#accidentally made him prettier than intended

[mylittlesyn]

Yuuji x Reader

You can ignore this. I'm not well today so I wrote some hurt/comfort with my favorite sunshine boy.

TW: mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts, angst, self hatred, alcohol

You laid on the bed on your side, glass of water empty while the glass next to it still had a finger of whiskey. The bag of chips was left open on the floor, probably stale by now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were so utterly apathetic that your phone had far passed the alert for 15% and was now at 3%. The charging cable was on the floor, right between the bag of chips and the nightstand, but you couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. Maybe if you stared at it for long enough it would magically snake its way and settle into your phone’s charging port. What did it matter whether it charged anyways? It’s not like you were paying attention to any of the people who had been messaging you, texting you, emailing you, calling you all day long. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t bring yourself to muster up even the slightest sliver of will power to bother responding.

Instead you laid in your bed. The bed that was nothing more than a spiderweb made of firm springs and no pillow top. You hated this bed and how uncomfortable it was, but you spent so much time in it. It’s not like you could afford anything better. Bouncing between jobs that were nowhere near what you imagined yourself to be working in, making minimum wage that was barely enough to survive. Just when you started to save up money to indulge in yourself, something breaks. A parking ticket, a new lock for the door, a plumber, an electrician, car tires… And this time… You. You lay broken in bed scrolling through tumblr, reading a post where you misunderstand something. It was funny, you almost even smiled for a second, so you decided to share the misunderstanding… Only to erase everything you had just written because… It wasn’t that funny. Was it?

They barely know you anyways. Even if they have noticed you, they don’t really like you. You’re nothing but a burden to them, an annoyance. They rarely interact with you, only doing so when you initiate. In fact… Everyone on tumblr always interacts with you only when you initiate. You’re alone. All. Alone. Hiding your phone under your pillow, you roll over to the other side, pulling the blanket further up, covering your shoulder. Curling yourself up in a ball, you tried to physically make you feel as small as you felt. The amount of friends you had in real life were down to three, and one of them was your boyfriend. One friend you’ve had since middle school, reconnecting with them when you were forced to move back home because of your financial situation, the other you met through said friend. Your boyfriend you met by chance. He was your main source of serotonin and it truly wasn’t fair the way you depended on him.

There were times you felt like breaking up with him, setting him free so he could find someone better than you. Someone prettier, smarter, more successful. Someone who wouldn’t drag him down when you went on your spirals. Someone who would love him in ways you couldn’t, because you couldn’t even love yourself. But you were selfish. Oh so selfish, so you kept him all to yourself. Why? Because you were terrified. You were absolutely terrified of what you might think if you didn’t have your bright pink haired sunshine boy as your source of serotonin. The thoughts that might creep in… The things you might do…

Rolling back over, you took the glass with whiskey and drank what was left. Maybe if you thought hard enough, the glass would refill… But alas… That would never happen, and you didn’t intend on getting up anytime soon. Rather than move, you thought about driving down the street and a car that ran a red light crashing into you. You thought about crossing the street and how close cars have gotten. About sitting on a rooftop and accidentally slipping. Starving to death… Of course that would take too long.

Closing your eyes, you hoped you didn’t have to wake up anymore. Squeezing them harder made no difference. The sound of someone knocking on the door caused your eyes to fly open. Move. Move. Get up. Sit up. Move. The banging on the door continued and you could hear your boyfriend calling out your name on the other side. Somehow that only made things worse. Tears welled up in your eyes with your lips in an uncontrollable frown. He was too sweet, too good for you. You weren’t worth it. You were never worth it. The banging stopped. Did he finally realize it too? Was he giving up? Letting you wallow in your own self-pity?

The sound of the door opening and closing followed by some footsteps led to him standing in the doorway of your bedroom. “Ita…” You whined quietly before more tears rolled over. He rushed over to your, placing a cloth bag on the floor at your bedside.

“Hey…” He cooed while rubbing his hand on your shoulder. “I brought all your favorites… Lay’s Cheddar and Sour Cream, some Kit Kats, Ben and Jerry’s half baked, some chicken tenders, mac n cheese with mashed…-” He stopped once you started crying even harder, bringing the blanket up to cover your eyes. “Wait what’d I do wrong?!” He panicked which triggered you to bawl.

“NUTHING!” You told him as he lowered your hands, exposing your messy, puffy face.

“Hey…” He cooed again with his warm hand on your cheek. His lips pressed to your forehead, and you finally stilled for a moment with a gasp. Wails calmed to whimpers as you stared into those honey colored eyes. “Is it a low, or did something happen…?”

“You’re too good.” You whined, your lips in that ugly pout that wrinkled your entire chin, creating all those little divots that made it the definition of ugly crying. “Too good for me.” He just chuckled as you felt your pillowcase continue to soak.

“A low then… What would you like to eat first?”

“I mean it, Ita…” You pouted, the tears slowing as he looked into the bag.

“Stop.” He placed the bag down again and tilted his head to the side to match yours and press your forehead to his. “You are beautiful. You are smart. Kind. Caring. You are worth the world to me, and I love you. I know you might not feel any of those things right now, and you might not believe me right now either, and that’s ok.” His eyes were darting between the two of yours, and while you weren’t sure you believed it yourself… You felt that’s what he believed. “What’s not ok is your ice cream melting so why don’t you tell me what you want to eat first.” You both snickered for a moment. Your first smile of the day.

“The fried chicken.” You hummed while breathing in through your nose to smell it with your mouth watering. When you glanced up at him, you noticed his grin was from ear to ear, that alone lifted your heart. The serotonin that you needed was finally here and while a part of you knew this wasn’t healthy, it was something you could worry about later. Itadori helped you sit up, your legs moving off of the bed with his hand returning to your cheek. The tips of his fingers mingled with your tangled hair before he pressed another kiss to your forehead. He handed you the black styrofoam box and placed it on your lap. The warmth from it touched your bare thighs as you scooched back on the bed. You watched as your boyfriend left your bedroom and you felt alone again for a moment, the sound of his footsteps being the only thing to provide you relief. When he came back, he started to tell you about his day. It was mindless, and he knew you never spoke much when you were in these states, but hearing his voice was like a calming white noise. He had moved onto the bed behind you, your head resting on his chest as you both picked at the food. Just when you were feeling a bit yourself, he placed a dot of mashed potatoes on your nose. “Ita!” You whimpered after giving up on trying to reach it with your tongue. Instead he reached out with his and licked it of. Your immediate reaction was to push back on his shoulder while trying to conceal your smile.

“What?!” He chuckled before grabbing the remote to the TV. He held out his hand to turn on the streaming service, while you stared at the smile that was always home on his face.

“I just… I love you.” You whispered while he put the remote down.

“I love you too.” He murmured against your cheek.

#yuuji itadori #yuji x reader #jjk #I'm just not well today sorry guys #It was a struggle to write the comfort alone #i have no boyfriend or yuji #so #i'm just gonna sulk more i guess

[marchioness-caprina]

You Like Me Not?

Pairings : Takami Keigo (Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warnings : Mild Cussing

Word Count 3290

3rd Person's POV

" Hawks. I'll ask you Nicely ok? Can you Please Please keep your distance from That New hero in your agency? That Foxy bimbo bitch what's her name again? " Y/n ranted narrowing her eyes towards Keigo who was casually lounging down on the couch with an amused look on his face.

" Now now Little Dove, I can't avoid her if you don't even know her name. But if I must say it then... Hmm" Keigo's eyes gleamed mischievously at the female in front of him as he uttered a word that made y/n go red with anger .

" Enchantress? "

" Keigo. " Y/n gave him a stern look and he just laughed at her face like it was a joke.

" Listen Kid. Looks like you gotta have another reality check. I can't avoid her because.... " Keigo paused his eyes never leaving y/n's angered face.

" Because? " Y/n growled impatiently as she crossed her arms.

" 1. We're Not even dating but here you are acting like you're MY girlfriend when you're clearly you're.... Not. " Keigo chuckled and y/n who knew that it was a fact flinched; feeling as if a million bricks were dropped on top of her head. The way he said it was like a harsh blow to the gut but she kept her usual strong expression.

" 2. We're working under the same agency so getting paired up with her isn't avoidable... Plus as her hero name states... She is enchanting " Keigo's smirk only grew as y/n's face became flushed with anger. Her eyes burning up dangerously as she gave a venomous glare at Keigo.

" And last but not the least... 3. I'm not interested in a first year kid. So chances of the two of us of ever dating is a Big fat No. Plus I think Enchantress is a lot more prettier than the average and if you ask me... I'd go after adults like her than Kids like you so stop acting like we're---" Although Keigo's Tone was indeed playful and the smirk on his face made it even more clearer. His words stung like hell.

Y/n who was visiting their agency and went straight up to his office to complain had taken in the harsh damages and blows. Yes she may be a first year brat in U.A but was it really terrible to love someone older than her by a few years?.

Apparently she was a little naive in terms of love so when Keigo saved her when she was still in middle school she fell in love. Who wouldn't? He's got undeniable charms, a pretty face , a well sculptured figure but most of all. He made her feel safe and protected, setting she never felt before so when she finally began studying in U.A she decided to pursue Hawks so it was very common for her to come by the agency. Almost everyone knows who she is by now.

So this was the usual; but it was the first time she walked out on Keigo who was still Talking.

Because it was honestly too much. After she confessed to him and started pursuing him, Keigo decided to be a Jerk and gave her a very hard time. When she'd come over to give him lunch he'd purposely fly away and call her to deliver it to a specific place but when she gets there he calls her again to either say that she was taking too long and left or he had 'accidentally' gave the wrong address and he needs her to send it on this one instead.

And he keeps doing that everytime. He even went as far as to go to another town to have her chasing him like a madman. Yet her determination never faltered. Something Hawks had came to acknowledge her for.

He sends her on wild goose chases and one time he gave her 3 wrong addresses even though he was only sitting in his office the whole time.

And if people think his wings are sharp then his words are sharper. He may be sweet to the media or the other people outside but when talking to her, his words are venomous, sarcastic, and over all it's just rude and pretty painful to hear.

How y/n had managed to stand strong until now was a mystery and everyone in the agency had grew to respect her for this but also carrying a little hatred for Hawks who purposely plays with her.

Keigo who was left in his office was speechless, he blinked a few times and even pinched himself to see if he was dreaming and when he found out that he wasn't he gave out a sigh.

It was quiet, far too quiet. His mind drifted off to y/n who had stormed out of his office awhile ago. Yes he was very much aware of the cruel treatment he was giving her but that's only because he wanted to see how persistent this girl was with her love for him, he thought she'd give up within the second time but when she never did he grew even more intrested and began testing her a lot more than intended and when he found out that her affection for him was too strong.

He didn't know what to do and began running away like a coward. It was wrong in so many levels. She was younger than him not to mention she's still studying in U.A, His job isn't necessarily designed to have a normal life and finding love and making a family IS normal, and he might die one day and he didn't want her to carry the burden of losing him so it's better to make her hate him.

But boy was he wrong when she kept coming back stronger than before. She was already forcing her way in his heart that he became distressed with his emotions.

And poof, he suddenly realized that he loved her back.

Something about her allured him to no ends and curse his animalistic instincts when it comes to mates because as much as he hates to admit it, he had already acknowledged her as a Mate. HIS mate. He can't help but be greedy and possessive of her, and the the mighty knows how many nights he had to lock himself in, restrain himself while his self control was being brutally tested on ; because with one wrong move he may have already infiltrated U.A causing a security distress, Crashed inside her dorm room , fucking bred her like a feral animal and claimed her like the pretty little mate she was.

Everytime he sees her, his control weakens and he had to hit himself and punch his face multiple times literally to remind himself that she was still a goddamn minor and he can't have his way with her yet.

She's not making it any easier for him so he developed a bad habit of taking it out on her because if his words can't do the talking then he might as well jump her bones and have her screaming his name.

Keigo groaned as he planted his palm on his forehead.

He was beginning to feel anxious. Like something bad was about to happen; something he didn't like at all.

He turned on the T.V and started reading through a few papers works but he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

He jumped out the window and began feverishly looking for the h/c haired girl.

" Fuck me and my Fucking Hormones... God.... Kid what have you done to me? " He mumbled but it came out as a growl instead. He was agitated, frantic and nervous, he couldn't get her out of his head even if he'd hit his head on a fucking billboard.

His eyes darting to every direction he knew she would take to get here. As creepy as it may sound but he knows every single route she'd take to get to his agency including the transportation she'd take to get there every time.

After some time he finally spotted her after dashing and flying at jet speed throughout the city like a mentally deranged patient he had finally spotted her .

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he tried to regain his cool.

" Hey Kid" He yelled out once he was near enough and he got no answer.

Y/n had purposely ignored him. His words still rang inside her head and everytime she remembered. It made her heart clench in pain.

And when she heard her name being called out by the said Male . She wanted to turn around. hell she even wanted to run to him like a love sick little puppy but she can't let him see that she was crying.

So she ignored him and began walking at a faster pace.

" Oohh~ playing hard to get now aren't we? You know you gotta try harder. A little silent treatment isn't going to have me falling for you ya know" keigo casually stated with a hint of playfulness but he knew any better; he was desperate to have her attention back to him.

God, what did he do? Did she finally wake up and decided that she was sick of his bullshit treatment? Shit now what?.

After minutes of no answer Keigo began to feel frustrated and without thinking he landed behind her and grabbed her by the shoulder. only to whirl her around to face him.

" Kid---"

Keigo froze after seeing here blood shot eyes and tear stained cheeks.

He did it this time and he felt like a full blown jerk for doing this... For hurting her.

Y/n avoided any form of eye contact and placed her eyes on anywhere but him, lips quivering in a mixture of anger and sadness. She looked like a mess.

But Keigo thought otherwise though, he felt so sick of himself. The face she was making, teary eyes, flushed cheeks, quivering lips. It had disgustingly turned him on even though the situation screamed otherwise. His thoughts began to drift into the dirtiest part of his mind wondering if this face would be the reward he'd get if he'd have her under him, sprawled all over his sheets, sweaty and needy for him while crying-- no begging for him to give her more while he rearranged her guts. Damn he really was Messed up in every possible way.

He wanted to slap himself for thinking that way but a part of him couldn't blame himself because ever since she started coming over he had been so pent up it was a miracle he hadn't fucked her on the spot. And he didn't even have the guts to fuck another woman because he already acknowledged her as a mate; HIS mate.

He swallowed hard before forcing himself to speak.

" What's this? Now you're giving me a Sad and Pity worthy face? If you're making me feel guilty then it's working. I didn't think you'd stoop this low th---"

" Takami leave me alone. I don't want to see you right now, if you came here to insult me even further then just Go. " Y/n cut him off, she was unable to bring herself from listening to another one of his remarkable insults again when the wound was still fresh.

Keigo paused as his once playful stare began to change into a more intimidating and stern look.

' Leave you Alone? After what you've done to me? Oh~ what a naughty baby bird... No Never.... I'll keep this in mind when I finally claim you, I'll punish you for ever thinking of leaving' those thoughts circulated through Keigo's head as he silently stood there. Staring at her.

Y/n who was unable to handle the pressure tried to yank herself away from his hold but he had a grisly grip on her shoulders and his gaze managed to intimidate her enough to stop moving.

" Listen.... Y/n---"

" Senior Hawks! " Keigo was cut off from speaking and to top it all up he was taken by surprise and his reflexes kicked in; pushing y/n away quite harshly.

Their gazes were flung to the left where Enchantress, the new Hero in their agency was running towards them with a devious smile.

Keigo groaned and y/n rolled her eyes after seeing the pink haired female make her way towards them.

" Hey " Keigo muttered but again; he was caught by surprise when Enchantress had wrapped her arms around his while smiling proudly at y/n.

" Who's This Senior? " She asked pointing at y/n but the look on her face made it obvious that she already knew who y/n was.

" She's y/n...a fan" Keigo's persona shifted in a heartbeat and was now wearing his natural and charming smile.

" Oh? She's a Fan? Well nice to meet you. I'm the new Hero Enchantress, Say... You have a pretty face " Enchantress smirked making y/n fight back a scowl.

" Thanks " As much as y/n wanted to drop all the pleasantries and Immediately move to the part where she's ripping of Enchantress's left boob.... She can't.

So she decided to keep it neutral and gave Enchantress a small nod and a smile.

" You have a pretty face... But... Senior if you were given a chance to pick, which one of us would you choose? I wonder" Enchantress cheered innocently but her question got Hawks cornered.

She was doing this on purpose; placing him in a situation where he'd most likely fuck up and judging by the looks the two females were giving him... He can't smooth talk his way outta this. Not this time.

" Of course.... I'd pick you-- " Keigo's eyes we're settled on y/n but he pulled his gaze away from her and towards enchantress. " Enchantress" Keigo finished and The look of triumph on The pink haired female's face was floor-bash worthy.

Y/n stood in place, for a moment there she had her hopes up. Keigo was cruel enough to pull that stunt on her; giving her false hope only to bring her down and rub it in her face.

" Or course you'd pick me, miss y/n is still a kid and she's... Take no Offense in this miss y/n but Senior Hawks is a bit... Hmmm... Out of your league?" Enchantress smirk grew wider and Hawks who was already lying through his teeth was still fighting his Pride for dominance.

With a sharp glare sent towards Enchantress who didn't seem to notice only scooted closer towards him.

" Oh, Really? Ok then "

Keigo blinked at how nonchalant and uncaring y/n's reply was. He was genuinely expecting her to explode like usual but this time it's different.

Y/n was fighting back the new batch of tears, heartbreak was a real pain in the ass. Couldn't he just put her down slowly? Why is he taking pleasure in hurting her this way? Now he's rubbing salt onto the wound.

In which area did she lack in? Her face? Body? Skill? Intelligence? Now that she thought about it, Enchantress tray lived up to her Hero name. She was perfect in every angle.... Perfect for Hawks. Enchantress had a nice body, a seductive face and y/n heard of the achievements done by the Female Hero.

She can't beat her even if she tried. She's mentally, physically and emotionally drained to even give a reaction. She'd just get hurt even more.

Maybe this is a sign.

For her to finally give up, move on, shift her focus and concentration to something more beneficial.

This was hopeless and all she ever got was pain. She's not a masochist who yearns for the continuous and brutal impact of emotional pain. Heck even masochists needs a little love too.

She's tired and y/n knows better than to put herself down with her own insecurities. So she needed to make a move fast because she'll only get hurt again.

It's wise to forget him.

With a deep breath she pulled out a strong front with a genuine smile on her face as she gazed at Keigo and Enchantress.

Keigo wore an anxious look while Enchantress held a surprised expression.

" Well, you two do look compatible and you're right he is out of my league.... That's why I'll look for someone else within my reach. He's not the only fish in the pond.... I'm sure I'm holding you guys back.. Carry on with your hero duties, I'll go back now Bye~" Y/n turned around and gave them a wave before skipping away from the two.

Her tone along with her smile looked far too cheerful that it scared Hawks.

Did she just say she'd look for Someone Else?, she had the guts to say that right in front of him?.

He balled his hand into a fist, and for the first time in his life he had never felt this scared to lose someone. He was breathing heavily while throwing a mental tantrum.

" You know.... I thought you'd finally stop that bad habit of yours Hawks.... I learned from the rumors and wanted to see for myself and probably give you a hand to confess to her but now that I've witnessed it, You really are a Fucktard" Enchantress shook her head as she crossed her arms gazing at Hawks with disappointment.

" Fuck off. This was your fault to Begin with. It's not as easy as you think"

" Really? You're blaming me for all the fuck ups you're responsible for? A girl's heart is fragile Hawks... I didn't live for a hundred years buried in the shelter of naivety. Her love was true and I think you just lost your chances.... If you wanna fix it. Fix it fast because once a girl has enough, she'll leave you like you're worth nothing. "

" I... I know I fucked up but your meddling wasn't necessary "

" Really? I was getting tired of watching you hurt her. I'm a woman too and I don't appreciate seeing other men hurt a woman who clearly loves them.... I did her a favor by giving her the ultimatum to let go... Looks like she took it in the end " Enchantress chuckled while Hawks stood there, his demeanor turning darker by the passing second.

" You're saying it's better that she leave me? " Keigo muttered Darkly , a dangerous look in his eyes began to resurface.

Enchantress kept a calm expression and nodded her head.

" You're Toxic Hawks. And it's better for her to leave you than seeing her get hurt over and over again... I've been in that stage before... And it hurts more than any injury I've suffered... "

" Since you're so knowledgeable about this then why not tell me how to fix it? Before I decide to go rogue and slit your throat" keigo threatened as he plucked out a feather which turned rudged and sharp; pointing it at Enchantress .

" Hmm... You seem to Love her judging by how strongly you reacted ... But you're worst than shit in showing it... But here's a tip . If you wanna fix it then fix yourself first. Learn how to treat a woman you like as if she's greater than a queen and remember that I'm not the one who hurt her...it was you." With those words being uttered Enchantress disappeared in a puff of smoke.

........ To be continued

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha imagine #y/n #xreader #hawks imagine #Hawks x Reader #Takami Keigo #Keigo x Reader #Jealous!Keigo #You Love Me Not?

[cheesy09]

Love of the Stars

Dang! dang! dang! It’s the 9th of April, which means it’s - drumroll please - *drumroll* ...Kiro’s birthday!!! 🥳 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY TREASURE!! My sun and moon, my lovesong, my everything! I will always cherish the love and happiness that you give me. May you always be happy today and every day, and know that your Miss Chips will always stay by your side, no matter what 🥺💕  

Pairing: Kiro x Reader Word Count: 1,483 Genres: Fluff

“The stars are so beautiful today...” Kiro sighed, his body language visibly content as he laid on the grass next to me. His blue eyes held an incredibly tender beauty within them, making him even more dazzling than the stars that twinkled above us.

For Kiro’s birthday this year, I’d somehow managed to find this secluded area in a forest that I thought would be perfect to set up a fairytale tea party. It was held in the evening, once Kiro was done with his public birthday celebrations. But that wasn’t a problem. After all, the spot I’d chosen had also happened to be an amazing place for stargazing, making the location even more perfect. 

I smiled slightly and looked back up at the sky. He was right. The stars were incredibly beautiful that night, as if they’d purposely decided to look their best for the superstar on this special day. “Yeah, they are...” I agreed with him softly, and then whispered in my heart—

But they’re not as beautiful as you are.

“...Thank you so much for today, Miss Chips,” Kiro whispered, and I felt him turn his body towards me, his warm breath falling against my ear. My heart leaped, but I turned on my side to face him, our faces just inches apart from each other. His warm smile was soft and almost dream-like, as if with the slightest touch, it would disappear from sight. The thought made my heart tremble.

What if he leaves again, I thought to myself. After all, he was still a member of Black Swan. There was no telling when he’d take off to save the world again, or what could happen to him in the process. I finally got him back after all those months of painful separation. If I lost him again...

My hand instinctively reached out to rest against his cheek, as if wanting to reassure myself that this was real, the feeling only settling down once I felt the familiar heat of his skin. Kiro’s eyes widened a bit, slightly shocked at my actions. But almost immediately his face relaxed again, as if he sensed my emotions and deepened his smile. He brought up a hand to cover my own and tilted his head slightly to place a soft kiss on my palm. 

“Don’t worry,” he said quietly, pressing our foreheads together. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mmm,” I murmured, welcoming the intimacy as I lightly brushed the skin under his eye with my thumb. I smiled slightly. “How do you always know what I’m thinking even before I can say anything?”

“Shouldn’t you already know that by now, Miss Chips?” Kiro chuckled in a low voice as he smiled with playful chastisement. “It’s because you and I are always connected, of course! Look, even the stars know it.”

He suddenly pulled away and pointed at the sky, his look visibly brightening. My eyes followed the direction of his fingers and I looked up. 

What I saw took my breath away.

Shooting stars - hundreds of them - flew across the sky like brilliant streaks of light, making the night sky even prettier than usual. The way they appeared was reminiscent of the fine brush strokes of a master painter, intending to create a masterpiece. For some reason, it felt like the sky was granting us its blessings on this special night. 

I was awestruck. I never imagined that we would get to see a sight like this together. But then again, with Kiro, even the most unbelievable things could come true.

Suddenly, I felt something touch my hand and before I could look down to see what it was, I felt Kiro’s fingers tightly entwine with my own. The familiar temperature both heated my heart but also soothed my nerves, bringing me endless comfort. Looking at the stars and having Kiro lying here next to me, I was suddenly reminded of something.

“Speaking of stars... I wanted to ask - why did you decide to name that song of yours ‘Love of the Stars’?” 

I tightened my grip on his hand. Kiro looked at me quietly, as if not expecting the question, and turned back to face the sky. We laid there in silence, and I almost expected him not to answer. But after a few seconds his gentle voice wafted through the air, the tenderness within his words almost palpable. 

“It’s because... It’s what I believe love to be,” he said, a fleeting look of yearning flashing across his face. “Shining; like the stars. Bestowing its light upon everyone, without discrimination. Illuminating people and giving them the courage to keep moving forward.” He chuckled and squeezed my fingers slightly. “At least... that's the kind of person I want to be. To bring others warmth when they really need it.”

I watched him while he watched the stars, his appearance almost delicate. The wind caressed his bangs, and swept through his perfect blonde locks, making him seem like a vision right out of a painting. Too beautiful to exist. 

I felt my heart clench with unspoken emotions. “I think you already are.”

Kiro let out a self-deprecating smile and shook his head. His tone seemed to carry a sigh along with it as he spoke. “Au contraire, Miss Chips. I think I still have a long way to go.”

I frowned, not exactly surprised by his answer. Why is it that he couldn’t see it? The happiness that he gives to everyone, especially me. Maybe he hasn’t realized it, but he’s managed to change people’s lives, save them even. In more ways than one. I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to sigh.

“Kiro, let me tell you a story,” I began, keeping my gaze fixed on the sky above me. It was at moments like these where I’d trusted my heart to do the talking, and lay out what I truly felt in that moment. “There was once a girl who was having a really tough time with work one day. Her company had lost its biggest sponsor and was on the verge of collapse. Just when she thought that all hope was lost, she ran into an unexpected boy at the supermarket, when they accidentally reached out to grab the same bag of chips.” 

I felt Kiro’s eyes on me, burning into my skin, but I didn’t dare to look at him. I just let my mind wander, back to that fateful day, when I met the most important person in my life. The boy whose happiness meant the world to me. “The boy was handsome and had the best smile the girl had ever seen on a person. He had talked to her, laughed with her and even offered to appear on her shows. That may have been something trivial to the boy, but that first meeting filled the girl with new-found hope and courage to keep moving forward.”

Once I was done talking, I mustered up the courage to face him, rapidly turning over to him till I was hovering slightly above him, my chest almost pressing against his. Kiro’s eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of a blush stained his cheeks. For some reason, that adorable look of his made me smile even more.

“Whether you know it or not, Kiro, ever since we met, you have always been illuminating me and giving me hope,” I said. “In fact you inspire me to become better, every single day. I can’t help but feel like I’m the luckiest person on the planet to know you, and I will always be grateful for that.”

I lowered myself and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose, eliciting a tiny joyful giggle out of him. 

“Happy Birthday, my beloved superstar,” I whispered, smiling in satisfaction. 

Before I could stop myself, my lips were on his, gently encasing them in warmth, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. 

Kiro’s lips were soft and tender, like the fresh dew on sakura flowers. He responded eagerly, his mouth moving against mine in a steady rhythm. He brought up one of his hands to twine his fingers into my hair and pulled me closer, effectively deepening the kiss.

I was all too happy to comply, raking my hand through his gorgeous golden locks, tightening the grip of our laced fingers. His lips and tongue were scorching, but I couldn’t help pulling myself closer to him, wanting to drown myself in that heat. After all, he was the one I’d been waiting for my whole life. The one I’d dream about every single day and night. My heart would always belong to him and only him.

I felt Kiro smile against my lips with the whisper of a single ‘I love you,’ and I basked in the knowledge that the stars were witnesses to this enchanting moment in time. 

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Thank you so much for reading! If you want to read more of my other works, you’ll find them in my Masterlist. 

#mr love queen's choice #mr love queen's choice kiro #mr love #mr love kiro #mr love fanfiction #mlqc #mlqc kiro #mlqc fanfiction #HBD my beloved Superstar! ❤

[mc-lukanette]

The Last Renewal

(based on this post I did)

Luka mindlessly strummed his guitar as he sat on the deck of the Liberty. Playing always helped him feel out what he should do next or where he should go for the current timeline he was in.

He wasn’t sure how many times he’d used Renewal to go back; not because he’d lost count, but because he’d never kept count in the first place. Sass had asked him before his first one how many times he was willing to go back, and he honestly couldn’t answer because he wasn’t able imagine a number big enough.

Seeing Marinette frown the way she did before he’d ever renewed a single timeline, he didn’t know if there was a number big enough.

All things considered, the current timeline seemed relatively normal, though he couldn’t help feeling that he was out-of-sync with it. It worried him, imagining Marinette falling into misery again despite his best efforts.

But he couldn’t predict what could happen, nor could Sass, so he didn’t want to use Renewal just yet. He’d just do what he’d been doing and see what came of it.

“Luka?”

He looked up from his guitar, surprised by the familiar voice. Marinette was standing across from the boat and rocking back and forth on her heels, gaze occasionally flickering to the gangplank.

“Marinette?”

It took him a moment to realize that he’d been sitting there stupidly, not doing anything but staring at her. He finally got up, setting his guitar aside and heading for the gangplank to allow her onboard. “Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here?”

Her posture was straighter than usual as she walked across the gangplank to get to him. She looked down at the deck, briefly biting her bottom lip, then made eye contact. “I wanted to see you?”

His heart skipped a beat and he promptly tried to ignore it. Somehow, no matter how much he renewed the timeline, she still had the power to send his feelings into overdrive.

She shifted in place at his lack of response, asking sheepishly, “Is that okay?”

He forced himself back to reality, returning her smile with a genuine one. “Of course it is.”

“...But?” she inquired with a tilt of her head.

Oh. Had she always been able to read him like that?

Not wanting her to worry, he answered honestly, “It’s nothing. I just... thought you’d be with Adrien and everyone else right now.”

Because it only made sense for her to be where everyone else was; he couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t. Adrien was there, and since her friends were too, it wasn’t even like she had to be alone with him at risk of her anxiety.

“I know,” she admitted, “but... then I thought about you and how you were here all by yourself.”

He blinked. Her response seemed like such a small thing, but it set a firework off in his heart nonetheless. He felt like he should be used to it, but she’d never just—and so casually—

“Thanks for thinking about me,” he said, “but my mom’s hanging out here somehow. You don’t have to feel forced to stay.”

Giving her an out if she didn’t want to reply, he turned away and walked back to his guitar. Honestly, she’d already made his day just by showing that she thought of him, so he didn’t need her to stick around.

He’d only gotten to grab the neck of the guitar when she spoke up again.

“Sorry. I lied.”

He raised a brow, not understanding what she meant by that. Turning around, he saw her fidgeting shyly and... had she always been blushing like that?

"I wasn't thinking about how lonely you were,” she confessed, “I mean, I was—but it wasn't about you being lonely. Even if I knew your mom was here, I...” She met his gaze. “I wanted to be the one who made you feel not lonely?”

He could only stand there, trying to process that. In all of his renewals, he couldn’t remember anything like this. Renewal did have its flaws, like leaving occasional gaps of in his memory of past timelines, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to forget something sweet like that; in fact, all of his moments with her were hard to forget.

Smiling at her, realizing that she said it and meant it, he gave her a grateful nod. “I definitely feel that way now.”

She beamed at him in response, looking so proud and happy that he almost found it funny.

He sat back in his original spot and set his guitar on his lap, not complaining when Marinette walked over and took a seat next to him. Her eyes locked with his at first, then moved to his guitar with an expectant look.

He didn’t really think about what to play. He just did it, letting his fingers decide the tune. He didn’t notice that he was playing this moment until he saw that the look on Marinette’s face matched some of the notes.

He mentally acknowledged that he still got lost while enjoying the little times they had one-on-one with each other. After all, he never knew when or if he was going to feel it again. There were timelines where Marinette would abruptly pull away from their friendship, so he had to try not to get too hopeful. She was unpredictable that way.

He really did love that about her though. He supposed it was a character flaw of his, not he had any intention of changing it.

He only realized that he’d stopped playing when Marinette’s hand came to rest over the one he had on his guitar’s neck. He glanced at her, seeing that her eyes were soft and half-lidded as if she were daydreaming about something.

Apparently sensing that he was staring, she peeked over at him, a blush overtaking her face as she pulled her hand away.

“Ah—do you remember how we met?”

“Of course I do,” he answered immediately, almost offended that she’d consider that he could forget.

She giggled at the fast response. Staring down at her lap, she idly twirled a strand of her hair and admitted, “I was actually pretty embarrassed about it for a while. Just—out of all the first impression I could’ve given, it had to be me stammering like an idiot.”

He chuckled, knowing that he couldn’t tell her that he looked forward to it every time.

“It’s not a bad thing,” he assured. When she gave him a weird look, he clarified, “Your song plays for everyone to hear. I think that's amazing, and I'm glad I get to hear it."

She pouted at him, but he could tell by the way her blush reddened that she didn’t object to him saying such things. He knew he might’ve come on a little strong and he didn’t really mean to, but...

Well, she somehow got prettier with every Renewal and he never got used to it.

“T-thank you,” she murmured, a small whine in her voice. Awkwardly toying with the fabric of her capris, she added, “Sometimes, I-I feel like you’re the only one listening...”

The happy skip of his heartbeat turned to an ache. He turned his gaze back to his guitar, already trying to come up with some sort of melody that might cheer her up in case he were to fail at comforting her. He grabbed one of the tuning pegs, twisting it slightly and thinking of using it as some sort of music metaphor that she could relate to.

He was about to bring it up when she cut him off.

“And... then I realized that I’m okay with that.”

He faltered, accidentally twisting the peg far more than intended. That string was definitely out of tune now.

His confusion must’ve shown on his face when he looked at her, judging from how she looked back. Her focus shifted to his arm, her hand reaching up to grab the cuff of his sleeve.

"You're the least complicated person I've ever had in my life, Luka. I know it doesn't sound like a compliment, but it is. It feels like you've always understood me, and that I could understand you back."

He hesitated to respond, remembering how many times he’d renewed the timeline. What if...what if she could sense it and it was affecting her reaction to him? Maybe her powers as guardian reached her even when he went back, or her having had snake under her protection gave her a link to it? Either way, he’d never intended for such a side effect.

“Like we’ve known each other for a long time...?” he prompted uneasily.

She genuinely thought about it, rubbing her chin in silent contemplation. Her conclusion ended up being a simple shake of her head. “No. Just... that you’ve always been listening, and I never really appreciated it.”

He hoped his sigh of relief wasn’t obvious enough to warrant any questioning. Smiling, he replied, “I never felt like you were taking me for granted, Marinette.”

She snorted, then giggled, smiling up at him with a fond gaze. “Of course you don’t. You—you’re too caring. You don’t think of yourself. You’re always thinking of other people... of me.” She let go of his sleeve to nudge him playfully. “If I didn’t already think of others first too, I’d call you a bad influence.”

He giggled as well, though his heart was racing for reasons he didn’t understand. While Marinette seemed rather casual in interacting with him, something about the scene felt... intimate. He didn’t feel like he’d done anything particularly special in the current timeline - he was just being himself - so why—

“I was thinking about it; about that day, I mean,” she explained. “That’s why I brought it up. You comforted me again when I was worried about the ice rink, and once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop.”

He did nothing but listen to her, his mind genuinely blank.

She continued, “It wasn’t about no one else listening. It was more than that. You... you’re so you. You know how to make me laugh, you worry about me, you get angry on by behalf, and I've never felt more in-sync with someone than when we were sneaking into the TVi studio together."

She looked back at his sleeve, the cuff slightly out of place from when she’d grabbed it earlier. She went about fixing it, even caressing the button with her thumb.

“And then, I sort of realized... that I wanted more than just you listening. I—” She took a breath, making eye contact with him to help get her point across. “—I want to play for you. Just you. I don’t want anyone else to hear it.”

He opened his mouth, but it’s not working, only letting out a ghost of a word that he’d attempted to say. When he finally did manage to speak, all that came out was, “I... Marinette, I—”

“I love you, Luka,” she confirmed.

“Ah—”

His world went quiet, his mind unable to focus on anything else but the sparkle in her eyes. He replayed the last five seconds in his head, just to make sure he’d heard correctly.

Then, Marinette suddenly let out a breathy laugh, a hand to her chest in what looked to be a gesture of relief.

“That...” She sighed happily. “That was so much easier than I’d thought it’d be.”

If he wasn’t sure before, now he was. “You... you love me? You mean that?”

It sounded dumb when he asked it out loud like that.

She blushed, but her smile didn’t falter. “Yeah. You...you can tell by now, right?”

With that, something clicked. Things that didn’t make sense before now fit together in a neat little puzzle.

He was out-of-sync, just like he’d thought, because he hadn’t noticed that Marinette had felt anything for him beyond friendship. A mild attraction, maybe, but nothing beyond that. After spending so many Renewals seeing her get together with Adrien, he’d unconsciously began to ignore any hints that she had any feelings for him: Luka Couffaine.

Thus, if she looked at him more than usual, he chose not to notice. If she got exhausted by schemes of her getting together with Adrien, he presumed that she was just maturing past that stage and into a “normal” crush faster than usual. If she leaned a little closer when he played guitar for her - oh, she’d totally been doing that today, hadn’t she? - he brushed it off as him imagining things.

But now, he could tell. Now that she told him - now that he knew what to listen for - it was all he could hear. He’d never expected her to actually fall for him, at best thinking that she’d end up single, yet here she was.

He almost felt stupid for not noticing. She’d played the notes for him, but he didn’t hear what they had to say. Somehow, he’d spent so many Renewals understanding how she felt, yet simultaneously not understanding how she felt about him.

He was second-guessing himself all of a sudden. Had she shown interest in past Renewals and he tuned her out? When she’d pulled away from what he deemed to be friendship, was it truly spontaneous or had he chosen to dismiss all the signs she was giving him? Did she love him in any of those instances or was it just now that she ended up being in love with him—

Gosh, she loved him right now.

“I know it’s a lot,” she admitted, the apology implied in her tone. “I’m a lot. I mean, I’m not any good at being subtle, but—”

He snapped back to reality, all questions of whens and hows thoroughly discarded. Like it had wronged him, he shoved his guitar off his lap, leaving him free to pull Marinette into a tight hug.

Her surprised “Ah!” synced with the sound of the guitar hitting the deck. “L-luka? Your guitar!”

“I don’t care,” he whispered into her shoulder. He’d spent so many discarded timelines with that darn instrument that he didn’t feel an ounce of regret knocking it away if it meant leaving his lap free for Marinette.

He might’ve been shaking. Marinette’s concerned tone implied as much as she started to ask, “A-are you...”

She trailed off, as if a realization had started to form. Slowly, her hands came up to rest on his back, followed by her arms as she returned the strength of his hug.

He sighed, needing a moment to breathe her in. Vaguely answering her unfinished question, he replied, “...I’m so happy right now.”

“O-oh,” she squeaked, voice soft and quiet compared to when she’d confessed to him. She seemed to know what he meant by that. “You...you deserve to be happy, Luka. Y-you deserve all the happiness in the world.”

“I already have it,” he assured, gently squeezing her to remind himself that she was here. “It’s right here. You just gave it to me, Marinette.”

She shook, swallowing just to let out a weak, “L-luka...”

“I love you too. I love you so much,” he confessed, the words like a dropped weight that caused him to feel even lighter than he already felt.

Marinette’s fingers twitched against his back, her hands hesitating as if to prolong the hug as much as much as possible. When she eventually did release him, he felt a gentle push on his shoulders that encourage him to pull back.

He had to force himself to do so, having been content to hug her for the rest of the day had she allowed him to. However, he only caught a glimpse of her face, her eyes shimmering, before she was leaning in again, pressing a split-second kiss to his lips.

He jolted, as if he’d just been shocked, but then she kissed him again, this time closer to a full second.

It definitely didn’t feel like that long.

Once she’d pulled away to look at him, he averted his gaze and brought a hand to his lips, cherishing the memory of what he never thought he’d have. Marinette, meanwhile, was giggling, obviously enjoying the effect she had on him.

He made eye contact with her, then finally reached out to take her face in his hands. She hummed in content, placing her own hands on top of his while giving him unspoken permission.

He leaned in, kissing her until their time together felt longer than every timeline he’d erased.

#type: story #story: other #Flower Arrangement Shipping #((In which Luka can't process a single thing that happens.)) #((Boi spends multiple timelines with her and is still as gone as ever.)) #((If he thinks it's bad now I'm sure Sass will eventually tell Marinette about everything he did for her.)) #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

[imagineclaireandjamie]

Can you please add to the come Hell or Helwater story? I would be eternally grateful. Also do you post any where but here? Like A03 or something?

Come Hell or Helwater - Part Nineteen

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen

And here’s where you can find it on AO3.

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Something was going on. Brianna wasn’t sure what, but there was something strange going on between her mother and Jamie. Whatever it was, they didn’t want her to know about it. Every time she walked into the room, they turned all their attention on her. It was overwhelming and she didn’t like it. She’d rather they told her what was going on. If it didn’t stop soon, if they didn’t say something… she would. 

Isobel and Lord and Lady Dunsany had returned a few days after her mother. Brianna’s lessons with Isobel had resumed but neither of them were as interested as they had been. Isobel was excited about her sister’s condition and would be going back and forth between the two houses a great deal in the coming months. 

“It’s a comfort to her to have me there,” Isobel explained as she struggled to show Brianna how to do decorative needlework. She was embroidering a cap for her sister’s baby. 

Brianna was supposed to be putting a monogram onto a handkerchief for her father, but she couldn’t tell Isobel that the initials were wrong. She just worked quietly on the A and M, figuring someday she could add a J to the beginning and an I and E at the end. It wouldn’t be centered properly in the corner but at least it would properly be his. 

“It’s important that she rest and not be upset by anything – it’s bad for the baby,” Isobel explained. 

“And when you’re not there, is she upset?” Brianna asked. 

“It isn’t polite to gossip about such things,” Isobel replied, more with resignation than an aim to scold Brianna for her question. “But she is certainly more inclined to find things upsetting when there’s no one around who can help her with running the household.”

“And you miss your sister too, I suppose.” 

“Of course. We were close when we were younger. Our brother was older and we both looked up to him – Geneva especially. I… I remember his death more than him, really. It brought us closer, I suppose,” Isobel confessed. 

“What’s it like?” Brianna asked, suddenly curious. “Having a sister?”

Isobel’s eyes widened with surprise but then she folded her hands into her lap, needle and thread carefully held between the forefinger and thumb of her right hand, the delicate, unfinished cap clutched in her left hand. 

“Well… She liked to be in charge when we played, but I didn’t mind. I think she’s always been more fanciful so her games were more enjoyable than anything I ever thought of. There were times when we would quarrel, but I don’t know as I’ve heard of any siblings who don’t disagree from time to time,” Isobel confided with a warm smile. “It was harder for her, being older, I think. She had to do everything first when it came to being about in society when we visited London. She’s also prettier so more has been expected of her in other ways. Her marriage has been a successful one… in some ways more than others. I do think we enjoy one another’s company better now and I am excited to become an aunt,” Isobel said with a grin, her attention returning to the baby’s cap in her hands. 

Brianna gave her a polite smile, pondering the relationship Isobel described. 

She’d had some friends in Boston, but no one she was particularly close to. Even if she had wanted to have friends over to her house, many of their parents weren’t keen to let their daughters visit the Randall household. Despite the fact that Frank was a respectable professor, Claire not only worked, she had a man’s profession. They didn’t want their children getting ideas. Of course, it could only do Brianna good to see the example set in their own households, so she was always welcome there (but once her mother discovered what was behind their hospitality, she preferred to have Brianna either join Frank at the university or do her homework in her own office at the hospital). 

Some of those sort-of friends had siblings, though. Angela’s older sister sometimes let them play with her makeup but she also yelled at them when they accidentally spilled her favorite nail polish on her desk. Barbara’s older brother mostly just ignored them whenever Brianna happened to see him and Barbara didn’t seem to mind too much. Doris had a younger sister who had just been starting school and she complained about how all her old things were being passed down – things Barbara still considered hers. 

They’d stayed at Lallybroch for a few days before setting out for Helwater. It hadn’t been much time for Brianna to get to know her cousins (and it had been a little overwhelming because there were so many of them), but maybe she would come to see them like siblings… if they ever got back to Lallybroch. 

“And what about you?” Isobel asked Brianna gently. “Do you think you would find the prospect of a younger brother or sister exciting?”

Brianna looked up at Isobel, confused. How had the older girl guessed what she’d been thinking about?

“I… guess,” Brianna replied. “I know I wanted one when I was littler but after a while of wanting one and not getting one, I guess I stopped hoping for one.” 

“Mmmhmm…” Isobel nodded, her eyes darting back and forth from her needlework to Brianna, something playful in her gaze and at the edges of her mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing. I suppose… I wished for a younger sister sometimes when Geneva was being unkind to me. I told myself I would only treat my younger sister with kindness. While I may not have gotten a younger sister in the way I’d hoped, the girl I imagined she would be was a lot like you – in behavior more than appearance,” she added with a quiet laugh.

“That’s kind of you to say,” Brianna responded flatly, still confused by Isobel’s behavior. She looked to the clock on the mantel. It was a little earlier than they usually quit for the day but Brianna had had enough of Isobel’s riddles. “I should go back and help Mama,” she said, carefully putting her work away. “She hasn’t been feeling well lately.”

“I heard,” Isobel said, laying her own work aside and rising to follow Brianna to the door. “Send her my best wishes that she’ll soon feel better. Encourage her to rest and take care of her if she’ll let you.”

“I will,” Brianna promised but there was something in the way Isobel said it, in the way that she smiled that left Brianna turning their conversation over and over in her mind as she made her way back to their cottage. 

When Brianna arrived, her mother was standing at her work table but she wasn’t working. She had one hand braced on the table, the other at the small of her back rubbing circles into it. 

“Are you okay, Mama?” Brianna asked, closing the door quietly behind her.

“I thought you were supposed to be having your sewing lesson with Lady Isobel,” Claire remarked, straightening at the table and reaching for some dried herbs to add to her mortar for grinding. 

“I told her I needed to come back early to help you,” she said, moving to a spot on the other side of the table. 

“Very well. Here,” Claire slid the mortar across to Brianna and then handed her the pestle. “Grind those and then add them–” 

“I know, Mama. I’ve helped you make this balm before,” Brianna assured her with an annoyed laugh.

Claire laughed quietly, moving to prepare the beeswax for melting. She paused at the end of the table, leaning into it again and running a hand over herself, first down her front and then to that spot at the small of her back for a moment. With a small nod to herself, she resumed her task. 

Brianna had noticed and again asked, “Are you okay, Mama?” Seeing her mother sigh, seeing her prepare to lie or only tell half the truth, Brianna set the pestle aside with more force than she intended, and asked with more force, “Are you sick? Is that why you and Da have been acting strange?”

“I’m not sick, sweetheart,” Claire assured her. “I’m… I’m going to have a baby. I wasn’t sure for a while and there’s still a lot that can go wrong,” she babbled, “but no, I’m not sick.”

“Oh,” Brianna said, picking the pestle back up and grinding the herbs, simply for something to do with her hands. “Are you… happy about it?”

Claire looked at Brianna for a moment, a smile slowly breaking across her face. “I am. But I’m also terrified. The last time I did this was a looooong time ago.” 

Brianna laughed. “I’m not that old.”

“No, but you’re not my little baby anymore either,” Claire lamented. 

“You’re still scared even though this time you have me and Da?” 

“Last time… I didn’t have much left to lose if things went wrong,” Claire answered, quietly. “This time…”

“You’ll be fine, Mama. Da and I will make sure of it,” Brianna promised.

“That’s exactly what your father keeps saying.”

“Two against one,” Brianna said with a shrug. “You should listen to us.”

Claire chuckled. “I suppose I should.”

“Can I tell Lady Isobel? She’s making a cap for Lady Geneva’s baby. Maybe she can show me how to make one for this baby.”

“That would be nice… And what about you? I know it’s a surprise but, are you happy about it? You won’t be close enough in age to be playmates…”

“I don’t know. It’s strange to think of having a baby here,” she remarked, looking around their small cottage. “But I guess it’s kind of like everything else. It’s strange at first, but then you get used to it and have a hard time imagining any other way. I still miss… I was gonna say ‘home’ but this is home now. Where we were before feels more and more like a dream.”

“Hmmm. It does. Not a bad dream or a good dream… just a little… not real.”

“But I always have you to help me remember it,” Brianna said.

“And I have you,” Claire agreed. “And that is something that will always be just ours.”

Brianna smiled, liking the thought of having something that she alone shared with her mother.

#fangoddes4life #;mod lenny #come hell or helwater au #featuring: bree #featuring: isobel dunsany

[jokertrap-ran]

(少女的王座—The Throne of Girl—) Main Story: Chapter 1 Part 7 English Translation

*The Throne of Girl Masterlist. *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut! *Main Story will be tagged under #Throne of Main

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Phone Call from Adrian / Lancelot

I reluctantly walked into the Ballroom. The venue was brightly lit, the ladies and gentlemen within dressed exquisitely, lavishly, shining bright and beautiful.  

Still, I was really not used to places as crowded and lively as this.

MC: I can’t believe my brother made me do this even though he knew that I hated social events like this.

Inwardly complaining to myself, I saw a familiar figure at the Ball.

MC: (Adrian!)

I took two steps forward, only to realize that Adrian was surrounded by countless young noblewomen.

Allie: It's such a great honor to be able to meet you here, your Royal Highness, the Crown Prince.

Adrian smiled and nodded.

Kelly: That's right! I've not seen you in a long time, but you've only gotten even more dashing!

Adrian: You've gotten much prettier yourself too.

Maria: Your Royal Highness, may I have the honor of asking you for a dance?

Adrian: Of course, sure thing.

MC: (So he's actually really popular...)

MC: (But I suppose that's a given. He has the looks and he's also the Crown Prince to boot. It's obviously only normal for him to be so greatly welcomed by the girls.)

I was still rooted to my spot when the elegant dance music filled the room.

Everyone in the Ballroom gradually started to dance as the melody started up; it was almost as if I was the only person in the entire venue to be standing awkwardly alone by myself.

MC: (No one's going to ask me for a dance after all…)

I was just contemplating standing at a corner when I noticed a tall figure coming up from behind me, eventually coming to a stop before me.

Dressed in a swallow-tail coat, his pretty eyes twinkled in a gentle smile.

???: You’re wearing such a stunning dress, Princess; it’ll be a waste for you not to dance.

MC: And you are?

He gracefully extended a hand out towards me.

???: Someone who’s asking you for a dance.

I was stupefied, but he had already taken my hand gently into his, starting to fall in step with the music.

By the time I regained my senses, I had already been brought out onto the dance floor.

His eyes held warmth, his facial features exquisite, yet gentle, with an unspoken elegance in the way he moved and carried himself.

MC: (It feels like he's… Staring at me…)

MC: (...Just who is this guy?)

???: You have beautiful earrings.

MC: Thank you.

???: This is but a fact; so why are you thanking me for just stating the fact?

MC: This was something passed down by my mother, the Queen, and you're the first person to have ever praised it.

???: One will always have praise to spare for the beautiful.

MC: My mother was simplistic in nature, so even her jewelry is minimalistic...

MC: This pair of earrings are very unremarkable when put in contrast to this lavish Ball.

He leaned forwards as he followed the steps of the dance, coming up by my ear.

⊹ ˚✩ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✩˚ ⊹

???: But the truly beautiful things in this world don’t tend to look very eye-catching on the outside. Now, Princess… Wouldn’t you say that you’re just the same?

The distance between us closed even further. My eyes flickered up to him in bewilderment, only to see his elegant and handsome features up close, clearer than ever.

He placed his hand on my waist, unhurriedly turning us around in tandem with the music; yet I felt my face warm as my heart skipped a beat. 

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In a moment of panic, I accidentally stepped onto his foot.

MC: S-Sorry! I apologize, I...

???: Don't worry about it; you don't have to take it to heart.

Even though his tone was gentle, and he didn't seem to blame me for it at all, I still couldn't help but to feel sorry about it.

MC: (It's our first-time meeting, and he was so kind to ask me for a dance… And I stepped on him…)

???: Are you not good at dancing, Princess?

MC: I...

MC: My… My mother had passed away early, so I didn't have any noblewomen or girls like that around me. No one has ever really taught me how to dance, hence my clumsiness.

My voice gradually softened as I spoke.

???: Is that so… Then how about you practice with me tonight?

???: That way, you won't have to worry about stepping on the feet of others when you dance with them.

His tone was gentle, relaxed. I raised my eyes to meet his clear orbs. His lips curled into a gentle smile. I stared at him, stunned for a few seconds before reacting—

He was implying that he was afraid that I'd end up stepping on others.

Realizing that, I couldn't help but to snort in laughter.

MC: You're inviting me again? Not afraid I'm just going to step on you some more?

???: It's a great honor to be able to dance with you, Princess.

Seeing his smile that was as pleasant as a spring's breeze made me gradually relax as well.

What should I tell him?

▷Choice: Praise him for his way with words

MC: You really have a way with words and making them sound all the sweeter.

???: But lying beneath it is only, but the truth. You probably don't like dancing, am I right?

I froze at that. Now that was one hell of a truth, he gleaned from me. I really didn't like dancing.

MC: Yes, it's true that I don't like it. And I also know for a fact that none of the royals here would ever ask a Princess like me, one that came from the countryside, to ever dance with them.

▷Choice: Tell him that you didn't actually intend to dance

MC: Actually, I didn't even intend to dance. It was my brother who dragged me into this place.

???: Do you not like dancing, Princess?

MC: Not one bit at all.

MC: Besides, I'm well aware deep down that the people here are all up their high horses and will never look to dance with a Princess from the countryside like me.

My mouth had unconsciously formed a pout as I spoke, but he only gently closed his eyes, his tone slow but light.

???: The reason why you feel that way it's because you've grown to fear it ever since you came to the Capital.

That's the first time I've ever heard anyone say that. I paused. This feeling is out of fear? Not disgust?

MC: Are you saying that I'm scared of those big, important figures?

???: No. What you're afraid of are not those people, but rather, the rules of the Royal Court 

???: I don't think you know this, Princess; but what we know as society was something that originated from fear itself.

MC: Really?

???: Back during the era where things were still undeveloped, mankind found it hard to survive in the world in its natural state alone. Fearing death, they found the need to herd together. Thus, that was how society was created.

???: Society was created out of fear; but humans will always hold suspicion towards strangers. So, mankind created common rules and rites. 

???: With these set-in place, humans started to look out for each other and avoided killing each other.

He winked at me, before continuing his explanation slowly, thoroughly.

???: Running away from fear is the very essence of society itself. Speaking of which, this is the first time you've ever been to the Capital, yes? From the standpoint of someone who's not familiar with the unique rules of the Royal Court, the hesitance you feel is only natural.

I listened attentively, as if I was listening to a knowledgeable teacher as they taught the class.

MC: So, according to what you say, I do have a bit of social phobia...

???: The nobles and ministers here actually feel the same fear that you do.

MC: So you're saying that they're scared of me?

???: The nobles and aristocrats of the Capital have already gotten used to this stagnant lifestyle of theirs; therefore, they feel uneasy whenever any part of your behavior fails to conform to their norms.

???: They are afraid of breaking the very same rules that they made— For example, they're just like the fishes who live in the pond who panic from the waves caused by a pebble that gets thrown into the waters.

MC: So, you’re saying that I’m the pebble that’s being thrown into the pond?

???: You're not just a mere pebble from what I see.

MC: Oh?

I glanced at him in suspicion, only to see him incline his head with a smile that reflected in his purple eyes like how light reflected off water under the bright, dazzling lights.

???: You, Princess, are but a rare gem in this world.

I felt my face start to warm again at that sentence of his, not knowing how to react for a split second.

Just then, the dazzling lights before me flickered, plunging the entire hall into absolute darkness...

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MC: Wha—!?

The shrill screams of the noblewomen, the confusion that wormed its way into the conversations of the gentlemen, and the anxious shouting of the attendants immediately filled the hall.

MC: What's going on?

???: Looks like there was a power trip somewhere.

It was then that the crowd around us began to push each other around.

Kelly: Ah! Who stepped on my dress!?

Duke Riarty: Get out of my way; let me out of here!

Lady Mandela: Joseph! Joseph, where are you?

MC: I don’t know where brother and Albert are either...

???: Don't worry; I will bring you outside.

MC: (Looks like the lights won’t be coming back on in such a short time. It’ll be better to go out first.)

The thought had only registered itself in my head when a pair of warm hands clasped over mine.

There was no time for my hesitation, for my body was being led away by an inexplicably reassuring force as I followed his footsteps out of the hall.

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Unfinished Business - F! Sam Dalton x MC Fanfiction (Chapter 2)

Summary: When Sam Dalton is caught in a scandal, Anna Schuyler is the only one who can help her. But will her former nanny be able to leave the past behind?

“Samantha Dalton was like one of good dreams you don’t want to wake up from. You close your eyes, you force your brain to remember every minor detail, you begin to imagine what comes next… hoping to be in control. You want to fall asleep again. You want it to continue, but it’s too late now. You’re wide awake.”

Genre: Angst, Romance

Tag List: @save-me-the-last-dance (If you wish to be tagged for future chapters/fics of this pairing, let me know)

Anna couldn't determine how much time had passed since she became completely submerged in her own thoughts. Her brain couldn't quite process what was happening. It could only be another one of those crazy dreams she often had during these two years, where she and Sam would meet again under the most bizarre scenarios. It had to be.

In silence, she cautious glanced to the side to confirm it once more. Indeed, Sam Dalton was actually seating on her passenger seat.

She had to try and do something. If that was a dream, in the moment she tried to speak, she'd definitely wake up.

"An accomplice!" She shouted. "You just made me an accomplice."

"Anna..." Sam tried to respond to her accusations. "I'm so sorry..."

Not a dream. Anna wasn't dreaming after all. Her former boss, past lover and now a criminal, was really sitting by her side in the car. In flesh and bone. With her pretty face and fancy perfume.

"Listen, Sam, and listen well. I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right to toy with my life again. If the police stop us, I'll surely say you kidnapped me and forced me to drive away. No way I'm going to jail because of your cowardice."

"A coward. You think I'm being a coward again and running away from the problem."

"Isn't it what you always do?" And that was it. Anna was suddenly spitting out all the rage that had been stuck inside her chest for the last couple years. If Sam was going to drag her into her mess, she'd deal with the consequences.

The CEO lowered her eyes, looking terribly hurt and upset. For a second Anna could almost feel sorry for her, before reminding herself of everything she'd done in the past.

"Would you at least give me a chance to explain?" Sam asked. "In the end, you're free to choose if you want to help me or not."

Anna sighed. Being close to Samantha again was like being under a spell. Even when she tried so hard to resist, she couldn't say no. She couldn't escape. Before she could come back to her senses, she had already parked the car in front a small diner on the road.

The first thing Anna did when they entered was to head straight to the bathroom. Stopping on the sink, she washed her face multiple times as she tried to calm herself.

"I can't believe that..." she spoke to her on reflection in the mirror. "Only a few hours ago I was driving to my hometown, to meet my mom for a road trip. And now I'm stuck with... Sam Dalton."

Grabbing her phone, she considering texting Jenny but stopped herself. That wasn't a good time to answer all the questions and suggestive insinuations she'd make. She had to deal with that problem alone.

"Okay," recomposed, Anna returned, ordered some coffee and sat down in front of Sam on a booth, "explain yourself. You got about... 15 minutes. Until I finish this cup of coffee."

"Anna, I know what you're thinking," Sam took off the sunglasses and the hood. "I'm not a fugitive. Although my lawyers recommended not leaving the city or the state, it's not like the police is coming after me. I'm a free woman, at least until the trials."

That didn't make the situation any better. Sam was still being accused of a crime and for some reason, she thought Anna was her only hope to get away.

"Okay, but it doesn't mean you're innocent either. Right?"

"I am, this why I need your help. I need proof of my innocence."

Anna stared at her former lover for a long moment. It was the first time she noticed Sam was still wearing a wedding band. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. That woman was asking her help to save not only her career, but her marriage too. A marriage that destroyed Anna's heart only two years ago.

"I'm not a detective," she took a long sip of her coffee. Swallowing down her anger. "I'm afraid I can't help you then."

"This is not the case," the CEO explained. "Somebody offered that woman private information using my cell phone number. Somebody who had access to the company's most secretive projects."

"Wasn't she your... mistress? I mean, it would grant her direct access to your phone while you two were... together."

"Anna... this is not how it happened."

How could someone be so cynical? The woman could only be one of Samantha's nannies, that she seduced, fooled around and broke the heart, before sending her away. Anna rolled her eyes and channeled all the sarcasm that existed inside her.

"Oh, are you going to tell me she tripped and accidentally fell on your bed, in the middle of your legs?"

Sam showed some discomfort and looked away.

"I'm not even sure we slept together," she told after a pause. "We met at this event, had a few drinks together and then, all I remember was waking up by her side in a hotel room. After that, she started blackmailing me. She alleged to have compromising pictures. This is the real reason why I gave her the check."

That was enough information. She didn't want to listen any more details about the supposed sexual encounter.

"Okay, let's go straight to the point. How do you expect me to help you, Sam?"

"I brought my laptop and my phone with me. I know you're kind of a tech nerd, Anna. Can you try to find any evidence I got hacked and the information got extracted from my devices?"

"I..." it wasn't hard job. In a few hours, Anna was capable of scanning the devices for suspicious activities. Yet, her life would be crossing Sam's for a second time. There would be something that connected them, that would make Anna feel close to her again. And then, once she was proven innocent, it was to Sofia's arms she'd be running to. "I'm sorry, I really am. But I'm in the middle of something important. If you want, I can recommend you a friend of mine."

"I trust you, Anna. And I'll be paying for your time."

Avoiding her eyes, that was the key. She couldn't let herself to fall for them again. It would be nothing but an illusion. She needed to keep that in mind.

"I can't."

Anna stood up and paid for her coffee.

Sam asked her to drop her at some motel, from where she'd call Carter to pick her up. The drive was completely silent, neither of them dared to speak a word. Considering the tension in the air, anything could spark into an argument.

"How are the boys?" Anna couldn't go without asking that question. "I assume this situation must be a huge stress for them."

"I'm trying to protect them," Sam told. "I sent them to my parent's house as soon as the news started. But it hasn't been the same since you left. They hate me. They think I sent you away and I feel they'll never forgive me for that."

"It hurts me to know they somehow got involved into our mess. I still miss them too, I became a school teacher because of them."

"They'll be glad to hear that. You know you're free to visit them, whenever you want. Always."

"Better not."

Anna stopped the car. That was goodbye. The end of her reunion with the woman she used to love. Yet, none of them dared to say the final words. They just stood frozen, gazing into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

"You..." Sam broke the silence. "You're even prettier than I remembered, Anna. God, there isn't a single day you don't cross my mind. I wonder how you're doing, where you are, who you're with... It drives me crazy. I still miss you."

She could feel the distance between them had shortened. She could feel the point where Sam's breath was meeting hers. One move and their mouths would come crashing together again, just like the old times. The fire was still there, all it needed was somebody to take the first step and ignite it.

"Sometimes you cross my mind too, Sam," Anna shook her head and turned her attention to the window. "Then I remember how badly you hurt me. You didn't fight for us. You never intended to. I was only a temporary fun, to supply what Sofia couldn't provide you at the moment."

"She still doesn't," the CEO touched her arm, caressing it softly. "She doesn't even compare to you."

"But you still married her. This is the life you chose, and you can't change that. You don't want to change that!"

After that answer, there was nothing left to say. Sam opened the door and left the car, giving Anna one last glance, that she purposely avoided. She didn't want to say goodbye. Instead, she turned on the ignition and started driving away as fast as she could. She feared the feelings inside her, the ones she could not control. The feelings that could suddenly make her come back and fall for Sam all over again.

Tears started streaming down her face. However, she felt a lot calmer as she noticed the motel was becoming more and more distant. This time, she was able to resist.

It was almost night when she arrived at her hometown. Her mother's car wasn't in the garage. She attempted to call her cell phone, but it was out of reach.

"Anna?!" A neighbor finally noticed her presence. "Is that you?"

"Mrs. Perkins," she forced a smile. "Hey. Have you seen my mom or Jack? I've been waiting here for a while but they're not home."

"Oh dear, haven't you heard the latest news?"

Something terrible seemed to have happened to Anna's stepfather. If only she hadn't lost time with Sam, she would've known. She could've called her mother or even arrived in time.

In the hospital reception, she was informed her mother's husband had been hospitalized. Her mom should be with him in the room. Nervously, she knocked the door.

"Anna," her mom was the one to open it. She spoke in a low voice to not disturb Jack's sleep and headed outside. "I'm so glad you're here. Come with me to the cafeteria."

Between sobs, her mom told her Jack had relapsed. His cancer had returned in an advanced stage, as the exams showed. At this point, the chemo or radiotherapy sessions would have to be too aggressive and potentially lethal, with remote chances of effectiveness.

"M-Mom..." Anna couldn't hold her own tears. After all, that was the man who accepted and raised her as daughter, when her biological father abandoned her as a baby. She owned Jack part of the person she had became. Even her love for Chemistry and Science she had gotten from him. "I don't know what to say. Oh my god!"

"While he's asleep, I've been doing some research," Mrs. Schuyler showed her phone screen to her daughter. "There's an experimental treatment with a new test drug. Jack would fit all the requirements for the research but... we don't have the money."

"You can take all my economies! The amount we had saved for our trip, is it enough?"

"Not even far, darling. We're talking about some hundred thousand dollars here. We'll never raise this amount in time."

Or they could. One thought crossed Anna's mind. She quickly stood up from the table and grabbed her purse and car keys.

"I'll be right back, mom. We're going to save him, I promise."

There was still one hope. One desperate measure Anna could take.

"Please be there... please be there..." she spoke to herself as the motel where she had driven earlier that day came to her view.

Fate had a funny manner of playing with lives and bringing people back together. Sam needed help. She needed the money. That would be the most perfect business deal.

She knocked the room where the CEO was supposedly to be staying. Anxiety started to consume her. If she couldn't find Sam now, she wasn't sure she'd be able to reach her again in time.

"Anna?" The door opened. Anna had never been so happy to see that face, those eyes, before. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm helping you," she announced. "But it'll cost a lot of money. My time is precious and limited."

"Whatever it takes."

Anna sighed and entered the room, knowing she had a long way ahead. Battling against time, against her stepfather's illness and especially, battling against old feelings. Would she be able to resist Samantha's charms this time?

#the nanny affair #sam dalton x mc #f!sam dalton x mc #sam x mc #f!sam x mc #choices tna #tna #the nanny affair fanfiction #tna fanfiction #unfinished business

[fortitudinem]

TIMELINE FOR DISNEY’S DESCENDANTS UNIVERSE

under the cut because it is a long post

AU – Ante Unionem ( before union, this takes place before the union of the kingdoms under King Adam and counts backwards in years ) IB – Imperium Bestia ( beast’s reign, this takes place after the union of the kingdoms and counts forwards. )

38 AU – In Olympia, The newborn Hercules is stolen from his parents by Hades’ minions who attempt to remove his power and fail, leaving him to be found and taken in by a human family.

36 AU – Moana is born in Motuni, daughter of the Chief.

33 AU – In Lone Keep, Aladdin is born and orphaned in Agrabah.

32 AU – In Northern Wei, Fa Mulan. In Paris, Quasimodo is born and  his mother killed on the steps of the cathedral by Frollo, who is then made to sponsor the boy’s upbringing within the walls of the cathedral.

31 AU – In Camelot, Arthur is born and adopted. In Agrabah, Princess Jasmine is born.

30 AU - Princess Merida is born in the Borderlands.

29 AU – In Solaria, Aurora is born to King Stephen and Queen Leah, at her christening the dark fairy Maleficent curses her to die by pricking her finger on a spindle before her sixteenth birthday as revenge for having not been invited. Aurora is betrothed to Phillip. The curse is rewritten by the Good Fairies. Aurora is taken away by the Three good Fairies to be raised as Briar Rose in the woods. In Prydain, Taran is born. In the Golden Citadel, Future Emperor Kuzco is born.

28 AU – Princess Elsa is born in Arendelle. Pocahontas is born.

27 AU – Princess Eilonwy is born in Prydain.

25 AU – Princess Rapunzel is born in Corona and kidnapped by Gothel. Princess Snow White is born in the Summerlands. Princess Anna is born in Arendelle. Ella is born in Verrelac.

23 AU – Tarzan is born and his parents take him on a ship down the coast, but it is shipwrecked and they are forced to trek into the jungle and make themselves a home in the trees. However, they are killed by a leopard named Sabor. Tarzan is found by the Gorilla Kala and taken in by her.

22 AU – Tiana is born in New Orleans.

20 AU – Hercules is revealed to be the son of Zeus and begins his training. Hades finds out and attempts to kill him and release the Titans to go and kill his brother Zeus. This also fails. Hercules gains his godly powers back but chooses to remain on the mortal plane. Hades escapes the souls and goes back to ruling the underworld. In Arendelle, Anna suffers an injury from Elsa’s powers and the trolls have to erase her memories to fix it. Elsa begins to withdraw and the sisters are kept apart. In Motunui, when a blight strikes her people Moana defies her father’s wishes for no-one to leave the reef, leaves the Kingdom and journeys to deliver the heart of the sea to Te Fiti. She succeeds at fixing the goddess and making the seas safe for all once more.

19 AU – In Camelot, Arthur removes the sword from the stone and is crowned King Arthur. Merlin bests the witch Madam Mim. In the Summerlands, King White dies, leaving his second wife, Queen Grimhilde as regent while his daughter is too young to rule.

18 AU – In Villanueve, ten year old Prince Adam receives an unwanted visitor to his castle and he sends them away, but they are revealed to be an enchantress who turns him into a beast to punish him for his selfish behaviour. He has until the even of his 21st Birthday to fall in love and make someone fall in love with him in return.

16 AU – Northern Wei is invaded by the Hun army, Fa Mulan enlists under the guise of a warrior named Ping. She buries the Hun army in an avalanche but is caught out for being a woman and sent home. Instead, she rescues the emperor.

15 AU – In Agrabah, Princess Jasmine tires of meeting suitors and never being allowed outside of the palace, so she sneaks out and meets Aladdin, who is then arrested for kidnapping her. Jafar searches for someone to get him into the Cave of Wonders to find the genie lamp and ends up using Aladdin for this purpose. Aladdin finds the lamp, but ends up taking control of the genie. He arrives at the palace as a suitor for Jasmine, having fallen in love with her. Jafar gains control of the lamp and takes over Agrabah, but is beaten by Aladdin, Jasmine and the Genie. In Prydian, Taran is put in charge of the psychic pig Hen Wen to stop the Horned King getting his hands on the Black Cauldron. He is captured but frees himself and Princess Eilonwy and eventually they destroy the cauldron. In Verrelac, Ella’s mother passes away.

14 AU – In Sherwood Forest, King Richard is away on crusade and his brother Prince John has usurped the throne and is taxing villagers relentlessly. Robin Hood steals from these taxmen and the rich to pay back the poor people who have nothing left. Prince John fails to capture Robin and his men and Richard returns to Sherwood to take back his throne from his brother. In Faraway, Princess Merida defies custom and propriety and accidentally turns her mother into a bear. This is fixed and the evil bear Mor’du is defeated.

13 AU – Aurora’s sixteenth birthday draws near; the fairies prepare to take her back to her parents once they have outmatched the curse. Aurora meets and falls in love with Phillip, unknowing that he is already her betrothed. She is taken back to the castle and found by Maleficent who spells her into pricking her finger and falling into a deep sleep. Maleficent also captures Phillip. The Good Fairies send everyone else to sleep too and then rescue Phillip, who in turn goes to wake Aurora. He slays Maleficent in her dragon form and wakes Aurora with a kiss. Aurora is returned to her parents. Alice Liddell is born in London. In Verrelac, Ella’s father marries Lady Tremaine.

12 AU – Captain Phoebus is named head of the Paris Guards. Quasimodo leaves the church for the first time ever and is proclaimed King of Fools at the festival, but the people of the city mock him and he returns to the church, disheartened. Judge Claude Frollo falls for Esmerelda and suspecting she has placed him under a spell, seeks to burn her for witchcraft. She takes sanctuary at the church and Quasimodo helps her escape, but is later fooled by Frollo into showing him where her true hiding place, the Court of Miracles is. Frollo orders Esmerelda and her people captured and killed. Phoebus helps set them free instead and Frollo is killed in the ensuing battle. Quasimodo is hailed a hero. In Verrelac, Ella’s father passes away, leaving her in the care of Lady Tremaine.

11 AU – In the Golden Citadel, Emperor Kuzco fires his advisor, Yzma, for attempting to run the country behind his back. In retaliation, she turns him into a llama and attempts to have him killed, but the attempt fails and Yzma is turned into a cat. Kuzco is returned to his human self and put back on the throne. In the Summerlands, Princess Snow White has been being raised by Queen Grimhilde, forced to work in the castle she should own. The queen is reclusive and vain and when she hears that Snow White is now considered prettier than her, she orders the girl taken into the forest and killed. Instead the huntsman simply abandons her and tells her to run. Snow White happens upon the cottage of the dwarves and soon makes friends with them. The Queen, however, is told Snow white is alive by her magic mirror and decides she needs to kill her herself with a poisoned apple. She tricks Snow White into eating the apple while she is alone and the dwarves returns to find her seemingly dead. They chase Queen Grimhilde off a cliff and lay Snow White in a coffin of glass, until Prince Heinrich-Florian arrives to bestow upon her True Love’s Kiss. She awakes and the pair unite their lands.

10 AU – In the future King George Town, Governor Radcliffe’s ship arrives from London with the intent of searching the area for gold, but there is none to be found. John Smith falls in love with Pocahontas, the daughter of the Chief of the area. When one of the Chief’s men is shot dead, John is blamed and sentenced to death. Pocahontas saves him and he, in turn, saves the life of the Chief by taking a bullet intended for him. He is shipped back to London for medical care. King Agnarr and Queen Iduna perish in the Dark Sea, leaving their daughters to rule Arendelle. However, no-one takes the throne and Arendelle is without regent.

8 AU - In Villanueve, a small town in the Kingdom of Auradon, Maurice the inventor is captured by the Beast (actually Crown Prince Adam), Belle gives her freedom to rescue him, Belle and Beast fall in love, breaking the curse and freeing Adam back into his human form.  

7 AU – In South Riding, the day before her 18th birthday, Rapunzel is accosted in her tower (where she has been living with her mother, Gothel for 18 years in order to protect her magical hair) by a stranger, a thief by the name of Flynn Ryder. She agrees to exchange his belongings for being walked to the city of Corona to see the lanterns that shine every year on her birthday. They are pursued by guards, Gothel and Flynn’s acquaintances, the Stabbington brothers all across the land until they finally reach Corona. Unfortunately, Rapunzel is returned to the care of her mother and taken back to the tower where a memory is triggered of her childhood. She reveals to Gothel that she knows she was the princess taken as a baby. Gothel attempts to imprison her, but Eugene escapes custody and scales the tower, leading to Gothel stabbing him. Rapunzel promises to go with Gothel if she is allowed to heal Eugene, but as she goes to do it, Eugene cuts her hair off, rendering it no longer magical. Gothel falls from the tower, turning to dust on the way down. Rapunzel is returned home to grateful parents. In Arendelle, Queen Elsa is coronated. A celebration is thrown where the doors to the palace are opened for the first time in three years. Elsa’s powers manifest, throwing Arendelle into a perpetual winter and she flees into the mountains. Anna goes after her and after tracking her down, is wounded and brought back to Arendelle for a cure to stop her turning to ice. Elsa is imprisoned in the castle, but escapes. A battle ensues on the frozen fjord, where Anna sacrifices herself to save Elsa, thus thawing her frozen heart. Elsa fixes the weather and takes over the Kingdom.

6 AU – In Verrelac, Ella is living under the care of her stepmother Lady Tremaine, who treats her like a servant and dubs her ‘Cinderella’. She longs to go to the ball that is being thrown for the Prince, to find him a wife, but is denied the chance. Fairy Godmother appears to her and uses magic to send her to the ball in style. Ella and Prince Christopher fall in love, but Ella has to flee the castle at midnight as the magic won’t last. She loses a glass slipper on the staircase, prompting Christopher to send men all over the kingdom looking for her. Despite interference from Lady Tremaine, the pair are united and married. Ella becomes Princess Ella. In London, Alice Liddell is spending some time outside when she spies a rabbit wearing a waistcoat and follows it into a topsy-turvey world. She almost has her head removed by the Queen of Hearts but manages to flee Wonderland back to her own home. In Corona, Rapunzel’s hair magically grows back after she comes into contact with magic black rocks (other adventures ensue).

5 AU – In Atlantica, King Triton’s youngest daughter Ariel is scheduled to make her debut. However, she misses it, sparking her father’s anger. She saves a human prince, Prince Eric of Tirulia, from drowning when his ship capsizes in a storm. When her father finds out, he destroys her prized possessions, driving Ariel into the arms of the Sea Witch Ursula, who promises to make her a human for the cost of her voice and with the caveat that she has three days to get true love’s kiss from Eric. Now human and mute, Ariel is found on the shore by Eric who takes her in and shows her the human world, but after a near miss he is spelled by Ursula into marrying her instead. Ariel fails the task of getting a kiss and turns back into a mermaid under Ursula’s power. King Triton gives himself up for Ariel, leaving Ursula with his sea-controlling sceptre. Ursula is killed when Eric spears her through the heart with a ship. Ariel and Eric are reunited and married. In the Deep Jungle, Tarzan has been raised by his Gorilla family, but they soon come under threat from a hunter named Clayton. Tarzam meets Jane and her father, interacting with another human for the first time since his parent’s deaths. He accidentally leads Clayton back to the gorilla’s home and has to save them when Clayton attempts to take them away with him. The gorilla leader Kerchak is shot and dies, naming Tarzan his successor. Clayton accidentally hangs himself on vines. Not too far away, in another jungle, Mowgli the man-cub has been raised by wolves but with the return of the man-eating tiger Shere Khan to the region they feel it is time to return him to the man village. Mowgli, not wanting to go the man village, joins instead with a bear named Baloo, but ultimately, after several near misses with snakes, monkeys and Shere Khan himself, Mowgli is returned to the man village. In a small village, a woodworker named Gepetto wishes for a puppet he created to be turned into a real boy. His wish is granted (to a degree) and Pinocchio is born, but still made from wood. After being led astray, being locked up, put on a cursed island and eaten by a whale, Pinocchio is finally turned into a real boy, instead of a wooden puppet. In Corona, after a rocky few months, Rapunzel and Cassandra battle the evil Zhan Tiri and win. Varian invents hot running water. King Adam enters into negotiations with Verrelac, Solaria, The Summerlands, North Riding, Camelot, Westerly and Tirulia, promising a new era of prosperity and safety if they would be willing to unite under his banner.

4 AU – In London, the Darling family are living in their townhouse, which is being frequented at night by Peter Pan. The children of the house, Wendy, Michael and John, are taken away by Peter to a magical cloaked island where no-one grows up called Neverland, where they fight pirates, including Pan’s nemsis, the evil captain Hook. Eventually, they return home to their parents. In Paris, Madame Bonfamille alters her will to leave everything to her cats. In response to this, her butler attempts to have them killed so he can inherit her fortune instead. Luckily, the cats survive and Edgar is sent away. In a small city, Jim Dear and his wife decide to go on vacation, leaving their baby in the care of an aunt, who mistakenly identifies their dog, Lady, as dangerous and purchases her a muzzle, prompting Lady to run away and befriend a local stray. The stray is eventually brought home with her and adopted by Jim Dear and Darling. Atlantis is discovered by Milo Thatch. In Arendelle, Queen Elsa is having strange experiences with a voice calling to her, when a series of disasters drives all the citizens out of the city of Arendelle, Elsa and Anna embark on a quest to fix the problem by journeying to an Enchanted Forest where they meet the Northuldra people and learn more about their own past. Elsa journeys further alone, to Ahtohallan, a glacial river of ice said to hold memories. There she finds out that she is the fifth elemental spirit and that their grandfather damaged the magic of the forest by building a dam and then attacked the Northuldra people, prompting the forest to close itself off. She manages to get this message to Anna before freezing solid. Anna is prompted to action by the message and uses rock giants to bring down the dam, even though it would destroy Arendelle. The spirits all agree to spare Arendelle due to her selfless and brave actions and Elsa and the Nokk turn back the tidal wave before it can destroy the city. Elsa chooses to stay in the Enchanted Forest and Anna is crowned Queen Anna of Arendelle. In Tirulia, Melody is born. The ship is attacked by Ursula’s sister Morgana who swears vengeance on the child, prompting Ariel to shut their castle off from the sea, vowing that she will not return to the mer-folk kingdom until Morgana is found. Negotiations are finalised with King Adam for the Kingdoms of Verrelac, Solaria, The Summerlands, North Riding, Camelot, Westerly and Tirulia to unite under his banner.

3 AU – In New Orleans, Tiana agrees to cater for her friend Charlotte’s party for the money to buy herself a building to turn into the restaurant of her dreams. Prince Naveen, a visiting dignitary from the nearby Maldonia, is turned into a frog by Doctor Facilier. Tiana finds that the money is not enough to buy the building and when Naveen, in frog form, asks her to kiss him to turn him back she reluctantly agrees in exchange for the money she needs. However, because she isn’t a princess, she instead also turns into a frog. Tiana and Naveen trek through the bayou to find a voodoo queen named Mama Odie to help turn them back and following her advice they journey back into the city to get Charlotte to kiss Naveen and break the spell, however they run out of time and the spell sticks until Tiana and Naveen are married as frogs, making Tiana and princess and capable of breaking the curse. Tiana sets up her dream restaurant.. In The Summerlands, Bambi’s mother is killed by a hunter. Adam enters negotiations with East Riding, South riding, Northern Wei, Lone Keep, Winter’s Keep and Apheliotia, pressuring them to join under his banner utilising the strength he has already amassed.

2 AU – In London, Roger and Anita Radcliffe’s dogs Pongo and Perdita, give birth to fifteen puppies. These puppies are dognapped by Anita’s college friend and wealthy heiress Cruella De Vil after Roger refuses to sell them to her. She intends to make a coat out of them. The puppies are saved by their parents and it is revealed Cruella also bought 84 other puppies. Pongo and Perdita take them all home with them to be cared for by Roger and Anita. In the Summerland, in the enchanted wood, the orphaned deer, Bambi, wins a courtship duel, chases hunters from his lands and is forced to outrun a forest fire. He is crowned Great Prince of the Forest by the other animals. News spreads across the kingdoms of a flying elephant named Dumbo. Negotiations are finalised with East Riding, South riding, Northern Wei, Lone Keep, Winter’s Keep and Apheliotia, bringing them all under Adam’s banner.

1 AU – In a big city, a box of kittens is left abandoned when only one remains. Oliver attempt to adjust to life on his own and instead befriends a dog named Dodger and his crew of thieving dogs, headed up by their human, Fagin. Fagin owes a lot of money to Bill Sykes, a mobster, so he encourages the dogs to attempt to steal a car. The plan goes awry and Oliver is found by a little girl, Jenny and taken in. The gang, thinking he has been captured, seek to free him and Fagin attempts to use him to get a ransom from Jenny’s rich family. However, upon seeing Jenny he has a change of heart, but Sykes won’t accept that, he kidnaps Jenny. But Jenny is rescued by the dogs and Fagin and Sykes’ car is hit by a train. Oliver goes to live with Jenny. In the countryside, a hunting dog refuses to hunt a fox, instead choosing to protect it. The Wild Kingdom, Borderlands, Farway, Schwartzvald and Olympia sign an agreement to unite under Adam’s banner, with caveats. Neverland’s cloaking magic is removed and it too is forced into the agreement with Auradon.

0 IB – Beast and Belle marry, Auradon is united under one flag with Beast proclaimed High King through popular vote, though it had already been decided. The Isle of the Lost is created, and the villains are captured or brought back from the dead to be placed in this prison.

1 IB – Auradon Preparatory school is formed, utilising an old castle to turn into a boarding school for future generations. The Recycling Act is passed, sending all the garbage from Auradon to the Isle of the Lost. Fairy Godmother is made headmistress of Auradon Prep.

3 IB – Beast declares that magic will no longer be used in Auradon where possible, that it will be phased out and that it will be replaced with technology. While not an outright ban on magic, he makes it very clear that magic is now considered dangerous and frowned upon.

4 IB – Prince Benjamin, Princess Audrey, Prince Chad are born in Auradon, along with the rest of their future classmates. On the Isle of the Lost, Mal, Jay, Evie, Uma and Harry are born. Adam passes a regulatory law on the powers of his King’s Council, taking power from them and giving himself more control.

5 IB – Jane Fae is born in Auradon. Carlos De Vil is born on the Isle of the Lost. King Adam passes a law to make his line of succession the line of succession and to eliminate the ‘vote’ aspect of becoming High King and to pave the way for Ben to become the next High King.

6 IB – King Hubert passes away. Corona and South Riding merge into one Kingdom under the control of King Frederic.

7 IB – In Tirulia, Melody is turning twelve. She sneaks out into the sea often and she ends up finding out about Atlantica and mer-folk even though Ariel has been hiding it from her. She ventures out into the sea and is taken to Morgana, who offers her a tail in exchange for Triton’s trident. Melody, not knowing who she is, finds the trident and gives it to Morgana, but upon realising her mistake, she manages to take it back and Triton encases Morgana in a block of ice and then banishes her to the Isle of the Lost.

9 IB – The last free villains are imprisoned on the Isle, marking the turning point for Auradon. It is marked with a celebration.

10 IB – On the Isle of the Lost, Queen Grimhilde is banished from society by Maleficent for failing to invite Mal to her daughter’s birthday party.

18 IB – Princess Rapunzel is made Queen of Corona by her retiring father.

19 IB – The Sidekicks Act is developed by Prince Ben, giving the workers access to rest days and adequate pay, as well as pension funds and college plans, He starts a movement towards modernisation in every home, especially ones that have previously had woodland animals to do the chores for them.

20 IB – Ben makes a proclamation giving the children from the Isle of the Lost a second chance. He brings over four such children to prove that this program works. Beast steps down as King, leaving Ben in charge. Maleficent is rendered into the form of a small lizard.

21 IB – Ben puts an embargo on travel in and out of the Isle of the Lost, except by pre-approved means. He declares any barges going into the Isle must be full of real supplies instead of garbage. Mal is named Lady Mal at Cotillion. Uma escapes the Isle and disappears into the sea, becoming a fugitive.

22 IB – The VK Day program is set up. Four new children from the Isle of the Lost are chosen to attend Auradon Prep. King Ben proposes to Lady Mal. Princess Audrey is spelled by Maleficent’s Sceptre and attempts to put all of Auradon under a sleeping curse. She is stopped by Lady Mal. At their engagement party, Lady Mal and King Ben decide to remove the barrier once and for all and pardon all the villains. Work begins on turning the Isle in a liveable habitat.

23 IB – Work is completed on a new school for the Villain Kids and a real prison for villains who fall back into their old ways.

notes: i probably need to add more to the IB sections, that is a later problem. 

#disney descendants #descendants #disney's descendants #descendants meta #descendants worldbuilding #4000 words later #HISTORY | AURADON. #ABOUT | AURADON.

[ramblings-of-a-cavill-lover]

New Neighbor

Summary: Your hot new neighbor goes jogging every morning, and you start exercising as an excuse to check him out.

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1,5k

A/N: @magdelen69​ suggested me prompt 1 from this list. Thank you so much sweetie!

Thank you, sweet @shellbilee​ for being my beta/editor. 💜

Divider by @writeyourmindaway​

The house had spent two weeks vacant since the Taylors decided to move to a warmer climate.

You didn’t see who had moved in, but you watched the moving truck while warming your hands with the little heat left around your cup of tea early in that grey, chilly morning. They unloaded so many things, the most curious of all being a contraption that looked like gym equipment.

Shuddering at the thought of working out, you headed out to your car and made your way to work.

Having stopped by the grocery store on your way home from work, you juggled with the overflowing bags as you made your way to your front door, determined to carry everything in one go. Dropping the bags on your porch to open the door, you peeked at the neighbor’s house, hearing the faint sound of what was distinctly country music and noticing a bit of light shining from behind the curtains of an upstairs room.

You scrunched up your nose at the choice of music but shrugged. It wasn’t your place to criticize, when your favorite song was a success back in the 90s.

Early next morning, as you were reversing your car out of your driveway, you had to abruptly break, when a body materialized in your rear view mirror.

Heart in your mouth, you stuck your head out of the window to glare at the offending athlete, who waved at you, already several meters away.

It took a few minutes for your heartbeats to slow down and by then you were late for work.

You decided you did not like this new neighbor. Who in the world jogs that early in the morning? Freaks.

You delayed your departure the next morning so you wouldn’t accidentally drive over the idiot, but still, you had missed him by mere seconds.

You huffed an angry breath, when he again decided to wave at you. You grimaced in response and moved along with your day.

It didn’t escape you, though, that his running sweats hugged his body in all the right places, and that his buns were quite the sight.

The remaining month of winter passed with more of the same novela, with minor heart attacks and a perpetual resting bitch face for you, while he was all smiles and waves. He could join the penguins of Madagascar for all you cared.

Then, spring arrived and with it, longer days. You couldn’t deal with that much sunlight so early, and being on vacation, your new year’s resolution to start working out nagged at you with vigor.

Project summer bod started with walks around a few blocks in your vicinity, despite your brain’s frequent reluctance.

Your neighbor, determined to irritate you, left home earlier, the same time you did in fact.  Just because you decided to make the most of the first rays of sunshine before it got too bright, and moms had to take their kids to school.

But just as you were to let out a huff of frustration, he ran past you with a low “good morning” and your huff became a sigh.

His voice, so darn low and gritty from how early it was, stopped you in your tracks. For the first time you had the full force of his gaze on you, and his jawline cut straight through your heart and threatened to make your knees collapse beneath you.

You were defenseless against that attack, so you just watched as he went, his sweatpants hugging that gorgeous looking ass. It didn’t help your case that the t-shirt he wore hugged his broad shoulders and his lean waist. He was like walking - or in his case running - sex on legs.

Drying the figurative drool on your chin, you started walking in the direction he’d gone.

The week went by in that same routine. You woke up happier every day despite yourself, every day more disposed to go on your walks.

On Saturday however, you decided you were ready to run, just so you could keep admiring the peachy bottom that haunted your dreams.

It was easier said than done.

You jogged at best, pushing yourself to reach your house again. You gave up on the idea of running the distance you could generally walk, not having made it much further than half a lap around your block.

Despite all the walking giving you a bit more disposition and energy throughout the day, you were definitely not fit enough to be a runner.

Who wanted to be an athlete anyway? Definitely not you.

You managed to walk back to your street, with a hand on your ribs, but dropped down like a sack of potatoes on the corner.

You were out of breath and sweaty, your face felt like it was melting off and your legs trembled.

Taking a moment to just try and get some oxygen while looking at the asphalt as if it had personally offended half of your ancestry, you didn’t notice the person approaching until they were almost in front of you.

“You okay there?” asked a deep baritone.

You were too tired even to look at the person talking to you. But as you reluctantly lifted your gaze, two lovely thick thighs greeted you.

Your eyes kept on moving upwards, taking in the gloriously veiny forearms, thick biceps and chest, only to land on those most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. Now that you had the time to study them, they were so much prettier up close, their color like perfect skies with an alluring brown fleck.

You wanted to spend the rest of your life drowning in those azure pools, but his smirk brought you out of your reverie.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” you mumbled, a little dazed.

“I asked if you were okay. Are you?” he said after a chuckle.

“Oh, I’m… uh…” you stuttered.

You took a moment to take stock of your condition, and thanked heavens you were no longer wheezing.

“First time running?” he guessed.

You smiled sheepishly and nodded.

“That’s the toughest part, you know.” he said as he sat down on the curb next to you. “From now on it’ll be easier every time.”

He smiled at you then, and for a few seconds more than you should, you stared at him with your mouth hanging slightly open.

Him chuckling at your expression once more told you he knew exactly what was going on inside your head.

You snapped it shut and lifted your chin in indignation.

“Who says I ever want to run again? I don’t even have the strength to call emergency services.” you complained, but your fatigue drained all the displeasure you had intended to infuse into your words.

Clearing your throat, you extended your hand and introduced yourself. He shook your hand with a soft and chilly palm.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore. Why do you do this to yourself? The way I’m feeling now, I think my whole body will be sore. For a month!” you exclaimed, to his delight, if his loud laughter was anything to go by.

“I’m glad my suffering amuses someone.” you added, grim.

“No, no, I’m sorry! Not at all!” he hurried to explain, sobering up a little, but still smiling as he continued. “The way you said it is funny, not your pain. But you’re probably right. It will hurt for a while."

His matter of fact look broke into one of amusement mixed with sympathy as he took in the sheer shock on your face and your loud gasp.

"Your body gets used to it. Soon it won’t hurt as much. Maybe you’ll even like it!” his cheerful tone was not what you needed at that moment. There was a glint in his eye you couldn’t quite place.

“I highly doubt that.” you replied.

His amusement never abated, and he snorted.

“Well, just to prove you wrong, I propose a challenge.” he said, getting up and cleaning his sweatpants. “If you brave the pain and come out for a run every day for the next thirty days, I’ll run with you, at your pace. Deal?”

“But what about your pace and your fitness? Don’t you have to stick to some regime or whatever?” you asked, baffled that he’d be willing to do that to an almost complete stranger.

He extended a hand, helping you get to your feet. The trembling in your legs had subsided a little but you would feel better once you were lying on your couch.

You looked at him, shielding your eyes from the Sun that was starting to heat up.

He was regarding you intently but looked away soon after your eyes found his.

“I can make up for it by lifting weights in the gym.” he paused and smirked, gazing deeply into your eyes. “And there’s always cardio.”

For some reason, you felt your cheeks heat up. You could only stare at him, tongue-tied, but he didn’t let you suffer for long, widening his lips in a heart-stopping grin.

“Coffee?”

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction #musings sans muse

[ravenpaw-93]

Denial, Self Sabotage, and Acceptance: The Three Stages of Falling in Love with Your Flatmate

3.5k words

Summary:

After forging an unlikely friendship during N.E.W.T year Harry and Draco became inseparable. It only seemed natural they should become flatmates. However, after two years of watching them tiptoe around each other, their friends have had enough and devise a plan to make them realise they're in love.

Harry sat at his and Ron's usual table at The Dragon's Den staring moodily at worn oak tabletop as he waited for Ron to return with their drinks. He looked up as a shot glass and a pint of beer slid in front of him. He immediately downed the shot with a grimace.

"Damn, mate. Rough day?" Ron asked arching an eyebrow as he took his seat on the opposite side of the table. 

"You could say that." Harry retorted bitterly, taking a swig of beer. "Flatmate problems." 

He and Draco had gotten a flat together after Hogwarts. They'd become close friends during N.E.W.T year and both had taken positions at the Ministry, Harry with the Aurors and Draco the Goblin Liaison Department. They figured they'd probably end up spending so much time together at separate places it just made sense to get a flat together and split expenses. They'd managed to coexist rather peacefully the past two years, until this week. 

"What'd Malfoy do this time? Dirty dishes in the sink? Leave your wet clothes in the wash?" Ron snorted rolling his eyes.

"He's got a date." Harry muttered, downing the rest of his beer.

"Oh." Ron replied dully. He took a sip of beer and his eyes widened. "Oh. So we're finally acknowledging that, are we?" 

"Acknowledging what?" Harry asked, waving one of the cocktail waitresses over.

"Your three year long massive crush on Malfoy." Ron answered as if it should be obvious. 

"Crush? I haven't got a crush on Draco. We're flatmates, we usually hang out on Fridays. He just ditched me last minute, is all." Harry argued before turning to the approaching waitress and ordering more drinks.

"Are you really that fucking thick? Or are you in denial? It's one or the other." Ron snickered. "I mean that in the nicest way possible."

"Neither." Harry said stubbornly.

"Oh, come off it. It's me, you don't have to lie. In fact, I'm insulted that you actually think you could lie to me about this. I'm not bloody stupid." Ron argued, rolling his eyes.

"Thanks." Harry said as more drinks were brought to their table. He downed a shot before continuing. "I don't know what you're on about. I'm not lying."

"Then you are in denial." Ron shrugged, pursing his lips as he watched Harry take another shot. "We've been here less than twenty minutes and you've taken three shots and downed a whole beer. You're too bothered for it to just be Malfoy cancelling movie night or whatever the hell it is you two do."

"I asked you to come out with me to have a good time." Harry sighed. "Can we please talk about something else. Anything else." 

"Fine. But sooner or later you're gonna have to face this. Getting pissed and bringing some rando home with you for a quick fuck isn't gonna make the shit go away." 

"Who says I'm going to?" Harry rolled his eyes drinking his beer.

Ron stared at him, his 'shut up Harry, I know you' expression fixed on his face. He finished his beer and shook his head exasperatedly.

"Whatever, mate. So, did you get your new trainee today?" 

"Yeah. Can't remember his name to save my life though. He seemed decent enough." Harry shrugged, grateful Ron finally dropped the subject. He wanted to forget about Draco and the hollow pit he caused in Harry's stomach.

"Lucky you. Mines an absolute moron. I'll be dead by the end of next week." Ron groaned.

Harry allowed himself to get lost in conversation about the trainees at work with Ron. Laughing at his stories of his idiot trainee, who by the sound of it, barely made it through the academy. He felt the misery he'd been feeling since finding Draco's note after work finally begin to leave him. After a third beer and another round of shots he was feeling rather pleasant. Everyone around him seemed much funnier and, many of them, much prettier than they had when they first arrived. Though, that was probably just the Firewhiskey talking. But in the end Ron was right, he found an attractive bloke willing to accompany him home. He was just tall enough and just blonde enough that, for one night at least, Harry could pretend he was someone else. And afterwards, when the man was gone and Harry was alone in his bed, he tried not to hate himself for it.

***

"Harry?" Draco called as he walked through the door of their shared flat, having just ghosted possibly the worst date he'd ever had. "You home? You wouldn't belie–" 

He stopped mid sentence as he entered the main area of their open concept flat. All the lights were off, aside from a table lamp and there was a note on their breakfast bar. He picked it up, frowning at its brevity. 

Went to the pub with Ron, don't wait up. -H

Harry's notes were usually paragraphs. He flipped the paper over, but the other side was blank. His frown deepened and he felt an unpleasant sensation in the pit of his stomach. He shrugged it off. Harry probably just left the note at the last minute. And even if he hadn't, it's just a note for Merlin's sake. He didn't have to write Draco a novel every time. He rolled his eyes, annoyed with himself, as he selected a bottle of wine from the rack in the kitchen area. He Floo'd to Pansy's trying to convince himself the slight aching feeling in his heart was residual disappointment from his date and had nothing to do with Harry's uncharacteristically short correspondence. 

"Thought you had a date?" Pansy asked in lieu of greeting him as he stepped out of the hearth.

"Hello, nice to see you, too, you harpy. Did I miss something? Is it 'National Shit All Over Draco Day' and no one told me?" He huffed, plopping down dramatically on her sofa.

"What's got your wand in a knot?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"First off, Blaise set me up on a date with a total barbarian, then you can't even be bothered to say hello like a civilised human and Harr-you know nevermind. I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get wine drunk on your sofa." 

"Oh come on, it couldn't have been that bad." Pansy replied, summoning a cork screw and two wine glasses.

"His manners were atrocious. He didn't even tuck his shirt in. He ordered the cheapest wine possible and he laughed like a fucking seal. Clapping and all. I Apparated home from the loo half way through my meal, Pansy. I can assure you, it was horrific." He whinged, filling his glass.

"You hardly gave him a chance." Pansy retorted.

"It wasn't going to work." He replied shortly.

"Of course not." Pansy rolled her eyes. "What were you saying about Potter?"

"I didn't say anything about him." Draco covered his lie by sipping his wine.

"Darling, I love you, but you're a terrible liar." 

"Seriously it's nothing. I'm just narked off because my date went badly." Draco wasn't sure if he was saying that to convince Pansy or himself.

Afterall, it was just a stupid note. He couldn't be sure what sort of tone it was intended to be read in. He was the one in a bad mood, so he probably just read it that way because of how he was feeling. He and Harry were fine before work, Draco was just reading too much into it. Pansy merely stared at him, her lips pursed and one eyebrow arched dangerously high.

"It's stupid. The note he left letting me know where he was going to be was just really short. He usually leaves long notes, so in my bad temper I got annoyed over it." Even to himself that sounded feeble.

"You look sad, not annoyed." Pansy pointed out.

"Sad?" Draco asked scathingly. "I am not sad. It was a shitty date yeah, but it wasn't as though I thought I'd found my future husband." 

"Well if it's not your bad date it must be the note from Potter and the massive fucking pash you've had on him for years." Pansy countered, smirking over the rim of her glass.

"Me–a pash–Potter?–don't be absurd." Draco coughed, drips of red wine staining his grey trousers. He sincerely hoped Pansy would think the flush creeping up his neck was from nearly choking to death on his wine.

So what if he had a tiny crush on his flatmate? Harry was handsome, kind and funny. Who wouldn't have a crush on him? It wasn't as though Draco had any intention of acting on it. In fact, the whole reason he agreed to the date Blaise arranged was to get his mind off those feelings. Only, the date was a disaster and Draco had spent the entire time thinking Harry would never do this.

"Oh don't even try it, Draco. I've known you since we were two years old. The only person who doesn't know that you love Potter, is Potter. Just how the only person who doesn't know Potter loves you, is you. You're both so fucking stupid it's infuriating." Pansy argued, rolling her eyes dramatically.

Draco gaped at her, floundering for something to say in return. 

"You're barking. I think I would know if Harry was in love with me, wouldn't I? And I would certainly know if I was in love with him, which I'm not." Draco replied, taking a large gulp of his wine.

"Like I said, fucking stupid, the both of you. How can you not know? I'm surprised the two of you haven't suffocated in the sexual tension."

"Sexu–What sexual tension?! You've lost your bloody mind."  

"No, I haven't. Just think about it." Pansy conceded.

"Whatever, fine, I'll think about it." Draco huffed, finishing off his wine.

And he did. After stumbling into his and Harry's sitting room at one thirty in the morning and making his way to his room he lay in bed considering Pansy's outburst. He racked his brain trying to think of any instance that Harry may have even hinted at having feelings for him, but could think of none. As far as the supposed 'sexual tension' maybe there were a few times when eyes had lingered a bit longer than what could be considered accidental, particularly when joggers were involved. Or they'd leant in just a little too close to each other. But that was normal, wasn't it? Perhaps he would just have to pay closer attention tomorrow when he woke up.

***

Harry heard Draco stumbling down their hallway, swearing under his breath. Once Draco's bedroom door swung closed, Harry opened his eyes and squinted at his alarm clock across the room. One thirty. He tried to ignore the flare of jealousy that surged through him. He had no right to it, given what he'd just done. He had no room to be upset that Draco was just now getting home from his date. But he was. He turned over sharply in his bed and immediately had to fight down a wave of nausea. Great, he thought, just what I need, a fucking hangover to wake up to. He huffed, adjusted his pillow and willed himself to fall back asleep. 

His head was pounding when he woke up and he had the worst taste imaginable in his mouth. He groaned as he sat on the edge of his bed, squinting in the sunlight streaming through his open window. He took a hot shower and brushed his teeth before rummaging through the medicine cabinet for hangover potion. He grabbed one of the only two left and gulped it down. The cool soothing effect on his aching temples was instantaneous. A quick fry up and some strong tea would have him feeling much better, or so he told himself as he set to cooking. However, even after finishing his breakfast he still felt miserable. It seemed greasy food and tea had no effect on residual guilt. Harry's sulking was interrupted by Draco walking groggily past, on his way to the kitchen.

"Late night?" Harry asked, in what he'd meant to be a lighthearted manor, though it sounded more accusing than anything.

"Yeah I got wine drunk at Pansy's." Draco answered arching a brow at Harry's tone as he opened a cupboard for a mug.

"Pansy's, right." Harry snorted, he knew it wasn't fair to take his bad mood out on Draco, but he couldn't stop the bitter jealousy. And honestly, who did Draco think he was kidding? Obviously he went home with the bloke, he had every right to do so, but why lie about it?

"Erm, okay?" Draco muttered, shutting the cupboard door roughly."What's your problem? 

"No problem, just don't know why you lied about being at Pansy's when I know you were on a date." Harry replied in a clipped tone. 

"Why would I lie to you? Especially over something so stupid. I went on my date, he was a complete Neanderthal and I left twenty minutes in. I came home thinking we'd watch a film or something but saw your note don't wait up. So I went to Pansy's." Draco snapped flinging himself into a chair at the breakfast bar.

Well done, Harry, he thought bitterly, You've just made a complete arse of yourself. He gave Draco a few minutes to cool off before speaking again, trying to squash his own guilt.

"I'm sorry. I feel like a shit because I got pissed last night and did something stupid that I regret and I took it out on you. I'm sorry your date was terrible. He doesn't know what he missed out on." Harry mumbled apologetically.

"It's fine. I've got to get ready, I'm supposed to be at my mother's in ten minutes. We'll talk later, yeah?" Draco asked, getting to his feet.

"Sure." Harry said with a nod and with that Draco strode from the room avoiding Harry's eyes.

Merlin, he felt like a tit. He should have just listened to Ron and went home alone. Something about the way Draco had said 'don't wait up' had stuck in Harry's mind. He sounded hurt. Which at the time is what Harry wanted. A selfish part of him wanted Draco to feel as gutted as he did, he regretted that now. Fuck, but he's made a mess of things hasn't he? He was shaken from his thoughts by Ron stumbling out of the Floo.

"You look like shit." He said, taking a seat in the other arm chair.

"I feel like shit." Harry retorted.

"They make potions for that." Ron snorted.

"Oh there's a potion for guilt brought on by a spectacular display of self sabotage?" 

"What did you do?" Ron groaned.

"Exactly what you said I'd do. And then because I was angry at myself for it, I picked a fight with Draco." 

"Goddamn it, Harry." Ron scolded, putting his face in his hands. "You've ruined everything."

"Well I feel like that's taking it a bit far. I mean yeah I fucked up, but Draco won't stay angry long. He never does." Harry replied defensively.

"No you idiot, Blaise, Pansy, Hermione and I planned this perfectly. Blaise set Draco up on a fake date to make you both wake the fuck up. But now you've gone and thrown a wrench in the whole fucking thing." 

"You did what? That's insane!" Harry replied incredulously.

"We had to do something, mate. You two have been driving us barmy for three years. Clearly, you weren't going to figure it out on your own." Ron explained rolling his eyes.

"So on a scale of one to colossal how big of a fuck up was this?" Harry asked nervously, still in a state of disbelief. 

"Mega colossal. The whole plan is scrapped. Pansy'll have to come clean with Draco and then so do you. Whatever happens after that is on you."

"Wonderful." Harry grumbled.

"Just be honest. That's literally all you have to do. I'm going to Pansy's to break the news. You've got this. No more self sabotage." Ron said bracingly, stepping back into the hearth.

"I'll do my best." Harry promised.

Ron called out Pansy's address and disappeared into emerald flames. Harry sat and contemplated what he was going to say to Draco. He only hoped Draco wouldn't be too angry with him.

***

His and Harry's tiff had left Draco in a rather foul mood. He sat sullenly through brunch with his parents picking at his food and only half listening to his father drone on about his blasted peacocks. He wasn't used to Harry behaving that way. If anyone started a row for no reason it was usually Draco himself. Halfway through their meal a house elf brought him a letter from Pansy telling him to come by her flat before going home. He suffered through another hour of his parents' company before leaving for Pansy's. She was waiting for him on her sofa looking mildly uncomfortable.

"What?" He asked suspiciously, taking a seat next to her.

"You're going to be angry with me. But just know, I did what I did out of love." She began calmly.

"What did you do?" He asked slightly panicked, he prayed she didn't go and talk to Harry or something equally as stupid. Especially with the way they'd left things this morning.

"Blaise, Weasley, Granger and I may have come up with a plan to send you on a staged date to make you and Potter realise that you're in love with each other." She said quickly.

Draco was certain he didn't hear her properly. No way were they all really stupid enough to think that would actually work.

"I'm sorry, what?" He asked dangerously, narrowing his eyes. "You set me up on a fake date?!"

"Well it worked, sort of. Things got a bit fucked up, admittedly, but still."

"It most certainly did not work. We had a row this morning and now we're barely speaking." Draco huffed.

"You absolute idiot, Draco Malfoy. He's jealous that you went on a date with someone that isn't him." Pansy said exasperatedly.

Draco considered her words for a moment. That would certainly explain Harry's behaviour the last two days. Merlin, how did he not see that before?

"Oh." He said in astonishment. "He was jealous." 

"Fucking hell, finally you get it!" 

"I need to talk to Harry." Draco said getting to his feet.

"Yes, go now. Before you lose your nerve." Pansy said encouragingly.

He clambered into the Floo throwing the powder down as he called out his home address.

"I think we should talk now." He said grinning a little, as he stepped in front of Harry.

"Yeah, we definitely should." Harry agreed with a forced, nervous smile. "Come sit down?"

Draco took a seat on the edge of the sofa next to Harry chewing on his lip nervously. 

"I'm sorry about earlier, accusing you of lying. I was jealous just like I was yesterday when I wrote that note before going out with Ron. I did something stupid and impulsive and I feel horrible. But I have to be honest, I understand if you get angry, I'd deserve it." Harry paused and Draco felt as though his heart had stopped beating. "I got pissed and picked up some bloke from the pub and brought him home. I just wanted to stop thinking about you for a while and how miserable I felt that you were out with someone who wasn't me. But it didn't work, the whole time I was with him I wished it was you. I'm not proud of it, but it's true. So when I accused you this morning I was out of line. I'm so sorry, I wish I could just re-do yesterday. I would do everything so differently."

Draco stared at Harry for a moment while he digested everything he had just said. Mostly he felt relieved, overjoyed even, that Pansy had been right. He was a bit disappointed in Harry's way of coping, but it was understandable and Draco didn't intend on holding it against him.

"I mean I'm not pleased to hear that you fucked someone else, but I can't fault you for it. I only went on that stupid, apparently fake, date to try and stop having feelings for you. I'm still upset that you accused me of lying, but I forgive you." Draco replied giving Harry a hopeful smile. "And for the record, I don't want you to date anyone that's not me, either." 

"I don't intend to." Harry returned, giving him a crooked grin.

"Good." Draco said leaning in toward Harry.

"Good." Harry murmured as he closed the distance between them.

Draco felt a thrilling swooping sensation in his abdomen as they kissed. Harry's lips were soft and warm against his own as they parted allowing Draco's tongue to slip past and slide delicately against his own. Draco's skin tingled pleasantly as goosepimples erupted over his body. He brought a hand up to tangle in Harry's wild hair, wondering briefly how he'd ever gone a day in his life without kissing Harry like this. He felt as though everything had fallen into place, like everything suddenly made perfect sense. Kissing Harry just felt right, and he couldn't wait to do it every day for the rest of his life. 

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry flatmate au #oblivious draco #oblivious harry #i love these idiots #drarry fic

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: Romantic Dukexiety, Romantic Loginceit

Word Count: 1971 Words

Summary: Logan ducks out to prove a point but it doesn’t work out when the light sides don’t care.

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit/Morally Grey Deceit, Morally Grey Remus, Unsympathetic/Abusive Patton, Ducking Out, Manipulation, Physical Abuse, Violence, Accidental Injury, Head Injury, let me know if I should add anything else.

Note: Anything like ‘this’ is an thoughts. Bold like this is a lie.

Somebody’s Gonna Get Hurt

He could feel their joy with his leaving. It made his chest burn with anger, they were supposed to care about him leaving! Logan growled slightly at the subconscious and decided to wander around until he got to the dark side of the conscious.

Both dark sides who had exposed themselves to Thomas were outside behind a house almost like to the Mind Palace but more cathedral-like and castley than the home Roman had created. He could see spiral staircase towers.

Two of windows on the back two towers were open revealing a library and a craft room. It looked like a beautiful dream to see the castle Remus had made for just him and Deceit. And the garden the snakelike side kept around it made it even prettier.

Deceit was taking care of a bed of what looked like  and was about to move onto the cymbidium orchids and yellow ranunculus flowers while Remus was running around with two dogs, a husky and a Samoyed, seemingly playing with them.

Deceit was occasionally throwing a glance to Remus to check on the green side as the demented side conjured dog toys like no tomorrow until he got tackled by two fluffy, happy dogs. He wanted to be a part of a family like that. Logan nearly froze and stopped breathing when Remus noticed him.

“Oh, hey, Logibear! Whatcha doing on this side of the Mind?” The creative side greeted him, getting Deceit’s full attention and the deceitful side turned to look at them.

“Logan?” The yellow side asked, brushing his front clean of the dirt from the garden.

“Hi.” He greeted them awkwardly.

“Are you ducking out?” Remus asked, looking into the dark subconscious Logan had come from.

“I am, yes.” Logan admitted.

“Well, you can always not visit us, Logan.” Deceit reminded him.

“I’ll keep that invitation in mind, thank you.” The blue side accepted.

“Don’t be safe!” Deceit called after him.

“Wouldn’t want you getting torn limb from limb!” Roman chirped happily. “Sorry.” The demented side added not a second later.

“Thank you, I will.” So he retreated back to the darkness to move his room back since it wasn’t even working, the light sides weren’t coming to get him even after a week when it had only taken a day of Virgil being ducked out.

He tried to ignore the gnawing feeling at Patton’s thinly veiled disappointment and Virgil’s discomfort at him coming back. He even managed a smile when Roman didn’t notice the difference because he’d been so busy all week. At least Roman has a seeable reason to ignore his absence.

So he made good on his acceptance of Deceit’s offer and began stopping by the dark castle to inform them of the current situation of the Mindscape or even just to be around people who actually listened. It was a complete turn visiting them than visiting the light sides.

The lights all stayed in their rooms and only came out for discussions. But here, both occupants were always out of their rooms and keeping each other company. Hell, the first time he’d come over Remus was dancing around the living room to music while Deceit and Logan had made tea and dinner in the kitchen.

They interacted and it didn’t feel forced like it did with the light sides. Logan liked it here, he felt wanted. So he kept going, and, eventually, got accepting into their odd, happy little family. Then Patton and Virgil found out where he disappeared to on Fridays.

“You can’t just leave us, Logan!” Patton yelled at him.

“I’m not!” Logan insisted.

“You’re a dark side!” Patton snapped.

“I visit them and we talk about space and philosophy and fantasy!” Logan shot back.

“Lo, you should leave.” Virgil croaked out.

“What?” Logan asked.

“You need to leave! Dark sides aren’t allowed in the light!” Virgil snapped at him. Logan glared at them but left to Deceit and Remus again and the blue and green sides moved his room to the castle Remus lovingly called the Mind Castle. It was huge inside, it made his room bigger with more capacity for creative control.

He loved being here. But there was the issue of discussions being difficult. He would still show up to debates like nothing had changed, or, at least until Remus showed up again and Patton sighed and groaned and whined about having two dark sides present.

“Ugh, why would you dark sides leave us alone!?” Roman visibly recoiled at that.

“Patton, what-” Roman tried to ask.

“Shut up, Princey! Don’t side with the dark sides!” Virgil snapped at him.

“What are you talking about?” Thomas asked.

“Patton and Virgil told me I’m a dark side so I had to move my room to the dark side of your mind.” Logan explained.

“Hey, you didn’t say anything about being forced!” Remus looked at the blue side.

“I felt the reason of my leaving was unnecessary to share. I’m not one of you, after all, you wouldn’t truly care.” Remus gave an offended scoff.

“Like hell would I not care! You’re family, of course I care! Dee loves you and that means you’re family to me! I care about you just the same as I care about Dee and Virgil!” Remus exclaimed to make his point. Virgil shifted away.

“Virgil, you’re still a dark side?” Patton asked darkly.

“No, I’m not! I swear! I’ve changed, Pat! I’m not one of them!” Virgil tried to convince the aqua side.

“I took you in! I accepted you!” Virgil backed up on the stairs and nearly tripped on them.

“Pat, you’re scaring me.” Virgil gripped the bannister, trying to move back away from the fatherly side.

“I’ll give you something to be scared of.” Patton growled and stalked to the purple side, grabbing into his hair and smacking him across the face. Remus swung his morningstar toward Patton, intending revenge for hurting Virgil. But, unable to stop the trajectory from where Patton once stood, he couldn’t stop his weapon from colliding with Virgil when Patton moved out of the way.

“Virgil!” The green side exclaimed, his weapon poofing from existence just the second before Virgil hit the ground. Remus dropped to his knees and checked over the the anxious side’s unconscious body. “Vee, come on, wake up.” Remus tried to convince him, but he didn’t.

“He’s useless anyway. Let him die.” Patton snapped, kicking Virgil’s feet out of his way as he went back to his spot.

“This is your fault! You did this! You moved him into the way!” Remus screamed at him, knocking the aqua side over, anger practically tangible as Thomas came over to check on Virgil too, shaking his side a bit in the an attempt to wake him.

“Don’t move him. He might head trauma. Let me see him.” Logan told him, turning on the flashlight on his phone and opened Virgil’s eyes to look into them, finding uneven pupils. “He has a concussion.” Logan announced as he turned off his phone’s flashlight.

“How dare you-” Patton tried to yell at Remus for making him fall.

“Shut up! Just shut up! You made me hurt him!” Remus screamed at him, trying to stem the blood flow from Virgil’s head. Roman soon joined him once his shock wore off, trying to heal the wound. Patton angrily sank out, practically fuming.

“Please be alive, Vee. I love you too much for you to leave me like this.” Virgil gave a soft groan, moving a little bit to curl up more. Remus bursted into tears at the movement. “Virgil, please wake up.” Remus practically begged the purple side.

“Ree?” Virgil whined, eyes refusing to open, but he was at least responsive.

“Virgil, can you open your eyes for me?” Logan asked him.

“I’m tired, mom.” Virgil slurred out.

“Virgil, I’m not your mother, please open your eyes for me.” Virgil opened his eyes slowly, eyes darting around, still uneven, but he had managed to open them and was, again, responsive.

“Virgil, do you feel any pain?” Logan asked.

“Too loud.” Virgil tried to cover his ears but Logan held his hands away from his head.

“So you have a headache?” Logan asked.

“Let me go, Patton! I’ll be good, I promise!” Virgil tried to fight away from him, beginning to hypervenilate and have an anxiety attack.

“Virgil, breathe. Patton isn’t here, he can’t hurt you.” Logan assured him, which calmed the anxious side down significantly and he stopped fighting away.

“I don’t feel good.” Virigl warned. Roman immediately conjured a bucket that the purple side immediately threw up into.

“He definitely has head trauma. I’d need to run tests later once I make sure he doesn’t have any seizures.” Logan alerted them.

“Seizures?” Remus asked, eyes shining with fear. He understood that look. He was scared he’d hurt Virgil forever, he was scared he’d ruined Virgil from ever functioning the same again.

“He’ll be okay, Remus. Even if he does end up having seizures. It wasn’t your fault, I’m sure he knows that.” Logan assured him. Virgil groaned, trying to stand stubbornly but Roman kept him from moving around too much and Thomas supported his stumbling anxiety.

“Virgil, come on. You need to lie down.” Logan admonished him, Roman thankfully having the mind to sit Virgil on the couch and keep him there. Virgil was just confused, Logan knew, but his patient was quite frustrating when he couldn’t keep a good handle on him.

“Good, thank you, Roman. Remus can you conjure a medical pole? I’ll need to get saline and anti-seizure medication into him somehow.” Logan told the twins.

“On it, Teach.” Remus did as Logan asked and Logan himself conjured the medical supplies, saline, and depakote himself. Virgil didn’t seem to want to move this time, even while Logan rolled up his sleeve and put the needle into his elbow.

“Virgil, you can move your arm if you want, it’s not a needle, it’s tubing to get the saline in.” Purple eyes gazed at him for a moment before the other side gave a groan and turned to his side, going back to sleep.

Logan didn’t want to move him once he’d fallen asleep. So they all stayed there for the time being. Remus did summon Deceit, though, so the snake could be informed of the situation.

After a bit of the IV going, Logan put a dose of the anti-seizure medication into the IV and Virgil whined in his sleep but didn’t complain much more than that. That night, they all took shifts to watch Virgil to make sure he’d be okay.

And, in the morning, Virgil seemed much the same but that was pretty expected, he’d need a bit of help for a little bit while he healed. It shouldn’t take more than a week with his healing ability as a side.

And, now that Patton was lurking in the shadows, Logan returned to the light sides, taking Remus and Deceit along with him and the twins combined their much-loved homes to be half of either one, a wonderful mix of everyone as the rooms expanded to the size of Remus’ castle rooms while retaining the comfy, cozy feeling Roman’s creations gave off.

Virgil eventually healed right up well enough and Logan got his ‘fairy tale ending’ with Deceit and Roman. Logan wouldn’t complain with how cute Deceit was cuddled up to his front, asleep, as Roman laid behind him, backs pressed together as the romantic side worked on his current writing on his phone. He couldn’t ask for more.

Taglist: @youre-not-alive @vicdehart @emile-crunchybutter

#sanders sides #unsympathetic patton #sympathetic deceit #abusive patton #romantic dukexiety #dukexiety #romantic loginceit #loginceit #tw ducking out #tw manipulation #tw physical abuse #tw violence #tw injury #snoweywrites

[btaes1]

Unyielding

Jimin X Reader

Genre: A little smut

Sorry, I accidentally deleted this. So i’m reposting!

Word Count: 2.9K

 “Oh, come on Y/n, you look good” Y/f chirps excitedly. Feeling uncomfortable in the hip hugging maroon dress, you slowly turn towards the mirror to catch another glimpse of the open back, you attempt to reason with your friend.

      “But the green one was...nicer” you say, still not feeling comfortable with the provocative outfit. Reaching for the green dress once again, your friend immediately slaps your hand away. 

      “Yah.! What was that for? I think the green dress looked nice” you yell. Rubbing the aching spot where she had laid a good smack on you. 

      “Oh no, the green dress is something my sister would wear” she exclaims loudly. Taking a look at the green dress once more, she fake gags and places it back on the rack. 

       “Well I happen to like your sisters’ style” you grumble, under your breath. Crossing your arms, you feel the annoyance start to creep up. Your friend laughs loudly before uttering a response 

      “Y/n. She’s 12, and you’re not. You’re a grown woman with a nice body.” Rolling your eyes, you turn around, ignoring her statement. 

      “I’m serious. I know it’s hard for you to remember, ever since...well never mind, but you have always been beautiful.” She continues. Feeling the beat of your heart speed up when she almost mentioned your ex. Memories flood your mind, years of love, laughter, happiness, all gone. All because of some woman who made him feel better. That was 4 months ago though. Knowing it was time to move on, you had finally agreed to go shopping for an outfit for a night out with your friend. Not realizing that it would be this hard, or else you would have stayed home once again. 

       “Earth to Y/n? Wake up! And take off the dress, I’m definitely buying it for you.” She demands. Even though she was smaller than you, the powerful aura surrounding her wouldn’t let you disagree. 

       “Fine.” You sigh in defeat. “But I’m still taking the green dress.!” Hearing her groan, you chuckle slightly. Walking ahead of you she replies 

       “Fine, but don’t wear that around me, it brings my mood down.”

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           “This is not the kind of club I was expecting.” you yell into your friend's ear. The loud blaring music far from what you had imagined. Squinting your eyes in order to make out what was in front of you, you witness dozens of people dancing with the beat. This was not the scene you were expecting. 

           “Well what were you expecting?” your friend yells back, her voice blending in with the music. Catching a glimpse of her dancing along with the music, you fall back, attempting not to be noticed. 

           “Something more formal I guess, more sophisticated.” you answer back. Rolling her dark eyes, she walks over to place her hands on your shoulders. Looking at you firmly, she replied bluntly.

           “Y/n, it’s time to step out of this shell, you are so much more than what you make yourself out to be. Yes, you are a grown woman, and you’re a damn hard worker, but let loose. Let yourself feel young, just once. Be free” Finally hearing these words, you realize she was completely right. It was time to be free and let yourself feel happy. At least for one night. 

           “You’re right, I need to be free.” you reply, “I need to move on from the past, and let myself open up once again, before… you know.” Smiling widely, your friend engulfed you in a hug. Placing your arms around her you silently thank her for everything she has done for you since the breakup. Unwrapping her arms from you she smiles once more

           “Now I don’t know about you, but you won’t see me really dance until I’ve had a shot or two” She giggled. Laughing along with her you agree that a shot or two wouldn't hurt. Walking towards the bar area, the both of you place yourself on the dark bar stools. Still having trouble adjusting to the dimly lit building, you decide to just drink away your troubles. 

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           “I think one or two shots has turned into 4 or 5” you laugh, slightly tipsy. Looking around you notice that everything seems to be just slightly blurry. 

           “No, I think it’s still been one or two” your friend slurs out, slightly more intoxicated than you. Laughing louder than intended you attempt to stand up. Feeling yourself stumble a little, you place your hands on the stool. 

           “Maybe I should just sit back down.” you thought out loud. Pulling yourself up once more, you settle down in the seat. 

           “Well I’m gonna go dance” Your friend states “that’s if I can make it to the dance floor.” Stumbling slightly, she walks towards the dance floor, allowing herself to let loose. Keeping a close eye on your friend you realize that she was everything you had wanted to be. Happy. Free. The last 4 years of your life filled with someone else. Someone who had left you for 5 minutes of happiness with another woman. There was never a time to be free, and to be truly happy with yourself. He had taken up every bit of your happiness and drained you until there was nothing left. 

           “Excuse me miss” the bartender interrupted your thoughts “This is from the young man over there” he points. Picking up your head you search the area the bartender gestured to. Standing in the dark corner were several young men laughing, and drinking. Looking down to examine the drink, you realize it wasn’t your type of alcohol. Looking up once more you notice a young man catch your eye, smiling widely, he sends a wink your way. Raising an eyebrow, you grab the drink, and push it away. Letting out a laugh he whispers something to the rest of the men around him, before walking your way. 

           “So, I'm assuming you didn’t like it,” he asks, placing himself beside you. Looking at him closely, you instantly recognize the man. He was handsome, but you knew better than to get involved with someone like him.

           “No, I prefer something a little stronger. Thank you though” you answer bluntly. Turning your body straightforward, making eye contact with the bottles placed along the wall. While you were out to have a good time, finding another man was not something you seemed ready for. 

           “Well, what’s your poison, and I'll get you one” he offered. Feeling annoyed, you turn your head slightly towards his direction, and with the biggest smile you could produce you replied. 

           “No thank you” The man chuckled once more before setting his drink down. Looking at you up and down he instantly knew he wanted to get to know you. 

           “I’m Jimin, but I’m assuming you know who I am” he smiles. Scoffing dramatically, you turn fully turned to Jimin. 

           “Oh, I know who you are, but that doesn’t mean I’m interested.” you answer. Placing his hands up in mock surrender, Jimin continues to stare with his wide smile. 

           “I’m sorry, I just wanted to offer a beautiful girl a drink.” he smoothly responds. Rolling your eyes, you let out a fake laugh. Placing his right elbow on the table, Jimin turns towards you, and stares intently. 

           “I mean it, I don’t offer many women drinks, but there’s something about you.” he replies honestly. Making eye contact, you look at Jimin, while he was probably one of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes on, you knew so much better. Men would leave, no matter what. 

“Yeah, well I've heard that before, and then I got dumped” you blurt out. Shit. That was not supposed to come out of your mouth. Feeling your buzz slowly diminishing. Feeling the embarrassment run through your body, you look down.

           “I’m sorry, I’m tipsy, that was not supposed to come out of my mouth” you blabber on, attempting to explain yourself. Laughing loudly Jimin interrupts your excuses

           “It’s okay, tell me more.” he responds. Raising an eyebrow, you look at him confused. Why would he want to hear such stories? He had just tried to hit on you minutes earlier. Reading your facial expression, he assures you 

           “I’m serious, tell me about this ex-boyfriend, and why he would dump such a beautiful woman like yourself.” Feeling hesitant, you stay silent for a moment before deciding that letting it out would help you recover. 

           “You spend 4 years with someone, and they leave. They just leave. They leave you for someone prettier, and someone exciting. Living the domestic life with me just wasn’t enough anymore” you shrug. Hearing you out Jimin nods. That was enough for you to continue your long and dramatic story.

           “And that’s it really. I wasn’t making him happy. After years together, another woman made him happier than I did in years. Someone much more beautiful than me” you finish. After hearing your entire story Jimin was in awe. How could someone leave someone like you? You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and here you were obviously upset over someone who didn’t deserve you. 

           “He didn’t deserve you” he murmurs. Feeling angry because of a man he didn't even know. Laughing, you lay your head on the table. 

           “But he did. It was perfect, until it wasn’t” you softly say. With your head on the table you look up at Jimin, eyes wide. 

           “I can make you feel beautiful” Jimin softly replies. Leaning down, attempting to get closer to you “I don’t even know your name, but I know that I can do more for you in one night than he could in those 4 years.” Feeling your cheeks heat up, and a growing warmth between your legs. The sound of his low voice excites you to the point where you find yourself yearning to get with him.

           “Y/n. My name is Y/n” you breathe out. Slowly placing your hand over your cheek, attempting to cover your face. While you found him attractive, the confidence overtaking him was still leaving you shy.  Grabbing your hand, Jimin gently pulls it off of your face.

           “No, don’t do that Y/n, don’t cover your face. You are beautiful, I want you to feel it” Jimin whispers. Placing a hand on your exposed legs, and another around your neck, Jimin leans in closer. Leaning back you push Jimin off gently

           “I’m not a game, I don’t need you thinking that you can make me feel better” you state. Even though you wanted nothing more than to feel his lips across yours, you knew better than to give in so easily. 

           “Trust me, I don’t view you as a game. I just want you to know that you’re so much more than you’re making yourself out to be.” Jimin responds. 

           “Let me make you feel good” he whispers in your ear. Placing his hands back into place. Feeling your breath hitch, you nod. Smiling, Jimin takes your hand and leads you towards the exit. Looking over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of your best friend. Standing in the middle of the dance floor, she stands with her mouth hanging wide open. Smiling at her, you shrug lightly before exiting the building. 

           “Follow me.” Jimin tells you. Continuing behind Jimin, he leads you to a building close by. 

           --------

“Thank God I live close by” He whispers, pulling you up the stairs leading to his apartment. You entered the big apartment, in awe with the beauty of it. You wondered if the other members were home, instantly making you feel uncomfortable. 

“Don’t worry, no one else is here. I left them at the club. “Jimin states, sensing your discomfort. Walking into his room you notice two beds. Tilting your head, you look at Jimin confused.

           “The one on the right is mine, the other one belongs to another member” he answers your unasked question. Leading you to his bed, Jimin pulls you in close

           “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you” he murmurs. Placing his hands around your neck he moves in to place his lips against yours. Feeling yourself get lost in the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck. Continuing your make out session, Jimin pulls lightly at the end of his shirt.

           “You don’t mind if this comes off, do you?” He questions in between kisses. Shaking your head, no, you pull at the shirt as well.

           “Take it off” you whisper. Smiling against your lips, he places one more kiss before taking off his shirt. Taking in the view, you stare intently. Taking the initiative, Jimin places his hands at the end of your dress. Looking up he meets your eyes. Knowing what he wanted, you nod your head. 

           “I’ve wanted to take this off you the moment you looked at me” he breathes into your ear. Eagerly taking off the article of clothing, he places you on the bed. Running his hands down your exposed stomach, he goes lower until he reaches in between your legs.

           “Jimin, no teasing” you breathlessly breath out. Letting out a chuckle, he shakes his head before rubbing your clothed clit. The feeling of pleasure rings through your body, arching your back you let out a moan.

           “So wet already, huh?” Jimin jokes. Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempt to close your legs. Immediately preventing you from closing your legs, Jimin holds your legs in place. 

           “No, don’t be embarrassed, I love that.” he grunts. Letting his hands roam around the edge of your underwear.

           “Can I? “Jimin asked. Nodding, you pick up your back, allowing him to take off your underwear. 

           “Fuck, you’re so sexy Y/N” Jimin moans out. “Can I taste you please?” 

           “Fuck, yes, please” you whine. After getting confirmation, he immediately goes into work. Placing his head in between your legs, he sucks softly on your clit. Moaning out, you place your hands into Jimin's hair, pushing his head further. Allowing you to lead him, Jimin continues his actions with more pressure. 

           “Fuck Jimin, c can you add a finger?” you moan out, allowing the intense pleasure to take place. Instantly listening to your request, Jimin inserts two fingers inside of you. The feeling of Jimin sucking on your clit, along with his two fingers pumping in and out of you pushes you to the edge.

           “Jimin, I’m going to cum” you moan loudly, holding tightly to the back of Jimin's heads. 

           “Already? But I'm not done yet” he states, the vibrations of his voice on your pussy sending you over the edge. 

“Holy fuck” you manage to moan out, looking down to see Jimin continuing his actions. 

 “Fuck, I’ve already came.” Ignoring your statement, Jimin licks you clean before pushing himself closer to you. 

           “I know, but you just tasted so good.” he smirks. Smiling shyly, you place your lips against his. Letting your hands roam, you place them right on Jimin’s growing erection. Grabbing your hand, Jimin places it back to your side.

           “Trust me, as much as I want to fuck you Y/n, I’m not going to” he breathes out. Feeling hurt, you immediately get up. Grabbing the maroon dress, you start to dress yourself. 

           “Yeah because I’m not worth fucking” you mumble. “This was a mistake.” Immediately jumping after you, Jimin takes your head into his hands. Not able to make eye contact with him, Jimin gently pulls your head up to look at him.

           “Fuck, it’s not like that Y/n. I want to do this the right way. I want to get to know you, because you’re worth it. And after I win you over, then I’ll make love to you. The right way” he responds. The truth from his words leave you feeling shocked. 

           “Do you really mean that” you whisper. Pulling you in closer, Jimin answers

           “Absolutely” Smiling against his chest, you wrap your arms around him, letting yourself mix with him.

“Now, let’s get you back to the club before your friend starts to worry?” Jimin questions. Pulling yourself away, you look at him with confusion. 

           “How did you know I was with a friend” you ask? Smirking, Jimin pulls you closer.

           “The moment you walked into the club; I had my eyes on you” he replies. Blushing profusely, you agree. 

           “Yeah, you’re right, let’s go before she freaks out.” 

--------

           Walking you back to the club, Jimin lets you go, but not before getting you to agree to a date. 

           “I think I can agree to that” you smile playfully, before walking into the club. Feeling a pair of hands grab you before you could even sit down, you Instantly knew who it was.

           “Yah! You’ve been gone forever!” your friend yells. Smiling you pull her into a booth. 

           “I was busy” you answer back. Rolling her eyes your friend pushes you dramatically.

“You don't have to tell me; I saw you leave with him!” she continues yelling “Now tell me how it was?” Laughing, you place your arms on the table, reminiscing on the memories from earlier. 

“Well let’s just say he said he promised he could make me feel good” you smirk. Seeing your friends’ eyes widen, leaves you giggling again. 

“Well, did it work” she pesters, leaning in closer, not wanting to miss any details that you were about to tell. “Did he make you forget about Y/E/N?” Laughing you turn your head to the side before asking.

“Who?”

“Well I think that answers my question”

#bts #bts imagines #bts imagine #bts jimin #jimin x reader #jimin x you #bts jimin imagine #jimin #park jimin #bangtan #bangtan seonyandan #bts jimin reaction #bts reactions #bts smut #jimin x y/n

[hollyhomburg]

HOW DO YOU SLEEP? (KTH X Reader)

Tags: Friends with benefits to lovers au, bad behavior, Taehyung is kind of a dick, mentions of the reader being unattractive, insecurity, sex/ hook ups mentioned. 

W/C: 1.5k

Taehyung has a one night stand with a girl, and it’s the best night of his life- literally makes him almost pass out from how good good it is, but the girl...definitely doesn't fit the normal standards of beauty. 

You’re aware of this, you know that you’re not idol attractive, but Taehyung never makes you feel bad about it or insecure. at least not when you’re having sex.

Though in the industry would call you ugly and anyone else would just call you average. taehyung can’t get enough of you especially once you start hanging out as regularly as he can after you blow his mind (sometimes literally). 

and it’s not just the sex sometimes, its the way you play with his hands after he’s done, the way that you sit with him in his studio, the way he genuinely has fun with you feeling lighter than he does like- ever, when you occasionally do something that's not sex- and meet up more frequently with explicitly non-sexual things planned.

And Taehyung is like an inch away from saying he’s in love with you. But here’s the thing, you haven't met the boys yet. And Taehyung is a little bit worried about the judgement from the rest of his group and the media. i mean it's just a natural thing to be worried about right, natural to be afraid of the judgement of who he’s with? 

He’s used to ushering you out in the early hours of the morning which definitely isn’t a kind thing to do-he knows that. Hates himself every single fucking time he does it and makes sure to text you back after. taehyung has lost track of how many times he’s said he’s sorry. 

He makes up for it in better ways, like treating you to fancy dinners in delicious restaurants that it usually takes years to get reservations in, and more than a few designer handbags in exchange for his less than okay behavior. 

Taehyung is a little too good at apologizing, and you’re a little too- maybe not in love with him yet, but sometimes when you have a spare morning, when you can linger and brush his bangs back from his forehead- you think one day you could be. 

most of the time- you and taehyung have so much fun together, you’re always giggling and laughing and being ridiculous even in the middle of sex or a convenience store after he’d forgotten to buy condoms and made a stupid joke about blowing them up into balloons. 

on the bad days when he can’t sleep- you’re the one he calls, sometimes you don’t even have sex, sometimes you just go on long walks with taehyung holding onto your hand like its the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. 

He’s about to introduce you to the guys, to ask you to come out with them to a family dinner. but he happens to but dial you at the worst time when he’s talking to the others about you- just jimin- his best friend for ages. confessing all of his fears, how much he thinks he loves you how happy you make him. 

but you don’t hear any of the good parts only the bad, listening in with taehyung unaware, “she’s obviously not the best looking, but man, you have no idea, sometimes at night it’s like i dont even want to sleep because it’s so good. obviously i’d already be dating her if she where a little prettier, and i know it’s going that way anyway- but i’m just unsure about the judgement minnie,” 

“Can you show me a picture- oh tae” his sympathetic voice, and then taehyung's “oh shit for some reason i accidentally called her” where he listens, says your name a few times on the other side of the phone before he registers that there must be something wrong with the phone and hangs up himself.  

That night when Tae inevitably booty calls you, you’re very careful to make it the best night ever for him. bringing out all the stops, giving more than you get. But also to detach yourself from the situation, this- this isn’t about love or wanting, with every roll of your hips, with every inch that taehyung falls apart- it feels more about getting even. About proving something to him. 

When you’re done, you get up right after, you don’t linger in his arms even though they look so so inviting. You know the strength they hide and how safe you can feel in them but you don’t want it anymore. Taehyung’s so hazy and fucked out that he only really realizes you're not coming back to bed when he watches you stumble back into your high heels. “aren’t you gonna stay and cuddle?” 

 “Nope, see you around taehyung,” he pouts, a little upset, his arms feel vacant without you in them but yeah- he understands why you wouldn't want to say when he has to leave so early in the morning for practice. you’d barely be able to sleep before he had to wake you up and sneak you out. 

He lies awake in bed, thinking about how you only ever really call him tae and not by his full name, not since you’d met almost a year ago. and he suspects something might be wrong, but goes to sleep he has a full schedule tomorrow after all. maybe he can take you out for coffee tomorrow or something, or maybe dinner the next day. 

On the way home in your car, you have to pull over and stop because of how you're crying- because really- fuck kim taehyung for making you feel insecure, for making you feel like you where only worth sex. you’re 100% certain that you never want to see his face again. 

he knows something must be up when you start dodging his calls, when he gets left on read night after night, but Tae can’t stop trying, can’t stop double and triple texting.

 I need you so bad baby maybe he really was addicted 

Are you just going to leave it like this? at least tell me if we’re through so i know if i should be hopeful or crushed. 

and then the inevitable begging, won't you just talk to me? please tell me what i did wrong so i can make it better

but you dont respond, not for the first month, you’d intended that night to be the last, and you know that you’ll just fall back into him like all the other planets and girls in his orbit if you see him again. (You don’t know that taehyung was just seeing you, only hooking up with you through the entirety of your relationship- if you could even call it a relationship.) 

then you accidentally run into each other and he accuses you of ghosting him, kind of a little sad and a little petty. And you blow up about how he never treated you right and there are cameras and videos of you screaming at each other in lotte mart from a bystanders and it goes to the media and viral almost instantly. 

And suddenly your social media accounts are blowing up with people wondering who you are and criticizing your appearance, which is exactly what taehyung didn’t want to happen. 

Call him shallow about being honest about your looks but he knew what the media was like. how it could pick apart even the best looking and most genuine people out there and he didn’t want that to happen to you.

Taehyung goes on vlive to confront it, and manages to talk through it all without specifying anything, without addressing you. 

“Would you guys believe me if I told you that I’ve grown over the past year? in the last year, I've realized that love isn’t just about late nights or looks, but it’s about intimacy and another person's soul matching yours. I strongly believe in soulmates and I think i've met mine.  

“I think maybe in the past, i've acted in a bad way because of my predispositions and by what i was taught was important. looks- looks aren’t important in a relationship, and i know that now, what’s really important is who a person is, and how well their soul matches yours. i want to teach you guys this. Maybe you won’t make the same mistakes as I did, and you’ll fix how you think before it’s too late.” 

You watch the vlive- of course you do, you need to know what he’s saying to his fans, and you’re surprised as the broadcast ends. And suddenly, you're reconsidering it all, reconsidering taehyung, even as your phone next to you dings, with a text from taehyung. 

I know it’s too late for us, but i believe that if you love someone then you owe it to them to say it and tell them... so this is me telling you i love you okay? you understand that it’s him telling you that. you fiddle with your phone for a minute. After a second you send something back to him, and shoving your phone away from you on your bed hoping you don’t regret this. 

Where are you right now? we need to talk. 

#kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #taehyung #v #bts drabble #bts #bangtan sonyeodan #bangtan boys #bangtan #bts fanfic #taehyun x reader #bts angst #bts fwb au #bts fanfiction

[carni-val]

Silence - F.F.

pairing: Fangs Fogarty x Reader

summary: [requested] The cute girl in Fangs’s English class is unusually quiet. In the middle of a class presentation, Fangs soon learns why.

Fangs’s heart was hammering out of his chest, but he kept his eyes forward and tried to hold off on looking to his right. He focused as much of his attention on what Ms. Asher at the front of the room was writing on the blackboard; occasionally glancing towards a student clicking their pen, taking up space in the silence. Fangs didn’t know what he was thinking. Looking back, he realized he wasn’t thinking at all. He just saw the pretty girl, saw the empty seat beside her, and sat down in it.

Fangs wasn’t oblivious to the nervous shifting the Northsiders were doing in their seats at proposition of having a Southside gang member sit next to them for the rest of the semester. However, she was different. Her head didn’t snap up to the front of the room when he was escorted to class and introduced by Principal Weatherbee; not even when Principal Weatherbee pointed out that Fangs was one of the new Southside High kids that transferred over.

And now, here he was. Sitting next to her with no recollection of how he got here. She had no visible reaction to his decision, keeping her eyes down on her notebook, seemingly doodling. Up close, she was even prettier; the gentle curve of her lips intrigued Fangs the most. Realizing he was staring at her, he looked down towards his notebook, willing himself to stay focused on something other than the girl sitting next to him.

Fangs tried to listen to what Ms. Asher was saying, but her words quickly became meaningless. His eyes scanned the classroom, looking at one classmate who was shuffling around in her notebook, another classmate who was dozing off, and he soon met the glare of a classmate wearing a Riverdale letterman jacket. Fangs returned the glare without a second thought, quickly becoming bored when the Northsider finally looked away. Fangs’s eyes casted over to the girl next to him once again, just in the same time when she had turned her head in his direction.

Accidentally, their eyes met. It was just for a moment, but Fangs caught the colour of her eyes; although not in great detail. The two strangers were quickly breaking their gazes from one another and looking back to their notebooks. Fangs could hear his pulse in his ears as he glanced around the room to see if anyone had noticed what had happened. However, the students remained silent as Ms. Asher continued on with her lesson. It made Fangs feel like he was worlds away from the classroom, but also too close for comfort. With the thudding of Fangs’s pulse in his ears and the blood rushing to his face, he could’ve easily likened the minor, split-second event to an explosion.

“All right class, with your desk partner, I’d like you to discuss the theme of deception in Macbeth, using examples from the text!” she held up her copy of Macbeth, “I want you to come in with your answers ready to be presented for tomorrow’s class!” she finished before putting the book down as soon as the students broke off into their own pairs to discuss the question.

Glancing over hesitantly, Fangs noticed the girl sat up straighter in her seat, but no move to say the first word. Fangs looked to the clock, noticing that there was still about five minutes left in the period.

“So,” Fangs spoke, turning his body towards her. “We don’t have to work on this now if you don’t want to, but if we have to work on this outside of class, maybe we could meet somewhere to work on it after school?” he suggested.

The girl’s eyes remained on her notebook for a moment, clearly thinking about how to respond. Before Fangs could reply that he didn’t intend to make it sound like he was asking her out on a date, she replied, “Or I could give you my phone number.”

Fangs’s ears perked up before he was scrambling inside of his Serpent jacket for his phone. The pair switched phones, plugging in their phone numbers and their names.

“I’m Fangs by the way,” he introduced himself as he returned the girl’s phone to her. She smiled at him as she handed her phone back. Fangs glanced at the screen, seeing her name written in the contact line, “[Y/N],” he read, looking up at her. “It’s nice,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” she packed up her things as the bell rang. She stood up from her seat, slinging her bag over her shoulder, “Good to meet you,” she told him sincerely before heading towards the door.

“Good to meet you,” Fangs repeated silently to himself, wishing he had said it back sooner and finding it interesting that she didn’t say nice to meet you.

“Watch where you’re going Fogarty,” Toni’s voice grabbed Fangs’s attention as he bumped into her in the hallway at school.

“Sorry Ton,” he replied half-heartedly as he returned to his phone, the smile on his face growing at the funny text message [Y/N] sent him.

“What’s got you so happy?” Toni questioned as the two walked side-by-side now.

“Oh nothing,” Fangs replied, not even convincing himself. “Just texting a friend.”

“A girl friend?” Toni quirked a brow up at her friend.

Fangs smirked shyly, shoving his phone into his pocket again. “She’s just my partner in English class. We’re working on a project together.”

“Can I join in on this project?”

Fangs’s face contorted into confusion, “Huh?”

“Because by the look on your face when you’re texting her, it seems like a pretty goddamn fun project.”

Fangs rolled his eyes, nudging Toni’s shoulder as all confusion disintegrated and made way for the joyful expression on his face to return. “She’s just a cool girl,” he shrugged.

When Fangs got home from school that day, he had texted [Y/N], asking her if she wanted to work on this assignment over the phone, but she had decided that texting worked just fine. After dividing the work between the two of them, the conversation fell silent. Fangs debated for a long time before picking up the phone again and texting her some lighthearted comment about the assignment. He didn’t expect it, but her ability to go along with his joke made him laugh out loud.

Quickly the two deviated from the topic of the assignment and joked around. They had been joking around right up to this minute and Fangs would be lying if he said he didn’t spend some extra time in the bathroom this morning. He had been so excited to see her that he couldn’t bring himself to sleep at a reasonable hour.

Saying a quick goodbye to Toni, Fangs entered his English class, heading straight towards his seat, his eyes on [Y/N]. She looked even prettier than yesterday and Fangs couldn’t help but admire her for a moment. In his head, he tried to picture what she looked like while laughing; what her laugh sounded like. Did she throw her head back when she laughed? Did her eyes shut tightly together? Would she clutch her stomach when she laughed? He was dying to know if his imagination could live up to the true beauty that her full blown smile and laugh was.

“Hey,” Fangs greeted her as he sat down.

[Y/N] looked up from her phone and smiled at Fangs, “Hi, how are you?” she asked.

“Super excited for this presentation,” he faked enthusiasm, making [Y/N]’s smile falter slightly.

“I can read half of it if you don't want to read all of it,” she offered.

“No, no,” Fangs shook his head, pulling his notebook out of his bag. “I meant it when I said I didn’t mind reading it out,” he smiled at the girl.

[Y/N] smiled up at him again, thanking him before the final bell rang. In-between their jokes, the pair would occasionally talk about the assignment. [Y/N] had taken one of those moments to ask Fangs if he could present all of the information himself. Fangs had assumed that maybe she had anxiety speaking in front of people. He immediately agreed, knowing a few of his friends who felt the same way about public speaking.

“Okay everyone,” Ms. Asher began, quieting everyone down. “Who wants to present their ideas to the class first?”

Three pairs had gone up before [Y/N] and Fangs were called up to speak. Fangs wasn’t oblivious to the dirty looks he got, but the smiles hidden behind hands and the stifled giggling threw him off. He had ran a hand over his jaw, wondering if there was something on his face that was making everyone laugh. “Hey is there something on my face?” Fangs whispered to [Y/N] as soon as they got to the front.

[Y/N] glanced up at him, giving him a brief look before shaking her head and letting her eyes fall to her feet. Fangs watched her for a moment before turning towards the class. He gripped their papers in his hand and turned towards his classmates. Fangs began to speak, reading off of the paper he had in his hands.

“I’d like to hear from [Y/N],” Ms. Asher cut Fangs off from the back of the room.

Fangs looked to [Y/N], noticing her newfound rigidity in her demeanour. “I don’t mind finishing it off,” he told Ms. Asher, trying to convince her to let him do this.

“Mr. Fogarty, this is a group effort. You reading all of it tells me that it was just you who worked on this assignment.”

Fangs’s eyes widened, “No, it was a group effort.”

“Not at the present I’m afraid,” Ms. Asher replied, folding her hands on one of the desks. “I can give you full marks Mr. Fogarty, but I can’t say the same for [Y/N].”

Fangs looked to [Y/N] just in time to catch her eye roll. She reached over, grabbing the papers from Fangs’s hands and began to read over them silently. Fangs watched the shake in her hands as the paper she was holding quivered along with her. Fangs felt helpless, knowing there was nothing he could do to help [Y/N] out. He didn’t want her to think that he didn’t care that this was happening to her, but he couldn’t think of a way to help her. 

“The quote in Macbeth that…my partner read…can show-“

“Ms. [Y/L/N],” Ms. Asher leaned forward in her seat, cutting [Y/N] off. “Do you have anything written down or not?” [Y/N] flipped the paper around, showing that almost the entire page was filled with bullet point notes. “Then please read what you have written, we have more groups that we have to get through.”

[Y/N] let out another sigh, returning to look at the paper. “The quote that…” another sigh, telling Fangs that [Y/N] really didn’t want to do this, escaped the girl’s mouth. “…Shakesthpeare wrote-“

[Y/N] stopped short at the sound of a few giggles in the back of the classroom. Fangs’s eyes darted to the group of girls laughing and whispering with one another while casting glances in [Y/N]’s direction. His eyes darkened with anger, watching the way the majority of the class shifted in their seats trying to control their laughter every time [Y/N]’s speech impediment made itself known.

“All right class, that’s enough!” Ms. Asher’s stern tone warned over the snickers and whispers. She casted an apologetic look towards [Y/N], obviously not knowing why she had been so hesitant to speak prior to this. But that look meant meant nothing to [Y/N]. A breeze of her perfume invaded Fangs’s nose as she hurried past him and out the door of the classroom. At her disappearance, the Northsider in the letterman jacket laughed out loud first, others quickly following him.

Ms. Asher was yelling over the noise, trying to get everyone to stop and even though everything in Fangs’s being was begging him to go over to that Northsider and kick his ass, he knew he couldn’t do that. Not here at least. He turned towards the door, exiting it as he went searching for [Y/N]. He glanced down each corridor and into each room to try and find her. Eventually, he did.

Through the glass windows, Fangs could see [Y/N]’s frame hunched over as she sat on one of the steps outside of Riverdale High. The way her shoulders shook tugged something raw in Fangs’s heart. It all made sense now; the way she took her time before she’d reply to him whenever they spoke in person, her sheer anxiety when she was asked to speak; the reason she had even asked him to present everything too.

Fangs made his way through the doors, standing a few feet behind [Y/N]. He didn’t know what to say to her; he couldn’t ask if she was okay, because she clearly wasn’t. He sat on the same step as her, keeping some distance between them so he wouldn’t intimidate her.

“You know, when I was younger I couldn’t say my Rs properly,” Fangs confessed, playing with the rings on his hands. “I mean it took me a long time until my Rs didn’t sound like Ws anymore; it was kind of embarrassing actually,” he laughed at himself. “I sounded like a baby all the way up until the third grade.” Fangs’s eyes widened as he turned to [Y/N]. “I didn’t mean that you sound like a kid, or that your speech impediment is embarrassing!” he explained quickly. “I just wanted you to know that I get what it’s like,” he added, calmer this time.

[Y/N] remained silent. A slight nod was the only indication she gave to let Fangs know she heard him.

“I don’t care about your speech impediment,” he spoke to her gently, watching her for any signs of recoil. [Y/N] turned her head away from Fangs, making his heart fall into his stomach. “I really don’t,” he assured her. “I promise,” he stood up. “And if you don’t believe me, I’ll go back in there and kick every Northsider’s ass until you do.”

As Fangs made his way up the steps towards the door, [Y/N] called out, “Wait.” Fangs stopped, looking towards the girl who was now looking up at him with glassy eyes and a wet face. “You don’t have to do that.”

Fangs’s heart softened at the sight of her red, puffy eyes. He sat on the steps next to [Y/N] again. “I’m sorry that this happened to you.”

[Y/N] shrugged, her eyes falling to her hands that were resting in her lap. “I get if you don’t want to talk to me anymore.”

The comment took Fangs by surprise, “I thought me coming out here made it clear that I want to keep being your friend,” he explained. “I really like talking to you,” he admitted shyly.

A small smile tugged at the corner of [Y/N]’s lips, “I really like talking to you too.” Timidly, she glanced over at Fangs.

Fangs tugged down the sleeve of his flannel through the sleeve of his jacket and reached over, wiping her face dry of the tears. He wasn’t oblivious to the way she subtly leaned into his touch. He responded in the most subtle way he could, using his thumb to caress her now dry cheek occasionally. “Stop me if I’m coming on too strong but…” he let his hand rest against her cheek, admiring the look in her eyes as she looked at him. “…I think you’re really pretty.” [Y/N]’s eyes fell from Fangs’s as a smile pulled at her lips. “And I want to get to know you better.”

“I’d really like that,” [Y/N] confirmed, looking up at him once again. “Maybe we can go to Pop’sth after sthchool,” she spoke quieter than before, the insecurity of her speech impediment getting the better of her.

Fangs’s heart spread with a warmth that made him smile even wider, finding her even cuter than before. “That sounds perfect.”

#fangs fogarty imagine #fangs fogarty #fangs fogarty x reader #riverdale #riverdale imagine #silence

[kristallioness]

August Recap

Hey, dear followers! Let me start by saying that.. phew, there are a lot of you now! Even more than a thousand. Which means that I need to do a new follow forever since the last one I made back in.. April 2017? Wow, took some time to gather that final quarter missing from a 1,000.

I'm happy to say that this is a legit number, because I recently cleaned up my list of followers by blocking all the obvious porn, bot and/or bot-porn blogs.

However, I'm gonna postpone making this new follow forever until I have a new banner for it. Namely, I still have 4 super-belated Kataang Week submissions to finish (2 drawings, 2 fics) and I intend to use one of these images as the banner.

I feel bad enough for not finishing these on time, or getting anything related to my blog done in time recently, for that matter. Life has been hectic since March, when I began applying for all available internship/job positions that could possibly suit me (and the same cycle started again now).

As some of you may remember, I eventually managed to get a 2-month paid internship for the summer. Well, I finished it in the middle of August and I have nothing but positive words to say about the company, their employees, the working environment.. everything!

I really would've wanted to continue working there full-time, but they didn't have an opening for the position my internship was built on. Nevertheless, I'll keep my eye out for similar available positions in the future and try again when (or if) the time comes.

But I shall always remember the time together with them fondly. The feeling of success (since I finished my work on time), gratitude and happiness outweigh the feeling of sadness about having to leave. I sketched this into my notebook the day I left and showed it to my team, including my mentor (they were all rather fond of it):

A couple of days earlier, as I was waiting for the tram to go to work in the morning, I saw a little girl walk to the stop opposite to mine together with her mother. She was carrying a pretty plush Princess Celestia from "My Little Pony". These bigger-sized ponies had been on sale for a long time in many shops, so I decided that I'm gonna go buy one for myself, too.

So, the day my internship ended, I brought all the gifts and my diploma home, went back outside and headed to the toy stores nearby. I didn't buy any of these ponies since the bigger ones seem to be sold out. But I accidentally stumbled across an even prettier toy:

It was Trinket from "Nella the Princess Knight", only 1 remaining and she was more than HALF OFF! I felt like the luckiest girl in the world! I'd checked out the smaller ones a while ago, but those Trinkets didn't seem as pretty as this big one. And she was coming home with me!

I barely got to cuddle her in bed for one night when I suddenly came down with a sore throat the next day. My mentor had also fallen ill a few days prior to the end of my internship, so it was no mystery where I caught it from.. I'm practically healed now, just gotta get rid of this stuffy nose that keeps bothering me twice a day.

Anyways, after my sore throat had almost gone away and my runny nose began to act up, I still went to celebrate the Restoration of Estonia's Independence on the 20th August together with my dad by going to a family event at our television tower in Tallinn.

The television tower is the place that normal citizens came to protect from the Soviet tanks the day after we'd declared ourselves independent from the Soviet Union in 1991. The Estonians were lucky, because the Russians didn't open fire against us and eventually withdrew their troops. Unfortunately, the Latvians and Lithuanians suffered from human losses that day, trying to protect their own important landmarks.

For the first time, I actually had a strong feeling of pride, joy and festivity. We haven't really celebrated this day in any special way so far (except for maybe buying a small cake or watching the reception at the President's residence at Kadriorg on TV), but going to this event made it feel more special this year.

The police, fire department, ambulance, Defensive Forces (Kaitseliit), Women's Defence League (Naiskodukaitse), our NATO allies and other important organizations demonstrated their equipment and skills.

(Btw you Americans can curse YOUR police as much as you want, but the police here in Estonia, and most likely in the rest of Europe, are NOTHING like it compared to yours. They are respected, do excellent work in protecting our citizens and catching criminals, do not follow racist beliefs, use a gun ONLY as a last resort. Of course, we have very, VERY strict gun laws here, too, so they RARELY need to use their arms anyway.. Frankly, I wish there were more of them on patrol, due to so many drunk drivers getting caught each day in my country. So if you EVER dare say something disgusting about OUR police, I will come at you.)

The President of Estonia, Kersti Kaljulaid, together with the President of Lithuania, Gitanas Nausėda, gave short speeches and had a nice walk around the area as well. It was hilarious since, moments before the two Presidents arrived, a small cloud appeared above us and it began pouring so hard that most people fled to the nearby tents. The benches in front of the stage became empty and one group of people huddled together in front of it (the top edge provided them with some cover from the heavy rain).

Once Kersti Kaljulaid finished with her speech, she gazed upon the small crowd in front of the stage and noticed a couple of kids. I think they must've wanted to say something sweet to her, or she wanted to "rescue" them from the rain.. Either way, she grabbed them by their hands and helped them climb up on the stage, after which those two kids hugged her. I swear, I melted into a puddle right then and there! It was soooo adorable! I love our President SO MUCH (and this isn't the only reason why)! I even managed to take a photo of the moment:

Later in the evening, one of our most famous, handsome sexiest and loved male singers, Uku Suviste, gave a free concert to everyone who'd decided to stay until the end. I even got to take a photo together with him! (@thecaroliner can see it on Facebook.)

Before I temporarily moved back home from my rented apartment, me and my dad went on a ride in the new Skywheel of Tallinn at T1 Mall of Tallinn. It's a brand new ferris wheel, which was opened in April this year, and it's a part of the capital's silhouette now.

I'd been wanting to go ride it since the beginning of June, as soon as I'd moved to the capital. But since my internship absorbed most of my spare time and I was beat during the weekends, I thought it'd be a lovely reward for myself (for finishing my internship) in the end.

I definitely wanna go ride it again at nighttime this coming winter, when the snow has covered the streets and the streetlights and Christmas decorations light up the entire capital. I can imagine what a beautiful sight this will be! And I wanna take photos of it.

I had the biggest surprise after I'd got off the ride. There's a small shop on the floor where you can enter the ferris wheel, and I happened to see a plush toy of Rubble from "Paw Patrol". Yay! Now I have all 4 available pups (I do wish they'd make ones for Rocky, Zuma, Everest aaaand.. *searches the name*.. Tracker, too!):

*wipes forehead* Oh boy, writing all of this down took some time.. But it was fun to go through all these awesome things I did this month. And to write down what I need to do during these upcoming months (which includes making a longer post about the Dance and Song Festival I went to at the beginning of July, cause this was kind of important). I hope you've all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed putting it all together!

#personal #shards of Kristal

[mikauzoran]

Adrienette Drabble: Sofa

This was Adrien’s punishment for being a bad boyfriend. He’d cancelled on Elise when Marinette had invited him over to watch movies and play board games, and now he was curled up on the couch with his arm around her, Marinette snuggled up to his side, watching a film with entirely too much sex in it.

It was torture, sitting there with his arm around the object of his desire and yet being unable to claim her. It was almost intolerable watching the characters on screen partake in carnal delights of which Adrien knew nothing.

All Adrien had were his fantasies and the memory of that night a month and a half before when he had fallen in love on her balcony and gotten a taste of the ways she could drive him insane.

Marinette shifted beside him, and it was all Adrien could do not to whimper.

Curse raging teenage hormones and his ridiculous level of tactile sensitivity.

“You know, Alya told me I should watch this with you,” Marinette hummed thoughtfully. “I’m beginning to think that she’s trolling us because, while there are hints of a detective story going on in the background, this is mostly just gratuitous sex.”

“Oh. That was nice of her,” Adrien snorted, wondering if Alya had picked up on his super obvious crush on Marinette.

“Yeah.” Marinette drummed her fingers against her thigh in a highly distracting manner. “I’ve decided that she was just having fun at our expense and not that she was trying to inspire us to cheat on your girlfriend.”

Adrien made a little strangled noise and wondered what his best course of action would be. First off, was cheating on Adrien’s girlfriend even seriously an option? He was all for cheating on his girlfriend with Marinette. Marinette sounded like she disapproved of that idea, though, and Adrien didn’t want anything that happened between them to be tainted by guilt or regret. He considered volunteering to break up with his girlfriend if Marinette was interested in reenacting any of the scenes from the movie.

It was then that Adrien realized he was a bad human being on top of being a bad boyfriend. He had lied to Elise about needing to cancel their plans for work so that he could spend time with Marinette instead. He lied to Elise daily just by pretending to be in a relationship with her when he wasn’t actually interested. He was considering disregarding her feelings entirely and dropping her flat without warning or explanation.

If Marinette ever found out about this…she’d be so upset and disappointed.

Adrien was kind of disappointed at how low he’d sunk himself.

What had happened? What the actual heck had happened? He hadn’t always been like this…had he? No. It was just the past three months that things had been insane. He wasn’t really like this. He didn’t do things like this that he was ashamed to admit to his friends. This wasn’t who he was. This wasn’t the person he wanted to be. He could do better. He would do better.

First things first, he really needed to break up with Elise. Decently. With an explanation and an apology.

Marinette rested her head on his shoulder, yanking him out of his thoughts.

Apparently, they were still watching the movie. He wasn’t sure if his self-restraint could take another forty minutes of this.

“Is Elise a good kisser?”

Adrien nearly choked on his own tongue. “Where the hell did that come from?”

Marinette shrugged. “Dunno. Is she?”

Adrien gulped. “I…I don’t know.”

Marinette snorted. “How can you not know? You’ve had plenty of other girls to compare her with.”

Adrien flinched. “Please don’t remind me. For the hundredth time, it was your idea for me to be a slut, as I’ve heard Alya describe me.”

“Falsehood,” she decreed, reminding, “Personal responsibility for your own actions, Agreste.”

“S-Sorry,” Adrien grumbled softly in humiliation. Yeah, that was something he was going to have to work on too. “Damn it.”

“…Do you like kissing Elise?” Marinette tried a different approach.

Adrien groaned, letting his head drop to rest against hers. “I don’t know, Marinette. I haven’t kissed her.”

Marinette peeled herself away from him, turning to sit facing him on the couch.

He could feel her eyes studying him, analyzing what she saw. With a sigh, he turned to look her in the eye. “What?”

“Why haven’t you kissed her? You didn’t have a problem letting all those other girls shove their tongues down your throat….” Marinette winced as a realization dawned upon her, and when she met his gaze again, there was apprehension in her eyes. “Is she really that special?”

“No,” Adrien sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No. I haven’t kissed her because I haven’t wanted to. I’m not…I’m not interested in her.”

“That didn’t stop you before with those other girls,” Marinette argued.

“Can we forget that that happened?” Adrien begging in exasperation.

“No, I can’t,” she reported honestly.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Okay. Yeah, not having feelings for someone didn’t stop me from making out with those other girls, but that was before—” I realized that I wanted you.

He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at her. “Listen. I haven’t kissed anyone in over a month. Do you remember that one night on your balcony?”

Marinette frowned, searching for “Adrien” plus “balcony” in a shoebox full of memories of her balcony and Chat Noir.

Adrien could feel his face going pink, but he refused to look away. “The one where I was a ten-car pileup and we accidentally crossed a line.”

“Oh,” she squeaked, her own cheeks flushing. She coughed softly. “What…What about it?”

“That night was the last time I kissed someone. That was the night I made an important discovery that made me decide I didn’t want to treat my affections as if they were cheap anymore…so I haven’t kissed Elise,” he confessed.

She nodded. “Then…why are you dating her? Why have you been dating her for a month and a half?”

“Because you and Nino both said I needed to date other people and get my stuff together before I could be ready to start a serious relationship with someone new.” He shrugged, feeling shame singe his cheeks. “Because she’s a really great woman, and she’s good for me.”

Marinette continued to nod, looking troubled.

“I need to break up with her, though,” he sighed. “I can’t keep doing this to her. She’s serious about me, but I…”

He winced and made himself look Marinette in the eye again. “Don’t hate me, but I’m supposed to be on a date with her right now. We were supposed to go to the Musée d’Orsay, but, this morning, when you asked if I wanted to hang out, I told her I had to cancel because of work.”

Marinette’s eyes widened, her lips rounding into a surprised “o”. “W-Why would you do that?”

“Because I would rather be here with you watching thinly-veiled porn instead of spending time with my girlfriend,” he laughed sharply before adding in a whisper, “I feel like that’s indicative of something. I feel like that means I really need to end this relationship.”

He stood up. “I’m sorry. I should probably go do that.”

“What are you going to tell her?” Marinette wondered.

He looked back at her and smiled in terror. “The truth…but I’ll try to make it sound nicer and prettier than it really is.”

Marinette bit the inside of her cheek. “Okay. Go do that, but then come back. I’ll start on some passionfruit macarons, and we can eat them later while we play board games. Sound good?” She put on a brave smile for him.

“You’re an angel,” he sighed, leaning in to press a quick smooch to her cheek. He got a little closer to the side of her mouth than he had intended. Blushing, he pulled back and grinned, trying to cover up how much he meant it when he said, “I love you, Princess. You’re the best.”

He didn’t wait to see her reaction, whipping around and bolting for the door as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

In his wake, he left a very flustered Marinette.

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