesn't. But then again he would have talk to you about it. He's secretive but sometimes he will overshare his thoughts, ones that has no purposes anyway. You remember the day you enrolled here. Being a citizen of the Alliance automatically sorted you into Golden Deer. He was nice to you. Welcoming you and showing you around. In fact all of the Golden Deer was. Leonie might said something without thinking at times but she would apologise. Raphael was a gentle giant. Hilda was lazy but you reminded her of Marianne and that wanted to make her put in effort.

Claude was always all smiles and schemes. Even so, not even he was immume to you. When you spot him in the crowds of students it was clear as day. He felt isolated. Different. Foreign even. It intrigued you. Why would he felt out of place? Could it be tied to the fact he suddenly show up as the grandson to the leader of the Alliance? As curiosity plagued you, you made an effort to befriend him slowly. Pretending to have problems with class that you known he was good at and even picking up a bow sometimes seeing how his heirloom relic weapon was the bow Failnaught. He learns about you and vice versa. One of his simple mistake was when he invited you for tea.

He served you Almyran tea. He asked what you think of the tea and you just said tea was tea. Just like how people are people. The blend is different but in the end, it's just another beverage. He seemed delighted at your answer and you were delighted at his actions. He was Almyran or half-Almyran. It make sense seeing how Lady Tiana eloped a long time ago. Even after years, people talked about it. You decided to keep it a secret. You didn't really care about his heritage. What only matters to you was bringing back the cat that was killed by curiosity with satisfication.

Oh however. He too, had the same look upon his face. The same as Sylvain's. No one notices it, only you did. From their expression to their subtle acts. How Sylvain's pick up lines sounds like him courting you instead of flirting. Claude subconscious favouritism over you. And it scared you, truly. What were they planning exactly? Does Sylvain needed someone to finally let out his trouble thoughts to? Did Claude wanted to see if he can become vulnerable around you and reveal his secret himself to you? What is their true motives?

"Oh? Hello to you to Mr. House Leader. No need to worry, I'm not bothering them too much." Claude sat to the vacant spot next to you. "Yeah I can see that. But talking to someone who is enjoying a hot meal isn't that nice you know." You continued eating as you ignore their bickering. At least neither of them would talk to you and instead hurled passive-agressive responses to each other. When you finally finished your meal, you stood up. "You're done already (Y/N)? I was hoping I could talk to you a bit but see you at Golden Deer I guess." It was clear as day that Claude specifically said to meet you in class as in a mockery to Sylvain. "U-uh, yeah....see you at class Claude..." With that you returned back to class.

Claude and Sylvain sat together in a tensed silence. But they knew why they were still sitting here. The still noisy atmosphere of the dining hall proved perfect to conceal their conversation. "(Y/N) huh? Not a bad taste but I'm afraid you can't have them." Claude chuckled at Sylvain's statement. "Can't have them? They're in my house. They're Golden Deer not Blue Lions. And you think you have a chance?" Sylvain gritted his teeth at him. "And so? That won't stop me." Claude just shooked his head at him. "Oh Sylvain, maybe if you didn't use all your brains for pick up lines you'd have a great chance. It's unfortunate we liked the same person." Claude smirked at him. He knew the day Sylvain kept pestering you that he was also lovestrucked like he was. But Claude thinks you don't deserve someone like Sylvain. While Sylvain thinks Claude is trying to take advantage over your 'meek' personality. Seeing how schemeful he is.

"Bring it on then, Riegan."

"Don't hold it against me when you lose, Gautier."

#sporadicpage #yandere x reader #yandere fe3h #yandere fire emblem three houses #yandere sylvain #yandere sylvain jose gautier #yandere claude von riegan #yandere claude

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wonderlandhatter · 3 years

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Will you read to me?

Pairing: Spencer x femReader

Summary: You're feeling unsettled after a case, so Spencer helps you get some sleep and get a smile back on your face.

Word count: 1863

Warnings: fluff (is that a warning idk), mentions of an unsub, feeling overwhelmed after an unsub touches you (just your hand and waist nothing in detail). Tiny bit of angst I think mostly fluff though

A/N: Ok so this is my first attempt at writing a fic, it ended up being longer than I thought it would be, anyways if you would like to give me some feedback that would be greatly appreciated, hope someone out there enjoys this, I really liked writing it. Ooh also if I missed any warnings pls tell me.

A/N2: Hey so my old account got deleted so I'm reposting my fics if you have a sec I would appreciate it if you could boost it so i can try and get to where i was, thank you.

It had been a tough case, especially for you, the victimology fit you in every way and so you had been used to draw the unsub out, nothing had gone wrong but you could still feel his hand where he had touched yours, his alluring presence was lingering around you , all you wanted to do was go home and shower this feeling off but first you had to get there.

Unfortunately, there was still 2 hours left in the flight. So, until you did get home you would settle for sleep hoping time would pass faster, though you just couldn’t stop your mind from thinking, well overthinking. Spencer noticed this and it hurt him to see you like this he himself knew nothing had happened but he didn’t like the thought that you had even gone near that creep, to think about what he would have done to you, if the circumstances were different.

He couldn’t imagine what he would do if something had happened, you and him were close, very close, you had first bonded when he noticed your Dr who coin purse on your first day at the BAU, he hadn’t gotten a chance to say anything because at that moment Garcia bubbled into the bullpen announcing that they have a case. but when he saw it again on the jet, he couldn’t resist but to ask if you like the show, you love the show and your face visibly lit up at the mention of it as did his, you both exchanged a few words before Derek piped in to ask if that was the show with the flying phone booth but before Spencer had the chance to correct him, you did. ‘well firstly it’s a Tardis which stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, secondly it isn’t a phone booth it’s a police box.’ Once you finish you simply smiled at him but before he could answer you piped up again early. ‘ ooh ooh and do you want to know why it’s a police box’, Derek honestly couldn’t care less but he couldn’t bare to take away the joy in your face that was brought by this nerdy little show you clearly loved, Spencer might also have been giving him a look that said ‘don’t you dare say no’, so he decided to indulge you, ‘sure kid tell me why it’s a police box’. Spencer saw your face light up even more if it was even possible, and so you began’ So the Tardis is supposed to change in appearance depending on where it is because of a component that is called ‘the chameleon circuit’ but something happened to it so it no longer works and is stuck as a police box, its explained in the first Dr who series in an episode called An Unearthly child. Oh and…..’ by this time Derek has lost interest and was only half listening but Spencer’s full attention was on you as you talked about something that clearly brought you joy, at this point he decided to chime in and so you two spent the rest of the jet ride to wherever it was you were going discussing your favourite episodes, plots and Drs. And so, a beautiful friendship began to bloom.

As spencer’s memory of that day came to an end he couldn’t help but be visibly sad at how much of a contrast your feeling were to that day, there was no smile so big you had dimples no hands moving around animatically as you talked and no interrupting your own sentences as you thought of something else you thought needed to be said. And certainly, no you trying to convince him that David tenant was the best Dr. now there was only an uneasiness about you, you looked sad and in slight distress.

Spencer couldn’t keep sitting there doing nothing, he wanted to take those feelings away no, he needed to take them away, he wanted to go over to you and hold you, place you on his lap and let you bury your face into his cardigan like you had done so many times before on your movie nights, but that wouldn’t be appropriate while the entire team was around, and he didn’t want to make you feel worse by being so forward so instead he stood up from his seat opposite Derek and J.J and made his way to you on the sofa holding his book, you were sat in the corner looking so small, holding a now cold cup of tea.

Your mind was anywhere but there so it took Spencer calling your name quietly before you realised anyone was sitting there, and as you saw him all those bad feelings were drowned out by those of joy and love, they weren’t gone but their overwhelming words were dulled, Spencer just had that effect on you, you weren’t completely sure when your feeling changed from hey that’s my friend, to hey that’s my friend who I would like to kiss, marry, and have babies with. Maybe it was the day he showed you how to do physics magic, or the day he brought you coffee every morning for 2 weeks because he spilled one the previous day on your white shirt, or maybe the first time he hugged you, you knew he wasn’t big on hugs but after a tough case for everyone he could see you needed it and honestly once he was there holding you he never wanted to stop, after that he wouldn’t hesitate to hug you, you both waved it off as friendly but you both just wanted to be as close as possible, maybe when you came to terms with the fact you would both try your best to have physical contact with each other, be it holding hands or falling asleep on each other’s shoulder is when you knew you wanted a lot more.

You were brought back by Spencer’s voice, ‘are you ok’,’ ‘oh, ah yeah sorry , my minds just wandering I guess’ you said looking down at your hands feeling bad for lying, he clearly knew you weren’t he was a profiler after all, and as you stared at your hand you once again remembered his lingering touch on your left hand, before your mind could wander further Spencer held your hand ,he spoke up ‘ don’t think about him, I know that’s what your doing , but he’s gone now were he cant hurt anyone else, were he can’t hurt you’. You looked away from him feeling silly ‘I know that, I don’t even know why I’m acting like this it’s ridiculous honestly he didn’t do anything he just touched my hand and waist but the thought of his hands on me just makes me feel sick, it’s like I can still feel him and I just want to wash it off and that’s all I can think about every time I try to sleep, I just want to sleep and forget about it spence’ as you said this you subconsciously scratched the back of your hand where his had been, spencer took both your hands once again before you could hurt yourself, ‘hey y/n, it isn’t silly, after seeing the crime scenes and knowing what he did to those women it is perfectly reasonable to be feeling like this’ you nod at his words and lean your head on his shoulder as you take in his familiar comforting smell, ‘thanks Spence’ you hear him hum in response as his head leans on top of yours.

You sit in comfortable silence just being with each other not even realising he hadn’t let go of your hand, it isn’t like you had made a move to either, and neither of you were planning on it. The jet was silent as everyone was either asleep, or going through some files, it was peaceful, it was wonderful.

You were the first to break the silence ‘what are you reading’ , ‘Alice’s adventures in wonderland’, you looked up at him from your place on his shoulder with a soft smile and simply stated ‘that’s my favourite book, I have a copy in my desk right now’ , ‘I know, that’s why I’m reading it, ‘ his reason made your heart swell as he continued, ‘even though it Is considered a classic I’ve never actually read it, I must say I am enjoying it’, ‘how far along are you’, ‘about half way’. Truthfully Spencer could have been done with the book already even though he had started it at the beginning of the flight, however this book was different, this was your favourite, this one meant so much to you and so he wanted to take it all in, he wanted that feeling you get when you first read a line that impacts you, a feeling you only get once with that line, a feeling he was getting often in this book because he knew you loved it and so he loved it.

The silence was disrupted by a very large yawn coming from you, he must admit you looked very cute when you were tired (he may also love the fact you were wearing one of his cardigans that you had claimed as your, and you also had very cute sweater paws). ‘Here lie down’ Spencer said, you knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep so you asked, ‘will you read to me’ there was barely a beat before you felt the need to justify your request, even though you didn’t need to he would do anything you asked. ‘it’s just I don’t think ill be able to sleep, and your voice is very calming’, the last part you said quietly and felt a light blush on your cheeks, spencer simply smiled and simply answered ‘of course ill read to you’, and so you laid you head down on his lap and he began reading once you were fully comfortable, ‘would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’’ ‘’that depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’’ said the cat………’’ and so Spencer kept reading to you, an you kept listening, his hand made its way to your hair and began to play with it while your hand drew lazy nonsensical things on his leg , and as you heard the words you had read a million times before, and as the man you held so much love for played with your hair all your worries and thoughts melted away and you slowly let sleep take over , you felt conflicted as you didn’t want to miss this, miss Spencer’s voice recite something that meant so much to you, it was like hearing a completely new story, but at some point you let it take over and so you were finally able to sleep, Spencer never stopped reading to you or playing with your hair in fear of disturbing your peace, he was so happy there was a smile back on your face, he would read to you every hour of every day if it meant seeing you smile.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fic #criminal minds #spencer rwid x reader

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blurry-fics · 4 years

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Hard Feelings

Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Warnings: Profanity, small anxiety attack, angst

Word Count: 4245

Request: josh and bed sharing 😭😔💕✌🏻 -@panickedbrain

Author’s Note: Hopefully this super long fic makes up for my sporadic posting schedule! I hope you enjoy it :) (picture credit)

“Here, let me get that for you,” Tyler said, grabbing your duffle bag from where it had been crammed into the backseat.

Shortly after waking up drenched in sweat, you had received an email from your apartment building that the air conditioning had stopped working overnight and was in the process of being repaired. That part had been manageable, even if it meant sitting on the couch in an oversized t-shirt directly in front of a fan on full blast, but by the time lunch rolled around, a second email had come through saying the issue was much bigger. The estimated time until it would be fixed?

Three days.

You had called Tyler immediately, asking if you could crash on his and Josh’s couch until the issue was fixed. After ten minutes, and what you assumed had been a household meeting, you got the confirmation that you would have a nice, air conditioned place to stay until your own building was back up and running. Half an hour later, you were speeding down the highway towards Josh and Tyler’s house on the edge of Columbus, a duffle bag full of your essentials tossed into the backseat.

“Thanks,” you said, slamming the trunk closed after him and hitting the lock button until the car beeped. “And thank you again for letting me crash here until my building is fixed. I don’t think I would have lasted another hour in that heat.”

“It’ll be nice to have you around.”

“I doubt Josh shares that sentiment,” you snorted. Ever since you and Josh had met, there had always been a sort of rivalry between you two: he teased you about not going on enough dates while you teased him about going on too many. This, of course, was only an elaborate coverup for how you truly felt about him.

“You’d be surprised, he actually seemed pretty excited to have you around.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’ve known him for three years, of course I’m sure.”

You followed him into the house, instantly reveling in the feel of cool air washing over your body. Tyler, not even slightly phased by your reaction, continued to walk straight into the living room and dropped your stuff onto an unoccupied chair in the corner. This, you assumed, would be your closet for the indefinite future.

“Where’s Josh?” you asked, realizing that you had been inside the house for more than thirty seconds without hearing a sarcastic remark.

“Out on a run. He should be home soon.”

“In this heat?” You looked out the window, as if to confirm that the sun was still, indeed, shining.

“I don’t claim to understand his actions,” Tyler said, holding his hands up in defeat. “Want anything to drink?”

“I’m ok, but thanks.”

You finally sat down and kicked your feet up on the coffee table, allowing yourself the first moment of true relaxation since you had received the email from your building earlier that morning. Tyler continued on into the kitchen. The sound of cupboards being closed and cups clinking together filled the once-quiet house.

You were about to ask Tyler about a recent date that he had been on when the front door swung open, letting in a gust of warm air. The conversation was immediately forgotten as Josh stepped through the door, his chest still heaving beneath his sweat-stained top. Strands of hair were pressed to his forehead, but he quickly ran his hands through them and pushed them back, making a mess of curls on his head. He started to look your way, so you quickly averted your eyes. The magazine on the table sure was interesting, huh?

“Hey, Y/N,” he said. You could detect his shortness of breath in the way he was talking.

“Hi,” you said, shooting him a smile as if this were the first time you had laid eyes on him. “Have a nice run?”

“It could have been better.”

He bent down to untie his shoes. His shirt - which really should have been considered a tank top, considering how much of the sides he had cut away - fell forward, revealing his sweaty chest underneath. You only stared for a moment before ripping your eyes away, already feeling your cheeks get hot. It just so happened that this was the moment that Tyler walked into the room. He caught your eye and wiggled his eyebrows, which earned him an eye roll.

“You know you want him,” he mouthed.

“Shut up,” you mouthed back.

Josh finally stood up and stretched. Though it was tempting to glance at him, you kept your eyes fixated on the posters hanging on the wall. Tyler already had too much ammo to tease you with as it was.

You were relieved when Josh finally went upstairs and you no longer had to overthink every glance in his direction. Tyler collapsed down onto the couch next to you and took a long sip of his drink before kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.

“Should I even say it?” he asked.

“It wouldn’t work, Tyler.”

“How do you know? Have you dated him before?”

The shower started to run upstairs.

“I don’t need to date him to know.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but that’s a little ridiculous.”

You turned to look at Tyler, letting your head roll back so that it was rested on the cushions. He took a sip of his drink and raised his eyebrows, waiting for your answer.

“It’s not! All it takes is one glance at us to know that we’re complete opposites, and we’re always poking fun at one another about it. He’s outgoing, confident, charming, willing to take risks… we really couldn’t be more different.”

“Haven’t you heard that opposites attract?”

“Haven’t you heard that’s bullshit?” you scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Josh always flirts with shy people because he thinks it’s cute.”

“Well he’s never flirted with me, so that must mean that he doesn’t think I’m cute.”

“Now that’s bullshit if I ever heard it,” Tyler snorted.

“Name one time Josh has ever flirted with me.”

“Are you kidding? You two were all over one another at the arcade the other night.”

“I was trying to beat him at skeeball!” Tyler shot you a look. “What?”

“All I’m going to say is that he wasn’t having a skeeball competition with anybody else.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, Ty.”

“Come on, Y/N, will you at least give it a shot? One date?”

“I’m not putting our friendship at risk for the sake of one date that wouldn’t tell me anything.”

Tyler sighed loudly. “One,” he said, dramatically holding up his pointer finger, “one date is not enough to ruin a friendship if the friendship is strong enough. And two,” his middle finger flicked up to join the first, “one date is enough to tell you everything. How many times have you called me after a first date to tell me about how it wasn’t going to work out?”

You crossed your arms across your chest. Tyler was right and you both knew it.

“I’ll try, alright? But I’m going to take it at my own pace. And I don’t want there to be any meddling.”

“No promises,” Tyler grinned - a pit formed in your stomach - and leaned over to bump your shoulder with his own.

Before you had a chance to plead with Tyler not to get into the middle of it all, Josh came back downstairs. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a loose tank top, though it wasn’t as revealing as the one he had worn on his run. His hair, no longer sweaty, was still soaking wet and falling in loose curls around his face. Water dripped from them, running down his collarbone until they hit the hem of his tank top. Tyler gently reached over and pressed on your chin so that your mouth was no longer hanging open.

“What did I miss?” Josh said, grabbing the neck of his tank top and using it to wipe away a stray droplet of water.

“Not much,” Tyler chimed in before you had a chance to. “We were just talking.”

“Were you dying of boredom without my presence?” Josh grinned.

“You wish,” you scoffed. Tyler shot you a look, clearly unamused by your sarcastic remark in place of flirting. You shot him an apologetic smile when Josh wasn’t looking.

“So, Y/N, Tyler said you’re going to be staying with us for a few days,” Josh said. He slowly made his way into the living room and lowered himself onto a chair, obviously still feeling the effects of his morning run. His legs stretched out, making his shorts slip just a little bit further up his thighs. The hangnail on your thumb suddenly became very interesting.

“Unfortunately,” you said, looking up for just a second to meet his eyes.

“Oh, come on, am I that bad?” he stuck out his lower lip. You chewed on your own to hide the smile threatening to overtake your face.

Distracting was a better word.

“Tolerable,” was the one that left your mouth, however. “Most of the time.”

“You know,” he said, holding his hands up in defeat, “I’ll take it.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” Tyler sighed, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.

Josh answered, “Three days-”

“-give or take-” you chimed in, wincing a little as you pulled on the hangnail too hard.

“-of fun.”

“Fun,” he nodded. “Right.”

“Alright, I’m back,” Tyler said, gently sitting back down on the couch and resting his cup of water against his legs. “Everyone ready?”

You and Josh answered with mumbled agreement. After a busy afternoon of reading and writing music - ok maybe your afternoon wasn’t that busy - the three of you had settled in the living room to watch the latest Netflix series together. The plan had been to only watch a few episodes and then go on a late night drive together, but it ended up sucking all of you in. Now, half past midnight, you were all still lounging in the living room watching the fifth episode of the series.

“This is the last episode for me, though,” you said. “I need to sleep at some point.”

“Good plan,” Josh nodded.

You turned to smile at him - the two of you had been getting along really well all night and you were beginning to think you might be able to follow Tyler’s suggestion after all - but your eyes went directly to his phone. His fingers were flying across the screen as he typed out a message to someone whose name you couldn’t quite make out. It only took one winky face emoji for you to figure out the nature of the message he was sending.

Maybe you didn’t even need one date to tell you everything.

Josh slipped his phone back into his pocket and you pushed yourself a little further into the couch, stretching your legs just enough that you could jam your toes into Tyler, a form of subtle punishment for getting your hopes up. He playfully pushed them away and you relented, not wanting to make him genuinely angry. He had only been trying to help, and it’s not like he had any control over Josh’s dating app habits.

You tried to get comfortable and pay attention to the show, but thoughts about Josh kept creeping back into your mind. It didn’t help that the fan in the corner of the room kept carrying the scent of his shampoo towards you. It was clean and nice and reminded you of mornings on tour when Josh would join you at the table to eat his cereal and ask you how you slept and tease you when you would tell him he was in your dream. Because that’s what you did: you teased one another and poked fun at your dating habits and most definitely didn’t flirt.

You pulled your sweatshirt up over your nose so that the only thing you could smell was your laundry detergent and the musty smell of your apartment that lingered on everything you wore. Now was not the time to have a crisis about your relationship with Josh and overthink every little interaction you had ever shared.

Thankfully, the show started to get interesting and your thoughts were quickly overwhelmed with trying to keep up with what was happening on the screen. Even though he was right at the corner of your vision, Josh was far from at the forefront of your mind.

“No way!” Tyler said, sitting up so fast that the water in his lap spilled all over your legs and the couch. He was still too preoccupied with the plot twist to notice. “She was- and he- you’re kidding!”

“Tyler!” you groaned, already feeling the water soaking through the material of your sweatpants to your legs.

“Oh shoot,” he said, finally noticing the mess he had created. “Hold on.”

Tyler quickly set his cup down and ran up the stairs. You gently removed your legs from the puddle that had formed and tried not to drip more water all over the place.

“So much for having a dry place to sleep,” Josh said.

Shit. You hadn’t even thought of that.

“I’ll just steal Tyler’s bed,” you sighed. “It’s his mess, he can pay the price.”

“Good luck with that.”

Tyler returned, now carrying a number of towels in his arms. He haphazardly tossed them onto the couch and started to pat at them, which seemed to be doing a surprisingly good job at soaking up the water. You grabbed one of the smaller ones and started to dab at your sweatpants.

“Hey, Dun, want to stop flirting and get off your phone for long enough to help us clean up this mess?”

“I don’t know, looks like you have it covered,” he said, looking over his shoulder.

“We do,” Tyler said, glancing at you.

“So it’s cool if I head up to bed?”

“Go for it.”

“Goodnight, guys.”

“See you tomorrow,” you said.

“Goodnight.”

You watched as Josh disappeared up the stairs and around the corner. After your talk with Tyler earlier in the day, tonight had not gone like you had hoped.

“Don’t even say it because I’m really not in the mood to hear it,” you said, standing up and throwing the towel down on the couch. “And don’t turn around.”

“Roger that,” he said. You could hear him continuing to dab water off the couch.

A new sense of frustration washed over you as you stripped off your sweatshirt in favor of an oversized Death Cab for Cutie shirt Tyler had bought you as a “congratulations for completing your first term of college” gift. He had given it to you the same day he announced he wouldn’t be coming back next term. At the time, you had been afraid that your newly formed friendship with him wouldn’t last, but here you were years later.

“Where am I going to sleep tonight?” you asked, failing to keep the edge of frustration out of your voice. You tossed your wet sweatpants over the back of the chair and pulled on your pajama shorts.

“With Josh.”

You snorted, “Very funny. You know, I’m beginning to think all the stuff you said about him flirting with me was bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit and I’m not kidding.”

You finished tucking your clean sweatshirt away in your bag and turned to face Tyler, expecting him to have his usual dorky “got ya” grin on his face. When you realized he was just casually scooping up the now damp towels, your stomach sunk.

“You’re not serious?”

“I am!”

“Tyler Joseph, you are not making me sleep in the same bed as Josh.”

“Watch me.”

You started to sprint towards the stairs - Tyler couldn’t kick you out of his bed if you were already in it - but Tyler was faster, even with the towels in his hands. He took the stairs two at a time and slipped into his bedroom, closing the door just before you could get a foot inside.

“Tyler, please,” you said, grabbing the door handle and jiggling it.

“Work it out.” His voice was muffled through the door.

You sighed. Once Tyler had his heart set on something, there was no changing his mind about it. That door was not going to open until he wanted it to, and your unwillingness to sleep in the same bed as Josh was not a good enough reason for him.

You stood in the dark hallway for a few minutes, contemplating the options that currently stood in front of you:

Suck it up and ask Josh if you could stay in his room for the night.

Sleep on the wet couch and deal with the discomfort.

Go home and spend another night in your sweltering apartment.

Sleep on the floor.

You groaned and childishly stomped your foot against the ground, not liking any of your choices. On the other side of the door, you could hear Tyler casually getting ready for bed without a care in the world. He didn’t have to worry about a broken air conditioning system or a stupid boy or where to sleep.

Stupid Tyler.

“Is everything ok out here?”

Could this night get any worse?

“Yeah, sorry,” you said, turning to face Josh. Your jaw nearly dropped upon seeing him. Sure, you had seen him in pajamas countless times on tour, but never like this. He was wearing a pair of Adidas sweatpants that were resting way low on his hips. You couldn’t help the way that your eyes slid up his torso until they met his. Some of his curls were falling into his eyes, which you really hoped meant he couldn’t see how blatantly you were ogling him right now. His mouth curled into a smile around the toothbrush that was half-hanging out of his mouth. Think, Y/N, think! What were you going to say? “I just thought I would be able to bargain with Tyler since he… you know, with the couch? But since I’m standing in the hall, you can probably figure out how that went.”

“Classic Tyler,” Josh said, pulling his toothbrush back out of his mouth so he could speak. “You know, you could sleep in here if you wanted. My bed is big enough for the two of us.”

You hated that Tyler’s plan was working.

“Um, yeah, sure. I just need to finish getting ready for bed.”

“Cool, just hop in whenever you want.”

How was he being so nonchalant about this?

“Will do,” you said, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. He laughed quietly and disappeared back into his room.

You took your time going through your nightly routine, trying to put off having to be in the same bed as Josh for as long as you could. Tyler was probably laying in his own bed right about now, completely alone, feeling satisfied with the work he had done in pushing you and Josh closer together. The thought of it was enough to make you want to kick down his door and chew him out for putting you in situations like this, even if deep down you knew he was just trying to help you out.

Josh was already in bed when you walked into his room, scrolling through his phone. His torso was no longer on full display, but the light of his phone was illuminating his features. You made an effort not to stare as you walked over and slipped under the covers. The blanket was thick, but the fan at the end of the bed was producing enough air to offset the warmth. Besides, any amount of cool air was an improvement from the absolute hell that you had woken up to earlier that morning.

“Are you comfortable?” Josh asked. They were the first words you had exchanged since you entered the room.

“Yeah. Thanks for letting me sleep in here, by the way.”

“I wasn’t about to let you sleep on the soaking wet couch. You’re supposed to be comfortable while you stay here, not dealing with an issue that’s just as bad as a furnace apartment.”

“Tell that to Tyler,” you snorted.

“You should give him a bad Yelp review.”

You and Josh both laughed.

“I’ll do it first thing in the morning.”

The two of you exchanged some more small talk before finally deciding that you should get some sleep. After your friendly conversation - that featured a few flirty remarks on both sides - you were feeling a little bit better, though you couldn’t deny the tension you felt now that the room was quiet. It was like you could feel every little shift in his sleeping position and all the heat radiating off of him and hear every tiny change in his breathing.

And it was making it very hard to get some sleep.

You carefully rolled over onto your other side, which meant that you were now facing Josh, hoping that the change in position would relax you a little bit. After checking the time, and realizing you had spent nearly half an hour trying to fall asleep to no avail, you closed your eyes and tried to calm your mind. All you had to do was get to sleep, then you didn’t have to worry about Josh anymore. He would become a problem for you to deal with in the morning.

Unfortunately, sleeping Josh had different ideas. He rolled over, leaving his nose inches from yours, and flailing his arms all over the place. Your hands were just barely touching, sending tingles into your arm and erasing what tiny bit of tiredness you had managed to accumulate. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest from just that tiny bit of contact.

And you were supposed to spend all night in a bed right next to him?

Suddenly overwhelmed, you shot out of bed, tripping a little over the mess of blankets you had made while trying to fall asleep. Josh sat up instantly, his hands splayed out on the bed behind him, holding him up. He squinted, looking around the room until his eyes landed on you.

“Are you ok?”

“I can’t-” you heaved, “I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”

“Do what? What’s going on? Are you awake? Am I awake?”

“We’re both awake,” you said, resting a hand on your chest.

Josh slowly threw the covers off of him and got up, walking around the bed until he was standing across from you.

“What is going on, Y/N?”

“It’s just you and me in the bed and it’s overwhelming and I don’t know what to do.” The words were spilling out of your mouth before you could stop them. “First it’s the teasing and Tyler’s remarks and the pretty people on Tinder that are so much better than I’ll ever be and now I’m here in your bed and you’re right there and I can’t sleep because I can’t stop thinking about all of it…”

“Hold on, slow down, I don’t understand,” Josh said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I like you, Josh, a lot. And I know I tease you and act like I don’t, but I really, really do.”

Josh closed the space between you, resting his hands on your cheeks with just enough force to finally get you to look at him. His eyes were shining.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

His lips crashed into yours and he tasted like toothpaste and smelled like shampoo and his skin was warm underneath your fingertips but not sweaty and you were completely lost in him. You liked the way his calluses brushed against your cheeks and how his lips fit perfectly with yours. You liked a lot of things about him, really.

“Sorry, that was really embarrassing,” you mumbled when he finally pulled away.

“It was cute.”

“Me practically falling out of your bed because our fingers brushed for half a second and then ranting at you incoherently at two in the morning is not cute,” you laughed.

“If I brush against your fingers right now, will it happen again?” Josh smiled, leaning close enough to you that his nose pressed against yours. His fingers ghosted the length of your arm and eventually brushed against your hand, his pointer finger just barely curling against yours.

“All my cards are already on the table.”

“I like your cards.”

“What?” you giggled.

“I don’t know where I was going with that,” he laughed with you.

“Thirty seconds into this… whatever it is and you’re already losing your cool.”

Josh grinned. “What can I say? You just do that to me.”

“Alright, that’s it, we’re going back to bed,” you said, grabbing Josh’s arm and dragging him back towards the bed.

“What do you think Tyler will say when we tell him about this?”

“I can already see the look on his face when we tell him he was right,” you sighed, sliding back under the covers. Josh joined you and opened his arms, inviting you to lay on his chest.

“If it makes you feel any better, he has to deal with us for the next few days.”

You smiled, “If we’re lucky, he has to deal with us forever.”

“I like the sound of that.”

When Josh leaned down to kiss you again, the entire world faded away.

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artisticestheticreads · 5 years

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SoulMates

A/N: I have no clue where this came from but I am so glad I wrote this. Inspired by NOLA culture and by my family on my ‘baba’ side. If y’all are into supernatural, romance and what not then I hope you enjoy this fic with our favorite Disney Prince and OC, Estelle DeVille.

WARNING: Tearjerkers, supernatural, ookie dookie spooky tings and little fluffy moments.

SONG INSPIRATION: Basin Street Blues by Louis Armstrong & His Hot Five

It was a cool New Orleans evening as the sun was setting and when a woman sat in her space. Her family was known as one of the most loyal readers to go to. Rumor has it, that the DeVille Bloodline were able to tell the future; dreams made, love and death were what they can tell. The woman and her family had cocoa brown skin even though the Creole stereotype was that they should have fair skin and straight hair. Her place wasn’t like her grandmother’s at all. The walls were a cream shade, with red sheer curtains falling from the ceiling. Gold accents like vases and chest rested in random places. Her black tinted glass table was home to a glass orb where she can see one’s future. There were plants such as ferns, cactus, sunflowers, and roses around the parlor. Her grandmother’s old record player placed a Louis Armstrong record; it brought her back to her childhood.

The young lady looked at the mural of her ancestors as her fingers played with the royal family jewel around her neck being held up by a gold chain. Her arms were covered with a long galaxy wrapped around each forearm and the middle of her back had the zodiac sign, Libra, on her back. She had a charm bracelet wrapped around her left wrist that dangled with a cross and she had on huge gold hoops with studs up and down her small ears. She wore a white tank top, distressed jeans and a headwrap made of fine Louisana fabric.

She heard the door open with a slight ding and her a male’s first. “Hi, I’m..”

“Erik Stevens, also known as Killmonger, Navy Vet, 6′0 and a half, no tattoos, dreaded hair and a smile that can kill. But your family knows you by N’Jadaka Udaku, son of Prince N’Jobu. You were born in Oakland, CA but your blood on your father side is from Wakanda, the wealthiest part of the whole world.” She finally turned and he saw her chestnut eyes, small nose, and full lips, Her brows were shaped to perfection and her baby hairs were also styled nicely. “Damn, you are good. You must know-”

“Everything. Unfortunately, I do. It’s a blessing and a curse. I am Estelle Marie DeVille and I will tell you all you need to know. Please, have a seat.” She watched him as he strolled over with a wandering eye. He wore a navy blue sweater, jeans, and combat boots. She stood in her place as she continued to watch him. “Would you rather me call you, Prince, Prince N’Jadaka, or just Erik.” He looked up to her and said: “either one is fine.” She nodded before taking her seat and shut the blinds; the lit candles around made the ambiance. “So, let’s see. I have a feeling you want to try and contact your father in something called ‘the Ancestral Plane’. Correct?” He folded his hands on the table with a small nod. “I wanna see if he can give me some pointers or if he has any words for me.” She smiled as she said “I know. Now, we can call him if you like but I must warn you, you might feel a chill or two as we do this. The first step is to summon him is for us to touch fingertips” as she closed her eyes.

“So, just the tip,” he said and she cracked a smile. “I forgot to mention how humorous you are. Now, touch your fingertips with mine and shut ya eyes, Prine N’Jadaka.” She held her fingertips with her palm facing down and he placed his upwards once he shut her eyes. That’s when she felt it, an oddly suspicious electric shock went through her whole body then a warm feeling settled in her stomach. She peeked at the prince and noticed his eyes were still closed so she settled in her seat. “Ok, Prince, we both must keep your eyes shut no matter how many voices you hear around. Understood?”

“Got it.”

“Okay, good. Now, I must call him.” She cleared her voice and recited the words. “Esprit, montrez-vous, révélez, esprit, venez à moi pour que je sache que vous êtes réel! Spirit show yourself, spirit reveal, spirit come to me so I know you are real!” She repeated this three more times then all of a sudden he heard many of voices. Voices of people he had murdered in his Navy Days, T’Chaka and Zuru all sung around him. He felt chills all over and Estelle can sense it as well. “Prince N’Jadaka, take three deep breaths, in and out. Once you do this and be calm, those voices and unwanted chills will go away. You will be able to see your father and feel warm around.” He adjusted his shoulders and took the breaths to calm down.

“Good, now. Let’s summon him instead. Prince N'Jobu, montrez-vous, esprit révélé, esprit venez-moi donc je sais que vous êtes réel! Prince N'Jobu show yourself, spirit reveal, spirit come to me so I know you are real”, she stated and when she did the Prince felt nothing but warmth around him. “Baba, is that you?” There was a faint voice in the distance but then it got closer with footsteps and the feeling of a hand onto his shoulder. “My son, you are looking good since the last time I saw you.” N’Jadaka felt his heart stop when he heard his father voice clearer than anything. “My son, why have you summoned me”, N’Jobu asked and N’Jadaka felt his soul sadden. “Baba, I am not sure if I can handle the grief much longer. The people I have ended, all to try and destroy our blood. I am still amazed that T’Challa and the others have forgiven me.”

“N’Jadaka, we are not perfect. We all make our mistakes, trust me. You were forgiven by the family because they are not one to judge. I hope you don’t mind but I brought someone along.” N’Jadaka felt a presence on the other side of him and lips to his cheek. His nostrils detected a smell he noticed from his childhood. It smelt like freshly trimmed roses and clean laundry with a hit of cinnamon. He felt a tear fall before he asked “ma?”

He felt a hand on his right shoulder and another on his left cheek bringing him closer to his right side. “Hi, my baby boy.” He broke down crying, still with his fingertips on Estelle’s. “Hey, ma.”

“Awe, baby. Don’t cry, okay? You too damn handsome to cry”, she said as she wiped his tears. “Baby Boy, I am very proud of your growth and you are a blessing to me and your baba. I knew you were gonna be special when iI held you for the very first time. I want you to know that things happen for a reason, baby. Just trust the process, okay? And I promise that you will continue to be strong. You got the royal blood in you and even better you have my blood and my heart with you at all times.” N’Jadaka nodded and asked, “baba, what does ma look like now?” N’Jobu got closer to his ear and said “let’s see. She still has that caramel complexion, that amazing smiles, those dimples that made me fall for her and her hair is longer now. She is a true vision. She looks kinda like that young lady over there. Can she hear us?”

“Hmmm, not sure. Let me see. Young lady, can you hear us”, his mother asked but received nothing back. N’Jobu looked to N’Jadaka and to his wife next. “My Son, I am sorry but we have to leave now. Just remember that we will always be here. N’Jadaka. And we will be watching and guiding you through everything.” His mother looked into her son’s face and realized all the time she had missed out. She caressed her son’s cheek and kissed the other. “I am so sorry I wasn’t there, baby.”

“I forgive you, ma. I always will”, he said with a nod but eyes still shut tight. “We love you, my prince”, she said as her hand left his cheek and shoulder and fell into N’Jobu’s. “My son, keep this woman around. I get a nice feeling from her. A very nice one.”

“Me too”, his mother said as they walked away hand in hand. “We love you, our prince”, was the last thing he heard before Estelle cleared her throat. “Prince N’Jadaka, are you okay”, she asked. He nodded and felt her fingertips leave his. “You can open your eyes now but slowly.” He did so and when he did, her eyes were on his face. “Would you like a cup of tea before we finish up”, she asked. “Yeah, thank you”, he said wiping his face as she got up to her eating area. She began to brew a cup of jasmine tea and sat back down. “So, you couldn’t hear them? Like at all”, he asked watching her pull out her golden chest. “Well, I could have but I can tune spirits out easily. I wanted to give you three a little alone time.”

She began shuffling the deck of cards as he watched and her train of thought went to the feeling she had early and why was it still there to begin with. She never had that shock before when she read touched someone. “So, N’Jadaka, how was it?” He looked around then finally at her. “To be honest, miss DeVille. I thought this was all a joke but I don’t think you can fake smells and feelings like that.” She looked up to him with a smirk. “Nah, this isn’t some New Jersey Medium or whatever that broad’s name is.” They laughed and heard the tea kettle. “How do you like your tea, Prince N’Jadaka”, she asked walking to the kettle. “Three cubes of sugar and honey is fine.”

“Ah, just like me”, she made the tea and him his cup. “Thank you. So, what are the cards for”, he asked before sipping. “Well, we can tell what your future has in store just be four simple cards. It’s actually interesting to see what the cards can tell.” She sipped from her tea and held the cards in her hand, getting ready to draw them. She pulled the first card and placed it in the table for him to see. “Well, look at that. Strength. The strength here means inner strength of character. Not surprising at all.” She looked up N’Jadaka as he smiled and the warmth in her belly got stronger.

When she pulled the second card, there was “the Temperance card. This signifies calm, balance, tranquility, and avoiding extremes. Temperance is cautious, keeping one foot on dry land. Something we all need in this world.” She pulled the other to see “The Moon, a mixed bag at best. This card represents intuition, but also subconscious fears and dark impulses. The Moon is associated with the eerie, mysterious elements of our unconscious minds, including recovered memories and nightmares.” This brought a look to N’Jadaka’s face but when she pulled the final card, she looked over at him and felt like this was a sign; she placed the card down.

“The final card is... the Lovers card represents love, of course, and of the most rarified kind. The lovers share the deep emotional, physical, and spiritual connection you could expect from the kind of couple who calls themselves ‘lovers’. The two lovers stand among symbols of fertility and intimacy. Now, lemme further”, she thought to herself silently to try and figure all of what it meant. “Estelle, are you okay”, N’Jadaka asked her with a furrowed brow and she felt the shock again but this time he touched her hand.

She took her hand from his touch and said “okay, now. Your sign is an Aquarius, compatible with Gemini, Aries, Sagitarrius and”

“Libras”, he said which shocked her. He leaned back with his tea in hand and said “Libras and Aquarius have a strong connection when the first meet. They will naturally attract to each other, whether as friends or more. A relationship between Libra and Aquarius always brings positive results. They match both on an emotional and a mental level. You can, say they are something like Soulmates.” He sipped his tea as she sat there stunned. As the signs were there, but she couldn’t fall for it. She put on her poker face as she got situated. “Very good, now the final step. I will say what your future has in store.”

She leaned forehead and said, “okay, I need you to hold your hands on the orb and I will place mine on top of yours.” He placed his hands on the side and his eyes fell on her. She was very hesitated to do so but she had to shake off her nerves. Once she placed her hand on his with her eyes closed and a straight face, the heat was stronger than ever. Her eyes flew open to the orb and what she saw confused her more than anything. She saw herself...why was she seeing herself? She wasn’t supposed to see her own future. Right when she was about to let go, she saw herself kissing a man. He was tall, muscular built with...dreads. She was him leaning down wrapping her legs around his waist sharing a smile and then an intimate kiss.

N’Jadaka watched her eyes as the watched the ball. The ball was just the same but when he looked into her eyes, it was the most incredibly beautiful thing he had seen. The orb mirrored a glowing purple with swirls of pink and blue with sparkles all over. Kind of like a galaxy. He watched her with a smirk on his lips.

Meanwhile, Estelle saw herself in a wedding gown, a mermaid fit and the groom in a navy blue suit with his hair braided back. The scene looked as if it was futuristic but still modern in a way and they were surrounded by the royal family and the Dora Milaje like she has seen on TV. Another was the couple in bed, nude and her eyes shut; head resting on the man’s chest. His face finally appeared and it was the prince himself. He kissed her forehead as she slept. Then it fasts forward to them, old and gray. Dancing and being happy. She looked up at him and he looked to her, finally sharing a loving kiss and hug.

Once the vision was gone, the orb went back to its natural state. Her eyes looked up to him with his eyes still on hers. Her lips were parted and still couldn’t believe what she had seen. Her hands still rested on his as he asked: “Estelle, what did you see?” She slowly took her hand away from his and shook her head. “Maybe, I can tell you over dinner. If you don’t mind. I, uh, I know this really nice restaurant just up the street.”

“I would like that”, he smiled to her and she did the same. Once they blew all the candles, she slipped on her maroon cardigan and locked up as he stood to wait for her. They began walking and talking with his arm finally wrapping around her shoulders; she had her left arm wrapped around his waist as they laughed. Estelle looked back at her store then to the Prince thinking, “maybe, we are destined to be, huh” with a smile.

I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what yall think.

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joj-parisol · 5 years

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Heartbreak Hotel (Paul McCartney x reader)

summary: just some teen fluff then angst

warnings: death and angsty shit and potentially shitty writing

A/N hi this is the first fic I’ve ever posted so I’m FUCKING TERRIFIED YAY. pls enjoy and don’t be mean! im kinda proud of this and teen paul is precious so fun. this might be bad but hopefully whoever reads this enjoys !! now as she helped boost my confidence enough to actually post this, I especially hope that @casafrass enjoys !!here we go !!!!

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Paul and Y/N had been best friends for years. Pretty much their entire lives. They’d gone through everything together, grown up from little kids who ran around the playground hand in hand singing to teenagers who sang and played their guitars, in the others bedroom.

They didn’t go to the same school, unfortunately. Paul went to a nice grammar school in Liverpool whilst Y/N didn’t go to school at all. She took books from the library and studied whatever topics she cared for. Granted, this made her quite slow and dim when it came to maths, but she could spout fact after fact about Victorian fashion.

Y/N locked herself in her room during the day, hiding away in her bedroom at the back of the house. Not that she hid from anyone. The house was empty. It always was.

But at half three every day, Y/N would leave her books and walk down to Quarrybank Grammar School. She waited outside the gates, until Paul appeared. He would sling his arm around her waist and pull her close as they walked to their spot.

It was in the summer he plucked up the courage to ask her to go with him. It was the last day before the summer holidays, so there was an excited buzz in the warm summer breeze. Daisies littered people’s front gardens, except for those who had freshly cut grass sprinkled on their lawns, which kicked off peoples hay fever but gave the air a fresh scent. Paul had discarded his school blazer and jumper into his bag and his white shirt was unbuttoned and rolled up at the sleeves. His guitar case occasionally bashed his knees and the breeze swept his hair back even more.

Their footsteps led them down a secluded path, away from the roaring and rowdy school kids who didn’t care about the motor cars on the roads as they ran across them at the last minute. The path was grassy, but had been treaded by many others so the grass was smushed into the earth. The pair of teens chatted idly, strolling along at a leisurely pace, without a care in the world. Black birds chirped above their heads in the blue afternoon sky.

They halted once they reached a small apple tree, which had provided a bed of blossom petals for the pair to sit on. Y/N pulled a crisp red apple from one of the low branches and sat next to Paul. The tree shielded their eyes from the sun and the blanket of shade reached Paul’s knees and the middle of Y/N’s shins. This was a usual occurrence now that the nights were long and light and the grass only held dew in the mornings.

“Play me somethin’, Paulie.” Y/N asked, nudging the guitar case with her foot.

“If I must,” Paul teased, opening his guitar case and slinging it into his lap. He dug a pic from out of one of his blazer pockets. “Any requests?” He raised his eyebrows at her. He knew the answer to his question. It was always the same song. Their song.

“You know what song, you ass!” Y/N’s use of an ‘affectionate’ nickname as she put it made Paul laugh.

“No need for heckles already, Love. I know the one.” Paul smirked at her and strummed the guitar, checking if it was in tune before beginning to play.

The first few notes of Elvis’ ‘Heartbreak Hotel’ where, quite literally, music to Y/N’s ears. She smiled as Paul played, engrossed in his guitar. When he began to sing, Y/N’s vocal chords couldn’t help themselves as she jumped in, singing along, her feet tapping and shoulders swaying to the tune.

Paul’s singing faded out as Y/N’s got more passionate, her voice going up and down. His eyes flicked up to her every once in a while, enjoying seeing her so engrossed in her singing. She was so effortlessly beautiful with closed eyes and knitted eyebrows. Her hands moved expressively as she sung and her cute nose scrunched when she sung certain notes.

The song was nearing the end and Paul focused back on his playing until Y/N’s voice changed drastically. It was deep and expressive and sounded strangely exactly like Elvis. Paul stopped playing for a moment and looked up at her. She was mimicking Elvis with her face as well.

“Well now, if your baby leaves you,

And you got a tale tell

Well just take a walk down lonely street-“

She was dancing like Elvis, well as good as she could whilst sat down.

It made Paul laugh and stop playing completely, which made her stop singing, with a pout and a glare. Paul’s laughter doubled up on him and he fell onto his back, laughter still tickling him. Y/N couldn’t help herself as laughter crept up on her.

“It’s a brilliant impression, love, yeh just don’t quite have the hair.” Paul rolled onto his side to face her and gestured to her long, soft hair that was the opposite of Elvis’ dark greased pompadour.

“Well, my performance would have been even greater if my guitarist hadn’t just stopped randomly.” She raised her eyebrows accusingly and stuck her tongue out at him. He stuck his out back at her.

“Your guitarist? I was the one who was singing first! You took over from me.” Paul teased straight back with a grin. She rolled her eyes and brushed him off.

“And it’s a good thing I did. Your an awful singer, McCartney. Absolutely dreadful.” Her comeback was overcome with a laugh as Paul gave her an exaggerated shocked look. He held his hand up to his heart protectively.

“Well. I know who I’m no longer singing to.” Paul ‘humph’-ed dramatically, crossing his arms defensively. It made her laugh even more and her laugh seemed contagious because Paul soon gave up and laughed.

They sat next to each other under the apple tree for three more hours. The sky turned a muted blue and the birds had stopped chirping, nestled in their nests rather than soaring through the sky.

They left the apple tree, hand in hand. Paul’s hands were warm and Y/N’s were cold against his warm skin. They always held hands so she thought nothing of it but Paul burned up, avoiding her gaze so she wouldn’t see the dusting of pink on his cheeks. He walked her home, sticking to the everyday routine. She leaned into him, resting her head on his shirt clad shoulder.

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” Paul asked out of the blue, blurting it out into the comfortable silent air between them.

“You mean tomorrow, Paulie? Today’s Friday, you ninny.” Y/N laughed and slowed down her steps as they reached her home.

“Well yes, I guess.” Paul’s voice was awkward as he stopped completely. There was a slight red blush on his cheeks. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed and she took a step toward him, resting her hand on his arm.

“Are you alright, Paul?” She used his actual name out of concern. He nodded, but a grim sort of smile was on his face. “Ok, well I am free tomorrow and Sunday and everyday after that, it’s not like I have anywhere to be on school days but it’s the start of the holidays so I really don’t have anywhere to go.”

“Good, well would you maybe want to maybe come with me?” Paul asked, staring into her eyes.

“Come with you where?” Y/N returned his question with a question, staring back at him expectantly.

“Oh right. To the Fair in Woolton?”

Y/N was confused. They always went to the summer Fair together. Why did he need to ask if she was busy if it was tradition they went together?

“Paulie, we always go together. Of course I want to go with you.”

“No-I mean like, together together.” Her eyes widened in shock and realisation and Paul’s heart dropped.

“Like a date?” She asked breathlessly, her eyebrows raised.

“Yes, if you want. And please stop doing that with your eyebrows. It’s making me nervous.”

Y/N grinned at him, with normal, unraised eyebrows.

“You know what, yes. I’d love to go with you. Only, and I mean only, if you apologise about your rudeness towards my Elvis impression.”

Paul laughed, so damn relived she said yes and didn’t just run into her house and never speak to him again.

“Ok, my sincere apologies about my rudeness towards your Elvis impression.” Paul apologised. sounding as serious as he could. She laughed and nodded.

“That’ll do, I guess.” She cheekily smirked. He began to protest but was cut off as her soft lips pressed into his cheek.

A bright red blush followed the kiss. She smirked and Paul smiled bashfully, stroking his cheek subconsciously.

“See you tomorrow, handsome.” She winked and his blush became severe. Before she could leave, Paul caught her arm and plucked a daisy with pink petals from the grass in someone’s garden. He tucked it behind her ear and kissed her cheek. He pulled away, his warm fingers brushing over her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She shivered but grinned.

The pair walked away from each other, cheeks burning. It felt as if Paul could still feel her fingers intertwined with his and her tender kiss made his cheeks tingle.

———

Paul could still feel her kiss on his cheek many years later. It was their parting kiss that young summer day in 1956. And they would use that kiss everyday afterwards. No matter what, they would both end up with a kiss on their cheeks

Every time they met after school. Every time they met after Paul preformed in the cavern. After every performance he played on TV or played in front of thousands and thousands of people, she would be the one to kiss his cheek and receive one in return.

Paul kissed her cheek after they had their first night together. After she got a promotion at work. After she then lost her job at work. After every fight. After he had carried her bridal-style into their first apartment. After she had cried watching him preform on the Ed Sullivan show. After she accepted his marriage proposal.

After they said ‘I Do’ and started the next chapter of their life together.

But one day, Y/N couldn’t return his kiss.

The pair weren’t much older now, only twenty four. They were beginning their own family and had been driving home from dinner with John, Cynthia and little Julian, who was excited to soon have a cousin.

Despite Paul’s drunken protests, Y/N affirmed she could drive. Unable to drink anyway, she had to deal with Paul, who had been drinking with John for who knows how long.

His speech was slurred and woozy, laughing at random things which made Y/N think that maybe it wasn’t just alcohol him and John had occupied themselves with.

It was when he leaned over to kiss her, that another car came speeding round the bend. Y/N hadn’t noticed the vehicle as she laughed at drunken Paul who tried his hardest to be seductive.

The impact of the other car made her scream. The car spun out of control, making her scream. The car smashed into thick trees but she didn’t scream. Paul screamed, the alcohol leaving his system. He sobered up when he didn’t hear her. His head throbbed and he couldn’t feel his legs properly but his vision was hazy. He couldn’t tell if it was through tears or impact.

His beautiful wife. His beautiful, beautiful wife. It looked as if she was sleeping. Her eyes were closed, arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. She looked so peaceful. Paul reaches out for her. His hands felt as though they’d been set on fire.

He shook her shoulders as gently as he could.

“Y/N....Y/N please.” His words came out in sobs and he grew more desperate. She had to wake up. “Wake up, Y/N! Wake up!”

He shook her but she didn’t wake up. Her body just fell into Paul’s lap. His body was overcome with sobs. He held her close to his shaking chest. His body shut down, overcome with pain. Paul brushed the hair away from her eyes.

His forehead rested on hers, Paul’s tears poured onto her cheeks. He kissed them away. Kissing her cheeks, pleading with every being that her eyelashes would flutter and she’d lean up to return the kiss.

But she didn’t. Her eyes didn’t open but a tear that wasn’t his rolled down her temple. It escaped her closed eyes - She was gone. Completely. And as Paul used all of what was left in him to wipe the tear from her face, sirens bleared outside the wreck of the car.

Officers approached the vehicle, trying to pry open doors that were smashed beyond compare. They wouldn’t be able to. And if they did they wouldn’t be able to pry him away from Y/N. Not until she kissed him back.

He couldn’t go, it was his fault she couldn’t. It was all his fault. With one last feeble kiss, his face fell into the crook of her neck. He sobbed and sobbed, that was the only thing he could hear. His sobs. No heart beat.

But all of a sudden there was a crackle in the radio. The only thing that wasn’t damaged. Paul didn’t bother to look up from her neck.

His sobs stopped for a moment as the radio fuzz cleared into the first bars of ‘Heartbreak Hotel’.

He screamed out weakly and hugged her tighter. Holding her against him, he just cried. But he couldn’t drown out the lyrics.

Well, since my baby left me

Well, I found a new place to dwell

Well, it’s down at the end of lonely street at

Heartbreak Hotel

Where I’ll be so lonely baby

Well, I’m so lonely

I’ll be so lonely, I could die

#paul mccartney #the beatles #paul mccartney x reader #paul mccartney x oc #x reader #the beatles angst #the beatles fic #john lennon #angst

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winryofresembool · 5 years

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Edwin week, day 7: Promise

Summary: Ed brings Winry a special gift from Creta (and may also attempt to ask a question). (Part 2/2)

A/N: here is the second part to the fic I started yesterday! <- Go read it first if you haven’t, as this will make more sense after that. This is my last post for the Edwin week (;_____;) this year so I’d like to thank the mods for organizing this event, and everyone for the amazing contributions! ♥ It’s been a real blast, and I hope to see you guys again next year! But now, enjoy this, and don’t forget to review!

@503week

AO3

Words: 1900+

Genre: floof

Warnings: Ed’s language

The day of Winry’s homecoming started surprisingly smoothly. When she exited the train, Ed was at the platform waiting for her, with a small bouquet of flowers he had picked on his way to the station in his hands. Al had once again insisted that’s what he should do, especially after what had happened to his automail. That way he could most likely protect himself from Winry’s wrath for a moment longer.

Winry was all smiles when she spotted her fiancé’s (she wasn’t sure what name to use) golden hair among the crowd. As she got closer, she noticed he had flowers in his hands, and her happiness changed into confusion. Since when was Ed so considerate that he’d even bring flowers? She got a strong suspicion that Ed had some ulterior motive, because the Ed she knew wasn’t usually that thoughtful. Of course it was possible, she thought, that Al was behind it… She decided to not question it as she finally reached her destination and gave Ed a warm hug.

“Hi! I wasn’t expecting to see you here!” she greeted him when they separated, Ed offering to carry her bag.

“Of course I came! You’re… I mean, that old hag would have made me wash two months’ worth of laundry if I had stayed in the house,” Ed claimed. “She’s still doting on Al; he only has to peel a couple of potatoes for the stew…”

“Right,” Winry snickered, seeing right through him. The blush on his face told her that was actually not the reason why he was there.

“Uh, these are for you,” he pushed the bouquet in Winry’s hands awkwardly.

“Aw, thank you, Ed! They look nice.” She buried her face into them for a moment, taking in their nice scent.

“That was nothing… So, how was your trip?” he asked quickly before Winry could think of some other way to make him blush.

“It was good! I am so close to getting my official automail mechanic license now! Mr. Garfiel still wants me to write a final analysis on the use of different metals in automail limbs, but that’s easy for me, I have years of practice on… why are you looking at me like that?” Winry asked when she saw Ed stare at him weirdly.

“No reason… I had just forgotten how passionate you get about mechanical limbs,” Ed grinned, making Winry glare at him angrily. “Sorry, sorry. Please, go on! You were about to say something about that analysis…” Ed had realized that the longer he let her rant, the less likely she was to pay attention to his slight limping, but there was something else too; he actually found himself interested in what she had to say.

“You were actually listening?” Winry asked with surprise.

“Why do you sound so surprised, I always listen…” Ed retorted.

“Yeah, right. Well, anyway… As you know, some metals are lighter and thus more comfortable for the user to wear, while…”

Winry continued her ranting happily all the way to the Rockbell house, while Ed made an occasional short comment. He sighed of relief when they made it inside the house without her noticing his issue at all.

…

Later that afternoon, it seemed it would start raining soon, and a neighbor of the Rockbells came to ask if someone would be willing to fix a hole on the roof of his sheep barn before that. He would have done it himself, but his back had been acting up a lot recently, and he didn’t think he’d be able to climb on the roof in that condition. Ed volunteered, happy about an excuse to get away from Winry’s knowing look for a moment.

In about 15 minutes, Ed managed to get the roof fixed with no problems. However, things took a turn for worse when he was trying to come down the ladder. It had gotten slippery in the rain, and unfortunately for Ed, he was wearing a shoe only on his real leg because he hadn’t bothered to put the other one on for such a short period of time. The combination of smooth, wet wood and a metal leg turned out to be dangerous for Ed, who could only scream when he slipped on the ladder and fell several meters before hitting the ground. Thankfully, there was nothing sharp under him, so his real limbs got off with relatively little damage… but he wasn’t so lucky with his automail. It got big dents on the surface, and based on the weird feeling on his leg, Ed was worried the wiring had gotten damaged too. Winry would definitely kill him now…

“Are you alright?” the neighbor asked him worriedly when he saw Ed lying on the ground helplessly.

“I… think so,” Ed lied, cringing as he tried to put on some weight on his automail leg.

“You don’t look OK… Let me take you home with my horse,” the man offered. “You are lucky that you have two medical experts living under the same roof with you… They will surely be able to check you up.”

“Lucky… or doomed.” Ed mumbled under his breath as he sat down on the carriage that took him back home.

…

“What happened?” Al yelped immediately when he saw Ed’s condition.

“I just fell from the ladder a couple of meters… The damn automail made me slip. But don’t worry about it… I have been in much…”

“Brother!” Al stopped him angrily. “I don’t care if you have fought Homunculi and gotten me back from the gate! You should be more careful. That could have ended badly.”

“Al, relax… I swear I’m OK, I just…”

Ed didn’t get to finish his sentence because a young woman’s voice said quietly:

“Edward…”

The blood seemed to escape Ed’s brain when he saw the sadness in Winry’s eyes. She had of course seen that the automail she had built with love was hanging from its port in an awkward position, and the skin of his arms was scraped badly.

“Win, please, let me explain…”

“What is there to explain? That you are the most reckless, irresponsible…” At that point Winry’s voice got so high pitched that Ed couldn’t figure out what else she said. She swept the corners of her eyes with her hands and ran back inside without looking back again. To Ed, that reaction was far worse than if she just started yelling at him.

“What the fuck was that about? Shouldn’t she be happy that I didn’t break my neck or something? Does she only care about her automail?!” Ed asked, kicking the ground with frustration.

“Brother…” Al said calmly. “I really don’t think she was upset about the automail this time, no matter what she says. She must have heard what happened to you and she simply freaked out.”

“Yeah but why?”

“Edward,” Al said seriously (Ed noticed that he used his full first name instead of the usual ‘brother), “you asked her to become your wife, and you still don’t understand how she’s feeling? Imagine how you’d react if Winry fell the same way you did and hurt herself in the process? Possibly because of your automail?”

“Oh,” Ed finally understood Al’s point. “I guess I really messed up. Again…”

“But it was an accident!” Al reminded him. “Just go tell her you are alright. I’m sure she will want to fix that automail of yours.”

“Fine.” Ed gritted his teeth. “Uh, can you help me out a bit? It’s a bit hard to walk with this…” He pointed at his automail.

Al helped Ed inside and upstairs where Winry’s room was but left him alone as Ed braced himself to knock on her door.

“Winry…” Ed said tentatively.

No response.

“Winry, I’m coming in.”

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Winry working on a blueprint at her desk.

“What are you doing?” he asked, just to say something. He had never been good at this kind of stuff.

“Drawing an automail leg blueprint for an idiot who can’t take care of it,” she said without lifting her gaze from her paper once.

“About what you may have heard outside…” Ed said hesitantly, “I never meant it was your automail’s fault I fell. In fact, it has saved me from more accidents that you know…”

“I know, Ed,” Winry sighed. Her voice had already lost most of its earlier edge. “I just… freaked out.” Just like Al had suspected, Ed thought.

“But I’m OK, I swear. Aside from a couple of scratches…” Ed showed her his arms.

“I know,” Winry repeated. “It’s just, worrying is in my nature; I spent years worrying about you guys, and when you came back, I thought you guys were finally safe… and then incidents like this happen… And I feel it’s my fault…”

“Okay, first of all, it’s definitely not your fault. I was being clumsy, OK? Second of all, I’m sorry. I really should take better care of my automail.” He tried to lighten the mood a bit by saying: “If this is how you react to a little scratch, it’s a good thing you don’t know about my shark fight…” “Your what?” Anger flashed in Winry’s eyes again, and Ed realized he had made a mistake again.

“Eh…” he rubbed his neck. “We just did a little fishing, that’s all…”

“Let’s get back to that topic later,” Winry decided to give up on trying to understand Ed. “Now, let me see your automail.”

Ed sat down on Winry’s bed and Winry lifted his automail leg on her lap. She removed some of the metal plates to see if the wiring was damaged, and that’s when her mouth went into a widest ‘O’ Ed had ever seen on her face. He had forgotten what was inside the leg.

The ring.

“Ed… what is this?” She took the necklace with the ring out of there and dangled it in her hand.

“Oh fuck, I forgot…” Ed cursed, slamming a hand against his face. “This is not how I was supposed to give it to you…” “Could you please explain a bit further?” Winry asked, even though she had an idea about what he meant. Her face turned a shade redder.

“I was…” Damn it, why did he always have to get so flustered in her company, Ed cursed in his head, “… Well, remember when I was leaving to Creta a year ago and we were at the railway station?”

“How could I forget that?” Winry asked. They had… they had promised each other to spend the rest of their lives together, after all…

“Yeah, well, anyway…” Ed stuttered. “I realized I never gave you a ring… uh, as a proof of my promise… So… this is kinda it… Winry… are you still willing to give those 85%... or how much you want… of your life to me?”

There was a long silence.

“Of course I am, you silly!” she finally exclaimed and forgot all about the automail when she threw herself at him, making him fall on the bed. The hug lasted pretty long, and when they finally pulled apart, Ed offered to put the necklace on her.

“I think it suits you,” he said, admiring the smooth surface of the golden ring.

“Thank you,” Winry beamed, and leaned to kiss him on the lips. “It’s beautiful. Now, how about we take care of your bruises?” She pulled some disinfectant and bandages from her drawer and started cleaning Ed’s wounds.

“So, I’m more important than that automail, after all?” Ed asked smugly.

“Of course you are, you dumbo. One question, though: was it already broken when I came here?”

“Let’s... talk about that some other time,” Ed said and pulled her for another kiss. She didn’t complain.

#503week #edwin #edxwin #winry rockbell #edward elric #fullmetal alchemist #my fics

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celestial-hotty · 5 years

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Go easy on me, it’s my first one lol

Authors Note;

I am writing this novel because I am a fan of Borderlands. However its become clear to me that the creators of it have got some things wrong and clearly don't care about making it good. I am talking mostly of "the problem" with Gaige and Serenity Darkmoon Raven.Also a lot of the sex is censored with many of the intercourse's that happened edited out completely.(ie, You and Jeb having flimp-flopping, that time with You doing it with Serenity Darkmoon Raven and Serenity Darkmoon Raven watching, etc.)

This fic is my attempt to correct that.

By supporting this fic I hope to get a group of elite Borderlands writers working with this new canon and to establish this as the truth of what actually happened. Hopefully the original creators will see the demand and make this official. Perhaps even pay us because we are fixing their mistakes.

If you wish to join my new canon, feel free to write your own story but you must submit it to me for approval. You can use my email ;

[email protected]

You can also send constructive reviews there, but no petty criticisms. If I get motivations muddled,its because my cat distracted me.

Also, if you don't like my story you don't have to have read it.

Anyway, and now on with my superior story of how things actually happened;

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Meanwhile, Your mind was wondered back to the past.

It was Handsome Jacks birthday party, which everyone was invited too.

The party was awesome as always, because You was hosting it.

You was pretty drunk that day. He had already punched a bunch of people. Jeb a few times.Because He is stupid.Blood was spilled. But that was normal in this sort of party.As was the pile of bodies.

If You was honest, He couldn't remember much that happened.

Only something about a mammals,a goat and a pair of scissors.

There was one thing that stuck in Him mind though. Something He would never forget.

Jeb.

Jeb was wearing a Handsome Jack mask that night (it was a fancy dress party btw - A/N).

Everyone had come as something or someone else.

JEB WAS DRESSed as SERENITY DARKMOON RAVEN.

SERENITY DARKMOON RAVEN WAS DRESSed as GAIGE.

GAIGE WAS DRESSed as You.

You were dressed as Handsome Jack.

And Handsome Jack was dressed as a lazergun.

You was instantly attracted to Jeb in Him costume. The way He moved. The way He talked.The way He flicked His hair.

Jeb was doing a Karaoke number.

It was "let it go". And He was awesome.

He sung like they were possessed.The audience was transfixated by Jeb.

Underwear was chucked at Jeb.

You was soooo turned on.

(and He didn't need that underwear anyway)

You got up and sang too.

When Jeb was singing let it go it was like the words spoke to Him. Jeb seemed to be addressing each word of the song just to Him. The room faded away and it was just the two of them. No one else in the world.

They gazed into eachother eyes as Jeb put His soul into the last lyric.

Then silence.

Suddenly, You was woken out of the flashback by current events!

---

In the beginning there was the ..

---

The next time they saw eachother Jeb winked at You, remembering what happened at the party.You blushed.

Some of the others giggled. Did they know? You didn't care.

----

Serenity Darkmoon Raven was taking a shower this hot day.

She was naked, enjoying the water dripping over her wet, naked body.

She was washing the blood off her body from the recent monsters she had just killed.

...the water smoothly rolled over her firm breasts.

The blood driped off like whipped cream in the ocean.

...the water dripping down her Camel toe. "OwwwhhhOwwhhh" she said from the pleasure;

She had just finnished doing One�s banana peeled using a hoverboard. She was dreaming of your manly lance pulsating inside her.

Then, suddenly, you walked in..

"Sorry I have to interupt you, naked in the shower, but we must go!"

"What? im taking a shower, Im naked, cant you see that?"

"yes, I can see that you are naked, in the shower" you said.

"But we must go...Handsome Jack is back!."

"What not Handsome Jack!!!" she punched the shower head out of anger.

"Yes!"

"Oh!"

Serenity Darkmoon Raven got out of the shower and put some clothes onher hot steaming naked body.

After she was no longer naked, they left to defeat Handsome Jack.

Along the way they ran into Jeb, who joined them on their quest.

"I will join you on your quest to defeat Handsome Jack said Jeb.

"Thanks for joining us on our quest," you said;

"Yes, we need your help to defeat Handsome Jack" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven.

So, Serenity Darkmoon Raven you and now Serenity Darkmoon Raven left by trike for their epic quest to defeat

Handsome Jack!

"You know, I think Handsome Jacks naphew would be better bustier dont you think?" said Serenity Darkmoon Raven.

"Dunno, you see he is smarter than some g-strings." replied you.

"True."

"What ARE you talking about?" you said.

And they all laughed.

Because they knew you would kill them if they didnt.

---

You had some time before he had to do anything, so He decided to have another flashback.

It was just after the Karaoke. They had stepped of the stage to loud applause and were now looking at eachother.

"Hi" You said, meekly.

"Hay" Jeb said, also meekly. Their confidence from moments ago had evaporated like alcohol.

"Do you want too..."

"maybe.."

"ok then."

So they walked to the cloakroom.

It wasn't long before their lips were together. You couldn't remember who made the first move.

He did remember the taste though. The taste of Jeb.

Jeb tasted like satsuma on a summer noon.

Refreshing and salty but also a bit sour.

What had they been eating? You tried to work out it. It took much tung work.

After a few minutes mouth to mouth pot holing, Jeb guessed what You was doing.

"I had feijoa for lunch."

"oh"

"you dont have to stop though"

"oh. Good!" You said, with great relief.

They finally drew away after what seemed a whole july but was only mere minutes.

The taste of Jeb's lips (and other things) still lingered in Your mouth as they finally looked upon each other with new eyes.

Relieved sighs came from both of them as both embraced, Jeb snuggling against Your neck as he snuggled upto Jeb's torso.

Jeb went further by clutching You with his fingers, pulling at the fabric of His slacks to feel what was underneath.

The telltale shape in His leggings stood out between them, especially with the weight it had against Your thigh.

Jeb moved over Your body like a serpent and lovenly nuzzled at a peaked abbs.

You liked this a lot and started making a lot of noise. Jeb joined in. "Owwww...Ahhh...MAHAhhhEEkkk...aakk"

It got pretty noisy from that point on. Both of them had a lot of fun and made a lot of noise!. You sounded like Trike ! Jeb sounded like a heard of Armadillos on drugs. They had a lot of..."fun".

"My groinal area are hurting...can we stop? 12 times is enough surely?" Jeb said, pleading.

"No...MORE MORE MORE" you said, with apparently an insatiable apatite

Jeb finally head butted You to get Him to stop.

"Sorry about that, I got a little carried away" you said.

"Thats ok I.....enjoyed it." said Jeb blushing in the way they always did.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes" said Jeb.

"I'll bring some of my toys next time for us to play with" you said.

And with that they left the cloakroom and returned to the party. The months that followed were fun but eventually they broke up and became enemies.

---

So they snuck into the Handsome Jack's lair. It was dark and there were horrofic things on the walls like drawings of skulls and suffering people who were beaing tortured in lava and beaten with hot pipes.

Through the dark and dank corridors of the lair's dungeons they went with outmost silence and skill. They sneaked past all the guards who had been turned into horrible demons by Handsome Jack's new invention. And this would also happen to the whole world if they wouldn't be able to steal the from Handsome Jack's hands!

They went down the corridors and up the large majestic stairways made of bones and jewls of all shapes and sizes sprinkled with saffron.. One of the corridors led towards a great hall where in the middle of the hall stood a pedestaldripping in blood and guts and kidneys (and other organs) with a treassure chest on top and on that a red velvet pillow upon which laid a white silk finely woven cloth. And on that laid the .

You knew that you had to use all of the to get the but it would backfire if you wasn't careful enough. Serenity Darkmoon Raven inhaled firmly and wondered if you could pull it off. Quentin stood ready with his weapon in his hand and Serenity Darkmoon Ravens boobies in the other. You concentrated firmly and then carefully but powerfully unleashed your .

It worked! The protections around the vanished like wood to a woodpeaker. It was amazing how your use of was effective against Handsome Jack's godly powers.

Unfortunately for our bravegang, it wasn't enough

"Halt!" echoed a sinister voice. Everyone slowly spun around to face the entrance of the hall where the voice came from.

It was Handsome Jack! And he looked even less humane as before. He had used the power of the to transform into a ghastly corpse of a human.

"Ha! Are you surprised by my new looks?" he said. "It is amazing! The powers I have now are beyond your comprehension!"

"My comprehension is really good," retorted you and your friends looked proud.

"Hahaha of course yours is. But are you able to comprehend the future of this world? I bet you aren't that smart after all. I will rule the world now, you see and there is nothing you can do to stop me!"

"But," said Handsome Jack with a lower tone, "even though you are not as smart as I am, you are surprisingly capable so I wish to make this offer: join me and we can rule this world together!"

"Never in a million billion years!" sobbed you!

"Think about it, you, you can now still save your friends! Make them stop mutate ebefore I release my powers!"

you were now . You wanted to keep Serenity Darkmoon Raven, Jeb, Gaige and Quentin alive for sex but he could not get Handsome Jack get away with it! But then you remembered: Handsome Jack no longer had the ! He was powerless!

But as if Handsome Jack could read his mind, Handsome Jack spoke: "Oh and your scheme to steal the ? I no longer need it! I have gained all the power from it that I need in order to mutate everyone in the whole world! But not that you even considered going against me, I will destroy you. Such a shame, we could be such good...friends." (A/N by which he means sex mates)

"you would never be friends with you!" said Gaige

you thought she was right, but then again, Handsome Jack did look mighty sexy.

"It is too late now anyway, said Handsome Jack, my plan is active now and I will give you the best place to enjoy it: from your prison cell!"

Handsome Jack laughed and said to his guards: "lead them to my sex dungeon where you will suffer for all eternity in agony and pleasure.

But you had not forgotten your . With the speed and might that you learned from your previous adventures, you held his breath and unleashed the .

Handsome Jack had not expected that. He thought he had trapped you and your friends and managed to demoralise them so much they would not resist.

"Argh!" Handsome Jack said. His guards did not know what to do. Their leader was too weak against this onslaught. What could they do against that sort of might? So they all fled!

"Argh, noooo!" Handsome Jack extrapolated, "I was soo close to ultimate power!"

Seeing you succesfully attack Handsome Jack, Gaige and Jeb also attacked Handsome Jack!

"Arigh, no, noooo!"

"I will unleash my final power!" Handsome Jack said and raised his arms to the sky and started chanting an evil incantation.

But you were too quick. You ran towards Handsome Jack and hit Handsome Jack in the chin. He was knocked out instantly. Everyone was happy and everyone was cheering for you who had avoided the apocalypse! And now they all went home and wait until their next adventure!

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tired-bangtan-sonyeondan · 5 years

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The Little Merman (Jungkook x Reader) Part 1/2

This is a Little Mermaid AU. It is literally just quotes and song lyrics from the musical. You should listen to it while your read it if you want.

Tags: nothing bad. I don’t even think I cursed lol

Word Count: 6141

Author’s Note: I don’t really have anything to say. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this cringe fic.

Ariel: Jungkook

Flounder: Hoseok

Sebastian: Namjoon

Flotsam: Jin

Jetsam: Taehyung

Ursula: Jimin

Grimsby: Yoongi

“This is where I belong: beneath the clear wide blue here. I feel completely new here in the world above.” His smooth voice ghosted over the tops of the waves as he breached the surface. There wasn’t a soul around. His family was beneath the sea, probably preparing for some extravagant get together. They always were. No one ever really noticed when Jungkook was gone, even though he was the king’s only son. The only one who cared about him was Hoseok, but even he was afraid of the surface. Jungkook was the only one brave enough to breach the top, and it had gotten him in trouble lots of times before. He didn’t care. This is where he felt the most right- the open air.

He gazed up at the sky, hand shielding his eyes from the bright sun. It was so much brighter up there. “There’s so much light here. Light and space. The sun’s so bright here upon my face.” He moved to float on his back, closing his eyes, just enjoying the warm air.

He finished his tune, slowing down the tempo as to make it last longer, “Life seems to be almost calling to me from this strange new world above.” He pushed himself onto a flat rock that he had deemed his own, not that there was anyone around that would take it from him. He laid down, basking in the warmth of the sunlight. He could get used to this. He continued to hum a beautiful tune as time passed around him.

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“I’ll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue, and it’s hey to starboard heave-ho. Brave sailor beware ‘cause a big one’s ‘a brewin. Mysterious fathoms below, heave-ho. I’ll sing you a song of the king of the sea, and it’s hey to the starboard, heave-ho. The ruler of all of the oceans is he in mysterious fathoms below.” You listened to your boatmates sing as you fluttered around the ship. You were keeping an eye on things as usual. Everyone of them adored you as a captain, but those who were unaware of your skill were weary. A girl captain? And a princess no less! It was absolutely ridiculous. It was unheard of until you. You paused for a minute when you felt a pair of eyes following you.

Turning to the eyes you grab you caretaker and pull him to the front of the ship. “Isn’t this perfection, Yoongi? Out on the open sea, surrounded by nothing but water?” He looks at you wearily. You know he gets seasick, but frankly, you don’t care. Your father should never have assigned you such a wimpy caretaker. You grab his hands and spin him around the ship singing,

“The salt on your skin and the wind in your hair and the waves as they ebb and they flow. We're miles from the shore, and guess what, I don't care!” You release him and he launches himself to the side of the ship, before he can get a word out he vomits over the side.

You chuckle and resume your duties. You join the sailors in their merry tune, unable to keep the smile off of your face. You all quiet when the pilot of the ship recants a tale of the mightest king on Earth, King Jeon, the ruler of the seven seas. Rumor has it, he hates humans and will kill any that pass over his beloved kingdom. Yoongi has never believed these stories, but you can’t help but wonder if they are true. A merciless king is something you have always feared, and that is the reason you haven’t taken a husband, yet.

A male voice calls you. It is none that you have heard before. It is smooth and rich, absolutely beautiful.

“Do you hear that?”

“Enough seafaring, Princess. We have to get back to court to honor your father’s dying wish and take up the crown.”

“That’s not the life for me, Yoongi. At least, not now when I am still an eligible maiden. The kingdom will go crazy if I am crowned before I wed.” The beautiful vice drifts through the air once more. The pilot warns you of a storm approaching, but his words fall on deaf ears. All you can focus on is that amazing voice. You order your crew to follow the voice-“To the ends of the Earth if we have to.”

The crew forges ahead, song turning to the prospect of mermaids. They grab you, coaxing you into their song once more, as you yearn to find out more about the mysterious fathoms below.

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Jungkook is woken by and hard tail slap to the face. He looks around to find Hoseok peeking out of the water. “Kookie, you’re going to be late!”

“For what?” He rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He must have sung himself to sleep yet again.

“Your father’s recital, Jungkook! That’s what! The one where you are supposed to reveal your vocal talents to all of the merfolk in the kingdom!”

The boy realizes his mistake, diving into the water as quickly as possible. Hoseok struggles to keep up with him. Luckily, the boy reaches the music hall in time to hear his sisters introduce themselves. Unfortunately, the shell he is supposed to be in is already on stage on front of everyone. It’s ok. I can you swim on. I’ll be fine! You can do this Jungkook. He watches patiently as one by one Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Attina, Adella, and Alana all reveal their sweet voices. Soon, their solos are finished and they begin his introduction. As soon as Jungkook hears his sister’s chanting, he prepares himself. He has prepared for this his whole life, what could go wrong?

“And then there is the youngest in his musical debut. Our youngest little brother, we're presenting him to you. To sing a song that Namjoon wrote, his voice is like a bell. It’s our brother Jungkook.” When the shell opens, everyone gasps. He can feel the tension from his father circulating in the room. He swims as graceful as possible to the center of the stage, sitting on the shell. The room sags in relief. Namjoon raises his baton to continue with the piece. When it is time for Jungkook to sing, nothing comes out. He is trying so hard to sing the notes the Namjoon taught him, but he is unable to. He panics, diving off stage, swimming to his alcove as quickly as possible.

This could not be happening. His voice had just failed him in front of the entire kingdom. His father had to be so disappointed in him. He must have spent too much time above water today. His father would figure it out, and he would kill him. It was absolutely forbidden for merfolk to breach the surface. Jungkook sobbed into his collection of trinkets. Hoseok appeared before him, giving him kind words to cheer him up.

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“What have you got for me today, my precious babies?” The sea witch hissed out, caressing the two eels faces.

“We have some very interesting news, your wretchedness,” claimed Jin. “King Jeon’s only son has made a fool of himself, master,” hissed Taehyung.

“The recital was today, wasn’t it, my precious? What happened? Did the flitty thing not show? He always finds himself on the surface during the most inopportune times.”

“Not exactly, master.” Jimin’s grip tightened on their tails.

“Well, spit it out you imbeciles.” He flung the eels toward the walls of the cavern.

“Your wretchedness, the boy couldn’t sing.”

“He couldn’t sing? That’s ridiculous. The boy has the most beautiful voice in all the land.” Jimin sat down in his alcove, curling his tentacles around himself, completely ready to ignore the pleading eels for the next few hours. They were idiots.

“He was on stage, but nothing came out. Not one note, your wretchedness. His voice was gone.” Jimin shot out of his alcove.

“That’s it! That is how we will make Jeon pay!”

“What do you mean, master?” Jimin pulled them in, explaining his brilliant plan to lure the king in by holding his son and his beautiful voice hostage.

“There’s only one problem. How to get Jungkook to sign a contract with little ol’ me? Jin, Taehyung, fetch me information from the merfolk around the kingdom. Everything is important. This could be the key to Jeon’s undoing.”

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“If only I could make my father understand. I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be so bad.” Jungkook flits around his alcove, picking up certain things that really catch his eye and sing a sad tune of want and loneliness.

“Flippin' your fins, you don't get too far. Legs are required for jumpin', dancin'.” He hugs Hoseok to his chest, swirling him around, unable to stop himself from daydreaming. Hoseok pulls himself from Jungkook’s grasp, trying to talk some sense into him.

“The world above is dangerous, Kookie! You mother was killed by humans!” His pleas fall on deaf ears. His mother was killed by a passing ship. It was an accident. Why couldn’t anyone see that?

“When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love, love to explore that shore up above. Out of the sea, wish I could be part of that world.” He floats down to the bottom of the alcove, lost in pictures of dancing and running.

“You are ridiculous, child.” Hoseok shoots into Jungkook, clearly startled by Namjoon’s appearance. Jungkook tucks his tail under himself, creating the illusion of submission, believing it was King Jeon. When he spots Namjoon, he sags in relief for a moment before interrogating him.

“How did you find me? Did my father send you? You won’t tell him will you? Please, Namjoon. You just can’t!”

“Slow down, boy. I’ve been following you here for weeks. If I was going to tell the king, don’t you think I would have already?” The merman settles down.

“I suppose...but why are you here now?”

“You’re father sent me. He expects you to collect yourself by dinner.”

“I-Thank you, Namjoon. I’m sorry I embarrassed you and ruined the concert today. I just-” The cavern was coated in darkness. Jungkook releases a small gasp.

“A ship!”

“No, Jungkook!” Hoseok knows what he is about to do, but it is too late. As soon as the darkness clears, there is a noticeable lack of merman. The pair swim as fast as possible out of the cavern; it takes him them a while to catch up to the reckless boy. He has breached the surface and is openly gaping at the large ship that is sailing past.

“Jungkook! They might see us! They’ll surely kill us if we’re seen!” Namjoon pleas.

“Not all humans are evil, Namjoon.” The boy inches closer, leaping onto a protruding piece of the ship, still keeping out of sight.

“But your mother-”

“I KNOW! Just stop. Be quiet or you’ll alert them.”

“I’ll alert your father before I alert them.” Namjoon goes to dive, but Jungkook quickly catches him.

“Please, Namjoon. I just want to know why we are so afraid of them. After I witness that, I’ll leave and never return. I promise.” Namjoon looks apprehensive, but if that is what it takes, he will see it through.

“Is that a female crew member?” Hoseok interjects. The pair turn, and sure enough, standing at the helm of the ship is a woman. Her melodic voice carried over everyone else's, giving them orders. She wasn't just a female crew member. She was the captain.

“She’s beautiful.” Jungkook inches closer. He spots a storm brewing in the distance behind her. He must have angered his father. This crew was going to go under.

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She felt Yoongi at her shoulder once again. His tired voice was almost nonexistent compared to the low droning of the crew. “We should really turn back miss.”

“No. We shall continue on until I find the owner of that magnificent voice.”

“I’m starting to believe you hallucinated the whole thing, princess. A hallucination is not worth traveling into the brewing storm for. Besides, I promised your father you would be married before your 18th birthday.” “Trust me Grimsby. When I come across the guy of my dreams, it’ll hit me like lightning.” As if on cue, a bolt of lightning hit the mainsail, causing it to burst into flames. You are only shaken for half a second before you begin shouting commands.

“Hurricane a-coming. King Jeon must be angry indeed.” You find yourself really wanting to punch the pilot. No shit.

You continue with your orders.

“(Y/N), take the wheel.” You do, but you are unable to keep the boat steady. There is so much rocking, all you can do is hope no one has gone overboard. Just as you think that, you see a crew mate standing dangerously close to the edge of the ship. You run to him just has he is tossed over the side. You grab his hand, trying your best to anchor yourself in place.

The crew member is quick to thank you, pulling himself. Unfortunately, that is when another surge hits the ship, and you are thrown over the side. The crew member is not as quick to catch you.

“MAN OVERBOARD!”

“PRINCESS (Y/N)!”

The next thing you know you are in dark icy waters. The water is filling your lungs. You try to calm yourself as you are pulled beneath the surface. You hear faint but beautiful voices. Are those angels? Sirens maybe? King Jeon’s mermaids? You resign yourself to the fact that you may never know as you feel your body failing you. Your limbs are tired. You are going to drown.

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“I can’t just sit here and let her drown,” Jungkook screams. His heart is beating fast. If his father knew-no he couldn’t think about that. He had to focus on saving the beautiful captain of the mysterious ship.

It took him awhile, but he finally pulled the girl onto shore. He sat above her.

“Was I too late?”

“It’s hard to say, but either way, we should head back to the palace or your father-”

“Look! She’s breathing. Oh, guys, just look at her. She’s so beautiful.”

“What would I give to live where you are? What would I pay to stay here beside you? What would I do to see you smiling at me?” Hoseok and Namjoon look at eachother, eyes dark with worry. If Jungkook became too attached, there was no telling what he would do. Just then, a figure came rounding the corner, calling out to someone, clearly looking for the maiden on the beach. The girl began to cough up the remaining water in her lungs, eyes blinking to clear the film collecting there.

The sea creatures dove back into the water, hiding behind a nearby rock so they could listen to the conversation being held.

“Oh, Princess (Y/N), you had me worried sick.”

“She’s a princess!” Jungkook whispers.

“I’m fine, Yoongi. But I could have sworn-”

“No. That’s enough for now. We need to get you inside and under a pile of nice warm blankets. No more seafaring from now on.”

“But-”

“No, buts. You are a princess, soon to be queen. You need to be alive to run the kingdom, and at this rate, you will kill yourself searching for that mysterious voice you heard in the middle of the ocean.”

“Fine. But only until I am wed. That voice, Yoongi. It was real. It had to be.”

“Whatever you say, your highness. Whatever you say.” The man pulled her arm around his shoulder and they headed back the way he came.

As soon as they were out of sight, Jungkook swam back to shore. He ran his fingers through the sand where she had lain, reprising the familiar song of want and longing.

“I don’t know when. I don’t know how. But I know something’s starting right now. Watch and you’ll see. Someday I’ll be…” His voice dies down to a whisper as he is unable to come up with any fathomable way that his dreams could be made a reality. “Part of your world.”

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Over the course of the next week or so King Jeon does everything in his power to keep Jungkook away from the surface and with Namjoon rehearsing. It doesn’t take much which he is ecstatic about. Finally, the merman had learned humans were dangerous and were not worth his time. They had been the reason for his lack of voice at the recital. They had been the reason the boy was embarrassed in front of the entire kingdom. At least, that is what the king thought was keeping his troublesome son on the ocean floor. His sisters seemed to think differently.

“What has been going on with Jungkook lately?” Attina asks her sisters one day. They are all lounging around the tidal pool basking in the peace and quiet brought on by Jungkook’s lack of surface activity.

“Can’t you just be happy we have some time to ourselves without father yelling about Kookie doing this or Kookie doing that?” Aquata responds.

“No, I can’t, and you shouldn’t be either.”

“He sure has been acting fishy lately,” Alana interjects.

“I’ll say, swimming in circles, chasing his tail.” Andrina can’t help but bring up all of the weird things he has been doing. “That boy is up to his gills in something.”

The mersisters with the exception of Aquata go back and forth, unable to keep themselves out of their brother’s business.

“It’s more than just a phase, face it, he’s just not himself.”

“Is he ill?”

“Or insane?”

“Is it water on the brain?”

“What has got him bothered so?”

“It’s the bends!”

“It’s the flu!”

“Gosh, I wish we had a clue!”

Finally, Aquata can’t handle it anymore. She has to tell these idiots the one thing they’re missing. “He’s in love.”

“He’s in love?” They respond.

“Pounding heart. Ringing bells.”

“Glory be. Lord above. Got to be he’s in love.” They all shake their heads, feeling stupid that that hadn’t seen it earlier. They are about to settle down when Hoseok comes barreling through. Hoseok was Jungkook’s best friend. He had to know something.

“Hey, Hoseok, do you notice anything weird about you know who?” Attina stops the fish dead in his tracks.

“You mean Jungkook? I’ll say. He acts like he don’t see me. He doesn’t even speak. He treats me like sashimi leftover from last week. You see him late at night tossing in his ocean bed. He’s moody as a snapper. Oblivious as rocks. You swim right up and tap him, he lays there like a lox. As sure as dogfish bites, something’s made him lose his head. And he sighs and he swoons. And he’s humming little tunes. Even has a sort of glow. What on Earth could it be?”

“Any hammerhead can see. That sigh, that glow, that swoon.” The mersisters prompt him to the same conclusion they had just come to.

“OH NO! He’s in love! See his hips. How they swish.”

“Don’t you wonder who’s the lucky seafood dish? He’s found a deep sea hunk, and now, he’s as good as sunk.”

“See him blush. See him grin. Got to be love he’s in.”

The girls beginning to chant about Jungkook and someone swimming in the sea, and it takes everything in Hoseok to swim away. This isn’t good. Everyone can see how Jungkook is acting. He’s surprised King Jeon hasn’t figured it out, yet. If Jungkook doesn’t learn to control himself, the king will begin to question him, and he doesn’t know how long he can protect Jungkook’s human love secret.

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Life has been so dreary on land. Ever since her recovery, Yoongi hasn’t let the princess out of his sight, and she hasn’t been able to get that voice out of her damn head. One day, (Y/N) voices her thoughts to her servants, knowing they don’t have the answers but really needing to get things off of her chest.

“Where did he go? Where can he be? When will he come again calling to me?” They ignore her desperate pleas, so the woman takes to the beach to watch the passing ships as she laments about the lost boy with the beautiful voice.

“Somewhere there's a boy who's like the shimmer of the wind upon the water. Somewhere there's a boy who's like the glimmer of the sunlight on the sea. Somewhere there's a boy who's like a swell of endless music. Somewhere he is singing and his song is meant for me.”

She takes to the docks, weaving between the sailors before finally mounting her own ship. It is deserted as no one would dare board the boat without its captain, and she was currently banned from setting sail.

“I can sense his laughter in the ripple of the waves against the shoreline. I can see him smiling in the moonlight as it settles on the sand. I can feel him waiting just beyond the pale horizon, singing out a melody too lovely to withstand.”

She knows she can not man the boat by herself, but she still longs for the freedom of the sea, perching herself at the very front of the boat to feel the sea breeze on her face.

“And his voice it's there as dusk is falling. And his voice it's there as dawn steals by. Pure and bright, it's always near. All day, all night. And still I hear it calling...His voice.”

She finally pulls herself off of the boat. She murmurs to herself as she makes her way back to the castle, “Strange as a dream...Real as the sea...If you can hear me now come set me free…”

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Jungkook was humming to himself in his alcove, admiring the statue of the young maiden that had sunk with the ship she was on that he had collected, unbeknownst of the storm brewing in his father. He had missed dinner, and King Jeon believed he had gone up to the surface once more. He was absolutely furious. His son was going to get himself killed. He needed to be punished.

“Namjoon, fetch Jungkook. I need to have a very serious talk with him.” The crab looked terrified, but hurried out to the alcove where he knew the merman would be. Little did he know, the king had followed him, needing to find out where Jungkook had been hiding out whenever he was reprimanded. What he saw when he entered the cave infuriated him. He kept his presence concealed long enough to hear Jungkook proclaim his longing for the world above once more.

The king revealed himself, shouting, “This is where you belong.” Jungkook scrambled to conceal the statue, replying, “You don’t understand.” The king grabbed his son, flinging him across the cavern. “For once, just listen, will you? That savage brute would kill you in the world above!”

“She’s not a barbarian-”

“Don’t try that same old song! I’ll have you grounded ‘til next year! Am I clear? Don’t go near that world above!”

“I’m not a child anymore!”

“No? Have you lost your senses? She’s a human; you’re a merman.”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“I’m still the king here – my word is law! This filth you bring here is the final straw, and push, my son, has come to shove! I’ll make you obey ‘til you do as I say. I don’t care, come what may, but I’ll keep you away from that cruel, harsh, cold, vile world above!” The king lifted his beloved trident, electricity surging through the water, destroying the statue and shattering many of the other objects lying around Jungkook’s sacred place.

“Now, Jungkook if I ever hear that you went to the surface again, I will never let you out of my sight again. Am I clear?”

Through tears Jungkook responds, “Yes, father.” The king leaves Jungkook to sob over the pieces of the princess.

“Jungkook-”

“This is your fault. He followed you here. How could you let him do that, Namjoon?”

“I-”

“Just leave me alone. I- I just want to be alone.”

“Do you-”

“Leave!” The crab sighs, knowing he will not get anywhere with the boy while he is like this. Only one thing could cheer him up: music.

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“It’s been a while my babies. What did you bring to me this time?” The sea witch welcomes his loyal servants.

“Master, we have some very interesting news,” sings Taehyung.

“Yes, your wretchedness, the little boy is in love with a human?” hisses Jin.

“Jungkook? The king’s only son? Is in love with a human? Ha! That’s rich!”

“Yes, your wretchedness, he has destroyed his only connection to the outside world.”

“A statue of the princess in a nearby kingdom, master.”

“He has grown to hate his father, your wretchedness.”

“He will be very easy to win over, master.”

“Of course, he will be! I am the most charming in the family after all. Now, fetch the boy and bring him to me. We don’t have much time before Jeon will be looking for him again.”

“Yes, Jimin.”

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“The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake. You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake. Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor. Such wonderful things surround you. What more is you lookin' for?” The fish swim around him, trying to bring a smile to his face. They succeed for a second, but then, Jungkook is back to his gloomy self.

“Down here all the fish is happy, as off through the waves they roll.” The sea creatures join him.

“The fish on the land ain't happy. They sad 'cause they in the bowl. But fish in the bowl is lucky. They in for a worser fate. One day when the boss get hungry. Guess who’s gonna be on that plate.” All of the fish in Namjoon’s band gather as the crab points out each one’s musical talent.

“The newt play the flute. The carp play the harp.The plaice play the bass, and they soundin' sharp. The bass play the brass. The chub play the tub. The fluke is the duke of soul. The ray he can play the ling's on the strings. The trout rockin' out. The blackfish she sings. The smelt and the sprat they know where it's at. An' oh, that blowfish blow!”

All of the fish interact with each other, really getting into the music. All of them forget the depressed merman they were trying to cheer up. Namjoon hurries to finish his song.

“What do they got, a lot of sand? We got a hot crustacean band! Ya, we in luck here down in the muck here. Under the-” He cuts himself off, hoping to have gotten through to the stubborn prince. “See, child, that's what I'm talking about! You got to put your back into it. Jungkook! Hello? Uh-oh.”

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Jungkook once again found himself in the decimated alcove. He couldn’t bear to part with all of the beautiful knick-knacks. His father had really destroyed him this time. He could never forgive him.He held in his tears for the first time since the incident. He needed to be strong. He had promised himself that he would see her again, so he was determined to make that happen.

He heard the two hissing voices before he saw the eels.

“Poor child,” one hissed

“Poor, sweet child,” the other repeated. “He has a very serious problem, hasn’t he?”

“Hmm, if only-”

“-there were something-”

“-we could do”

“Who are you two,” Jungkook asked, visibly shaken by their dominating presence. The two had a very distinct back and forth, almost like they completed each other.

“Sweet child.”

“Poor child.” “So tragic” “So misunderstood.”

“Dear child.” “Sad child.” “Life's looking-” “-shall we say-” “-not good.” “No.”

“Who will ease her woes and worries?” “Who will help get her man?” “Sweet child. Perhaps the Sea Witch can!” They both exclaimed.

“You can't possibly mean-- Uncle Jimin?” Jungkook backs away, knowing this temptation will only lead to a very terrible ending.

“He knows your dreams.”

“Father says his magic is evil-” but could he really trust the things his father had told him. After all, not all humans were killers “He'll grant your prayer.” No, Jungkook couldn’t disobey his father like that. “Please I have to go!”

“He'll cast a charm.” “A tiny spell.” “Why the alarm?” “No one will tell.” “No one will care.” “It's your affair.” It was so tempting. He could make his own decisions.

“Sweet child.” “Dear child.” “Poor child.” “Sad child.”

“We'll bring you to his lair right now. Bet in half a sec, your princess and you are reconciled.”

“Together-” “-forever.” He had made up his mind. One visit wouldn’t kill him. “Take me to him!”

“Sweet child.” They led the trembling merman out of his alcove just as Hoseok was arriving to fetch him. Hoseok knew those eels. Taehyung and Jin were Park Jimin’s eels. They were taking Jungkook to the Sea Witch’s layer. He had to tell someone. He knew if he told the king he would ruin Jungkook’s life, so he went after the next best thing: Namjoon.

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Jimin should have been nervous, but he couldn’t find it in himself. He was the most charming person he knew. There was no possible way he was going to let Jeon’s son slip from his grasp.

“This way,” sung Taehyung. Jimin could feel the hesitation radiating off of the boy.

“On second thought-”

“Come in, my child. We mustn’t lurk in doorways. It’s rude. One might question your upbringing.” Jimin chuckled at the boy’s startled look. He had been banished for so long, many did not know of his hideous form. Jungkook had also missed the subtle jab at the king.

“Oh-sorry.”

“Now, come over here and tell you Uncle what’s wrong.”

“How do you-”

“Just because I wasn’t part of your life growing up doesn’t mean I didn’t want to be a part of it, my sweet. Family is everything. It just so happens that your father banished me before you were born.”

“He must have had a good reason.” The boy backed up, suddenly frightened. Jimin seemed too nice for what his father had told him.

“It was all a misunderstanding. It’s in the past, now. What I want to focus on is the future. Specifically, your future with this princess.”

“If you knew, why did you ask?” “Because, darling, I don’t know how you feel.” “Well...I-”

“Oh, I get it, now. I don’t blame you. She’s quite a catch.” His face turns beet red, and he’s unable to respond. “Well, angelfish, the solution to your problem is simple. The only way to get what you want is to become a human yourself.”

“Can you do that?”

“My dear, sweet child. That’s what I do. It’s what I live for: to help unfortunate merfolk, like yourself. Poor souls with no one else to turn to.” The boy looks skeptical. Jimin knows he hasn’t completely lost him though, so he continues trying to earn the boy’s trust.

“I admit that in the past I've been a nasty. They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch. But you'll find that nowadays, I've mended all my ways, repented, seen the light, and made a switch. True? Yes.” He turns his back on Jungkook, swimming towards his precious eels. “And I fortunately know a little magic. It's a talent that I always have possessed. And here lately, please don't laugh, I use it on behalf of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed-”caressing Jin and Taehyung “-pathetic!” He goes to grab something from his shelves, pulling the eels along with him.

“Poor unfortunate souls in pain, in need. This one longing to be thinner-” he gestures to Jin, “-That one wants to get the girl-” he gestures to Taehyung, “and do I help them? Yes, indeed!” His snap turns both eels into beautiful mers, Jin a female and Taehyung a male. Jungkook’s eyes widen. Surely, if Jimin could do that, he could give him legs. Jimin feels his resolve dissolving, but he knows he isn’t there, yet.

“Those poor unfortunate souls. So sad, so true. They come flocking to my cauldron crying, ‘Spells, Jimin, please!’ And I help them? Yes I do!” He swims back to the prince, slinging his arm around his shoulder, so they can watch what unfolds next.

“Now, it's happened once or twice, someone couldn't pay the price, and I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals. Yes, I've had the odd complaint, but on the whole I've been a saint to those poor unfortunate souls.” The eels contort, obviously in pain, before reverting back to their true forms. They hold hold each other and whimper, playing into Jimin’s narrative.

“Now, here's the deal: I will make you a potion that will turn you into a human for three days. Got that? Three days. Now, listen. This is important: before the sun sets on the third day, you've got to get your little princess to fall in love with you, that is, she's got to kiss you; not just any kiss, the kiss of True Love. If she does kiss you before you before the sun sets on the third day, you'll remain human permanently! But, if she doesn't, you turn back into a merman and... you belong to me! Have we got a deal?” He begins to move around the room, throwing ingredients into the cauldron simmering in the middle of the cave.

“If I become human, I'll never be with my father or sisters again!”

“But, you'll have, your man. Life's full of tough choices, isn't it? Oh! And there is, one more thing! We haven't discussed the subject of payment!”

“But I don’t have any-”

“I'm not asking much. Just a token, really, a trifle. What I want from you is... your voice.”

“My voice?”

“You've got it, sweet cakes. No more talking, singing, zip-”

“But without my voice, how will I-”

“You'll have your looks! Your pretty face! And don't underestimate the importance of body language, Ha!” Jimin proceeds with his explanation of how conversation is boring to women and what not. Honestly, he made it up on the spot, but it seemed to have worked.

“Come on, you poor unfortunate soul, go ahead, make your choice! I'm a very busy man, and I haven't got all day. It won't cost much, just your voice!” He produces a gold scroll out of nowhere. The bottom unrolling to reveal a signature line. Jin produces a very menacing skull quill for him to sign. “You poor unfortunate soul, it's sad but true. If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you've got to pay the toll. Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll! Jin and Taehyung, now I've got her, boys! The boss is on a roll!” Jungkook takes the quill, quickly signing the the scroll, even drawing a little heart under the k.“This poor unfortunate soul.” Namjoon and Hoseok arrived just as the scroll vanished. They begin to shout, but Taehyung silences them both. They are left there to watch helplessly as their best friend loses his voice to the wicked sea witch. They don’t even know what he got in return.

Jimin begins chanting, holding his magic shell above the swirling mixture. “Beluga, sevruga come winds of the Caspian Sea. Larengix glaucitis et max laryngitis la voce to me. Now, sing.” The boy’s beautiful voice floats throughout the cavern, swirling into the shell before silence fills the sea. There is a loud cracking noise as Jungkook’s fin instantly becomes two legs. He gasps, only to find his new lungs filling with water.

“Now swim. Swim. Swim for your life, human child.” He holds what little breath he has, pushing himself up slowly. Taehyung releases Hoseok and Namjoon; they rush to help him. He breaches the surface gasping for air. He collapses on the warm sand before everything goes black.

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I have one question... can I /please/ scream you with about drarry? I have /no one/ else to talk to them about and also thank you the long fic rec. Short fics always ends to early for me and makes me want more!

SCREAM AT ME FRIEND!

I HEREBY GIVE YOU EXPRESS PERMISSION TO SLAM THE ASK BUTTON AS MANY TIMES AS YOU CAN TO HOLLER AT ME ABOUT THE GIFT THAT IS DRARRY.

I am not particularly good at organising fic recs and I am doing these just based on my personal interest and mood right now but here are a few ones that I missed out on in the previous rec post!!

Hope you enjoy and spazz to me and the authors on how much you enjoyed them!! They would LOVE to know what you think!

This is a long post. Please click “J” to skip it. Thank you!

Right Hand Red by @lqtraintracks - 73k words

Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

You want UST? You want Eighth Year Snarky Draco? You want Muggle game nights that turn just this side of naughty? Well! Look no more! This fic offers all that and more!! Gods, yes this fic. SO MUCH LOVE.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl - 115k words

Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Anything, I said, didn’t I? Anything by Saras_Girl is worth giving your soul to. Its so good, so perfect, so sweet that your heart melts everytime the beetle rushesover to Draco. Everytime Harry and Draco interact and everytime you read this fic. Again and again.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi - 58k words

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Oh man this fic is so lovely. Its so carefully crafted and Harry’s emotions are so hilariously written I feel like reading this all over again. Just do it, please!

The Pure and Simple Truth by lettered - 65k words

Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations.

There is literally nothing better than this. The conversations in here are sparkling! I am so enamored with anything Lettered writes but this remains close to my heart!

The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound - 81k words

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

This fic man!! Oh man! I could very well marry this fic I love it SO MUCH. It has everything! Sixth Year AU, creature fic, auror fic, banter, UST, bonding (mating which is SO GOOD). This remains my favorite of creature fics argh just please do yourself a favour and read it ok?

The Shape of The World by @bixgirl1 - 48k words

Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco’s life is finally getting back in order. Until, that is, he sees a familiar face that has been missing since that last awful morning of the war.

When has knowing Potter done anything other than complicate his life?

Although, for two people such as Potter and Malfoy, how can they fall in love except to put aside their preconceived notions about one another?

Memory loss fics are tricky and oh man this fic is so carefully crafted, so wonderfully dealt with that you THINK its effortless but damnnn! Draco does everything to help Harry here and MAN their interactions are GOLD. So good, so well done, just trust me, read it!

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn’t Really Want, Thanks. by @seefin - 70k words

It was addictive, the feeling of Draco Malfoy telling him things in a soft voice early in the morning. Harry felt like he was taming a wild animal, or petting a cat that hated everybody else. This train existed outside of time, that was the only explanation Harry could come up with as to why Malfoy was actually having a civil conversation with him right now.

Harry can see the future. He gets visions. And. Then there is Malfoy in them. So naturally, Harry now wants to chat up Malfoy. You would think the boy has had enough of fates playing with him, but no. This fic is just so snarky, so classy, its the best thing to read on a snowy night with hot chocolate on your side.

There’s a Pureblood Custom for That by lomonaaeren - 106k words

The day that Harry stops Draco Malfoy and his son from being bothered in the middle of Diagon Alley starts a strange series of interactions between him and Malfoy. Who knew there was a pure-blood custom for every situation?

Lomonaaeren is like a force to be reckoned with, ok? There are no genres, no tropes, no writing style they haven’t dipped their fingers in and made it their own. They bend things to their will and make a fic so classy it leaves you speechless. So beautiful man….like wow.

In Pieces by @dysonrules - 85k words

Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost.

Dysonrules was one of the first authors I read when I ventured into drarry and damn she stole my heart and still has it. Her writing is so wholesome and funny and sweet I cannot imagine going a month without re-reading some of hers. Here, Malfoy is a ghost and Harry works extra hard to bring him back to life. Also, ghost sex which REALLY wont freak you out trust me. Its so hot!

Playing the Hero by @l0vegl0wsinthedark - 30k words

Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free…

Break up and Make up fics ARE MY CALLING I TELL YOU. You write that a hundred times, I will still read it. A hundred times. This fic is so hot, the writer has some extra smut writing gifts I tell you because the porn is just too awesome argh//clenches fist//

Anyway! These are just 10 fics, once again off the top of my head. I have missed so many, and oh man so many are gonna be added with the New Erised (//screams// YESSSS!!!!!!!) I cannot wait to read them all!!!

#drarry #niri babbles #fic recs #Please Please Please #READ THIS #THEY ARE ALL SO GOOD #argh I am going to read them again arent I ?#you my friend are an enabler

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[STAR TREK] FANFICTION REC LIST

Phew! I’ve been reading a lot of fics so I’ve been doing this rec-list of my favourites for you. trust me it’s from MANY sources and depths of the internet. I’m gonna try to keep it clearly organized and updated.

Also, these fics are really various, but the pairings are only combinatinos of Spock, Kirk and McCoy. I warn you I have a huge thing for AUs.

I used AO3 ratings and sometimes included author’s description.

This is also a thanks to my nearly 400 followers, I LOVE YOU all! I hope this comes any useful to you!

TOS

Spock/Kirk

E// Hours of Freedom is a both-sided amnesia fic but the best I’ve read. Kirk and Spock in forest, surviving, fluffing around and eventually smutting.

E// Got You is a Mirror-verse PWP where Spock and Kirk do it right on the bridge. Yes, you heard me, in front of everyone. One of the hottest PWPs ever.

E// The Friend Awesome in-character fic taking place on Vulcan, exploring Kirk’s jealousy and sexuality

E// The power of suggestion Under an unfortunate influence of a drug, Kirk starts temporarily believing he and Spock have been lovers. One of the best get/together fics and solutions of long secret crush I’ve read!

M// Communication A wonderful epistolary fic (I love these) Being at war, Spock is separated from his crew before the end of 5YM and they miss each other immensely. They quite maturely handle their affections for each other and start writing between the lines.

T// A means to an end A morning-after fic with an interesting twist! Kirk and Spock shyly & slyly taking their friendship to ‘the next level’ :D

E// Turbo Tale This story is from Turbo lift’s POINT OF VIEW. No, trust me. This is too wonderful and I’ve never read a blowjob scene used so strangely appropriately and affectionately like here. .

G// The Game Very entertaining and originally handled challenge by the author. The crew plays a game in a bar. I love this too much.

E// The Berries One of the best ‘we’re in forest, you’re drunk and we’re too surprised we’ve both loved and craved each other all along so let’s get it finally over with’ I’ve EVER read.

E// Personal Effects Spock received a personal android, he likes him a lot. Kirk is furiously jealous.

M// Shall We? This one is different and so weird? It has plot but a humorous one and somehow this kept me entertained and I appreciate it in a strange way. Such an original view of K/S development!

E// Absolution The author truly spoiled me with this fic. It is a fuel to my hurt/comfort love, there is nothing like nasty abduction and then (most of the fic) soothing the character (Kirk) delicately with love while every single sentence of it is PERFECTLY in character that it awes me. The thing is very real. (However I only enjoyed the first half as much, I’m not sure if I ever finished the second.)

G// First comes love AU. Kirk is a single parent and Spock is a child doctor. Why you should read this? 1) PUREST THING EVER. 2) REALISTIC PURE CHILD’S (David) POV. 3) His daddy is falling in love with his doctor?!! 4)OhgodpleasejustREADit... I just wish this was longer *cries*

E// At a glance Teenage!AU. Ok I just realized I read this as AOS? It totally worked? Anyway, I only read 2 chapters because it felt satisfying enough the other day but I was IN LOVE with the first kissing scene, one of the most powerful I’ve EVER read. Love at first sight. Epic. I’m gonna finish it one day and update my opinion.

E// Surrender PWP. Warning for dub-con and dom/sub elements. Normally I’m not so into this and if yes I don’t bother rec-ing it BUT I am doing so for the massage scene because hot damn, that was the hottest stuff ever. Simply well-written Spock seducing Kirk. (wth was this published in year 1997?!?)

E// Master and Commander A satisfying first-time PWP, awkward shower sharing, pleasant switching of the roles.

E// Getting What You Wished For Having any wish on a planet that creates anything for you, Spock (very logically) summons copy of Captain Kirk to deal with his oh so suppressed sexual and romantic feelings toward him. It doesn’t work but it might give him a push to finally confess.

E// Ardor Amazing PWP which just didn’t feel too cliché for my taste. Features gym red pants and very nice foreplay and resolved sexual tension wohoo.

G// in love with my captain This is just a drabble to warm your heart. It’s just the last sentence...is everything good in the world.

T// An Impossible Smile “ Captain Kirk has a seductive smile that no man or woman can stand up to. He uses this against Spock.” THIS IS SO GOOD because nobody ever portrays Spock as ‘one of Kirk’s conquests’ (sorry for that) but this one does and IT HURTS SO BAD but it’s short enough so you won’t die but..wow..

E// Rose Hips and Vulcan Lips PWP with FLUFF, married Spirk, Spock is cold, there’s Kirk’s mom in the house while the two dorks go warm up in the shower and do nasty things, anyway: "Spock...Only you could stand there, naked, in the shower, with soapy water running down your chest and that big, thick hard-on poking out at me, talking about plants with vitamin C. And I love you for it." :>> i want marriage like that.

Spock/McCoy

T// Questions, Questions Brilliantly in-character fic about Spock being forced to answer very personal questions to McCoy as a part of the physical. M// The Sample is a sequel to Questions, Questions, where Spock must deliver semen sample for McCoy. He is failing, and asks for help. I will read these for the rest of my life.

E// Aegri Somnia Spock and McCoy are stranded on a planet and fight for their life. PERFECT food for hurt/comfort lovers. Contains horror atmosphere, very naturalistic description, love confessions & cuddles. What’s not to love.

E// I have enough Huge hurt/comfort. I have a thing for depressed!Bones and this one suffers all included (alcohol, secret love for Spock, self-harm..) But don’t worry, he gets the comfort he deserves.

T// Nothing By Halves This is mostly for the nice idea. All I can tell you is copy the description and my favourite quote summing it up: “McCoy wishes he could talk to Spock's human half. After a transporter malfunction, he can.” And: “It wasn't your human half I needed to get through to, or the Vulcan. It was just you.” I’m crying.

E// What happens in Vegas Can be AOS too. Crack-ish. This was lot of fun. Well, the first part looked more promising. Somehow I thought it would be better if they slept together sooner, when it was still kind of taboo, you know what I mean? It turned too sugary for me which seems to by my frequent problem but still adorable and fun fic!

Spock/Kirk/McCoy

E// Always watching You - “An asexual but not aromantic Spock contemplates his relationship with Jim and Leonard.” Exceptional fic.

E// Unbearable “As McCoy struggles with holding Spock’s katra, he finds himself stuck in the middle of a relationship between his best friend and a dead man.” How bittersweet.

E// Get the party started (if it works for all parties involved) PWP-ish. “Jim caught Bones calling Jim's and Spock's name in his 'self-loving' time. Jim's solution? Phone Spock. While Bones's still at it so Spock could hear it first-hand, of course.” Wohoooo! Voyeurism is my weakness trope.

E// Beautiful Liar “McCoy reveals hidden feelings for Spock after accidental contact with his mind. He doesn't know Kirk and Spock are lovers, so Jim lies to him.” This is actually kinda sad? But not exactly angsty.

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AOS

Spock/Kirk

M// The Exchange Student Teenage Spirk AU. Jim is abused by his step-father, Spock, the exchange student comes to his rescue. Hurt/comfort, so fluffy, SO beautiful!

E// Gift An AU, takes place on xenophoibic Vulcan; Spock finds a young human and decides to keep him. I love how they grow up together and develop an unhealthy addiction to each other. However it gets a bit angsty at the end and I’m unsure how the ending makes me feel.

E// Papers in the Roadside AU. Jim owns a bar and Spock is a mysterious journalist who makes him lose his mind. This story has flawless atmosphere and slow development. It is essential.

E// Educated Differences A standard 21. century university AU where Jim and Spock are put as roommates and I don’t think I even need to comment this.

T// Mayday, My Darling Very realistic fic about Spock getting drug-addicted. I don’t usually enjoy established relationship but THIS is perfection! Tags speak for it all.

T// Subtext Jim has a crush on Spock, he misses him and regrettably end up trying to pick him through texting. Very enjoyable ‘texting’ fic (mostly.) Also funny and fluffy!

E// Tray Tables and Seatbelt Signs AU. You ever heard of Mile High Club? No? You will now. Spock is hot flight attendant and Jim a very annoying and needy passenger. Bonus: best description of Bones&Jim friendship ever.

E// In time AU. Kirk’s mother leaves to space for years and emplys Spock as her son’s ‘caretaker.’ Now, I know how difficult it is to characterise a child/teenager well but this author took my breath away. Jim's development feels 110% real and the relationship of him and Spock over THE YEARS is developing perfectly, it's balanced, flowing ideally fast. Lot of mutual pinning, slow-build, hurty comforty this is SO GOOOOOD and pure.

T// Stacks AU. Librarian!Jim and cadet!Spock. What I liked about this one is that Kirk was so pure, contrary to other AOS fics. As a librarian, interested in a regular Vulcan guest, he has this really nice character vibe. And he doesn't think it's creepy when Spock makes awkward sexual propositions and just goes with it because he actually respects him for once.

E// The third wheel Academy AU. Awh yes, another fandiction that I simply devoured at once. Spock is a professor who calmly dates around with cadet Uhura but Jim is an annoying bastard who decides to steal Uhura from him, however he ends up falling in love with Spock and stealing him instead. Spock is succumbing hopelessly and adorably, god.

M// The Fountain AU. “Somehow, Jim thought the brothel would be different—big and beautiful. Not like this, with just one broken Vulcan.” What can I say? Jim rescues Spock from where he certainly doesn’t belong. Hurt/comfort is my oxygen. Bones making important and appreciated appearance as well!

M// A Kingdom to Come Fairy-tale AU. “Jim has been ordered by his mother, Queen Winona of Terra, to marry crown princess T'Pring of Vulcan. He intends to do no such thing.” Who doesn’t need a kingdom-set fic once in their life? I tell you, this is better than you think, do give it a try. I could not stop until I finished. Pure gold.

T// Mother, why Kirk is a waiter and Spock was arranged an outrageous blind date with Gary Mitchell in the restaurant. Jim manages to be the only pleasant thing on the date. Pity for the happy but open ending.

E// Muddy Waters Uni AU. I’m not sure about this one. I know I really loved the beginning, or half of it and then again I was deeply disappointed and dropped it. But in this fic Spock is a human but has ‘Vulcan syndrome’ or something so he looks like a vulcan so that was pretty cool I think.

E// Creep College AU. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to read this at first but I am glad I did!! It was very good! The characters were given their names because their parents were Star Trek fans and stuff?? So they are in the Star Trek fandom? Kirk is in love with a ff writer while dealing with this creepy classmate at school. Well, as the author says: “ One story, two storylines, one love.”

Spock/Kirk/McCoy

E// Called You Friend This is not a fanfiction, this is PURE ART. This is so imaginative, various, makes you feel things. You have to read bit between the lines to follow the plot but this is just beautiful.

McKirk

E// Life is Just a Bowl Full of Peaches ??? AU. I don’t even know why I saved this one but I knew I could regret it?? Crack-ish, maybe? McCoy is a single parent countryman and he is online dating Jim, thinking he's a GIRL. I don't know. Just. It’s fun but it’s also like nice? I don’t know if I finished but I definitelly enjoyed the beginning.

T// Subtlety Cute Cofee shop AU! Too bad it isn’t longer.

#star trek #fanfiction #rec #rec list #recommendations #spirk #spones #mcspirk #mckirk #james t kirk #spock #bones #leonard #mccoy #fic #tos #aos #slash

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todokori-kun · 7 years

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(Ugh, sorry for this late reply! OTL I’ve been busy and whenever I sat down to try and write this message it would be bedtime before I’d even gotten halfway through)

If we want him to be happy the best, most plausible and canon-compliant choice is Saiko…yet Ishida’s been ignoring her ever since she told Urie she loves him ;-; #IshidaY

Correction: Ishida (like Shuu and Uta) is a picky eater. He’ll only eat human flesh that’s been steadily stewing in misery for at least a year, and the bitterest, saltiest tears are all he ever drinks.

Ishida’s eating habits being similar to Uta’s makes sense though, since he actually said he gave Uta some of his hobbies lol

Just stop hurting us, please…Ishida needs to redeem himself with Hide’s return as quickly as possible. Either that or something bad needs to happen to Furuta (if Rize somehow breaks free and eats him I’m sure at least half of the fandom would realize that they can, in fact, be satisfied).

Hmm, I was fine with Re up until this arc. Touken feels forced, shippy fluff and Mutsuki drama is getting in the way of the ACTUAL plot (even with all his trolling skills, Ishida cannot convince me that sex scenes and love triangles/squares are more important than how the Q squad is dealing with their trauma from the last battle, what Juuzou, Urie and other investigators are going to do now that they suspect Furuta is lying, how the rest of Goat is doing, what Uta and the Clowns are up to, and Furuta finding a way to, oh, I don’t know, BRING BACK THE FREAKING DEAD). It’s like Ishida has a really interesting plot in there somewhere, but he’s buried it beneath the pointless, badly timed romance.

As for Mutsuki, I used to be a bit 'meh' about them (I used to like them, and then I didn’t mind their backstory/the treatment they got at Torso’s hands simply because I got spoiled and knew it was coming from the very beginning, plus the parellels with Kaneki had me thinking they’d get a similar interesting development) but I’m starting to become more and more indifferent towards them because they just feel really flat now- a basic murder-bot, a copy of characters like Yuno Gasai. Maybe I’d sympathize with them more if their love for Sasaki/Kaneki felt a bit more genuine, but as it is, it seems lacking. It feels like we’re viewing Mutsuki from an outsider’s POV; not much about their actual feelings or thought process about the entire situation, just a bunch of crazy, yandere moments with a few

That AU…make it canon, Ishida. (jk, but seriously). I’m one of those people who won’t complain no matter how much the creators pile on the angst as long as it’s plausible angst (I’m afraid I’m a bit of a masochist when it comes to fandoms…) but I like to think of my favorite characters being happy for once ;-;

0/////0 TYSM ;-; You’re so supportive and sweet and just asdfj;lk (it’s not easy to reduce me to keyboard-smashing but I have a lot of feelings right now) <333 I’m still scared because there are two ways this could go (either I somehow get over my fear and do ok, which would probably be really good for the anxiety, or I just freeze the second I step onto the stage…which would probably make things worse) HOWEVER, for Queen Luna I shall do my best !!!! <33333 :D

But wait a sec…‘King’…

Plot Twist: I am the real One-eyed King

Also

‘Urie & Tumblr(Evans): A short story’

-Urie pretends not know what tumblr is

-Only he totally does

-It’s an addictive hole of darkness

-And Luna spends way too much time on it for his liking

-Ok, so it’s not tumblr he’s worried about, really

-It’s this guy called Evans that Luna keeps talking to

-And no, he did not just assume this person’s gender, he (ACCIDENTALLY) saw one of Luna’s messages to them calling them a ‘king’

-She never calls HIM stuff like that there’s only that stupid nickname ‘Oreo Cookie’

-Jealousy?

-N O

-That’s for the common folk like Sasaki

-Look, he’s just worried about his s/o ok

-Then one day he brings it up

-'The 'King’ thing was an inside joke of sorts’

-'Evans is a heterosexual female’

-R.I.P Urie, who must now admit that he was indeed jealous

(super awkward crack that suddenly popped into my head

And aww, I’m really so glad you enjoy the HCs ^^)

Me + a person with Shuu’s personality would be pretty hilarious if we managed to get along well. Since at first sight, I appear like this really quite and polite person who’s way too nice for their own good (sort of like an even more introverted and awkward version of Kuroneki), but with people I’m really close with I suddenly turn into Haise with all of his cringe-worthy moments- plus a little bit of dry humor and sarcasm.

Haven’t got the chance to listen to all of those yet but what little I’ve heard sounds lovely! The first three and Soldier Game are my favorites, I think :)

Give it a few weeks and I’ll probably be joining you in Idol hell…

Loki’s hair is actually as long/maybe longer than Thor’s in later movies tho XD but I’m glad Thor’s getting some love! A lot of fans just characterize him as this big blonde idiot who has no clue what he’s doing, when in fact he’s grown quite a bit since the first Thor movie, where he was a reckless, hot-blooded, proud and arrogant person who really did have no clue what he was doing…sort of like musical-verse Hamilton minus his book smart nature and power of speech (isn’t that a terrifying thought?). Never knowing when to shut up and back down, which is coincidentally one of the things that damaged his relationship with Loki- who is his opposite in almost everything.

Without spoiling too much, let’s just say:

Thor is the extrovert, Loki is the introvert. Thor relies mostly on his raw physical power to get the job done (though he’s much more diplomatic now than he was in his first movie), Loki’s power lies in his words (he IS the god of lies after all) and his cunning. Thor can sometimes be a bit thick about the emotions of those around him, Loki reads people like open books and manipulates them like puppets on a string. No matter how much Thor grows up he’ll still have a bit of his old hot-tempered, non-stop personality, while Loki usually prefers to wait for it until he’s sure of the situation.

Unfortunately, Asgard (Thor and Loki’s 'home’- though Loki doesn’t consider Asgard his home anymore) values courageous warriors over quiet scholars and sorcerers like Loki. They praise honesty and boldness; Loki’s lies and illusions make them uneasy and they see him as a coward.

Despite being a prince, Loki has spent almost his whole life being identified as simply 'Thor’s brother’. People tolerate him because he’s a prince and Thor’s Brother, 'friends’ hang out with him because he’s Thor’s Brother, few openly show that they dislike him becuase he’s Thor’s Brother. Heck, when he lands on earth during the first Avengers movie, humans immediately identify him as none other than Thor’s Brother. He’s spent his entire life in Thor’s shadow.

It’s a very Burr-Hamilton relationship, and you can’t really blame Loki for wanting to be in the room where it happens.

(Also, the daddy issues.

I mean, look at what Odin and Laufey did

(SPOILERS for first Thor movie)

What Laufey (king of the frost giants) did:

1: Abandoned Loki because he was a 'runt’

2: Didn’t just abandon him; left him outside in the freezing cold in the middle of a freaking battlefield

What Odin did:

1: He rescued Loki when Laufey abandoned him because he felt sorry for the child…and also because he was planning use him as a pawn to someday make peace with the frost giants.

2: was planning to never, ever have a decent, reasonable 'you’re adopted, but you’re just as much my child as Thor is’ conversation with Loki

3: 'Yes, frost giants are terrible, bloodthirsty creatures, they are completely irredeemable’

4: some years later- 'Am I…? 'Yes, you are also a frost giant’

5: it’s heavily implied that he, like most others, always paid more attention to Thor than Loki

6: 'FATHER! I could have done it! For you…!’ 'No, Loki.’ *lets his adoptive son FALL INTO AN ABYSS IN SPACE. Like, he literally just stands there, watching Loki let go and fall to his death (well, not actually death, but that’s what it looks like)*

6: 'Both of you were born to be kings’

Later: 'All this because Loki desires a throne…YOUR BIRTHRIGHT WAS TO DIE! As a child, cast out on a frozen rock. If I had not taken you in, perhaps you would not be here now to hate me.’

I don’t hate Odin as much as the rest of the fandom seems to, and I do think he had reasons for doing what he did, but the fact still stands that he can be a massive hypocrite (tells Loki that he can’t try to take over the earth because they are no different from humans in the end, then tells Thor he shouldn’t date a human woman and calls her a 'goat’) and the things he did to Loki were just cruel.

Also, Thor, though he never wanted to hurt Loki, didn’t help. From what little we got to see in the Thor movies, it seems he also thought Loki was a bit weird for his quiet nature and interest in books and magic, usually refused to listen to anything he had to say, and just took his presence for granted most of the time so that he never realized how much Loki mattered to him until he lost him.)

Ok, so I’m trying to start the fic and I’m narrowing it down to Urie, Ken, and Shuu. I mean, the obvious choice is Urie since it seems like he’s one of your faves, but Heathers is a bit of a…graphic…story and while I’ve thrown in a bit of extra fluff IT WILL NOT BE A HAPPY FIC. So. Maybe you don’t want to see your favorite character hurt that way…

Also, because it’s HEATHERS, the story that’s set in a normal high school with absolutely no sci-fi or fantasy yet manages to be almost as dark as Black Butler, I guess I should put some warnings…

Slight yandere-ish behavior, murder, bullying, very vague mentions of self-harm and suicide (nobody actually does it or did it though), implied child abuse, sort-of-smut(scene cuts off right before anything smutty actually happens), and a ton of angst

(hint: it’s probably angstier than that thing I wrote about Viktor in a TG AU)

Is this ok with you?

Last note: Heathers and DEH both have a lot of dialogue to fill up the spaces between songs so you might want to either read the plots on wikipedia or talk with me every one or two songs so I can help explain what’s going on ^^

No worries ^^ I was a bit worried though, since I though you interpreted my ‘no new fandoms until the weekend!’ as ‘no messages until the weekend’

About the new chapter (127), has there been another time skip? Also, Shuu’s back! I’m sure you’re happy to see your hubby again (･ω<)☆ And I’m so proud of Naki ;-; My boy’s finally speaking properly.

#bringSaikoback #becauseHe’sEvilThat’sY

Wait, she confessed her love? Man, I’ve forgotten a lot of things…

Yeah, that seems about right… What a gourmet.

Mask making, then? or eating eyeballs, that also wouldn’t be so weird.

I want Hide to come back to life and become the next Jesus or something, saving absolutely everyone, because why not? I mean, he’s Hide after all. Rize eating Furuta would be enough to get me to read the manga again (I already am, tho, at least somewhat. It’s your fault)

Maybe Ishida’s trying to redeem himself by giving us all the lovey-dovey stuff? It’s a shitty redemption attempt, but still… and bringing back the dead certainly is an interesting way to advance the plot. hopefully it turns out to be a good one as well. hopefully.

i understand how/why mutsuki would fall for sasaki, but it was done in a very bad time and generally doesn’t fit with anything. id be a lot happier if they went murder crazy, but without the whole sasaki obsession. just let the guy be happy for fucks sake

You’re definitely a masochist. I mean, anyone who reads TGRe is (does that make me one as well…?). The AU is my pride and joy, the best idea I’ve ever had. I mean, just imagine it. Everyone being happy and enjoying life without suffering.

I’m sure you’ll do just fine ^^ I may not have anxiety but I do know the feeling of stage-fright. I mean, just a few weeks ago, I was at the japanese speaking contest and I still remember how badly I was shaking before, during and after my speech. I was so afraid I’d mess up… and I did! I did not understand any of the questions they asked me. Only later did I realise what they were trying to say, but in the moment, I was too scared to comprehend basically anything. However, I got through it, no matter how scared I was. So I’m sure you’ll do just as well, if not better!

All hail King Evans, the One Eyed King! Now go stop the fighting between ghouls and humans, please.

Yeah, Evans is a bit of a boyish name. My first association with it before I met you was Soul Evans, from Soul Eater, a guy. It’s also part of the reason why I was really afraid to write anything that might delude your gender, since lots of people get mad when people assume.

Jealous Urie would be one of the most hilarious things ever. He’s to awkward to admit it, which means he also doesn’t do anything about it. How fun.

But you still haven’t answered my question… Who would you pick to be your significant other from the other fandoms we share, like Kuroshitsuji, AoT or YoI? Or even the Avengers universe ;) You’re not avoiding it!

Honestly, Shuu is one of those people who get along with basically everyone, so I’m sure you’d get along with him. Besides, he’s empathetic, so he’d give everyone a chance to open up.

IDOL HELL! Join us...

Oh really? Well, I was planning on watching the first Avengers movie and the Thor movies today and tomorrow (and maybe during the next week), so I’ll definitely tell you my opinion, then ^^ But Thor has short hair in the new movie. I am definitely not satisfied =3=

The whole family has some huge issues, doesn’t it? (thor’s family)

I say Kaneki, because it’s not a happy fic and out of the three, I like him the least.

Sure, I’m fine with basically everything at this point. TG has ruined me in the darkness of itself (i don’t know what im typing anymore, don’t question me, please)

Okay, I’ll make sure to ask you about anything I don’t understand when I start listening to it ^^

#evans #submission

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