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fatuismooches · 6 months

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greetings, miss smooches ~

hello hi dearest!! i hope all has been well for you today <3 if not, i hope this lengthy and i mean lengthy ask can manage to bring at least a smile to your face.

on the ninth of june this year, i discovered your blog again through your very first installment of your kabukimono series. i never had the courage to send an ask until recently, and my dumbass realized i never followed your blog.

it's a little surreal to believe that it's been so long, i remember being a wee seventeen year old back in 2022 gushing over every kuni piece you published, then i read your masterlist on my birthday, and was swoon since then. it's a shame that i never had the courage to reblog your works at least, but i suppose it's better late than never ~

i saw your post today morning regarding your kabukimono series and i would like to present mindful:

first of all, your last two chapters i did read and HAH! I WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT WANDERER'S BEING BITTERSWEET — cough. excuse me.

but absolutely yes omg. a lesson in forgiveness had my heart reeling because the sweetness of kuni still remembering both little and big things about his dearest beloved almost made me shed a tear which is natural because they were lovers but fuck me sideways that combined with the bitter reality that reader isn't able to remember neither do they remember the past the two shared. i can just about imagine him, after the encounter he had with reader in the cafe, he wonders if he'll be able to make things right, wonders of he deserves a second chance to love you like he used to and... ugh. i hate him. i hope he gets microwaved. ( lies aya loves him way too much )

the bonus lesson, a lesson in the heart — shut up because getting MARRIED to kabukimono is literally fucking everything. that lesson had me giggling and kicking my feet and smiling from ear to ear like come on?? kabuki is literally the husband of all time and i just wanna lay down in the puddle of tears i metaphorically shed reading that lesson :( the way he was just kissing reader so lovingly and talking about how grateful he is for you, how much his life has changed thanks to your wonderful presence like .. fuck. i need a moment

there is so much more that i could honestly say about the last two installments to your series, your series as a whole is something i will never shut up about. such a hauntingly beautiful piece of work and i adore everything it tackled; from the delightful to the depressing and everything in-between if you hyper analyze it like i do — it's surreal to see it come to an end, but it makes me all the more proud to be one of the people who discovered it early, stuck around to read it because it was that enthralling to me.

you rarely ever find a kabukimono fic or any kuni fic in general that's set in a more fluffy and domestic atmosphere ( until shit goes down hill ) and i think that's what adds to the haunting nature of it, something so beautiful and simple can at times be taken away too soon by the hands of fate.

i am so happy for you, smooches. so happy and so proud to see you come this far, and i cannot wait for not only future installments for the other harbingers, but just in general a lot more to come from you <3

if you do start on that dot series, make sure to take your time and write it at your own pace! you are a busy individual, and i hope you get the much needed break you deserve now that the kabuki series has come to a close.

take care lovely, remember to stay hydrated and treat yourself to whatever you crave! be safe, and i will see you when i see you <3

— signed, ayame.

AHHH HI AYAME!! <3 This ask is SO SO SO SWEET ahhh thank you so much it really did put a smile on my face!! Damn i can't believe you've been around for so long 😭😭 I'm really glad you were able to make your way back to me. It's super sweet to hear how much you like my Scara works ❤️ BUT YEAHHH YOU WERE RIGHT I just felt like it being bittersweet for Wanderer would be the perfect ending. Yup the sad things happened and there's nothing he can do about the past, but the future is always waiting for him. Especially when you're there with him now. AND OMG THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THE STUFF KUNI REMEMBERS WITH YOU 😭 I was literally going back to the previous lessons to try and find the best memories to incorporate with Wanderer. And yeahhh he definitely wonders if he's worthy of another chance with you :( He already blew the first one and turned into this kind of person so does he really deserve you? I imagine he's a bit stiff and perhaps even a bit quiet around you which is really strange? I mean he's silent around a lot of people except he always has a few scoffs and mean things to say but around you, he doesn't do much of that. It takes a lot of nudging from Nahida to get him back to normal.

I'm glad you feel the same way about marrying Kabukimono 😭 It's literally the SWEETEST thing ever omg he'd be over the moon every single day even though the wedding is months away. He's like. beyond excited to marry you. I just know he tries to be the perfect fiance for you in every way possible. He has a little notebook with tips from the villagers and Niwa. *gives you a tissue and a hug*

AHHH EJDEDENDJW shit you're hyping me up too much Ayame 😭❤️❤️🥺 I don't know what else to say beside thank youuuu I'm beyond overjoyed that this series means that much to you 😭😭 It does make me really sad to see it end because i truly enjoyed writing it but. I'm satisfied and I'm glad i gave reader and Wanderer a happy ending :))

AND YEAHHH i think fluff for Kabukimono is in limited quantity so I'm glad i could add to it!! i think adding fluff before angst is a really good way to build up the sadness. Because you see how lovely and simple life was before things changed and it just hits harder since you now know things will never be the same again... </3 once you know how good things used to be, it's hard to accept the opposite.

Once again thank you so so much Ayame <33 I hope you continue to enjoy my future works. Whenever i write Scara I'm going to be thinking of you now. Please make sure to take care of yourself as well okay? ❤️💗💗💗🫶

#smooches talks #moots: ayame <3 #cried tbh #UR SO NICE. this was so nice and fun.#biggest scara fan tbh (once again ur theme ate)

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the-travelling-witch · 2 years

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My dear Malishka,

are you missing me, yet? I'm sure you do! Don't miss me too much though, otherwise you'll get too distracted again and can't focus on your work. But in all honesty I most likely miss you even more than you miss me, I can't wait to.

Today was the funeral of a colleague of mine, the others were there as well and of course there were arguments again, I know it's probably hard to believe but I think I'm actually the reasonable one out of the whole group.

Now, before you get worried about me again, I'm fine, the others are too (unfortunately in some cases). I know you'd probably tell me to be careful and I assure you I always am, I want to come home to pester you a bit more after all. Once this whole ordeal is through, I promise to travel the world with you, or we could build a little house by the shore and settle down there. Ah, I'm drifting off again

This is not the reason I write to you today though. You didn't think I'd forget about your special day today, did you?

Happy Birthday, Malishka! I hope you had a wonderful day and spent it with some of your friends. I wish I could've been there as well, alas work is yet again getting in the way. I'll make it up to you once I'm back home. Dinner is on me, of course!

With love,

Ajax

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HOLLY!!! Now it's my turn haha! Happy Birthday, love! Hope you had a great one and I'm sure your extra excited about all the Harbinger news that dropped today.

Stay as cool as you are and take care!

Much love <3

My dearest Ajax,

you say one thing and do the other; you want me to focus on my work but then distract me with your sweet words. Now what am I supposed to do, hmm?

The funeral of a colleague… so the rumours from Inazuma are true then, I suppose. How… interesting, to say the least.

I know you said not to worry but how can I not? Your strength eases my mind a little but you never know what could happen, there are forces in the world we cannot hope to understand. Anyway, make sure you come back home safely; who else would relentlessly pester me to death if not for you?

Travelling the world or a house by the shore? Is that my birthday present, perhaps? What if I’m greedy and say I want both, what would you do then, my dear?

I used today as an excuse to treat myself and visit a new café in town; it was very lovely but I’m certain it would’ve been even more pleasant with you by my side. So, while I’m waiting for you to come back home, I’ll use the time to think of ways you could make it up to me besides dinner; you can look forward to that~

Stay safe and return to me soon, yes?

Forever yours,

Holly ♡

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ahhhh!! dust!!! i let out a lot of incoherent squealing when i saw this in my inbox!!! your letters are the best, they give me the most motivation to write one myself, thank you so much for this ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭

all i’ll say about the harbinger news is this:

pantalone >>> baizhu

childe, i’m begging, please—

wow hoyo, couldn’t you have waited with the columbina reveal ㅠㅠ

but yes, it’s been a great day <3

thank you so much again for both the lovely letter and the kind well wishes, you’ve made my birthday a lot sweeter, my dear >///<

lots of kisses for you!! ♡

#coffee & tea break #my regulars ♡#letter from: the gorgeous dust ❀#also a letter from my beloved childe <3 #i am over the moon #this made me smile so much #i feel so loved right now <3 #you’re the cutest honey ♡#hollyday

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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Cont. of my essay for youu (2/2)

Up next is the typhoon season headcannons of our dearest boys and this brought me so much comfort! I wasnt near the areas where the typhoon hit really hard but typhoons bring both good and bad memories for me since I used to live in a place where our house would get flooded during typhoons so seeing how the boys would help brought me such a big smile bc suddenly i feel like i could take on a typhoon if they were by my side you know? Thank you so much for writing this one <33

Im going to kind of speedrun the last few because this might be getting way too long, the trapped together headcannons had me giggling and grinning like a fangirl like flustresd KAEYA?? Sweet THOMA with an AYATO appearance?? Blushy awkward GOROU??? AAAAAA my heartbeat went up a lot while reading in the best way possible. The competition drabble has become one of my favorites because i hc that ayato and childe in my account have a rivalry since I had to let ayato borrow childe’s artifacts while I was farming for him but its true that childe will always have a special place in my heart since he came home so quickly (at like 77 pity and won 50/50), i love my hydro boys so muuch so this drabble really hit home. Then we have the true love’s kiss drabbles and i love the boys being caring and double guessing themselves if they really should do this and all of their reactions are just such a treat to see, I want to give them all a nice hug and a smol kith for being such sweeties

I think thats about everything I’ve read so far, I hope this as able to express my gratitude for writing such great works and that its really brought me a lot of comfort whenever life got too hectic for me! I feel like i should note that I haven’t started the modern au hcs i think? But i hopefully will soon but i cant guarantee me commenting since things are about to get hectic again bc of a terror teacher i have. Alsooo! I saw that it was your birthday a while back so very very belated happy birthday! I hope you were able to enjoy your day and the days after bc you deserve it since thats what you do for me! Thats about all I have to say, until we meet again dearest hira! Stay safe and take care always! Lots of love <33

~coffee anon

coffee anon I miss you~

letting this go from my ask box, it really does brighten up my day whenever I come back to this. I hope your terror teacher hasn't been too difficult and that you're still doing well, do take breaks and stay safe!! ☕️🤎

#hira coffee

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pepperwebsblog · 16 days

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Here's the plain English version of the love letters from my fic (Love Letters)

This time it was the kids' forged reply:

Bad’s Forged Reply Plain Text 1:

Dearest, Im so happy my letters got to you safely. Mr Mustard is a trusted friend and I knew he could be relied upon to deliver my messages. But to get your reply back? Skeppy! I am so so happy! You know you mean the world to me and it really made my day to hear back from you, I miss you so much! Firstly, I should apologise, you are right, I shouldn’t have gone so long without contacting you, I was unsure if letters could leave the Island seeing as people are forbidden. Secondly, my handwriting is perfectly fine thank you very much, and as for my writing. I have always written like this, maybe you have just been too dense to understand or so unbothered to read. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen you read a book, even the one I bought you for your birthday that time. I’m sorry If your intellect is too poor to understand. I really think that is a skill issue on your end not mine. I’ll admit I was nervous to tell you about Dapper and Pomme but to receive your kind and accepting response, this fills my heart. They are brilliant my dear and I know they’ll be so excited to meet you, I’ve told them lots about you. As for the rest, I know you are worried about my health my love, but there really is nothing to worry about. I am doing fine. I am busy pranking the Islanders. Pomme even encouraged me to don another outfit, this one resembling Elsa. I think I surprised everyone with my ability to walk in heels. But I think they forget that I lived through the middle ages, the peak of shoe fashion. Don’t swear at me Skeppy, I will just language you and ignore it. Like I said I am fine. Totally fine. And Ron isn’t in my basement anymore. He’s living a fantastic life on a farm which is completely secure so no one can enter or leave. He’s living in luxury let me tell you. He’s fleeced me for all I am worth. Now to business, my dear, if you choose to come to Quesadilla Island I would be overjoyed. It is dangerous but I believe we’d be better together than apart in this heinous place. I will see about sourcing you a ticket to travel here. In the meantime, gather your things, I doubt you will be able to keep much upon your arrival but no harm in packing for a long trip. I can’t believe we are in correspondence; it makes me so excited. I hope we can see each other soon! With all my love, Bad

The forged reply Flowery:

My Dearest, Joy overwhelms my heart upon learning that my missives have reached you unscathed. Mr. Mustard, proves a stalwart confidant, reliable in the delivery of my communiqués. Your response, has rendered me elated beyond measure! Your significance in my world remains unparalleled, and your absence weighs heavily upon my spirit, therefore the receipt of your reply has been a highlight in recent times. Regrettably, I extend my sincerest apologies for the protracted silence of the past months. My only excuse being I harboured uncertainties as to whether letters could traverse the expanse between our realms, given the limits imposed upon the movement of individuals. On the matter of my handwriting, permit me to assert that my penmanship remains impeccable, and the peculiarities of my writing have long been an established trait. It is conceivable, my dear, the intricacies elude your comprehension, or perchance, you have never taken notice. I have yet to witness you perusing the tome I presented unto you on the occasion of your natal day. Should comprehension elude you, I must attribute it to an infirmity of intellect on your part, rather than a deficiency on mine. I will admit, disclosing the existence of my children Dapper and Pomme filled me with trepidation. Your response, marked by kindness and acceptance, engendered profound gratitude. Eagerly, they anticipate the pleasure of making your acquaintance, and I have shared with them numerous anecdotes concerning your esteemed person. Regarding the aspects of my present state, I am aware of your genuine concern for my well-being, my beloved. However, I must assure you there is no cause for apprehension. I find myself in robust health. My current occupation involves a rather diverting pursuit: orchestrating mirthful pranks upon the island denizens. Encouraged by Pomme, I recently assumed an attire reminiscent of Elsa astonishing my neighbours with my adeptness in navigating high-heeled footwear. Yet, I posit they may overlook the fact that I traversed the epochs, having lived through the Middle Ages—a period renowned as the pinnacle of shoemaking artistry. Pray, refrain from employing profanity in our discourse, dear Skeppy, lest I dismiss it with dignified indifference. I am, as I have declared, in a state of perfect health. As for Ron, he no longer dwells within the confines of my basement; instead, he resides in pastoral opulence upon a farmstead, ensconced within impregnable security measures. I must confess, his existence now luxuriates in affluence, having effortlessly relieved me of all my material possessions. Now, onto more practical matters, my love. Should you decide to venture to Quesadilla Island, my joy would be unmatched. The perils inherent in such a journey are undeniable, yet I am convinced that together, we shall weather the storms on this Island more successfully than apart. I shall undertake the procurement of a ticket for your journey hither. In the interim, commence thorough preparations, although the retention of possessions upon your arrival may prove futile. It fills me with incredulous delight that our letter exchange exists. Eagerly, I anticipate the prospect of our imminent reunion. With the entirety of my affection, Bad

#my fics #love letters fic

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bookyeom · 3 years

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pairing: jin x reader / word count: 2.6k / genre: idiots to lovers, friends (kinda?) to lovers

summary: It was her birthday, and she really only wanted one thing.

tags: pure unadulterated fluff, maknae line shenanigans

warnings: none, just... alcohol maybe?

Happiest of early birthdays, dearest @taejinnies. It’s short and it’s sweet and I hope you like it. I love you! (This is completely unedited and I’m sorry for that, I wanted to get it out for bb’s birthday before I head out on vacation!! I know your birthday isn’t until tomorrow - it’s already the 4th here - but I hope it’s okay that it’s early!!!)

*****

“Hobi.”

She drew out the last syllable of her roommate’s name, the wine making her a little bit more tipsy than she probably should have been at this hour. Who cared? It was her birthday, and all of the people she loved the most were in the apartment she shared with her best friend, and she was happy… and so she’d had an extra glass. Sue her.

Hoseok let out a chuckle. “I guess you like the wine Tae got for you? He pretended he was at a small winery in the French countryside the entire time we were in the store picking it out.”

“I’m sad I missed that,” came her solemn reply. “I’ll have to thank him for going all the way to Bordeaux for me. It’s great, though. Have you tried some of it?”

Hoseok shook his head, holding up his cup. “I’ve got my trusty rum and coke, I’m satisfied.”

She hummed in response, her eyes wandering over her friend’s shoulder to look around the room. She heard her name, and turned back to find Hoseok staring at her, eyebrows raised teasingly.

“Don’t worry, I asked Jin to come. Just for you.”

“Huh?” She tried to play innocent, but Hoseok simply took a sip of his drink, staring back at her. “Where is he then?” She finally caved with a pout.

Her friend rolled his eyes fondly as he grabbed her by the shoulders. He gave her a little shake as he replied, “You’re so whipped, and you’ve only met him like four times.”

“We’ve met five times,” she muttered, looking away, and Hobi let out a snort. She paused, contemplating. “How drunk do you think I need to be before I ask him to make out?”

Her friend opened his mouth to respond, but the voice that spoke came from behind her.

“Why don’t you ask him now?”

She turned around in a flash, her eyes landing on the man before her, his eyes crinkled at the sides as he smiled. Even without alcohol, she was usually confident, but ever since she’d met Jin months prior, she’d felt a bit like a fraud. She could easily talk to her friends about him, about how hot he was, about how nice he was, about how much she wanted to shove her tongue down his throat… but as soon as he walked into a room, she forgot how to function.

Her gaze finally broke from his, eyes wandering up to his hair, parted on one side and falling softly across his forehead on the other. Her gaze traveled down to find him wearing a yellow and white collared casual dress shirt, and it briefly crossed her mind that the only other person who could pull off a shirt like that was Hoseok. On Jin, it looked amazing. It was a shirt she couldn’t ever recall seeing him wear in the few months she’d known him, and a thought suddenly crossed her mind. The last time she’d seen him, he’d asked, and she’d told him that yellow was her favourite colour. It was just a coincidence, right? There was no way he’d worn a yellow shirt on purpose because she’d said she liked that colour… Right?

But then his hand was lifting towards her, extending a yellow gift bag in her direction. “Happy Birthday,” he said softly.

His free hand lifted to scratch the back of his neck, and she felt rooted in place. She wasn’t sober, but she also wasn’t drunk enough not to realize the implications. Either he’d remembered, or he just also happened to really love the colour yellow. It was too much for her hazy brain to comprehend.

It wasn’t a secret that she had the hots for Jin, and all of their friends told her they could tell he felt the same. When she flirted with him, he would blatantly flirt back, and she knew that there was definitely something there. Still, a voice in the back of her mind was consistently filling her with doubt. It had been three months since he’d transferred to their university, three months since they’d met, and he still hadn’t made an official move. Her friends all told her that maybe she needed to be the one to do it, but she couldn’t bring herself to. She was confident, sure, but she still didn’t like being rejected.

After a moment passed without her taking the bag from Jin’s outstretched hand, she heard Hoseok clear his throat from behind them.

“I’ll put this with the other stuff,” he said, and she nodded at him gratefully. He sent her a smile, and she turned back to Jin, hoping her cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt.

“I like your shirt,” she managed, and her stomach flipped as the smile on his mouth grew even wider. She could tell he was pleased with her compliment, and if she wasn’t mistaken, there was a soft pink blush dusting across his cheekbones.

“Thanks. I bought it just for you.” He stated it simply, and the wind was knocked out of her for a moment, before she finally managed to steel herself for a witty response.

“For me? Didn’t I say my favourite colour was puke green?”

Jin let out a barking laugh at that, and she couldn’t help smiling, too. “Shit. Guess I’ll have to take it back and exchange it, then.” He paused before adding, eyes twinkling, “I’d do it for you, you know.”

The words left his mouth, and she wondered, yet again, if she should just do it. If she should just ask him out first, kiss him first, cross the line first. As he looked down at her, brown eyes sparkling as he teased her, she made a promise to herself. Tonight, she would do it. It was her birthday party, after all. Why not ask for the gift she really wanted?

*****

She did not do it.

What she did do was get roped into taking shots with Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook - lots of shots. Lots and lots of shots.

Before she knew it, she was drunk, Happy Birthday had been sung, they’d cut the cake, it was 1am, and everyone was leaving. As she lay on the couch with her head in Hoseok’s lap, all she could think about was how grateful she was… and how absolutely exhausted she felt.

“I’m going to head out.”

She looked up to find Jin, tipsy but not drunk. Curse him and his high tolerance. He was smiling over at her, a bag of recycling in his hands, and she could do nothing but stare at him for a moment.

“How are you getting home?” She’d meant to ask it, but it was Hobi that finally did. He spoke from above her, and she looked up at him before looking back at Jin, waiting for his answer.

“Taxi,” Jin shrugged. He lifted up the bag. “I’ll take this out on the way.”

“You should stay,” Hoseok suggested, and she turned to him in surprise. Hoseok shrugged. “Tae and Jimin are already crashed in the spare room, but the couch folds out.”

She could feel Jin’s eyes on her. Every fiber of her being wanted him to stay - but with her. In her bed. She somehow managed to stay silent, the sane side of her thankfully warning that that would be a very, very bad idea. Especially with how good he looked now, his hair looser than when he’d arrived, and his shirt unbuttoned more at the top. If she wasn’t so tired, she’d have gone over and messed his hair up some more herself.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.”

*****

She woke up in the morning, a soft pounding in her head, her mouth dry. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and she was grateful for that, but she still had to grab an Advil from her bedside table. She quickly brushed her teeth in the bathroom, wincing at her reflection in the mirror. She could thank her past self for remembering to take her makeup off, at least.

She headed into the hall towards the kitchen to grab some water, but stopped short in her tracks as she saw a familiar, broad back stretching from the foldout bed in the living room. He was sitting up, wearing just the white t-shirt he’d had on underneath his yellow shirt, his hair messy from sleep, and she wanted nothing more than to climb in with him.

“Morning,” was what she said instead, because there was no way she could get to the kitchen without him seeing her.

He turned to her mid-stretch, his face lighting up when he saw her, arms falling back to his sides. “Morning,” he replied back, and when he lifted a hand to rub some more sleep out of his eye, she was a goner. He was so, so cute. How had she let last night pass her by?

“I’m getting some water, if you want some.” She jutted her thumb towards the kitchen, and he nodded. She had meant that she would bring him some, but he stood up to follow her, still clad in his jeans from the night before. “Sorry if you were uncomfortable last night.”

Jin shook his head, leaning against the counter as she grabbed the water judge from the fridge, as well as two glasses from the cupboard. “Nah, I was out like a light,” he reassured her.

She handed him one of the glasses, ignoring the way their fingers brushed as she did so. He thanked her, bringing the glass to his lips, and she cursed herself for being unable to look away as he swallowed. She finally turned to her own glass, but she knew he’d seen her ogling when she caught the soft smirk on his lips.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, it was fine,” came her reply. “Didn’t get too much of it, but I’m alright.”

“You could always go back to sleep,” he suggested, and she brought the glass back up to her lips with a shrug.

“I have a hard time getting back to sleep once I’m awake,” she admitted. Jin hummed in acknowledgement.

“Well, if you’re up for it, we could always do something else.”

She nearly spat out her water, and she watched his eyes widen as he realized what he’d said.

“I meant we could play Mario Kart or something,” he groaned, and she could see the tips of his ears becoming red.

As she watched him apologize, so genuine and endearing, she finally made the decision. She couldn’t go one more day without trying.

It was now or never.

“I’m up for anything you have in mind, Jin,” she said softly, making sure to keep her gaze firm on his, trying to convey just exactly what she meant.

He seemed to understand almost immediately, straightening his shoulders. “Yeah?”

She nodded, her back leaning against the counter as he took a hesitant step towards her. He continued to close the distance, their eyes never once wavering from each other. He was tentative as he reached her, giving her room to back out if she wanted, but as her eyes fell to his mouth, he seemed to realize that she didn’t plan on going anywhere.

“You know,” she began, voice a soft mumble. “I didn’t get what I really wanted for my birthday.”

“No? And what was that?” He was staring down at her, his brown eyes twinkling as he asked the question. He was so close now, his mouth inches from hers, and she slowly lifted a hand to his face.

Their noses brushed as Jin’s hand gripped into her waist, pulling her even closer before she whispered, “A million dollars to pay off my student loans.”

It was silent for a moment, Jin’s eyes opening slowly, and he blinked down at her. She couldn’t help but giggle, her hand falling from his face to cover her mouth, and she watched as he began to laugh, too.

“You’re the worst,” he whined, his forehead falling to rest against hers, and she couldn’t help but loop her arms around his neck.

She was still smiling, giggles getting quieter until she was able to speak again. “I think you know exactly what I wanted, Jin.” She paused, her skin feeling electric wherever he touched her. “What I still want.”

He moved his face away then, his hands finding the small of her back as his eyes wandered across her face. “I think I have some idea,” he said softly, and she nodded as he closed the distance again.

“Dude, Jin! You actually did it? You asked her out? Nice!”

The two of them sprang apart as Jimin and Taehyung entered the kitchen, and she held back an audible groan.

“Could you knock?” She cried, her heart still pounding in her chest. Jin leaned back against the counter next to her, his arms crossed as he tried to contain his laughter at her obvious irritation.

Jimin furrowed his brows in confusion. “It’s a kitchen… without a door.”

“We just wanted some Lucky Charms,” Taehyung added, as if that would help dispel the tension.

She sighed, raising her eyebrows at the two men pointedly, and Jimin finally seemed to take the hint, tugging on Taehyung’s arm. “Let’s go to the cafe across the street, Tae, my treat.”

The two of them turned to leave, but not before Taehyung gave Jin a pointed look, eyes flitting between the two of them leaning against the counter. When they were finally out of sight, she let out the breath she’d been holding, her eyes squeezing shut. It was Jin that spoke first.

“Should I get going?”

She opened her eyes to look at him again, and he gazed back. He sent her a soft smile, and she could have killed her friends for ruining their moment.

“Um, yeah,” she said softly, looking down at the floor. “If you want to.”

He didn’t move.

She felt his eyes on her, and she met his gaze again, eyebrows raising in question.

“Taehyung’s not crazy,” Jin finally spoke into the silence. “I had planned to ask you out, that’s why he asked if I’d done it.”

She short circuited. It took a second before she managed, “What?”

Jin let out a soft chuckle. “I was going to ask you yesterday. At your party.”

She stared up at him, blinking slowly, before letting her head fall back with a groan. “Fuck. Fuck Jeon Jungkook for roping me into a drinking game,” she whined, and she could hear Jin begin to laugh. “You’re telling me we actually could have made out last night?” She sounded delirious, but she didn’t care - she would never forgive her friends for this one.

“Yes,” the man beside her grinned. He took a step forward, and she turned to him again. “We also can make out right now. Which is what I was trying to do before we were rudely interrupted.”

She couldn’t help it as her mouth parted slightly at his words. Sure, they’d almost kissed just moments before, but hearing him say the words out loud had goosebumps spreading across her skin.

“You’d better fucking do it this time,” she managed breathlessly, and then he was beaming, his smile wider than she’d ever seen it, and then - his lips were pressed to hers.

It was everything she’d imagined, but better. He kissed her soft but firm, slow but insistent, his mouth moving against hers in a way that had her entire world spinning. He pulled her in flush against him, one hand in the hair at the nape of her neck, the other firm on her waist. Her fingers twisted into his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer as they kissed each other breathless. She couldn’t get enough. They finally pulled apart, chests heaving, and Jin moved to rest his forehead against hers.

“Happy Birthday,” he whispered, and she pulled him back in for another kiss before she replied.

“Happy, indeed.”

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It's the Lease I Can Do

Platonic! Weasley Twins x Reader

BG: The Weasley twins are so close to having their joke shop become a reality. They had found the perfect location but they had hit a minor problem that could cause them everything. You want to help, but how can you when they, the birthday boys themselves had given up?

a/n: I had this idea for a almst a year now and waited til ther twins bday to write it. I hope you enjoy.

WC: 2111

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

Fred and George causing a ruckus in the common room is a daily occurrence that everyone is accustomed to. However ever since the start of Year 7, the amount of commotion these two had caused can be counted in one hand.

At first glance, it could be attributed to NEWTS or in this year's case-to a pink toad acting as High Inquisitor. Still, more and more nights the twins had claimed the back corner of the common room.

The last remaining batch of students were making their way through Filch's checkpoint (an added security protection which also serves for Umbridge having a list of names on who comes in and out of Hogwarts). You glanced down at your watch- 2:27pm, they’re late. Weird, the twins never pass a chance to go to Hogsmeade.

You hear the castle door open behind you. Thank Merlin, you thought but instead you were greeted with a disheveled Angelina. “I’m coming! Wait!”

“Have you seen Fred and George?” You called as she ran past you.

“I think I saw them in the common room!” Angelina shouted back.

The common room? “What are they up to now?” You sighed. Stomping heavily up the stairs. “Ditching me….”

“Oi Weaslebees! I know you’re in here!” You rounded the corner of their secret spot. “AHa!”

You caught them red handed, midway into shoving papers into their “Weasley & Weasley'' Trunk. Though what they were hiding, you weren't exactly sure.

“Y/N!” Fred greeted, grabbing onto your shoulders, effectively covering George and the table. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Narrowing your eyes at him. “Really?” Hands on hips you blatantly say “2:15 am, courtyard?? Ring any bells?” Fred shook his head.

Meanwhile George’s head shot up. “Oh shit, y/n we’re so sorry!”

Fred turned to his brother, still clueless on what the heck George was talking about.

Abandoning the trunk, George gave his twin a classic smack on the head. “Hogsmeade, you idiot! We were supposed to all go together.”

“OHHHH FU--” Fred knew he was screwed. “I’M SO SORRY! WE’RE SORRY.” Seizing the messy trunk, he strategized. “Right, here’s the plan: I’m gonna quickly drop this off back in the dorm while you two make your way to the gate. If you run, I guess you can make it. I’ll catch up with you two then.”

“Fred….. We’re not gonna make it” you argued.

“Not if we don’t try.”

“It’s almost 3, Filch would be closing the gates by now.” You sat down on Fred’s empty seat. “Besides we can go to Hogsmeade next time, we could just hang out here. I miss having my best lads around.”

“Awww…we’ve been upgraded from annoying pricks to best lads!” Gushed George, pulling you into a side hug.

“Yea, I could help in whatever it was you guys were doing before I came. I don’t mind.”

At that, you could feel George tense up, his arm around you dropping. “Uhhh…” He looked to the older twin, silently conversing.

You gaze between the boys, sometimes they get so caught up in their scheming that they don’t notice that to others, especially those who had known them for years that their non verbal communication is not so sly.

In the end, Fred gave his brother a subtle shake. “No, that’s alright. I’ll just put this back and we could play gobstones or something, anything you like.”

As Fred headed up to his dorm room, you noticed a piece of paper under the table. Picking it up, the header caught your eye. RE: Lease Agreement. Were the twins looking for a new home after graduation? You didn’t mean to pry. You were close friends, they would tell you if they were moving right? This is big news….you decided to brush it off until another line caught your attention. The shop premise located at Number 93 Diagon Alley. Shop? They are trying to set up shop? That’s brilliant! The twins would get to showcase their inventions to the world! You could feel your pride swell. Leasing Agreements would not proceed if tenants, Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley, are unable to provide an endorser by the date of 31st of March.

“Where’d you get that?” George standing across from you, gobstones on one hand and another pointing at the document. There’s no backing out now.

“It was under the table.” You explained. “I didn’t know you were this far along with the shop.”

“Yea, well it’s not happening now is it?”

“What?”

“Cmon y/n. I know you read it.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s alright. We aren’t getting the place anyway.”

“Wait what? Why?”

“No endorsers.” George stated matter of factly but you sense the pain in his voice.

“How about your parents surely-”

George laughed. “As if mum would suddenly have a change of heart. You knew how she disapproves of our inventions, calling it a waste.”

“Arthur then.”

“Mum won’t let him.”

“Anyone then?” George huffed in defeat. “How about me! I could back you up.”

“You have to be an adult with a proven financial stability.” He stated, effectively shutting you down. “Forget it y/n. The hold ends in 3 days. We’ve tried everything. Just don’t let Fred know that you know. He’s devastated. Promise?”

“I promise.”

“And no pity, sad eyes!” He added as footsteps are heard descending the staircase.

“But I suck at poker faces!”

“Then let’s hope that Freddie is distracted even to not notice.”

It’s been 4 days since you had sent the letter to your father.

“Dear papa,

I know that this is a huge favour to ask but I believe it would be worth your while.

So remember back in the summer when you caught Fred Weasley, George Weasley and me snooping around with the Extendable Ears but let us go because you were so enamored?

Well turns out the twins and trying to get a shop up and running! How amazing is that?

The only problem is that they need an endorser to back them up in order to proceed with the lease agreements. The are currently on hold for the Shop Number 93 in Diagon Alley until the 31st.

This is where the huge favour comes in. Could you please be their backer? You did say that you’d love to help in some part in their invention, be an investor of sorts. Please papa. I would love to do it myself but I have to wait a couple more months to qualify. Plus it’s their 18th birthday on April 1st. Imagine their surprise if it were to come through.

I’d love to hear from you soon, regardless of your choice.

Your favourite child

y/n.”

The twin’s 18th birthday was spent with absolute love and madness.

Lee had unloaded his stash of butterbeer and firewhiskey, Fred had slipped Angelina with one of their new prank inventions- which changes the person into a sickly color of vomit green, a perfect way to ditch class or events.

Upon learning that the color would last for a few days and would only fade with the ingestion of an antidote, antidote that George said they still had yet to create. Angelina (understandably) threw cake at them. The Gryffindor chaser with perfect aim, hits its mark. However, Fred using his beater skills, instinctively blocks the incoming cake.

Resulting in a wide splat zone. Fred’s arm was covered in frosting, having sprayed everyone around him in whipped cream during the impact. George wasn’t safe too, despite being across from Fred, the rebounce of the cake had made him the new target.

You had just changed into your pajamas when a tapping sound came from your window.

Your family owl, Lanny, was outside carrying a large yellow envelope.

Quickly letting him in, you gave Lanny a gentle pat and brought out some owl treats for the tired bird.

Unscrolling the note tied to his leg, you begin to read.

“My dearest y/n,

My sincere apologies for the late reply, it’s been quite hectic at work.

In regards to your favour, you need not worry. Everything is taken care of. I had met with the landlord of Number 93 Diagon Alley and had all the documents settled. I had also gone and checked to make sure the two lads aren’t being ripped off. Fred and George had picked a nice prime location.

Greet them a happy birthday for me alright? And tell them that I look forward to witnessing them succeed in their endeavors.

They would undoubtedly be bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times. The people would be thankful for them.

I also had Lanny bring the twins’ copy of the Lease Agreement.

I can’t wait to see you all soon.

Much love,

Papa.”

Fred was grateful that their friends had retired into the night, leaving him and George to sulk into the dreadful reality.

“We were this close Georgie, this close!” Fred winced, pinching his fingers close without touching.

“I know but there was nothing else we could have done.” consoled George but even he himself was having a hard time. Number 93 was the perfect location for their joke shop. But now it’s gone.They are back to square one, scouting for locations.

“Fred! George! There you are! I have great news!” You yelled, not caring if you could wake up the other students.

“Oi Y/N! Be careful!.” Even in a bad mood, Fred Weasley couldn’t help being protective.

You banged the envelope on the table. “Surprise! Happy Birthday! From papa and I.”

“Another gift?” wondered George.

“So you don’t want it then?” You challenged, crossing your arms. You tried to look intimidating but the pajamas weren’t doing any good. “Cause I bet a hundred galleons that you’d shit your pants if you were to reject it.”

“That confident eh?” Smirked Fred, taking the contents of the envelope out. “ What do you think is so grand that Georgie and I would---BLOODY HELL! Y/N!” Fred kept looking down at the paper and up to you, unbelieving.

“What is it Freddie?” asked George leaning over to read whatever it was that left his brother speechless.

Re: Lease Agreement

Mr. y/l/n has submitted his endorsement to Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley.

The turnover of the leasing property of Shop Number 93 Diagon Alley would begin on April 1st …..

“Oh My- Y/n? Is this real?” George whispered, afraid that if he were any louder this dream would end.

“Yes, absolutely, 100%.” You affirmed. “The shop is yours! Opff-”

George embraced you tight, catching you off guard. You could feel your right shoulder getting wet. “Heyya big guy, don’t cry.” Running a hand up and down his back.

“But how?” Fred with brows creased was still stuck in a trance, you could see the paper shake in his grasp.

“You left the agreement noticed a couple of days ago. I might have accidentally read it. George said to not let you know cause you might get angry-”

“YOu KNEW?!?”

“George only knew I saw the paper. Nothing else.” You defended. “I thought i might try and help, so I called in a favour with papa. You knew how much he was impressed with the Extendable Ear, so I mentioned if he wanted to back you up. I only got his reply just now, said he’d love to and got onto ironing out the paperwork and viola!” Pointing at the document. “Oh and he also said Happy 18th Birthday, looking forward to your success and the people would be thankful for bringing a lot of much needed joy into these darkening times.”

“Thanks Y/n but this is a lot we can’t possibly-”

You cut Fred off before he could say more. “Oh please, you have done countless things for me. And I know what you’re gonna say- but see you would do the same for me. Besides think of this as your first investors. We want to help. We see your potential, we know you two, Fred, George, are gifted with bringing laughter and joy to people with your inventions."

"Thank you, truly y/n and to your dad too." Fred admitted, opening himself up. "No one's really backed us up with our inventions before, we've been always told off for being childish. It really means a lot."

“Hey, it’s the lease I could do.” You replied, causing the twins to chuckle immediately lightening up the mood.

It's great to see them relax again after weeks of stressing over the shop. Times might be changing but at least tonight, you got your best lads back.

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His Gift // John Shelby X Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s your birthday and you’re celebrating withe the Shelbys. Polly and Ada spoils John’s surpise gift for you.

Word Count: 2289

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note:

I’m sure you want to say “Enough Marianne, you only write for John.” but I just can’t hold myself back. Writing John fics are better than daydreaming about him, a fictional dead character.

If you’re looking for a friends to lovers fluff, this is it and I hope you enjoy it.

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Birthdays in the Shelbys were never a big deal. Polly, Arthur and Thomas didn’t even know the exact day of their birth. There were never any celebrations. That fact was what made that day so important.

It was your 25th birthday. Birthdays weren’t a big deal in your family either but at least they were celebrated or they used to be.

Your mother had passed away a year ago and it would be your first birthday without any family members present. They were all already dead but it wasn’t a huge deal because the grief didn’t hold you captive for long.

John, your best friend couldn’t let you spend your birthday alone so he arranged a birthday dinner for you. All the Shelbys would be there, your family. You had known them your entire life and your relationship only grew stronger.

It would be at your own home but you knew the setting wouldn’t make much difference. Polly and Ada had come early to help you cook. You had a whole family to feed.

You were filled with joy. You knew celebrating birthdays was a foreign thing to the Shelbys. Knowing that made you feel extremely cared for.

“Is Tommy going to be here?” you asked while chopping some carrots. Thomas Shelby had been like an older brother for you. Even though you didn’t see him much these days, you still liked to believe you hadn’t lost your connection to him.

“I’m not sure.” Ada mumbled, “He’s been really busy.” you just nodded to her explanation. You wouldn’t take it personally if he hadn’t showed up.

“Maybe Michael will show up as his substitute.” you giggled. Ada giggled with you too. “Don’t make fun of my boy will you!” Polly said strongly. You knew she was just joking just like she knew you were.

“Alright Pol.” Ada said, she couldn’t stop giggling. Polly was tired of you giggling like children while cooking. “Please tell me you have enough drinks Y/N.” Polly said after turning her back to you and heading towards the table to pour herself some wine.

“Of course I do Pol.” you rolled your eyes since she couldn’t see you. “Don’t roll your eyes at me Miss.” Polly said. Ada couldn’t hold herself back from laughing.

“Nothing slips away from you does it?” Ada asked Polly while she sat down on the chair slowly. Polly had given up on cooking, left you and Ada to take care of it.

“So everyone will be here?” you asked once again, trying to be sure you’ll have everyone you love with you on that day. “Of course dear.” Polly let out, “You are our dearest Y/N.” Ada supported her aunt’s words.

It felt so good knowing the people around you genuinely loved you back. Them accepting you as a Shelby even though you were not in the family by blood or marriage was the best thing that happened to you.

They were all so special to you but the most special was John. He was your best friend, the one you shared all your secrets with. Except one special secret because it was about him only.

You liked him, fuck it, you loved him and not in a friendly way. You didn’t know if that counted as a secret because he couldn’t be dumb enough to not notice that.

“When do you think John will be here?” you asked, Polly sighed. You looked at Ada and then Polly, neither said anything. “You’re keeping something from me.” turned to Polly.

“No we’re not!” Ada opposed, you definitely didn’t buy it. “Spill ladies.” you said and raised your eyebrows. “Okay so…” Ada started talking but Polly interrupted, “Ada, you made a promise.” she said.

“Come on Polly, what’s going on?” you asked impatiently. Ada giggled, “He went to London to get you a real nice gift.” your jaw dropped.

“London? Why would he go such a long way for only a simple gift?” you weren’t that excited for his gift. You thought it was unnecessary.

“You’re special to him and we’re celebrating a birthday for once!” Polly said, you nodded. It still made you nervous.

“I didn’t ask for a gift, I didn’t expect a gift.” Ada and Polly didn’t understand why you got upset over a joyful thing.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Polly asked, it was almost like she read your mind. You moved away from the counter and sat on the chair next to Polly.

“Why is he going through the trouble of going to London for a gift? He hasn’t even noticed that I’m interested in him.” you said simply. Polly nodded.

“Oh Y/N, you have to tell him that you love him.” Ada responded. There was a meal to cook and all of you were now sitting around the table, talking about your interest in John.

“I don’t know if I should.” you mumbled. Polly held your hand, “Darling, it’s okay to be scared when you love someone.” you nodded. She was right.

“Who do you love Y/N?” you heard John say and your body filled with sudden panic. You didn’t even hear him come in.

“No one.” you said and Ada gave you a very disappointed look. “So nice of you to join us early John.” Polly said with a dull tone.

“Better be early than late.” he said looking directly at you. He was obviously so blind that he couldn’t see the way you looked at him.

He stood next to you, he supported himself with a one hand on the table. “Tell me Y/N, who is it that has your heart?” you nervously chuckled.

“You wouldn’t know him.” Polly and Ada’s confused eyes locked on you. They thought this would be the moment.

“I’m a Peaky Blinder, I know everyone in this damn city.” he said directly. Polly’s gaze turned to John. She saw something on his impression that you didn’t. It was jealousy.

“He’s not from here.” you lied, you knew that was a mistake. “Okay then, don’t tell me if you don’t want to.” John said and you got up.

You got back to the food with Ada and Polly kept enjoying her wine as she watched you cook. John sat on the chair you were previously sitting on.

“Will you tell me who it is?” John whispered to Polly, she just chuckled loud so you could hear. John was disappointed that nobody was willing to tell him. He was obviously jealous but it was a foreign feeling to him. He didn’t know what he felt was jealousy.

Soon the food was done, the table was ready and everyone was there. Even Tommy had come which made you the happiest. Michael’s arrival had surprised you and you were extremely happy to see Finn come as well.

After eating you went to the living room and settled on the couch. “I think I like this birthday celebration thing.” Arthur said and everyone just laughed, except Tommy. He still had a thing to say though.

“Would it be a celebration without gifts?” he said and you smiled big. “Wait, did we have to buy something?” Finn asked and Polly threw him a killer look.

“You didn’t have to.” you said humbly, you really didn’t want gifts. All that mattered to you was that the Shelbys bothered to celebrate your birthday with you.

Tommy took a little box out of his pocket. “This is from all of us.” he said, he handed it to you. You opened the small box. It had a little pin inside. The pin was shaped as a star, you smiled big.

“This is perfect.” you put the pin on your shirt and stood up to hug all of them. Even Tommy let you hug, he wasn’t a fan of hugs so it meant a lot that he let you do that.

“I’m so lucky to have all of you by my side.” you said, “Damn right you are.” Arthur couldn’t hold himself but say. You laughed, you hadn’t felt this much joy in a long time.

You hugged Michael the last, “Happy birthday.” he told you softly then you sat back at your place. The moment you sat down. You expected John to finally give you his gift.

You hoped he had a seperate gift for you. Tommy did say it was from all of them but if John went all the way to London to buy this, why didn’t he give it himself? You didn’t like that feeling of ambiguity

There was a weird long silence. Everyone looked uncomfortable and you hated that. “Why don’t we get more drinks.” Michael offered to cut the silence. Everyone nodded. You weren’t going to just shut up.

“John, don’t you have a seperate gift for me?” you asked and John’s jaw dropped. He looked horrified. Everyone else just sipped their drinks in silence.

“Why do you ask?” he said, he didn’t look confused. He looked more like he was trying to look confused. “Because you went to London to get me something.” you said it finally.

Ada and Polly seemed to regret that they had told you because they lit a cigarette at the same time when you said it.

“I can’t believe they told you!” John got angry at you and everyone else for no reason. It was obvious he was hiding something and you needed to know what.

“So it’s true.” you asked, he nodded without saying anything. “Where is the gift then?” you stood up in anger.

Your joy had disappeared, John had left you down. You didn’t even want a gift but the thought of him actually travelling to get you something had given you hope. It gave you hope about you and him.

“I think we should leave.” Tommy said, everyone looked at each other and nodded. “Please don’t.” you begged. John did nothing, didn’t even react.

Polly left her seat to come hug you. “Today’s been great dear but I think it’s better if you and John talk alone.” she told you. You got it now, it wasn’t because they wanted to leave. It was because they didn’t want John to leave. You were both getting heated and John tended to run away when he got overwhelmed.

“Okay, see you all later.” you said, everyone hugged you once again and wished you happy birthday. Then you and John were left alone.

He was still sitting the same way, hadn’t even moved a bit. He was looking at you with dull eyes. He looked sad. You didn’t want a great day, your birthday to end like this.

“John, where is the gift you got from London?” you sat down on your knees right before John’s feet. He sighed, his hands moved around his stubbly chin.

“I don’t think I should give it.” John said softly. His voice was low, his tone had so much pain. “Why?” you asked immediately, you had to know.

“Because it’s a fucking ring and you’re in love with someone else!” he yelled. You put your hand on his knee. You laughed loudly. You couldn’t stop laughing.

“You were going to propose to me?” you just thought he was joking. “Yes.” he simply answered, you kept laughing

“No dating phase, you were just going to ask your best friend to marry you.” you heard yourself say and it made you laugh even harder.

“Stop laughing! How is my heartbreak funny?” John’s voice cracked. You finally stopped laughing. “My Johnny Boy, how can you be so blind.” you said. John raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah, blind enough to think you would say yes so I went to London and got you a custom made ring.” your eyes opened wide. “No you stupid shit! You're the guy I love, I was talking about you!” you jumped on your feet and yelled.

John took a deep breath, “What?” you laughed again. “John Shelby, I love you and no one else.” you confessed finally, “I only made up someone else because I didn’t know how to tell you.” you finally let it go.

“So you love me the way I love you.” he asked, you smiled and nodded. He stood up too, put his hand in his pocket and took out a box.

“No dating phase because I wanna wake up next to you every morning.” he said as he sat down on one knee. Your eyes teared up, you couldn’t believe your eyes and ears.

“Y/N Y/L/N, will you give me the honour to be your husband?” John opened the box to reveal an emerald ring. You were mesmerized by the shine of the ring and also by his proposal.

“Yes, a million times yes!” you shouted, took the ring out yourself and put it on. John dropped the empty box on the floor and hugged you. He hugged you and you never wanted to let go.

“This is going so fast, it’s kind of scary.” you admitted while your head was resting on his shoulder. “Let’s speed it up a little more.” he said and pulled himself back a little. “Kiss me Y/N.” he said and you did what he said.

Your lips met his. They weren’t like how you imagined they would be. They weren’t chapped like they seemed, they were soft and smooth. They were warm, the warmth of his lips heated your whole body.

Your soul was leaving your body to join his. You never thought this would be how you ended up together. It was fast but you knew each other well and long enough to skip the dating.

All you both wished for was each other and nothing more. Your wish was finally true.

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slightly-nerdy-rambles · 3 years

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Robstar Week Day 4: Memories (Prompt: Survivors)

This was an interesting fic to write, because the "yearly Titans' anniversary" aspect of it gave me a chance to dip into a rough timeline I recently calculated for when different parts of the series happened relative to one another. Looking back, there's a lot of pretty crazy stuff that went down in the last two seasons... it's no wonder Beast Boy was itching for a vacation by Trouble in Tokyo.

Something else this oneshot brings up is my headcanon for what exactly was going on with Tamaran when Starfire was taken by the Gordanians. I plan on going into more detail in a future story, but enjoy these little tidbits for now.

Memories

For Starfire, the anniversary of the Titans' first meeting would always be complicated.

She was beyond thankful to have met her dearest friends, of course. Thankful for the new home she had found on Earth, too. And it had been a triumphant day, all told: her escape from the Gordanians, meeting these curious and kind new people who were willing to risk everything for a stranger, the final thrashing of Trogaar's gang and release of their other prisoners.

That was why, when the year came around again and Cyborg and Beast Boy inevitably put together some form of Titan-versary party, she was happy to join in the festivities and reminisce on the year past. But there was also a reason why, as soon as the day wound down enough that she was confident she would not be missed, she would steal away to spend time alone in her room or on the Tower rooftop.

That first year, Robin had eventually come looking for her and, perhaps inevitably, asked if something was wrong. They hadn't known much about each other's lives before the Titans then — it was something of an unspoken rule that the team had, that nobody was expected to divulge such information until they were ready — so all she had told him was that she had not been the only target of the Gordanians, and that for her, the date held as many sorrows as it had joys. That had been enough, and for the next few years he had kept the others busy and left her to her moment of solitude.

That changed on the fourth anniversary of the team's founding. Starfire had retreated to her bedroom just as the sun finished its descent below the horizon, and was flipping through an album of photos she'd picked up on her last trip to Tamaran. This part of the night was almost routine to her now, so the sudden gentle knock on the door nearly startled her off of her bed.

"Star? It's me," Robin's voice called softly from the hall. "Is it okay if I come in?"

Strange. With their unspoken understanding, Robin was the last person she would have expected to interrupt her evening.

Despite this, or perhaps because of it, she wasted no time in getting up and opening the door. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

Robin rubbed his arm. "Not… really?" He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry for barging in on you right now, but I just thought… I dunno… maybe you'd like just a little company."

Starfire only considered his offer for a moment before nodding. It wasn't like he didn't understand why it was a complicated anniversary for her. In truth, by now they had come to learn just about all of each other's stories. And she was rarely one to turn down good company.

"I think I would like that, actually," she said, stepping aside to let him enter. Robin gave her a small smile and a nod, but the two of them were silent for a moment as they went in and sat down on the edge of her bed. They remained that way for several moments more — not awkward or unsure, just quietly gathering their thoughts as the weightier parts of the year past settled over them both.

Finally, Robin sighed and flopped back. "So," he said, "looks like we've survived another year."

Starfire hummed in agreement and leaned back on her elbows beside him. "Has it truly been only a year?" she asked. "I do not believe we had even known about Trigon's prophecy at the Titans' last anniversary."

Robin groaned and rubbed his masked eyes. "Yeah, that would have been right around Raven's birthday. And now we have to deal with Slade again…"

"...And we have been called on more space missions..." Starfire supplied.

Robin snorted. "Yeah, some of those went better than others. And they somehow still didn't manage to take up half of all the travelling we had to do…"

Starfire dropped onto her back. "X'hal, there are still some days when I feel out of place just from being home again."

"I know what you mean." Robin didn't offer more commentary than that, and Starfire allowed her eyes to drift closed and rest for a second or two.

They opened again when she felt his fingers curl around hers, and she turned to see him looking at her with a shy little smile on his face.

"But… At least it hasn't all been bad, right?" he asked.

Starfire smiled back, and shifted over to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Indeed it hasn't," she said softly.

With a sigh, she sat up and turned back to her photo album, nearly forgotten with the arrival of her visitor. It was still open to a set of pages showing off her family, back when she'd been what Earth would calculate as about ten years old. Back when everything had been simpler, before the Gordanian attack that had cost her mother’s life and stolen away her brother, before Blackfire had usurped and banished their father and shattered what little sisterly bond they had left.

"I think that is why we are able to continue on, even in the difficult times," she said a little absently as she ran a finger over one of the images. "Because we can still find and create joy in the midst of hardship."

Robin propped himself upright and leaned over to give the album a closer look.

"I'm sure she'd be proud of you," he said softly, brushing a finger over the image of her mother. "I know Galfore is."

Starfire hummed and leaned against him. "I hope so. The best I can do is try to honor her memory with my actions."

The two of them lapsed into another comfortable silence after that, and as they sat there, she realized that she felt… lighter, somehow, than she normally did at this time of year.

Yes, there was a reason why Starfire needed some time away from the usual celebratory atmosphere of the Titans' yearly anniversaries. But, she supposed, that didn't mean she had to spend that time alone.

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xsugarysweetsx · 3 years

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 6

A/N: Characters are above the age of 18! Iwaizumi is set as 21 and, reader is 19 turning 20!!

Warnings; the fluff has arrived; maybe some tension; language 1-2 times.

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“So are you going to explain what’s going on or are we just making food?“ Hajime asked leaning against the counter watching Oikawa look for things in the kitchen

“Well, yes and no. Rose and I are making cake and you are writing and Y/N a letter“

“A letter? Cake?“ Hajime was still lost as ever

“Take this as a permanent reminder. Today is the queens birthday, and the one day you can make up for yourself.” he proclaimed. That’s right today is your 21st birthday and Oikawa saw it as the perfect opportunity for him to redeem himself.

“Rose speaks with the queen often when she needs company and told me it was today“ Hajime turns to said girl and she gives nod to confirm

“Rose, would you mind doing that for now on? I understand she can feel alone at times, I’m sure she appreciates your company.“

“Y-yes your majesty!“

“Now about the letter who-“

“You my good friend are writing her your feelings and you will confess to her today. If she knows where your...feelings come from then maybe you can both come to an understanding.“ he offered

“But what if she-“

“No negative talk“ Oikawa cuts him off pushing him towards the door “We don’t have much time, you need to write, and we need to set everything else up. She’ll wake up soon so be sure to greet her in the morning“

The door was shut, leaving Hajime on his own. He begins to walk to his office, everything rushing in his mind. Your argument, making a letter, and confessing would be the worst of it all

She could never forgive me after what I said to her. She must hate me, and all she was doing was helping me....no one had been that kind to me since mother was here.

Opening the door to his office he goes to the window and gazes out to the sky beginning to brighten with the sun. He goes back to his desk and sets a blank sheet of paper in front of him, a quill was ready in his hands to begin writing.

“Dearest Y/N,I apologize-” he crumples the paper “No...Y/N my wife, I should have been more caring....no, she’ll think it’s for show.”

Paper after paper, none of them were what he wanted to say. Nothing was working, a small pile had started to build on his desk from each failed attempt at a letter. You deserved something more than some simple words apologizing for his actions. He was just..afraid. Afraid to lose another person, afraid of being alone once gain...afraid to love.

You made him afraid, he felt his chest flutter and constrict whenever you’d gaze into his eyes, or bring him some tea. You were the only one trying and hr felt horrible for it. The sun had already risen and you would wake up soon.

He abandons his desk and makes his way to the dinning room for breakfast. Walking down the hall and making a turn he sees you slipping out of your room. He tries waving to you but you dismiss it and keep walking. He walks a little faster and catches up to you

“How did you sleep..Y/N“ he asked

“Fine, I still feel tired.“ you answer bluntly. He knew that falling asleep due to crying was never restful. Getting to the dinning room he pulls out your seat and pushes you in. Getting in his sweat they’re served their breakfasts and Oikawa comes in.

“Good morning your majesties, I’ve got your plans for the day and I do hope you find them relaxing” your gaze shoots up when he says those words. Taking a seat opposite from you and on the left of Hajime he begins to read the paper.

“First your breakfast, a special arrangement in the garden later in the afternoon, some horse riding later, and the rest of your day can be spent as you wish” he gives a smile and stands “enjoy your breakfast”

The chefs come a present your food in front of you. You thank them and begin eating.

“Y/N....about yesterday I-“

“There’s nothing to say. You told me what you truly thought and that was enough.” You brush it off and continue eating

Wrong approach, he thought to himself. He watches you stand and wit for him to head to the garden. You would take his arm when walking around somewhere. Yet here he was, and empty arm and a hurt heart watching you walk silently. He noticed you didn’t have you necklace on either. He raised a hand to his and felt worse than he did. This was going to be a challenge.

Getting to the garden there was a small table set for two. No paperwork, documents or anything. Just a table set for two in the shade of the garden.

“What is-“

“Let me redeem myself.” He cut you off “give me today to redeem myself to you to show you that I...I...I truly do care!”

If anything it seemed almost forced and difficult for him to say that. But this was the first attempt you’ve seen from him to try and apologize. Crossing your arms you say

“Hajime...I’m very hurt from what you said. Just what do you want to gain from this?” You asked

“You’re trust.” He said confidently “trust in two rulers keep them strong. If it means you will trust me as your king and husband, I will try.”

“Alright, and if by the end of the day I don’t feel better?” You test

“You may make any decision you wish.”

He was really giving you free range in this.

“Okay, what do you have in mind here?” You ask walking to the table and taking a seat

“Um Well, me and my mother used to play here. Even as I grew up the game never got old” he explained taking his own seat “We used to find butterflies and she would show me how to get them to land on your hand. Would you like to try?” he offered his hand and you take it.

Walking over to a bush of flowers with a sweet scent he crouches down with you. He picks one of the flowers and rubs it on your knuckles.

“Now just wait“ There before your eyes a blue butterfly lands on your hand gently flapping it’s wings. You were so mesmerized by the insect you didn’t even notice Hajime staring at you. You just looked like a little girl who was seeing magic for the first time. He gets an idea and dusts your nose with a bit of pollen. The butterfly then floats over to your nose and rests there causing a smile to spread on to your face

“You like it?“ he asked

“Yeah...it’s beautiful“ you smile

“Like you..“ he said taking your hands, helping her stand up. You both stand there for a few seconds before he asks

“What did you do for fun as a child?” he asked as you start to walk around the garden hand in hand

“W-well...me and my mother used to run around in the fields and she would tell me stories, and make flower crowns....she was my closest friend” you said nostalgically “after she past I always felt as if something was missing.“ you stopped in your tracks

“I felt so lonely and I-I..just miss her so much, I wish I could see her again“ you sniff letting tear fall.

He had never seen you cry on top of that you sounded so broken. He knew what it was like to lose a mother so he knew what you were feeling. His words were of no use so he let his actions speak. He pulls you into his chest and pats your back, he was never good at comfort but he might as well try

“If you feel like you need to talk to someone I-I’m always open, ya know“ he said as a blush crept to his cheeks. “C-come on.“ he said bringing you along with him coming to the stables. A stable man came up with two horses, one black stallion and a pure white one

“Your majesties“ the man bowed his head as he handed you both the reins. You took the white stallion while Hajime took his black one. You follow him to an open field, it was covered in wild flowers and tall grass, it looks so surreal you weren’t sure if you were awake.

“Do you need help?“ he asked motioning to your horse. You smirk and hop on quickly

“I’m a peasant remember? I’ve been on horses since I was 8“ that damn sassy mouth quick to catch him off guard but quick to make him blush. He hops on to his and smirks right back

“I was 4“ and with a quick whip of the reins he was off into the field.

A smile comes to your face as you do the same, your horse taking off quickly after his. As you begin catching up, you couldn’t help but laugh as the wind combed your hair. The suns’ rays kissed your skin and your lips widen in a happy smile. Looking back to you, he wished he could stare at you all day. You looked so free, so beautiful, so happy. That’s all he wanted.

“Come on slow poke!“ you giggle coming to a stop and hopping off your horse.

He raised an eye brow but played along. He chased after you through the tall field, feeling his chest swell with happiness and soon a laugh erupts from his lips as he begins to gain on you. He hadn’t had this much fun in years!

Thinking you were hearing things you turn only to see him much closer than you thought. He tries to stop but fails and caused you both to fall over, him landing on top of you. He lifts himself on to his elbows looking down at you. Your hair was laid out, framing your face, the sun hits your skin just right, and your rosy cheeks only made you more captivating.

Your lips slightly parted and panting from all the running. Both your gazes swimming in each others, almost lost. The sound of your laughter made his heart jump in happiness, it was simply music to his ears.

“I didn’t think you’d come after me“ you giggle getting him out of his trance. He stumbles but comes off of you and lays next to you.

“I um...yeah I haven’t laughed like that in years. It was fun” he admits “Thank you”

“thank you too,” you respond “I’ve been a little bored, this was really...relaxing.” you smile and that’s what he wanted, but he still had to make it up to you. That was saved for later though.

“My mother would have liked you a lot” he says “You’re sharp and witty and you definitely will not shut up if you disagree with something.“

You scoff “you’re one to talk” he sit up suddenly and motion for him to do so “Come on I’ll show you how to make a flower crown”

“O-okay“ that afternoon was spent making things with the flowers in reach. You showed him how to weave the delicate stems together. His rough hands had a hard time with it but you were helping him along. Your soft hands on his felt like magic, you were so gentle and careful. He couldn’t help but blush at the touch.

Before you knew it, it was almost sunset. The sun was setting causing a beautiful orange and pink glow. He would have loved to stay longer but he was now late for the last thing he had planned.

“Come on we’re late, I’ll explain when we get there.“ he said taking your hand leading you to his horse. You hop on to the saddle but didn’t expect for him to get on as well. He was much closer than he had ever been and it made butterflies flutter in your chest. His arms came around you to the reins and rode back to the castle. You had to admit this was a bit romantic, taking him for who he was. Not to mention the closeness was also nice.

As for Hajime, he was trying very hard, you had never been this close to him before. He wish you had been before, could this really be what love is? The fluttering feeling you get just being near someone, just thinking of them?

Making back just as sun was setting he helps you off the horse and back inside. The castle was quieter than usual. The halls were lit with candles instead of the moonlight. Leading you to the doors of the dinning room, he takes both your hands and says

“Today I wanted to redeem myself. I am a man who overcomes any obstacle, yet this was my hardest.” You could feel his hands sweating “it’s taken me this long to realize I was wrong in what I had been doing, if you don’t believe I’m worthy of your trust or a second chance I wouldn’t blame you, b-but I just wanted today to be for you”

“Hajime if this is about apologizing you’ve done-“ you try and intervene but you were cut off

“Just, let me me do this....please” with a heavy sigh he opens the doors and lets you walk inside. On the table was a beautifully decorated cake, next to it was a small piece of paper that read ‘happy birthday’

“What....I don’t-“ turning quickly Hajime has a bouquet of flowers in hand and looks scared. He stuck in place and afraid to move, he even looks a bit constipated. His hands were shaking and even in the dim lighting his face was as red as a rose. He steps forward two steps still stiff as a broom

“Y/N! I’ve never been good with words nor my emotions!” He yelled accidentally. Oikawa and Rose and the other maids and butlers watch from the door as the king yelled for some reason

“He yells when he’s nervous” Oikawa informed them making everyone make sounds of understanding

He take a breath and starts again “I’m sorry....I yell when I’m nervous” he closes his eyes and starts from the top

“Y/N, I’m sorry not only for yesterday but for all these days you’ve had to put up with me. You scared me....I’ve lost many things and people in my life. You terrified me, you were kind to me and I haven’t felt what I am feeling in a long time. If I act like an arrogant bastard it’s because I’m....im afraid to love you” he finally admits and steps closer

“you are the kindest, most beautiful soul I’ve ever met. Ever day you showed me more of yourself and I found myself falling harder and harder. Y/N, I love you....and Im sorry for what I’ve said and done! Please let me be a proper husband and king to you!” He said as a year fell from his eye handing you the bouquet of flowers. A silence fel after what you heard

A Tear! Just exactly what had you done to the king of this kingdom?? You were at a loss for words, air, anything

“I-I....” you didn’t know what to say and you just looked at him. He leaned in a bit to hear what you and to say as did all the servants at the door. His heart began to sink as he didn’t hear an answer until

Your lips crash on his in a gentle kiss. He didn’t waste one moment to kiss to back and pull you in closer. Coming to stop he rests his forehead on yours and stares into your eyes

“Are you sure I’m the one you love? I’m a suborn women who won’t shut up” you ask looking into his green orbs

“I wouldn’t want any other stubborn woman” he chuckled kissing your forehead. He brings out your necklace and wraps it back around your neck.

“Why don’t we we head to bed?” You nod and walk hand in hand back to your shared room. Meanwhile behind the door Oikawa says with a huge grin

“Looks like our old Iwa is back! Good job everyone, I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you all” he winked. With that everyone was off to their designated rooms for the night. As for you and Hajime, you were both as if you’d been together for as long as 10 years!

All it took was a simple confession and now here you are. You help each other out your clothes and into your sleepwear. On the bright side of things, you can stare at his bare chest with no shame. It was strange honestly, it’s been over a month or two but so much has happened. The man you once couldn’t stand, had now confessed to you.

For the first time, you got into bed and faced each other. You were in your own spots but inched closer every so often. The close proximity only made him crave you more. He leans down and steals a kiss from you, then another and another. Soon it was just a session of deep kisses.

Be thought you never had any intimate moment yet so he kept his boundaries. But damn, you were so addictive.

“Who knew the cold king would be such a good kisser” you teased as he stopped his attack on your lips, now swollen from all the kissing.

“Well, who knew they’d be kissing a simple girl who is now a queen”

“You’re queen” you correct

“My wife..” he corrects tucking your under his chin holding you close “I like the sound of that...my wife”

“Do you mean it?” You ask getting comfortable in his hold. His warmth engulfing you, securing you.

“Mean what?” He asked in a husky deep voice

“That you love me?” You ask nuzzling into his bare chest

“Of course I meant it. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have done all this. Now go to sleep” he he sighs

“Oh are you tired of me already?” You joke as a yawn stifles your laugh

“Mmm just for today, we can continue tomorrow”

“Okay...oh and Hajime?” You ask before sleeping

“Hm?”

“I love you too” you kiss his chest and finally rest in the arms of your husband......yeah, your husband.

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escapewriter · 3 years

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Ghost of You

pairing : jeonghan x reader

synopsis : he made a promise to always tell you that he loves you, and he intends to keep it, even if you’re not with him.

genre : angst

word count : 2.7k

warnings : slight mentions of an abusive relationship, mention of character death

posted : 12/1/20

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Day 60

My Dearest YN,

It’s me again. I know you probably don’t read these, or maybe you moved apartments and a random stranger is receiving these letters, but it’s okay, so here’s your daily ‘I love you.’

I love you.

With my whole heart.

But you knew that already, which is why you left. But don’t worry about me my love, I know deep down you love me too. Even if I haven’t heard it with my own ears, I know you do.

Love, Jeonghan

‘Will he ever stop?’ you thought to yourself as you finished reading the letter.

It’s been two months since you broke up with Jeonghan, and you regret it every single day. You fell too fast and he fell for you too which is what terrified you the most. You were scared, all because he said those three words that you wanted to so badly say back to him. But the two of you had only been going out for less than two months and it felt too fast, making you take a step back to rethink and ask yourself if you really do love him.

You will never forget the look on his face when you didn’t say it back. His body slowly falling into a slumped form, eyes avoiding yours, and smile not as bright as before. He was patient though, but you couldn’t avoid the embarrassment and sadness in his eyes as they became unbearable to look at as days began to pass. You started to build up your walls again and became very distant.

It was two weeks after he told you he loves you, he finally cracked, asking and begging you to tell him why you were avoiding him. However, he was left heartbroken as you lied straight to his face, telling him that you love another man.

How stupid of you.

But you’ll never forget the words he said as you were leaving his apartment.

“I’ll always love you YN. And I know you love me too, so I’ll wait and I’ll find a way to always remind you that I love you.”

You gripped the letter in your hand, sighing deeply to try and hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Why couldn’t you just tell him the truth? Why couldn’t you just go back to him when you know he will welcome you with open arms? Well to answer it truthfully, you were scared of love. Or maybe the idea of being loved. Your version of love is something that no one should ever have to experience, so maybe that terrified you because you were afraid Jeonghan would end up like that.

Well how could he when he can’t even have the guts to pull a proper prank on you, or even dare raise his voice.

You folded the paper, and put it in your box with the rest of the letters he’s sent to you. He never missed a day since you broke up, which made this more difficult for you to try and forget him.

Day 67

My Dearest YN,

I promise I’m not stalking you or anything, but I saw you at the market the other day. I’m sure you saw me too which is what caused you to drop most of your items. It was cute though, don’t worry. You’re always adorable. Anyway, I saw that you just left everything and didn’t buy them, so here you go. Always stock up on food, okay? You know better than to let someone like me stop you from having your nutrients. Anyway, I hope you’re taking care of yourself. Here is your daily ‘I love you.’

I love you. A lot.

Love, Jeonghan

You looked at the bags filled with various snacks and drinks. You already knew he put extra items in there so you wouldn’t have to go and make a second trip.

As you thought before, it’s small acts like these that make it so difficult for you to move on. Jeonghan just knows the way to your heart, and it fucking sucks because you wish he could just stop.

Day 74

My Dearest YN,

I saw this couple move in next door. They looked very happy and excited to finally have a home of their own together. Maybe get married and start a family. I dreamed about having that life with you. I wanted to give you the world, and I still do.

They were playing music the other day. They were laughing so loud that you could hear it through the walls. It reminded me of the time when we came home after your birthday and you were spending the night. I put on some music and we danced in the living room with no lights on, just the two of us.

I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I can’t help it though; I really fucking miss you. And I keep playing that same song we danced to; it’s always on repeat for me.

Anyway, here’s your daily ‘I love you’ before I continue to reminisce about the good times.

I love you. My love.

Love, Jeonghan

How could he dream about having that life with you when you both don’t know how to love. No, when you don’t know how to love. You can’t even deny it because you want that life with him, but your fear is getting in the way of that, and it frustrates you so much because all he wants to do is show you what it’s like to fall and be in love.

If you were Jeonghan, you’d do the exact same thing he was doing. This really makes you not forget a person.

Your mind wandered to the memory the two of you shared on your birthday. The song was anything but slow because he thought it was too cheesy, so he whipped out his phone and played some Rihanna.

You both jumped in the dark and attempted to sing along, then eventually were brought together at the bridge. You held each other so tight and didn’t let go even when the song was over.

That song is such a happy song, yet whenever you hear it, it makes you want to cry your eyes out. If only you weren’t such a coward, maybe you two would be together right now and living your lives filled with happiness; dancing your hearts out in the house you two shared.

Day 81

My Dearest Yn,

I had a really rough day today. I just wasn’t feeling it at all when I was at work, but I also didn’t want to go home because you wouldn’t be there to make me feel better. I probably shouldn’t be telling you things like this, it just fucks up everything, I think. I hope your day was better than mine and if it wasn’t, I hope this will make you feel better. It made me feel better buying them for you. Here’s your daily ‘I love you.’

I love you. And I’ll love you until the last flower dies.

Love, Jeonghan

You couldn’t believe that buying you a bouquet of flowers made his day better. But you did wonder what was wrong, and your first instinct was to call him and immediately check up on him, but you deleted his number. Well, you do have it memorized but you promised yourself you wouldn’t dare try to contact him unless it was an emergency.

You took the vase of flowers and put it by the window so it can live for as long as it can, secretly hoping they will never die.

It’s been five days and you haven’t received a letter. You thought that maybe it was just his schedule so he didn’t have time to send you anything. It shouldn’t really bother you because you wanted this in the first place.

However, five days soon became one week, then into two, then three, and now a month. You didn’t know what happened or what made him stop.

Did he meet someone new? Was he too busy? Was he trying to see if you would reach out to him? These questions led you up to where you were now; in front of his house.

Your heart rate increased with every step you took as you approached his front door. You took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. You waited a few seconds, thinking he was doing something. When there was no answer, you rang the bell again. You leaned onto the left side, putting most of your weight on your left leg and then switched it to the right side. Confused that there was no answer, you looked in the driveway and saw a car; it wasn’t Jeonghan’s car. You began to panic as you thought that maybe he did in fact meet someone new.

You slowly began to back away and return to your car before hearing the door open.

“YN?” You turned around to be met with the soft eyes of Chan, “What are you doing here?” You pondered about whether you should tell him the reason why you were there or just to make something up. Telling the truth was best right now.

“Oh, hi Chan. Uh, is Jeonghan around?” Chan pursed his lips, refusing to give you any information of the said man’s whereabouts. “Ah, I’m uh, I was just wondering where he is and if he’s okay. I don’t know if he told you or the rest of the guys, but he’s been writing me letters for almost four months and then they suddenly stopped. I just want to know if he’s okay.”

You took a deep breath before seeing a fire ignite in Chan’s eyes, “You want to know if he’s okay? Really? Your spoiled ass doesn’t get a letter for a month and now you come back thinking he’ll be here?” Hot tears were streaming down Chan’s face as you watched in shock, seeing Mingyu appear behind him with sadness in his eyes. “You want to know if he’s okay, YN?”

“Chan,” Mingyu reached for the youngest shoulder only for him to shake it off and step outside, into your personal bubble.

“No! She’s the reason! If he didn’t drop off those stupid letters, none of us would be mourning for him right now! You want to know what happened to Jeonghan? He crashed. He fucking crashed while trying to drop off your stupid letter. You didn’t deserve him!” Mingyu hugged Chan from behind, slowly dragging him back inside, “You didn’t deserve him!”

“I’m so sorry, YN. I think it’s best that you leave.” With that, Mingyu closed the door as you heard Chan’s ruffled cries through the walls.

Your ears couldn’t believe what they heard just moments ago. There is no way Jeonghan is gone, there’s no way.

You didn’t notice the tears falling down your face before the door opened again, this time meeting Joshua’s cold eyes.

“Here,” He held out a familiar envelope, “I know he wanted you to have this, so take it.” You softly took the envelope from his grasp.

“I’m so sorry Shua.” A small sob escaped past your lips as he nodded.

“Me too. Now go, but don’t drive with tears in your eyes. We can’t lose another, okay?” You nodded your head and attempted to slow your breathing down before saying goodbye and walking back to your car.

Looking at the envelope, you read the number on it; Day 88. You decided to open it, too impatient to wait until you got home. Ripping the fold, you took out the white paper and held your breath:

My Dearest YN,

I hope you have been taking care of the flowers I got you last week. Because if you didn’t then my love would be fading, but that’s impossible! I’m sure you noticed but one of them is fake hehe. That means that my love for you will never die. Even when I go to the grave, my love will go on and on. Like that one scene in that movie you showed me, I think it was called ‘A Walk to Remember’? Something along the lines of that. But it is true what they say. My love for you is like the wind, you can’t see it, but you can feel it.

Wow I’m writing like I’m never going to write to you again. But anyway, I’m just hoping you didn’t throw away the flowers because I want you to use those as a reminder that I’ll always love you. So here it is, your daily ‘I love you.’

I love you.

P.s. I felt extra happy today so I want you to feel happy when you read this :)

Love, Jeonghan

You slammed your hand on the steering wheel, letting out a cry of pain. The crumpled paper in your hand, hot tears of anger and sadness freely falling like a waterfall. You hated yourself. You absolutely regret everything that you have ever done. Chan was right. You didn’t deserve Jeonghan. You didn’t deserve his time, love, patience; none of it. He was a man who just wanted to love and he wanted to show it. You hated yourself with your every being because you should have just followed your heart and taken the risk, but now you had to pay the price and pain of being selfish. This letter hurt more than anything because even though it was unintentional to make it seem like a goodbye letter, it really felt like one.

Why couldn’t you just let him love you? Why couldn’t you just let yourself love him?

You were too young and immature to love a man like Jeonghan or to be loved by a man like him. Like Chan said, you didn’t deserve it.

As you continued to cry in the car, you didn’t see the eyes watching you from the window of the house. The eyes felt sorrowful that they did this to you, but they can’t bear to watch their friend be in pain any longer.

The three have switched off everyday for the past month to make sure Jeonghan doesn’t try to get out of the house to see you. They needed a way to get Jeonghan to stop persuing for someone who doesn’t want to put in the same effort as he is willing to do.

“Jeonghan, you know it was for the best.” The man refused to look at the younger ones in front of him, “Jeonghan, please say something. I gave them the letter like you wanted.”

“Yeah, you did give them that. Except forgetting to tell them the fact that I’m not dead. It wasn’t a big accident and I made a promise to them that I will always find a way, but all of you stopped it!”

Mingyu ran his fingers through his hair, “Do you not see what they were doing to you? I get that they may have loved you, but if they were too scared to admit it, then they didn’t love you enough to tell you. You shouldn’t have to punish yourself for something that isn’t your fault because your letters say that you’re okay when you’re not.”

Jeonghan stood up from his seat, glaring hard at his friends, “Stop saying that,” His voice cracked, “please.”

Chan stood up, meeting him and putting his hands on his shoulders, “Jeonghan, you can make the same memories with someone who will give the same amount of effort as you.”

He heard the words the younger was saying, but it didn’t process at all because one thing that he knows for sure is that he won’t ever dance the same like he did with you.

“I can’t Chan. I love them.”

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Silence and Cigarette Smoke

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Chapter 6: The Letters To A Ghost

788

(25th day of summer)

Mom,

I helped Natsu dig a grave for Lissana today. He was extremely adamant about it even though we were never able to retrieve her body. Not to mention that we already held a service for her weeks ago. He dug it by hand at her favorite lookout, told me he wanted her soul to rest where she would never miss the sun rise or set. The headstone he made her read "An angel who falls may now pass to the home of their gods. A forever sunrise to lighten the lives of the dark." It was beautiful Mama, Natsu worked really hard on it.

He didn't sleep in my dorm last night for the first time since we came home. I went by his room to check on him but I heard him crying. In all the years I've known Natsu, I've only seen that once, when we lost her initially. He sounded so sad, It broke my heart. I was too scared to go in so I left him for the night. I really miss her too.

Remembering your warm hugs,

Lucy.

(86th day of summer)

Dear Mom,

Today was really hard, I miss you.

It's been two months since I last wrote to you. Natsu went out on his first job since Lissana today. He wouldn't take me with him no matter how much I begged. He's never left me behind before, I know it was only one job, but it still stung. He barely speaks anymore, just follows me around silently. I feel like I'm losing my partner. Gray and Levy say I need to give him time and space, that he likes to grieve alone. I get that Mama, I really do, but he isn't the only one grieving. I feel like he died with her in the mine. I miss him too.

He still gave me some of the reward money even though he did the request alone. I wish he wouldn't, it feels like pitty. I don't want his pity, I just want to talk to him like I used too.

Mira is still having nightmares. I've been sleeping on the terrace by my room. Her crying breaks my heart and I fear it will never heal if I keep listening.

This was a bad letter, sorry Mom,

Lucy.

(43rd day of fall)

Mom,

I almost destroyed grandmother Anna's book today. The sight of it turns my stomach, and I haven't been able to open it yet. Natsu wouldn't let me ruin it though, he told me if it was gone the whole trip would be worth nothing. He's right, I know. I just want the hurt to stop.

Fall is here now, I love how the grounds look with all the autumn colors. Though I miss the pink cherry blossoms, they remind me of Natsu's hair, but I think his shade is fading too. He stresses too much. I think you would still like it.

Love always,

Lucy.

(58th day of winter)

Mama,

Today was good. It was Juvia's birthday. The guild held a small party for her, it was perfect considering the mourning mood that's dulled the air. There were smiles and cake, and everybody was laughing again, just like old times, I loved it. Gray asked her to be his girlfriend, finally. I think that's the part she loved the most. They're leaving on a mission that's supposed to take around four months. Knowing her, Juvia will treat every second like an extended honeymoon. She really was ecstatic mama, I wish you could have seen the joy on her face. I think everyone could feel it, I even saw Mira dancing slowly in the corner with her husband Laxus. She hasn't left her room since we told her what happened. I hope she's starting to feel like herself again. It's almost the new year, so maybe things will start to get better for everyone.

Natsu didn't show, of course. He hasn't been around much lately. He's always working alone or hiding around the castle where I can't find him, not even at our special clearing in the forest, the one he found me in. That's where he always used to hide. I haven't spoken much more than a sentence to him in weeks. I really miss him. Even with the happiness of today, I feel really alone again. He doesn't stay the night with me anymore.

Lucy.

(64th day of winter)

Dear Mom,

Gray and Juvia left on their job this morning. We all went down to the gate to wave them off. Even Natsu showed up, rare but welcomed. Gray is his best friend, and even though they haven't talked much either, I think he's going to miss him.

I asked Natsu if he wanted to take a job with me. It's been a while and I'm running out of money and I refuse to accept any more of his. I keep having to pick up extra shifts with the infirmary to keep up with my guild fees. He said no. I got mad and stormed off like a child.

He came to my room later in the night for the first time in months. I thought he was coming to tell me he changed his mind, that he wanted to take a request with me, though it ended up being the exact opposite. He came in yelling, spouting off that he couldn't take me on a job because I couldn't protect myself and he wasn't capable of doing it either. He rambled on for almost an hour, he's never yelled at me before, and mama he was screaming. But I decided I really didn't mind, its the most I've heard him speak in months. It wasn't near as bad as father used to make it. I was just happy to hear his voice again.

Merry Christmas,

Lucy.

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(74th day of winter)

Mama,

He's gone.

He really did it. He left me alone for real. And god Mama, winter is so cold without him.

He visited me last night, I woke to him sitting at the end of my bed. It startled me since he hadn't been back to my room since he came in yelling. He looked so sad, his lips were pressed together like he was scared to speak the words trapped in his head. He crawled up beside me, just sitting there staring as if he could see right through me. He was so close, I could feel the heat of his breath over my nose. His eyes so dark they blended with the night. Eventually, I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he didn't answer, instead, he leaned in closer. He tried to kiss me, but I moved away. I really couldn't believe it, that he would have the audacity to try something like that after months without so much as a word. This visit was my turn to yell. I said things I would have never imagined saying to him, to my favorite person alive.

I went to his room later, I felt so bad for how I had spoken to him, I wanted to apologize. When I got there his room was empty, mattress stripped clean and drawers pulled open and bare. I think he was trying to kiss me goodbye. I'm so scared he won't come back Mama. I think he really did die that day in the mine.

Lucy.

(76th day of spring)

Hey Mom,

Gray and Juvia came back today, half a month early. They ran into some trouble, a man with metal clawed gloves dipped in some sort of poison. Gray's okay, but Juvia is really sick. He says she hasn't woken for three days. He's really worried about her, I can tell from the way his hands shake. He hasn't left her bedside all day. It's sweet, but it reminded me of Natsu. I miss when he used to spend the night.

I haven't heard from him, not even a letter. I hope he's okay.

Love from your dearest,

Lucy.

(86th day of spring)

Dear Mom,

Spring always reminds me of you, I remember how much it was your favorite, even though I always preferred summer. I miss when we strolled the garden together and the only thing to worry about was not fraying my gown or scuffing my shoes.

Juvia still hasn't woken up yet, and I think Gray is starting to panic. He's going on lots of jobs, says he can't stay on the grounds too long or he starts to worry about her. I offered to be his new 'in-term' partner while he waits for her to get better. I really need to make some more money, and I don't think Natsu is coming back anytime soon.

We leave tomorrow morning and I'm kind of excited, I've never been on a job without Natsu before. I think it'll be a good chance to prove myself. I just hope this doesn't make me miss him any more than I already do.

Love,

Lucy.

(32nd day of summer)

Mama,

Working with Gray has been really nice. He's actually a lot more kind and sweet then his cold persona would suggest. I think I can see why Juvia likes him so much. Gray listens, he's a good holder of information, a place to vent. He's held me while I cried and talked me through my nonsense brain. Sometime's he even shares his cigarettes with me. He's a really good guy, and I can see how much he loves Juvia. I really hope she wakes up soon, Porlyusica started warning of impairments the longer she's unconscious.

I'm glad Gray has been so good to me, it's nice having a friend to talk too again. I know Levy's here too, but she's always busy with guild work. The rest of the members are all amazing and accepting but it's just not the same. I hope he doesn't forget about me, or how close we've gotten when Juvia wakes up.

I'm really worried about Natsu. Mira says he's never been gone this long without at least a letter. I've been reading as many of Fiore's damage and crime reports as I can get my hands on. I pray that all the flame-related incidents are him. It gives me hope that he's alive.

Lucy.

(84th day of summer)

Hi Mom,

It's been a really long time, Summer's almost over now.

Please Mama, don't judge me. I think I made a mistake. Gray and I went too far, we slept together. I gave him all my firsts, and I think he gave me some of his. I regret it all, and I can tell he does too. We had an awful day, our mission was a complete failure. We spent the night at some shabby inn, the bed smelled like rot but we honestly didn't care. We both cried after and pretended we couldn't hear one another. Juvia's been in a coma for almost half a year. I think he's trying to process the thought of actually losing her. I swear I could taste sadness on his lips. I think we're both grieving the loss of someone significant.

I thought about Natsu the entire time, I could picture all his scars over Gray's skin. I pretended his icy breath smelt of cinnamon and ash. It's been so long, but I still think about him every minute. I wish he had been the first to touch me. I love Gray, I really do, but not like that. My body feels dirty even after scrubbing my skin raw.

I can't pick out any damage or crime reports that I could even remotely relate to Natsu, and his mattress doesn't smell like him anymore either. I sleep there every night. If he's with you Mama, please take care of him.

I love you, so much,

Lucy.

(49th day of fall)

Dear Mom,

I asked Gray if he thought I should dig a metaphorical grave for Natsu. He told me I was crazy, said he would know if that 'cocky fire pit went out'. I hope he's right. We don't talk about what happened. Ever. We just pretend it never did.

I've been studying telepathy, and I'm getting pretty good. And yes, I learned it from great grandmother's book. I finally opened it. I feel dirty knowing the thoughts of my teammates sometime's so I don't use it often, however, my new favorite trick is dream diving. I do it to Gray when we're out on missions and he's gone to bed for the night. I hope he doesn't feel violated, his dreams aren't very interesting anyway. The only constant is the cold. Don't ask me how somebody dream's in temperatures, he just does.

Other time's though, I try to reach Natsu. I'm not really sure how far my range is and I have no reason to believe it could ever reach him. I still try though.

Lucy.

(73rd day of fall)

Mama,

Juvia woke up. I'm not sure if this is good or bad news. She's unresponsive, constantly staring at the ceiling. Porlyusica says there's a good chance of more function after a few days. But the sight of her, so sunken and lifeless is nothing less than disturbing. It's shattering Gray's heart, and watching it shatters mine. He won't eat, it's been four days. I don't want to lose another friend. This year has been the worst.

Job requests are coming in fewer and fewer, all of Fiore is under such a heated eye. Royal guards on every corner, in every continent. It's nerve-racking to hire mages while under constant watch, and nearly impossible for said mages to complete missions unsaved. The streets are war zone's, the anti-magic forces haven't been this strong since the initial banning or the day you died. One day, I want to fix it, this awful divide of man and man. I tell myself your death wasn't for nothing. I hope nobody dies for nothing. Too much of valuable human life is wasted. Humanity is cruel I suppose.

Your's truly,

Lucy.

(50th day of Winter)

Mom,

A very merry Christmas to you, and to Natsu. I hope he's with you and not lost in the stars. Things have been getting better. Juvia is up and talking, she can even walk around a bit with a sturdy shoulder from Gray. My heart hasn't felt relief like this in far too long, I feel like it could burst. I couldn't help but cry when I saw Gray smile again. All it took was Juvia's mangled stutter of his name. It was such a pure smile, like he had decided to donate his soul to her. I don't blame him, Juvia is an amazing woman. I feel like I stabbed her in the back and I don't think the guilt for my excursion with Gray will ever go away. I wonder if he plans to tell her. I thought about doing it myself, but it feels unfair to confess how another tried to mend their grieving heart.

It's almost been an entire year since he left. I don't think I really believe that he's dead but sometime's it's easier to lie about it. Natsu showed me a whole new world, took my hand and cherished me with such open arms. I can deny it all I want, but I know I fell in love with him, his every feature is burned against the inside of my skull. If he really is gone, I won't forget him, but I think I'll be okay eventually.

Sending you love filled with holiday warmth,

Lucy.

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Hello I love your work Can I requested 16, jasonette, with a happy ending please? Have a nice day

Prompt 16: “I’m sorry, but…I don’t remember you.” Jasonette.

This took forever and a day, and I do apologize. HOWEVER, I had to figure out how to make this happy at the end. Hope I did a good job with it.

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He felt like someone had twisted a knife into his chest as he looked down at her. He was holding her wrists, confused and frightened himself. He wasn’t sure who she was or what she wanted. The only thing he knew was she looked devastated, and was sobbing her pretty eyes out... and it made him want to cry, too, for some reason.

She was so tiny compared to his hulking frame of six feet, two inches. She didn’t even come up to his shoulder, stopping more at his sternum. She had black hair that fell loosely around her heart-shaped face, a cute button nose and a pair of soft-looking lips finished it off.

Jason knew he wouldn’t sleep well for a while. Her eyes would haunt him.

Those soft grey-blue eyes were full of anger, sorrow, and betrayal. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Those eyes were begging him to do something, but what? He didn’t know what he could do. He didn’t know how to make her feel better. He didn’t even know her.

But apparently she knew him.

“Jason… Jason, please! It’s me, Jase! It’s Marinette! Why are you looking at me like that?” Her begging voice was absolutely broken, garbled with sobs.

“I’m sorry… but I don’t remember you,” he told her softly. “I’m really sorry.”

He repeated over and over that he didn’t remember who she was, but all it did was make her look more desperate — and the more Jason’s heart shattered in his chest.

He wasn’t sure why he was so affected by her tears. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to care about her. Jason hadn’t cared about anyone in years, save for maybe Dick.

“But Jason… Jase… Why did you stop answering me? Why are you pretending like you don’t know me? You were my best friend… I loved you. I loved you, Jason. Hell, I thought I still loved you! I was so excited to see you because I knew you, I love you!”

Jason winced, the ache in his chest growing.

“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry…”

Eventually, the sobbing woman was pulled away by a black-haired woman with the most vicious looking eyes he’d ever seen. Her lips were pulled into a snarl as she addressed him, clearly not afraid of him despite being about a foot smaller than him.

She gently wrapped her arms around Marinette and guided her away from him, which filled Jason with relief as well as extreme apprehension.

The dark-haired man was relieved — he no longer had to stop this foreign woman from hugging him, nor did he have to deal with her tears. But Jason was also apprehensive. This Marinette woman knew too much about him to be a stranger to him.

She knew he loved classic literature. She knew his favorite subject in school was English. She knew he wrote poetry. She knew he loved Alfred like his own grandfather, that Alfred had taught him to cook. She knew his favorite type of baked goods were conchas because they were sweet and slightly crispy. She knew that Dick had bought him the Lord of the Rings novels for his birthday (and Jason had cried over it). She also knew that he had a collection of works written by Edgar Allen Poe… and claimed to be the one to have given it to him for his twelfth birthday.

Jason could feel himself trembling a little bit as fear clawed at his chest. No one could have known that unless they talked to either Jason himself or Dick. Dick wasn’t there. Dick was in Bludhaven. Dick couldn’t have talked to her.

He doubted that Bruce or Alfred would have told anyone private information like that either.

He needed to go home. He needed to find that collection, needed to know the truth.

Jason rushed past Bruce and the tide of people around him. He let his feet carry him towards the exit, forgotten voices ringing in his ears. He burst through the door, sprinting out into the busy street.

He took a few gulps of air as he adjusted to the sunlight, his lungs burning as frigid air entered. Because he was looking frantically for a cab or anything else that could take him home, he could barely hear his name being shouted until a hand grabbed his wrist.

Jason spun around, ready to fight. His other fist flew towards the person who grabbed him, but the person was faster than him. They had released his wrist and dodged his swing.

"Jason, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?!" an annoyed voice snapped. "Bruce is going to call Dick at this rate!"

Jason blinked a few times before he was able to refocus. He noted the speaker had chin-length black hair and cobalt blue eyes. He recognized the face as his replacement, one Timothy Drake.

"Jason! What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jason shook his head violently, feeling his throat closing up. How could she have known all of that? How did she know him? Why didn't he remember her? Why couldn't he figure this out?

A horrible laughter rang in his ears.

Why can't you remember, Boy Blunder?

Why can't you remember, little bird?

Did Uncle J hit you too hard?

I know you're tougher than that!

C'mon, you're the Bat's junior detective! Can't you figure out anything?

Then again, you didn't realize your mummy dearest was working for Uncle J—

Then everything went black.

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When he woke up, a pair of concerned green eyes was gazing down at him.

Green eyes? No one in his family aside from him had green eyes. He blinked a few times before noting the person also had bright red hair. Confusion littered his thoughts as he struggled to remember where he was and what had happened. He tried to sit up, but two quick hands stopped him, gently pushing back down on his chest.

“Easy there, Jay. You fainted on the sidewalk. Timmy and Diana brought you home, and I brought Dickie back home. We were really worried about you.” This voice was familiar.

Ah, that would explain it.

Wally must have been visiting Dick in Bludhaven. Once Dick heard that something had happened to him, he must have asked the speedster to bring him back to Gotham. Wally, being Dick’s best friend, would have brought him without question. The only remaining question to be answered at the moment would be Dick’s whereabouts, and why Wally was the one sitting with him.

A few bangs and a crash later, his elder brother came barreling into the room. Dick was a mess, only in his pajamas and his hair an absolute mess. He looked stressed, dark bags under his eyes making him look like a raccoon. His familiar sky-blue eyes found Jason, and once he realized he was awake, Dick raced over to him.

“Little wing!” Dick breathed, hugging his little brother tight. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

Jason looked around in confusion as he spotted Tim and Diana walking into the room. Tim’s face was paler than normal and his eyes were narrowed, as if he were trying to solve the most difficult puzzle he’d ever encountered. Diana looked relieved to see him awake, giving him a gentle smile. They both waited for Dick to be done fussing over Jason to speak.

“I’m glad to see you’re alright, Jason,” Diana said softly. “You gave Tim quite a scare when you fell on him.”

“Who was that woman, Jason?” Tim asked. “The one who tried to hug you. The one who was crying.”

Jason’s blood turned cold as he remembered just what he’d been thinking about before he spiralled.

“Dick, I need you to get something out of my old room,” he whispered. “I need you to get a book. The collection of Edgar Allen Poe’s works.”

“Little wing, are you sure? Don’t you want to rest—”

“Dick, the book. It’s important.”

Dick gave him a confused look but went to fetch the book. Once Dick had left the room, Jason turned his attention towards Tim.

“You’re tech-savvy, aren’t you, Tim? Do you think you could find records or traces of an old email account of mine? One I had before the Joker canned me?” Jason asked, trying to control his racing heart.

“...Depending on the server and whether or not they’ve wiped it, maybe,” Tim replied hesitantly, chewing on his lip. “I could try.”

“Please?”

Tim grabbed his laptop. For the next ten minutes, the only things audible were the tapping of keys on the keyboard and the blood roaring in his ears. Jason remained silent as he waited for Dick to return with his book.

He needed to see it, needed to see the inside cover. The inside cover would, at the very least, give him a starting point to go off of. He didn’t need to panic just yet.

Dick came back a few moments later with the well-loved and worn book. He went to hand it to Jason, but paused as he noticed his brother’s hands were now shaking violently.

“Little wing...what’s wrong?”

“Dick, open the cover.”

“Jason—”

“Just open the fucking cover, Dick! Read to me what’s on the inside!”

Dick slowly opened the cover, not understanding what the hell was going on. Why would there be something on the inside cover? Did Jason write a note there? Was there something hidden or taped there? Did it have anything to do with what had happened to Jason earlier?

His eyes locked onto the message, written in red ink, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Dear Jason, I hope this present gets to you on time. I don’t know how long it takes mail to get to Gotham from Paris, so I apologize if it’s late. I also hope this is the correct copy! I wanted to send you macrons, but Maman said that would be very hard and there’s lots of rules. You’ll have to come back to Paris again if you want more of our macrons. I miss you a lot. I hope I’ll get to see you again soon!

Happy twelfth birthday!

Love, Marinette.”

Jason covered his face with both hands and moaned.

“God, I did know her…”

Tim and Dick exchanged a look with each other before asking Jason about what had happened. Jason launched into his explanation of how the young woman had called his name and ran up to him. She’d tried to hug him, but Jason had grabbed her and not allowed her to touch him. She said her name was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and according to her, they had met when Bruce took him to Paris for a business trip.

“She knew personal details about me,” Jason choked. “I knew she couldn’t be a stranger because she knew stuff that only Dick would know about me. She told me she gave me that book for my birthday. She told me she wrote a note in it...and it’s there. It’s really there. I knew her… I knew her before the Joker killed me.”

“...That’s why she was crying,” Tim said quietly, putting the pieces together. “You didn’t remember her.”

Jason nodded, feeling his body go numb.

“I tried remembering. I tried, but I remembered him instead.”

Dick gave Jason’s shoulder a comforting squeeze as he continued.

“I must have spiralled from there. Did you find my email, Tim?”

Tim nodded before replying, “You emailed back and forth for a few years. You have over forty emails from… from after you died.”

Jason gestured for the computer, and Tim handed it to him. He sat up more before looking at everyone in the room.

“Can I be left alone? I want to read these.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Dick asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. “What if another email sets you off again?”

“Then just one of you stay with me. I want to try to remember her. I need to.”

Tim saw the look on Dick’s face and quickly grabbed Wally’s arm. He gestured to Diana, and the three left Dick and Jason alone in the living room. Tim knew that Dick was going to try and dig into this, and he wanted to be nowhere near them when Jason exploded. He suggested that they all go get some cookies from Alfred, and that Diana should distract Bruce when he came home.

“Why is it so important that you remember her?” Dick asked quietly. “This could dig up things—”

“I have to, Dick.”

“Jason, you don’t have to do anything.”

“Yes, I do!”

“No, you don’t!”

“YOU WEREN’T THERE, DICK!”

The older man took a step back, slightly shocked about Jason’s outburst. He knew the young man had had an emotional night, but he wasn’t expecting this at all.

“You weren’t there,” Jason hissed. “You didn’t see her. She looked so betrayed, scared… sad. She looked like I’d ripped her heart out of her goddamn chest, Dick. Her friend glared at me when she led her away. She was sobbing, and it wasn’t fake. You can’t fake that shit.”

Tears stung his eyes as he barely managed to choke out his next words. “She said she loves me, Dick. She loves me, and I don’t remember who she is. I need to find out who she was to me. I feel like she was important. Really important.”

Dick fell silent. Jason watched his big brother rub his eyes and sigh in exhaustion, before sitting down beside him. He wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder in his brotherly way before telling him that he was here for him, no matter what the emails said.

Jason nodded grimly before going back to the beginning.

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It didn’t work.

He still couldn’t recall who Marinette Dupain-Cheng was.

Reading their emails felt like reading through someone else’s letters, not his.

He couldn’t recall inside jokes that they had shared.

He couldn’t recall the events that they had shared together.

He couldn’t recall the emotions attached to the emails.

She felt like someone completely separate from him, as if the Jason Todd who existed before the Joker’s crowbar was someone completely separate from the Jason after.

But he knew more about her.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was kind.

She was supportive.

She was creative.

She was intelligent.

She was a problem solver.

She was the kind of person Jason Todd had always respected, the one who put others' needs before her own. She was the one who came to save the day. She was the one who would come up with a creative solution to a seemingly impossible problem. She was the one who would listen to your concerns genuinely and soothe your fears. She was the person who loved so fiercely no matter how many times her heart had been hurt.

The Jason Todd that was here and now could not remember who Marinette Dupain-Cheng was, but he wanted to change that.

And damn whoever came in his way.

Tim had hunted down her phone number and gave it to him. The only thing left to do now was for Jason to call her. He hoped he could still make this right.

From her emails, Marinette did seem like a good person, and Jason couldn’t help but feel terrible that he’d hurt her. He knew he couldn’t get his memories back, but he could make new ones. Hopefully, she’d give him the chance to do that.

He held his cellphone in a vice grip as it rang.

“Hello?”

“Hello...my name is Jason Todd. When I was fifteen years old, I was in a car accident that nearly killed me. I lost… I lost a good chunk of my memories of things that had happened before that. I found your note in my book… and I found our emails.”

Jason could hear the intake of breath on the other end of the phone. He could also hear muffled sounds, and he prayed that she wasn’t crying again.

“I’m really sorry, Marinette. I don’t remember you, and I can’t get those memories back. The only thing I can do is apologize and hope that you’ll let me make new memories with you,” he said, his voice strained.

“I’m sorry I dropped off the face of the earth. I’m sorry that we had to meet this way. I’m sorry that I still don’t remember you even after reading all of our emails… but I want to change that.”

“How? How can you change that?” Her broken voice replied.

“By seeing you again. This… this isn’t going to be easy,” he warned her. “This is going to be hard. But you are a good person. You answered my emails with such kindness and compassion. You always took care to think about my needs and feelings — you’re the kind of person I’d want as a friend. I want to restart, if you’re willing.”

A broken sob echoed on the other end before a watery voice replied, “Hi...my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m twenty years old. I work for Style Queen in New York City as an apprentice designer.”

A smile broke out on Jason’s face as he said, “Hi, Marinette. My name is Jason Todd. I’m twenty-one years old. I work freelance security in Gotham City. It’s very nice to meet you.”

#jasonette #maribat #prompts #kan writes some things #kan answers an ask #long post

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The Letters

My first bit of writting on here! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Some people’s letters are more important than anything else.

They’d written to you every single day. Every day they handed in their pile of letters for you and every week, you’d rush to the front door as Polly accepted the post, eagerly anticipating what they’d sent. You’d sit in front of the fire, clinging onto every single word like it was your lifeline.

You quickly grew a steady pile of letters from your brothers. You had a pile for John’s letters – telling you jokes and stories from his trench – a pile for Arthur – full of bedtime stories and doodles – and a pile for Tommy’s – shorter but so much more precious. Every single letter you got reassured you that they were still alive, still fighting and still missing you. Each piece of paper was carefully laid out; the date in one corner, your address in the other, their scrawl of writing taking up the rest of the space.

One week, the postman dropped off the post and Polly only handed you two letters instead of the usual three. You felt your heart drop as you took them and trudged over to the fire, refusing to cry. Polly and Ada watched as you sadly opened the letters, scanning them quickly and then looking up to your aunt.

“Where’s John’s letter?”

Polly sighed and sat down. “I don’t know, y/n. Maybe the shipment got delayed. He is a lot further out then Tommy and Arthur, sweetheart.”

You weren’t convinced. “Yeah, maybe.”

Several days went past and there were still no letters from John. You didn’t mention anything in the letters you ‘wrote’ back (Polly wrote them for you, you dictated) as you didn’t want to worry them, but it was always in the back of your mind. At night you would re-read the previous letters John had sent you, calming your worry enough to try and sleep.

As time ticked on, Polly had noticed your excitement at the letters dwindling, no longer clinging to them as you once did. She’d written to Arthur, asking if he knew anything about where or what John was doing, but he’d written back saying he had no clue. If Ada and Finn had noticed the lack of letters from John, they’d wisely kept their mouths shut, not wanting to upset you further.

It was three weeks later when the postman knocked on the door, an army of letters from John in his bag. Polly smiled as you delved into the pile, calling her over to help you read the first one.

‘My dearest y/n,

Sorry it’s taken so long for the letters to arrive; the post office was bombed and as a result, all shipments in my area were delayed (I hope that doesn’t mean you love me any less!). I hope to make up for it was a stupid amount of letters and drawings.

I love you loads, bug.

Hope to see you soon,

John’

The receiving and sending of letters had gone back to normal after that. When it came around to Arthur’s birthday, you sent him a package of food, books and some photos of you, Ada and Finn, laughing and smiling. You and Polly even managed to sneak in his favourite alcohol, attaching a note saying not to drink it all at once.

When you’d heard about the war ending, you’d burst into happy tears, clinging to Ada tightly as she hugged you back tightly, spinning you around. No more letters, no more missing them. They were coming home.

A week later you were stood on the train platform, hand in Ada’s, watching as the train rolled in, soldiers bolting from the carriages before it’d even stopped to hug their loved ones tightly.

You were the first one to spot them, ripping your hand from Ada’s and running towards them, dodging through the crowds. You squealed as John caught you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you around as Ada collided with Tommy and Arthur caught Finn. John kissed your forehead, holding you to him tightly as Tommy hugged a crying Ada and Arthur chatted with Finn.

You clung to your brother tightly, refusing to let go even as you walked home, content in his arms.

From then on, you and John were even closer than before. Yes, he annoyed you, ratted you out to Finn on occasion and teased you, but those few weeks thinking he was dead had terrified you and you wanted to cling to him forever and ever.

But on that fateful Christmas morning, you watched him be ripped from you once again. He’d pushed you out the way as the mafia fired at the three of you, bullets raining down around you. You’d fallen over as John pushed you, barely stopping your fall.

But you’d still seen the bullets hit him.

You still saw him die right in front of you.

Your big brother, dead.

You’d forced yourself to crawl over to him, clinging to his dead body tightly even as Esme ran out screaming, holding you tightly as you sobbed. Blood stained your hands, your clothes but you took no notice. You refused to let go even as Tommy and Arthur arrived, holding his cold hand in yours as you shook. Tommy had crouched down next to you, gently pulling you away and into his arms even as you screamed and cried for your dead brother.

When the time came, you carefully placed your letters in the wagon, making sure they were perfectly placed. You kissed his head one last time, feeling the tears threatening to fall. You let out a slow breath, wanting just a minute longer with him, not wanting this to be the last time you ever saw him.

Slowly, you stood up, reluctantly letting go of John’s hand. You stole one more glance around his wagon, your vision blurring as you caught sight of a photo of the two of you from a year ago. You were smiling as John kissed your forehead, his arms tightly wrapped around you.

A sob fell from your lips and you bowed your head as you cried, the pain overwhelming you. Finn, who had been stood outside, came in and hugged you tightly, stroking your head as you cried in front of the one person you wanted more than anything. Together, you stepped out the wagon, closing the door behind you and locking it, stealing one last glance at John.

As you stood in the field, Tommy’s arm around you tightly, you held onto the few letters you’d chosen to keep. The ones which meant the most. The ones which had eased your nerves, made you smile. Made you feel loved.

You never let go of the letters as the fire engulfed the wagon, as bullets flew through the air once again.

They were all you had left of the one person you loved the most.

Besides, in the end, all we are a few words on a page.

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders #John shelby #Shelby sister #Shelby sis #john shelby x reader

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8th of May (Echoes of the Past 9: First loves)

Characters: Hande Kuura, Salma Kuura, Sargon Hakimi, Helena Kuura (mentioned), Sardar Gul (mentioned), Afsoun Gul (mentioned), Armas Vuorimaa (mentioned), Paavo Kuura (mentioned), Hugo Kuura (mentioned) & Taika Kuura (mentioned)

Content warnings: some profanities, mention of blood & death

Words: ~3 300

@arcana-echoes

[Extracts from Hande's diary – she writes alternately in Karnassian and Hongas; also letters]

17th April 828, Vesuvia

I think I'm going slightly mad... Today amme Afsoun summoned me to the shop after the post was delivered: I received a letter. Since I've only been in Vesuvia for two weeks, I was sure it was from home – not many people know I'm currently here. I don't wish everyone to know each and every move I make, so I appreciate that even Salma has kept her mouth shut. And speaking of the Devil, the letter was from her. Amme didn't want any help with the shop, so I went upstairs immediately, back to ”my” reading haunt (I just love that turquoise armchair...) to read what the Monkey had to say this time. I include the letter below:

15th April 828, Karnassos

My dearest Gorilla,

I hope you’re enjoying your time with Amme in Vesuvia. I’m still a little nettled that I got this stupid flu and couldn’t go with you - I miss Vesuvia’s marketplace and Amme. Don’t worry, I’m still happy for you; you get to see the Flower Festival and learn some awesome magic. You must show me, when you get back home!

Luckily, I no longer have a fever, but my throat is still sore and I feel tired all the time. Baba cheers me up by drawing beautiful pictures of animals and flowers - I’ve hanged the drawings on my wall! Äiti is quite busy with her clothing commissions, but in the evenings she comes to play chess with me. Otherwise I’m reading and daydreaming and listening to that music box - thank you for sending it to me! It has brought me a lot of joy!

By the way, Sargon visited here yesterday. He wanted to see you and was quite disappointed when he heard that you are visiting Amme. I bet my bottom daric he has a crush on you… ;) And don’t claim anything else, I’ve seen earlier, how he looks at you! You’d be a daft for not noticing that! He’ll be one lucky guy if you two started to date. Yeah, yeah, he’s handsome and kind and all… but we both know, which one of you is the awesome one! ;)

I’m not going to tease you anymore, I just want you to be happy, that’s all! But for now, make the most of your trip in Vesuvia! And please, write me as soon as you can.

Your oh, so darling sister,

Salma the Monkey

Yeah, she still mixes Karnassian and Hongas in one letter, but well, I find it fun – at least it'd be quite difficult for an outsider to read it. Good luck with two different alphabets, hah! But holy shit, I still can't believe that last part: Sargon has visited our home to see ME? And he was DISAPPOINTED, because I wasn't there??? Is Salma messing with me? But why would she – she may be even more mischevious than me, but she isn't mean. Oh, now I regret I told her I had fallen for a CHILDHOOD FRIEND... I'm so stupid... But what if Salma's right? What if Sargon has a crush on me? No, it can't be it... He's handsome, kind and rich... He's practically the most wanted boy of our age – many parents even try to arrange their children to get engaged with him. He's only 15, turns 16 in a couple of months... Argh, Salma, why did you make me confused?!

To be entirely honest, I still miss her. I've said it before, but I really am also nettled that she wasn't able to come with me – the carriage trip would've not been so boring if she was there keeping me company. Well, at least I got my books... Oh, speaking of books, I hope my package is delivered in time! Tomorrow is baba's birthday and I found a perfect book for him. I still hope he likes it – it's a little sad to be away during his big day, but oh well... Luckily he turns 41, so it's not anything too special... Ugh, I just can't stop thinking about Sargon, damn him! And damn me, now I hope I never get home, I'm going to be so screwed... Luckily I know a spell for invisibility so I can just avoid everyone if needed. Or I can escape to Hjalle, vaari¹ can keep me safe, heh.

Amme has already fallen asleep. I try to follow suit. Good night!

7th May 828, Karnassos

I'm really going mad! I must be imagining everything and I'll find out that I really am in a mental asylum... So much has happened after I returned back home. Äiti, baba and Salma surprised me on my birthday and brought me breakfast to bed. I also didn't have to attend agha Akhtar's lessons, he even made me a birthday card! I was really surprised he took the time – usually he just brings some sweets (and even that's so kind from him!). But that wasn't all: in the afternoon that day, Sargon came to say hi and he gave me a present! I didn't know he even remembers my birthday – he's a little absent-minded when it comes to birthdays or other important dates. He gave me a drawing set with pencils and a sketchbook with fine paper – it really felt too much... Of course the Monkey teased me THE WHOLE DAY after that so I might have hexed her... Nothing serious! She just couldn't remember where she did put her things for the rest of the day.

Yesterday wasn't any special, but today Sargon visited AGAIN. I'm a little mad at baba that he let him in... I just... Now I feel like äiti and baba also have figured out something and they have this conspiracy with Salma to try to play matchmakers for me... It feels so awkward... And now I really suspect it's just some kind of a sick joke and Sargon is plotting with them... Sargon asked me especially to go out with him – usually we go with Salma together, since they're also friends. I didn't have the courage to say no so I went. It was fun, actually: we were wondering along the bazaar, feeding stray animals and later Sargon took my to their estate to see his horse. She is beautiful, her name is Zeka – the wind. Their stablemaster even let me to ride with her. It was nice, although I was a little nervous, since I haven't ridden that much.

Well, when the sun set, Sargon walked me home (or more like offered a carriage ride – it's so strange how rich his family is, having their own carriages). When we were in front of my doorstep, he even opened the door for me! And when I said him goodbye and was going to open the door, he KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK! And he just left, without saying anything more!!! I just ran straight to my room and to my embarrassment I need to admit I screamed on one of my pillows so Salma or my parents woldn't hear me. I just can't believe it really happened... I love his smile and the way he fiddles his fingers when he's concentrated and... He can't feel the same for me, he just can't! I'm not that special (I can do magic, but that's about it)... Everyone says how Salma is the beautiful one, although she'll just turn 13 in a few days... I'm just a weirdo who happened to inherit the ”exotic” look from my äiti...

I don't think I'll get much sleep next night. Maybe I try to read or probably brew some calming potion, if I can concentrate enough... My life is a mess...

8th May 828, Karnassos

I can't believe it. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!! Me and Sargon... We are a couple now!!! I feel like I'm in a wonderful dream and at any moment I might wake up. Today, when I was at the marketplace to buy new yarns and check if our bookseller had any new additions to their collection, I met Sargon again. My hands started sweating immediately and his face just lit up and he smiled so widely after he noticed me. I thought I must overreact and that's just how a friend would react... Well, he asked me to come to their place, he was trying to find a way to catch the cool air and push the warm air out and it could be used at homes. It was really fascinating, seeing his drawings and miniatures – he understands the physics way better than I do, but I could help him with chemistry. I'm sure he's going to be an engineer when he grows up!

But yeah, he always kept touching me a little: holding my hand, putting his hand on my back, even stroking my cheek. I thought I would explode! But still, I kept on thinking that I'm just imagining and overanalyzing and that was nothing... We talked and laughed and well, I even met the mayor (he's Sargon's uncle). I was so nervous, I've never met him like this before, only Sargon's parents. He told me he had heard about me and my sister, because Sargon has talked about us a lot during these years. The mayor of Karnassos KNEW ABOUT MY EXISTENCE??? Holy shit... But back to the matter at hand (I just can't help my mind, it keeps racing...): I spent the whole day at Hakimis, I even ate dinner with them.

Then Sargon again suggested that he'd escort me on my way home. Unlike usual, our carriage trip was spent in silence. It made me a little uneasy – I feared that I had disappointed Sargon somehow and that he was mad at me... Later, about halfway through the trip he suddenly took my hand in his. Then he just said my name and then he KISSED ME. Not on the cheek, but on the LIPS!!! I thought like I was struck by a lightning and luckily I was sitting, for I'm sure my legs would've given out if I was standing... After that we just kept staring each other, until I finally mustered my courage and whispered the words I had wanted to say for a long time: ”I love you.” He answered that he loves me too... The rest of the trip he came to sit next to me and we just hugged each other. I wished that the trip would never end, but eventually it did... Sargon opened the door for me again, but before I could get home, he kissed my hand. I also felt his stare in my back, until I turned around and waved him goodbye. But well, when I finally had floated to my room, I looked out the window and he was still there! He wanted to see I got there safely – what a moron, I was at my home already. xD But yes, I still found it cute.

He loves me. He really loves me...

22nd December 828, Karnassos

My dearest Ray of light,

Words can't describe, how much I miss you right now. Still, I'm happy you get the chance to spend some time with your family from your mother's side. I actually wish we'd also celebrate Midwinter Feast, it sounds so nice. Maybe I should ask mum if we could do that too next year...

Things here are the same: baba is always working and mama tries to entertain herself with dinner parties and theatre visits. I'm working on my studies and that ”ventilation system”. I hope I get it ready soon, it would be wonderful to try to test it! How's your short story doing? I really loved the previous one, it made me laugh so much! Do you let me read your next one when you get back home?

By the way, how's your family doing? I hope they are fine and your celebrations are going like planned. Is Salma still up to mischief? Well, I can imagine you'd be her partner of crime so Hjalleans and Forestian should keep their guard up! And let's pretend I'm not interested in your antics, but please, if you make any good jokes during your stay there, you must tell me when you get back!

I'm sorry that I'm not that good at words... You're so talented with them that I get nervous when I need to answer your letters. I can't do them justice and it makes me a little sad. I still keep trying for you, I really want to make you happy by writing back to you. You have made me so happy during these months and I really miss your voice and laughter and clever remarks.

Have a great Midwinter Feast! I send you lots of hugs and kisses! Remember, that I love you more than anything!

Forever yours,

Sargon

28th December 828, Hjalle

My lovely King²,

Thank you for your last letter! You don't need to worry about your writing – your letters always bring me great joy and I'll cherish them forever! I also miss you greatly, although I'm enjoying my time in Hjalle. It's been snowing for the last few days and the view when I look out of the window is spectacular! I made a drawing about it in my sketchbook – I hope I managed to capture the atmosphere...

My family is doing fine, thank you for asking! Baba and äiti enjoy the chance to relax, and vaari as well as Paavo-eno entertain me and Salma with playing funny games and of course we've played with our cousins, too. Erkki is 12 and Marjatta is 11, but they still are fun to be with and it's also nice to see our other uncles and aunt and their children. It's a little crowded here since the whole family is here, but in a good way.

Well, my short story is still a work in progress, but I guess I can show you some parts of it when we get back to Karnassos. And hah, I won't admit anything about making mischief! How could you even think of that of us, we are just little angles (heh)? I'm also very happy for you, I'm sure you'll get your invention ready soon!

I'm sorry about your baba. It must get lonely for you and your mama if he's not home very often... I wish I could do something to help for your situation... What if I make a potion for him that makes him stay at home and you slip it into his drink or something? Well, I don't think that's really very ethical thing to do... Maybe your mama should try to talk with him? And you, as well. I know it can be hard, but maybe he'll take more time for you if he learns that both of you feel lonely...

Although I've enjoyed my time in Hjalle, I really miss you, too. To be honest, I still get a little confused sometimes, about the fact that you're really with me. It's just like from a fairytale! Well, without the wicked witch part (there are just a few magicians, and they're harmless). But yeah, I really miss your cute eyes, babbling about your inventions and our trips together... Just remember, that we come back in two weeks, so it isn't that long time anymore (although for me, it feels like eternity).

I need to stop now, Taika asked me to join the dinner. Take care, lots of hugs and kisses! I love you very much!

Forever yours,

Hande

20th June 829, Karnassos

My love,

I hope the courier delivers this to you soon. I want to warn you: stay away from the Count of Vesuvia. He's dangerous. I won't say anymore until we meet face to face, but you will hear soon, that my uncle has died. That bastard killed him, because my uncle dared to complain that he stole our city's food storages. He's going to claim that my uncle was a demon, and that's why he killed him, but I don't believe it! Well, I guess you'd have known if he was a demon for real, since you're a magician...

But please, my mama is hysterical and baba is worried as well. They fear that the Count's army is going to occupy Karnassos because of this. We don't know how the Shah reacts to this... If the Count or his soldiers are in your neighbourhood, don't go near them. I don't want to lose you, too... We're staying at home just in case, so the Count can't think we're planning an uprising...

Please, stay safe, all of you! I love you!

Forever yours,

Sargon

27th June 829, Karnassos

Salma is dead... My little sister is dead... I don't want to talk about it...

15th November 829, Karnassos

It's over. My and Sargon's story I mean. I can't believe how he can be so cruel and heartless!!! I met him today at the park. He wanted to make out, but I didn't feel like it and he started to sulk like a little brat... How can I just ignore that we were meeting at the place where me and Salma used to play together for all these years? I didn't sleep well last night, I saw nightmares again... I must've screamed, because baba came into my room and woke me up. He stayed with me until I fell asleep... But yeah, I wanted to talk about my nightmares with Sargon, but he wouldn't listen. He just told me to think of something else. Something else??? He didn't see my sister crushed under the hooves of those BEASTS and he didn't have my sister's blood on his hands AGAIN!!! IT HAUNTS ME EVERY DAY AND I GET SICK!!!

I tried to ignore it and then suggested if we walk a little. I held his hand which seemed to make him a little happier. We just walked and neither of us talked for a long time, but then Sargon opened his stupid mouth, ”Look, Hande... My love... It's been four months since Salma died. You can't be sad all the time, it's giving me the creeps. Could you give me even a little smile?” I was shocked. How dared he?! MY SISTER HAS DIED, IT WAS THAT DICKHEAD'S FAULT, ÄITI AND BABA ARE CRYING ALL THE TIME AND I HAVE NIGHTMARES AND GET ANXIETY ATTACKS EVERY FUCKING DAY, AND I SHOULD SMILE A LITTLE BECAUSE HE'S GETTING THE CREEPS??? I yanked my hand away and just stared at him. Then something snapped in my head and I started to shout at him, everything I've been keeping in my chest for all these months. I also called him a spoiled brat who doesn't know anything about real life. I don't regret saying that, he was asking for it...

Sargon got alarmed and tried to calm me down, but I didn't want him to touch me. I told him I was not his plaything and that since he couldn't even respect my grief, he didn't earn my smile. I dumped him and told him to stay away from me or I would curse him. He looked like he wanted to say something, but then he looked at my face and left with tail between his legs. I just ran home and started crying when I finally got here... Shit, I'm still crying... He betrayed me... I love Sargon and he betrayed me too... I thought that he would stay by my side... Well, I guess he's just like those others, who just ditched me because I didn't play their clown anymore!!! Fucking traitors... At least Azita is still my friend... If she left me, I couldn't take it anymore...

I feel like shit... I hate myself, because I wasn't good enough for anyone... Not for Salma, not for my so-called ”friends” and now, not for Sargon... Love is just a trap to make you suffer! I was stupid to give my heart to that slimy snob... Well, like agha Akhtar, amme and Hugo have always said, I ALWAYS learn from my mistakes. I will NEVER give my heart to anyone again, mark my words!!!

TRANSLATIONS:

¹ grandpa in Hongas

² the name Sargon means ”king” in Karnassian, the inside joke between Hande and Sargon

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