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kazuma-asogi-blog · 1 month

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All right, here I am, I got dragged through hell and fought my way back out and that's why I'm late - sorry, Kazzy, they didn't even sell tshirts at the gift shop so I couldn't bring you back one, I know, I'm a terrible friend and you should get to stab me somewhere nonfatal about it - but I promised you a story about your sister, and now I shall give it to you!

As the joke goes, our dear friend and defendant Rei Membami, an inspector, a famous author, an assassin, and a hitchhiker walked onto a beach... And unsurprisingly, someone got murdered, and somewhat surprisingly, it was the assassin who died!

But because Jezaille Brett was a hot potato of international politics, no one wanted to take Rei's case, so your dear sister Miss Susato stole some of your clothes, put up her hair, and decided to do her very best Ryunosuke impression and defend her. And so Naruhodo Ryutaro was born! (Hope you don't mind she borrowed your clothes. If you do mind, the complaints box requires you to stop hiding from Yujin.)

So Miss Susato went up against Auchi, who grew back some hair and was swearing up and down he was going to take out a Naruhodo. He opened with a summary of the case: Jez was found facedown in a beach hut with a knife in her back and a pen in her hand, and Rei was alone in the hut with her corpse. Figures, right? She was allowed to visit the beach because they were shipping her off to be tried in Shanghai the next day and they were letting her continue her research in deadly poisons under supervision, which somehow didn't backfire on them. He figured Rei stabbed her because she was working under Johnny-boy and since Jez killed him, Rei wanted some revenge.

He even had two witnesses, who surprise surprise, were Hosonaga and Soseki Natsume. (Please imagine Hosonaga with beach clothes and a turtle on his head. I can also get you pictures if you don't believe me.)

Earlier in the day, Natsume had an interview with Yujin for the press, and joined Hosonaga and Jez for the beach, and Yujin sent Rei in his place since she's working under him now. They heard a scream while they were there, ran to the hut, and there was Rei with a bloodstained knife and Jez on the ground, so they figured she'd been stabbed multiple times.

Miss Susato picked up on that and went "huh, that's funny," because the post-mortem said she'd been stabbed once. They argued back and forth about why the knife was bloodstained when she had it, and whether or not she was trying to just pull it out of her (despite knives generally keeping blood in the body, which does not happen when they are removed), before eventually finding out that hey, wait, Jez's eyes were real messed-up, was she poisoned too?

Spoiler alert, there wasn't any poison on the knife, but there sure was in her drink! And the poison was a fancy one Yujin had been developing alongside Rei and Jez, that had been stolen earlier that day! Rei thought Jez had done it and gone to confront her, and Jez had refused and then collapsed with a knife in her back, because dying is a great way to get out of unpleasant conversations.

Interestingly enough, it turned out Auchi had another photograph, this time of Rei holding the knife that was very much still in Jez's back. But of course, for that photo to exist, someone must have taken it, and that someone had to be there to do it. Some sleuthery on Miss Susato's part brought the reporter who had taken Soseki and Yujin's interview to the witness stand, and why he'd snuck along on their trip.

'Course, this reporter, Raiten Menimemo, swore up and down Rei stabbed Jez, and that he'd gone there to interview Jez for the press, and then she hadn't said anything of actual journalistic value. Yujin thought it was pretty interesting he never reported her death to the press, and then Miss Susato was able to identify the pen Jez had when she died as his. Funny, that.

Raiten wouldn't testify without Soseki also testifying, and Soseki did catch Jez just before she died, and asked her who killed her. She pointed to the back of the hut, not quite where Rei was, but pretty close. Miss Susato theorized that Raiten totally could've stabbed her through the reed wall, but he cut back with "hey but she was poisoned first!" and that he couldn't have done it even if he totally did stab her. Which he did.

Miss Susato was able to prove pretty easily that Rei wouldn't have poisoned Jez with a poison only from Yujin's lab, because it would have immediately implicated her and she isn't that stupid, but the article Raiten had written about the interview with Soseki and Yujin included details that absolutely came from Rei's argument with Jez over the stolen poison. So he could have poisoned her, realized it was too easy to track, and then stabbed her to hide it.

Pretty classy for someone who didn't study Jez's methods, I'd say. Or maybe I just don't trust any autopsy or post-mortem at this point because those love to just be wrong, all the time, always.

'Course, Raiten's last argument was that he couldn't have stolen the poison, because he didn't have any way of getting it out of the lab, and maybe that would have worked, but you know. Jez had his pen when she died, and Miss Susato had it tested for poison. He totally dunked it in poison and then dunked the poison in her drink when he interviewed her. So mostly what we've learned here is that if you kill someone, you will die in the exact same way and that is what we call consequences for your actions, although there's another term for that I'll teach you later when I've worn you down enough you let me teach you all the fun English expletives.

Miss Susato wins the trial, she gets a tearful reunion with her best friend, and when Raiten loses it over Japan's willingness to let Jez loose because Britain asked them to, Susato and Rei hit him with a good ol' Ryutaro Takedown. To top it off, Auchi cut off the hair he grew back after you gave him a good ol' shave so he wouldn't have to live on in shame. Because we needed to see his bald head, I guess.

And that's the story of your sister getting to be the first female lawyer in Japan! I figure it'll take her two years to make that legal so she can just be a lawyer without stealing your clothes, but hey, she looked good and you weren't using them anyway so it isn't a problem.

Shame you were off convincing Ziekkyboy to let your amnesic butt stay at his place so you didn't get murdered at the time, you would've loved to be there. I know no one's let you set the Japanese legal system on fire and tapdance on the ashes yet, but it turns out 'sixteen year old girl with a vendetta armed with her believed-to-be-dead older brother's clothes' is a pretty good substitute, so congrats, my dear Kazzy- you got them anyway from beyond the grave! Now we just need to teach her how to make a molotov cocktail and then we'll really have this party in full swing.

Well. That's quite the story. You have my thanks for taking the time to explain it all. I won't stab you...for being late. But I believe you also agreed to start calling me by my actual name, didn't you?

It's frustrating Jezaille Brett was given such leeway after the trial. But I suppose I was meant to benefit from the same treatment had I gone through with the assassination mission.

Ha! Prosecutor Auchi still thinks he can take down a Naruhodo, does he? It sounds like he just needs a little haircut from time to time to remind him which clan is superior.

So Membami-san really didn't do anything; she was just a victim of circumstance. Still a bit foolhardy, confronting a murderer alone, but not as reckless as I feared. It's an unfortunate situation with having no lawyer to take her case. It was a need I was passionate about filling as a defense attorney, which now Ryunosuke will fill in my stead.

A Ryutaro Takedown in the courtroom...nothing in the history of Japan's Supreme Court could ever compare.

@susato-mikotoba-blog: That is a remarkable thing you did for your friend. Not only would it have taken an extraordinary amount of cleverness, but also great bravery to take such a risk. Well done, Susato-san. I am proud of you.

#ask #raymondshields #I wish I could have seen it #and taken you out to celebrate your first court victory afterward #or even discussed strategy with you before #but that will have to wait for another time

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Please write some more Sylvie fluff! The last one was awesome

Thank you thank you thank you! It makes me so happy to hear you liked it :D here's a lil something that's been sitting in my brain collecting dust for the past week or so lmao. Enjoy <33

Lamentis Love Confessions (Sylvie Laufeydottir x reader)

Warnings: swearing, Sylvie's kind of mean (she apologizes), friends to lovers, Sylvie being soft (possibly out of character)

Being tossed out a train is not a pleasant experience to go through, as it turns out. You let out a loud "oof" as you took a tumble down a grassy hill, landing next to Sylvie when you eventually stopped.

"Well, that was quite rude," you commented as Sylvie frantically searched through the grass.

"No, no, where is it? I had it just a moment ago, where could it be?" She muttered to herself, growing more and more agitated by the second. "Goddamn it!"

"What happened?" You asked, looking around in the grass with her for whatever she had lost.

"It's the Temp-Pad, I had it earlier, where could it have gone?"

"Do you need help looking for it?"

"No, I can find it myself," she snapped.

You blinked at her slowly. She'd never spoken to you like that before, no matter how much you annoyed her or how often. "Okay, I'll just be over there then. Lemme know if you need me." You got up and left, but not before picking up her cloak and carrying it with you.

After walking around for a bit, you finally settled on sitting on a patch of dirt near the spot you'd been tossed from the train. Wrapping the cloak around you, you got comfortable and watched as Sylvie found something that appeared to be the Temp-Pad. You could see her fiddling with it for a bit in the distance before she stopped and began making her way back to you.

The sound of loud stomping announced her arrival as she groaned in frustration. "Great. The Temp-Pad's broken, which means we're stuck here. Which means we're going to die. That's just fantastic." She turned to look where you were sitting, still wrapped up from earlier. "Is that my cloak?"

You looked up at her as she stared at you with a perplexed look on her face.

"Yeah, I hope you're okay with me borrowing it. I like it because it keeps me warm, plus the smell reminds me of you. It makes me feel safe."

Her face softened at your words, her usual scowl and grumpy demeanor replaced by the faintest of smiles. She took a seat next to you on the ground and let out a sigh. "This is not how I imagined things would pan out."

"Yeah, me either," you agreed. "But hey, at least we're here together, and we have each other. That's good enough for me." You gently bumped her shoulder with your own, letting out a small giggle as you did so.

A rare smile appeared on her face, something that only ever happened around you. Her gaze suddenly dropped to the ground. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. I treated you like shit when you were only trying to help." She chose to keep staring at the ground while she apologized, unable to look you in the eyes. "You're the only friend I have, and I should treat you better."

"Oh, hun," you said, using one of your many affectionate nicknames you had for her. "I mean, you're right, you shouldn't treat me like crap, but I understand how upset you were. I forgive you." You opened your arms, silently offering her a hug.

She hesitated before scooting closer, allowing you to envelope her in your open arms. She sat there awkwardly for a moment before relaxing, her frustration and stress instantly melting away.

"Sylvie, can I tell you something?" You said after a moment.

"Of course."

"I-" You let go of her, scooting away a little bit as you felt your face flush. "I like you. More than a friend. I- I think- I love you."

Sylvie was shocked. You loved her? You loved her? You, a person who she saw to be without flaw, loved her, a troublemaking Variant, an outcast, someone who was constantly on the run?

She must have been lost in thought for longer than she thought she was because all of a sudden you turned away from her and let out a sigh.

"Forget it. Forget I said anything, okay?"

"No, wait."

She reached out and took your hand into hers. "I- I like you, too. More than as a friend, I mean."

You turned to face her again, her icy blue eyes meeting yours. "Really?"

"Yes, really. I...I love you, too."

You instinctively leaned forward, your face mere inches away from hers. You looked into her eyes for approval. She nodded, and you sealed your confession of love with a sweet, passionate kiss. Your noses bumped as you pulled her close, and that was when you knew you always wanted things to be like this, with you right by her side.

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @nevilleismywhore @xxromanoffxx @your-next-daydream

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eternally-smitten · 1 year

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Drabblecember #1: Getting Ready for Bed

pairing: Father Paul Hill x Natalie

word count: 886

author's note: I know the prompts were meant to be used as an ask game, but I couldn't wait! So, I decided to put the prompt list in a number generator along with my f/os! :)

The entirety of Crockett Island was as still as a statue tonight. The only sound to be heard were the ocean waves crashing and the lone cricket. There were still very few lights on from specific houses and signs, but also Father Paul's residence. The usually isolated priest was spending his night with his newfound love, Natalie.

"You sure this is a good idea?" She giggled, her arms tightly hugging her pillow, "I mean, what would Bev say if she saw us?"

"Shhh," Paul swiftly kissed her on the cheek, "Yes, I'm sure this is a good idea. If Bev does just so happen to drop by, I'll just say you're…here for an early morning visit."

Natalie couldn't help but laugh at that, "Like she'd believe you! She thinks I'm a godless heathen since I choose to work on Sunday!"

Paul shook his head, his smile never leaving his face, "Well, maybe you were suddenly inspired by someone to turn to faith. Someone very handsome, maybe?" He teased.

"She would certainly run me out of town if you were to say that!" Natalie placed her pillow down on his bed, making sure to fluff it as she did so.

"Then I'll just say the first part loudly and the second part softly."

"You're just full of ideas, aren't you?" She walked up to him and leaned her face closer to his, having to strain her neck a little due to how he towers over her.

"Hmm," He hummed, leaning down to gently kiss her lips, "That is my job."

"I guess it is." Natalie searched her bag until she found exactly what she was looking for, "Mind if I use your bathroom?"

"You don't need to ask," He pointed to it and nodded.

"Forgive me for wanting to be polite." With her toothbrush in her hand, she made herself at home in his bathroom. Paul stood in the doorway and watched her as she moved. He found himself enthralled in her doing something as simple as brushing her teeth.

"What?" Natalie said, her voice muffled, "Am I in the way?"

Paul shook his head, "Oh, no. Forgive me. I seem to have gotten distracted."

She only giggled as a reply, her voice still muffled by her toothbrush. Paul moved out of the way and went to straighten out his bed. Natalie finished up and joined him, trying her best not to mess up how neatly Paul made it. She carefully pulled back the covers before sitting down, still trying her best to be gentle. The bed was cold with its lack of use during the day, it made goosebumps appear on Natalie’s skin.

"Are you cold?" Paul neatly placed his slippers by the door before closing it, "If so, I can grab another blanket for you. Or, I also have these," He reached in his closet and pulled out one of his cardigans, "I would gladly let you borrow it."

"Oh, no you don't have to do that!" She nestled herself under the blankets, warming up a bit more now, "I'm alright, thank you Paul."

"Of course, my dear." He put everything back in its proper place before getting into bed himself. The bed was a bit small for two people, but the couple made it work.

"This kind of reminds me of the sleepovers I used to have when I was a kid." Natalie murmured, "I remember having this tiny little twin bed littered with stuffed animals but I still shared it with my friend. I remember the two of us struggling to find room for all of us because I refused to have my toys be on the floor."

Paul chuckled before shutting off the lamp beside the bed, "That's very sweet. I guess this is sort of similar."

"Yeah, minus the thirty-plus toys scattered about." Natalie watched as Paul pulled the covers up around the both of them and made himself comfortable. Seeing him like this was so different from how he presents himself to everyone else. On a normal day outside, he's very quiet and reserved. Well respected amongst this tiny island community. But here, in this moment, he's warmer. More open and expressive. She could just barely see his profile outlined in the moonlight. He looked like a Renaissance painting to her.

"Come," His soft voice enveloping her in warmth. He laid on his back and beckoned her to him. Natalie scooched a little closer, not knowing what else to do. Paul chuckled again and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to his chest, "Right here."

He sighed and gently cradled her head with his hand. Natalie placed her hand on his chest and nuzzled into him a little. She couldn't help but melt into him, her adoration swelling in her chest. Everything about this felt poetic to her, even though this was a perfectly normal, domestic experience. The way his bed felt to her, the way whisps Paul’s hair were out of place, the feel of his sheets, even his heartbeat. His heartbeat was melodic to her. It sounded like a lullaby written just for her. It drew her closer and closer into slumber.

"Goodnight, Paul." She whispered, her voice breaking the silence. He placed a loving kiss on her forehead before sighing once more.

"Goodnight, my dear."

Tag list: @timothymcgees, @frozenhi-chews, @bobmckenzie, @greghouse, @speedstershipping, @ofhergrandfeelings, @alexlovebug, @gideongrovel, @obscureotter69 lmk if you want to be added or removed! :)

#my stuff ♡#drabblecember #꒰ to dust you shall return ◌ೄ #ok to rb!#religion tw

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bippot · 2 years

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Summary: Childhood friends have a habit of drifting apart. Usually, it's a natural thing. Usually, there's a slow detachment. Adrian never wanted to detach from his best friend. But he thought he had to.

Tags: Angst and Hurt, Comfort, Family Drama. Grief/Mourning, Friends to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Fluff and Smut

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Chapter 1: For Now

Throughout her time at college, they kept in touch. Calling each other every day, writing each other facebook messages whenever possible, and texting each other when they got bored and needed some entertainment. They texted each other all the time. So much that Y/N's father actually told her off about her phone bill. She ignored him, however, and kept sending Adrian memes everyday because that was his favourite thing to do.

Whenever she came home for break, they would always meet at the end of the driveway, where they would hug each other and exchange silly stories about their time apart.

"Oh, hi Gut. Chris," she greeted as the two boys got into Gut's Sebring. The pair nodded at her, but no recognition passed across their faces.

"Oh shit! Is that Y/N?"

"Yeah, Chris."

"Holy shit! You have tits now! And they're great!"

Gut also gave her a look up and down, warning his buddy, "Hey, don't say that too loud. Adrian might go all psycho on you like he did to Frankie Oswald."

Chris scoffed, "As soon as thimble even steps towards me, I'll put my fist through his head."

Adrian didn't seem affected by that threat and insult as usual, but Y/N was. She shot a glare at Chris. "Come on, Ade," she cooed as she pulled him inside her house, closing the front door behind him. "Don't let him get to your head."

"Nothing is getting in this noggin."

"You said it, not me."

"Hey!"

In her third year, Adrian booked time off work to come and visit her in her third year. He hadn't told her. It was a surprise. A really nice surprise that he knew would make her happy. She'd sounded really stressed over the phone and he needed to cheer her up, that and he was really missing her lately.

Recently, he'd been trying to hang out with Gut and Chris more but they'd been more guarded than usual. Then there was this awesome new superhero named Peacemaker running around and Adrian desperately tried to interact with him too, but never seemed to get a chance to say anything more than "Hi" or "I like your helmet" before Peacemaker took off. He was feeling more lonely than ever.

But the surprise never happened. As he was checking all the stuff he'd packed into Gut's car (which he had actually asked to borrow, instead of just taking it like he usually did) for the trip in the parking lot of Fennel Fields, he got a call that would change everything.

"It can't be this bad," Adrian whispered to himself as he anxiously picked at the skin of his fingers. He had got a call from the police and was currently waiting for them to tell him what the hell was going on. Where was Gut? Why did he get called and not his parents? Where were his parents?

Yeah, it was that bad. All of his family gone in one day. And he was in shock, numb. Completely lost. All he knew was that something horrible had happened and most of the people who had raised him had disappeared in a matter of moments, leaving him behind. Alone.

As he made it home, he noticed lights on at Y/N's house and just had to try it. He had seen his front door and was unable to go anywhere near it. He knocked on her front door, which felt unusual as he normally just walked in or climbed in through her window.

Her family was the only ones he had left.

"Is Y/N back from college yet?" He asked her mother as she opened the door. "I really need someone to talk to."

Instantly, he was ushered inside, where he sat on his usual spot on her couch as Y/N's mother patiently waited for him to tell her what was wrong. When he finally spoke again, his voice lacked any discernible emotion or tone that her mom could hardly recognise him.

"They're gone," he stated, staring down at his hands. "All my family. Mom and Dad were in the front seats. Gut in the back. And bang......gone."

His words hung in the air for a moment, as the reality of his situation settled in. Y/N's mom looked at him. She couldn't speak. There was nothing to say. Nothing anybody could say. How was she supposed to comfort him? She couldn't do it physically since he didn't like being touched. And, she had no idea what to say.

What do you say to a young boy whose entire family was just brutally murdered?

For the life of her, Y/N's mother racked her brain for something to say or do. But the only sound that could be heard in her living room was the ticking of her clock, punctuated every so often with another tick.

Tick...tick...tick…. Tick…..tick….. Tick…tick…..tick…..tick…….

And then, he said something that broke her heart even more. Finally making eye contact, he admitted, "I tried walking through the front door, but I couldn't do it." Tears welled up in her eyes at how confused he seemed as he asked, "Why couldn't I do it?"

"Oh, honey..." she whispered, wiping the few tears that escaped her eyes and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. He didn't fight her. Didn't cry. Didn't protest at all. He just hugged her back. Hugged her back like he would hug Y/N or his mother, but they weren't there and he had nowhere else to go.

"Can I stay here tonight?" He finally asked after a long while had passed. "Please?"

Hell, she couldn't refuse him. Even if she wanted to, which she didn't, she couldn't and shouldn't refuse him. His home was cold and empty and he needed somewhere with people to look after him, so she said yes without question.

"Y/N won't mind if you use her bed."

"I've slept in it enough times," he joked, his voice monotone and lifeless, completely devoid of feeling.

Almost like a zombie, he slowly plodded up to Y/N's room, where he lay down and stared at the ceiling in complete silence, clutching one of her childhood teddy bears to his chest as his tears flowed from his eyes.

Y/N made sure to get the earliest plane she could. It was expensive, but Adrian needed her, so she didn't hesitate to pay for it. After getting home early in the morning, she immediately chucked her stuff down and rushed to her room to find him curled up in her bed, hugging her bear. He was fast asleep.

Without even thinking twice, Y/N carefully slipped under the covers next to him, careful not to wake him, and closed her arms around him tightly, resting her cheek against his curly hair. She smiled when Adrian instinctively buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, snuggling closer to her.

For a few hours they both slept soundly, wrapped in each other, sharing the warmth of each other, both feeling safe in the other's arms. When Adrian woke up, he found himself lying half on top of Y/N, his head tucked underneath her chin and he couldn't figure out if she was real or not.

How the hell did she make it home so fast? He must still be dreaming.

So, as a precaution, he ran a finger across her cheekbone. That felt real. He ran his hand along her arm and breathed in the fresh scent of her shampoo. Orange. That was correct. It must have been a very vivid dream that his brain had concocted to help him process things.

She blinked groggily, opened her eyes and yawned sleepily as she glanced down at the sleeping boy in her arms, and gently brushed away a stray strand of his curly locks from his forehead.

"Are you really here?"

He hoped this was real. He needed it to be. She tightened her grip around him and brought him closer, placing a kiss on his forehead. Oh fuck, this was real. She had dropped everything and made it to him as fast as she could. He sighed in relief.

The tears came back faster this time and started streaming down his cheeks as the sobs racked their way through his throat. She kissed his head again, softly caressing his cheek before wrapping her other arm around him and holding him close, rocking him slightly.

"I've got you," she whispered softly into his ear, her lips grazing his skin. He whimpered quietly as he pressed himself even closer to her body, hiding his head in her neck once again and squeezing her tighter. "I'm not going anytime soon, so let it all out."

With that, her tears also fell and she held onto him, rocking him gently as he cried and cried until his whole body shook uncontrollably from his grief and exhaustion, clinging tightly to her like she was his lifeline.

Honestly, he wasn't sure how much later or for how long he continued to cry. Time seemed to stop for a while. Every part of him ached. Every tear and snot covered nose was disgusting and he hated it. Her shirt was now soaked with his face liquid, but thankfully she hadn't complained about it. She just softly cooed, "It's still quite early, why don't we go back to sleep, huh?"

"But I have work."

"Ade, no. Not today. They'll understand."

Not in the mood to argue, Adrian gave a weak nod of agreement and closed his eyes, allowing himself to sleep and forget about things for a few more hours.

Adrian kept his hand clutched in Y/N's for the next couple of days as he had to deal with all of the funeral shit. She could tell when it was all becoming too much for him and would brush her thumb against the back of his hand in an attempt to calm him down. It was a long and tiring wait, and they were both worn out by the time the funeral was set to take place.

"How the hell do you tie a tie?" Adrian huffed as he got sick of attempting to do it himself after he managed to tie a simple knot.

"Let me have a go at it," Y/N offered, taking the material and doing it correctly for him. She took some time making sure he looked presentable, brushing his hair out of his face for what might have been the hundredth time in an hour.

She pulled him towards the mirror and studied how they looked together. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and gave him a peck on the cheek. "For what it's worth, I think you look good in a suit," she complimented before she stepped aside and admired herself in the full length mirror opposite. "Do you think my dress is too short? I don't want to look like a whore."

"It's a funeral, Y/N, not a runway."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter. You look pretty and it's not as if my mother will be able to call you a slut anyway," he remarked as he turned around to face her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her even closer to him. They stayed silent for a while, enjoying the closeness, before he spoke up once more. "We better go."

They left, walked side by side as they made their way inside, hands interlocked. As soon as they entered the reception area, the first thing Adrian noticed was that everyone was looking at them with strange looks on their faces. Pity. They pitied him and it made him uncomfortable. He didn't want anyone pitying him.

If anything, it made a bubbling fury rise up in him. But that didn't last long as Y/N placed her hand softly on his shoulder and gave him a warm smile. Then with that gentle touch, it all went away.

Through the entire ceremony and wake, Adrian never moved from beside Y/N, never letting go of her hand. He remained quiet the entire time, sitting next to her the whole time and refusing to acknowledge anyone or anything else. So, she took all the social interaction for him and handled it all gracefully as the other attendees mingled with them and exchanged pleasantries.

He was quieter than he'd ever been before. It was unsettling how little he said. Almost as if he'd lost any desire to talk and was trying to shut down the conversation completely and pretend it didn't exist. The thought scared her, because she knew he was trying hard to hide how devastated he was.

Weeks went by and he still couldn't step inside his house. He stayed with Y/N every night, cuddled up next to her, watching tv shows in his PJs and reading whatever essay she was trying to write. "You spelt that word wrong," he pointed out, poking his finger at her laptop screen. He was correct. She changed it immediately.

"Good catch," she said, and turned back to her laptop. "What would I do without you?"

"You seem to do fine without me at college."

Okay. That stung a little, but she didn't want a fight. He was fragile right now. She didn't need to push the issue. If she did, then they'd end up fighting over everything and she wouldn't be able to handle it. So instead, placed her laptop on her bedside table and focused only on him, running her fingers soothingly through his curly hair as he stared blankly at nothing in particular.

Well, he was staring at the ceiling. He always stared at her ceiling when he couldn't drift off and, after that first night, it was hard to sleep. Whoever built the houses on the street used the same layout for each. Her room was in the same place in the house as Gut's was. It was the same shape. Same size. Even the pattern on the ceiling was the same. It drove Adrian crazy.

Having noticed his little habit, Y/N gently guided his head onto his shoulder. His gaze finally drifted to meet hers. She smiled at him, tilting her head slightly. He returned her smile hesitantly. "Hey," she said softly. "I love you, you know." He nodded slowly, a small frown appearing between his brows as he looked away, pretending as though he didn't hear.

"Adrian, I mean it," she insisted, stroking his hair once more. "Look at me."

Slowly, he lifted his head, and met her eyes again. They were sad and tired, with puffy red rimmed under them from lack of sleep. She wanted nothing more than to wipe that frown away from his face and make him laugh again. She wished he could hear it again and again, until he forgot everything and just laughed.

"I love you."

"I know," he whispered, giving her a faint smile before pulling away from her and laying back on the pillow, turning his back to her. She bit her lip and looked down at her lap guiltily. There it was again. What she felt she couldn't put her finger on. A mixture of disappointment, sadness, and a tiny hint of something else which made her stomach churn in a strange manner.

Still, she held him close and ran her fingers through his hair, keeping him calm and comfortable. They eventually fell asleep, tangled up on the bed together, their heads touching, her legs intertwined with his, her arms around his waist.

It was after that that things started to get bad. The night when it happened, Adrian was sitting on the steps outside her front door, staring at the cobbles below his feet, not wanting to go anywhere. But, no. He had to go inside his house. There were some documents in there that he needed.

"You don't have to do this. I can go in and get it by myself. alone," Y/N tried to persuade him, placing her palm against his back and rubbing in comforting circles. His response was a deep sigh as he leaned his head back against her shoulder before standing up and straightening his posture.

"I can't be a pussy anymore," he muttered quietly, not meeting her gaze as he walked past, leaving a confused and concerned Y/N behind him. He moved to his front door, unlocking it and preparing himself to go inside.

But as he went to turn the handle, he looked back at her in apprehension. She was instantly by his side, her grip tight on his hand in a protective manner. He sighed in defeat since he couldn't just walk in on his own. He opened the door slowly and finally made it inside the place he once called home.

Everything looked exactly like he remembered. From the furniture, to the pictures on the wall, to the artwork on the shelves. Everything was as it should be. Nothing had changed. He felt like a complete and utter fool. He closed the door behind him with a soft click and moved forward, going into the living room where he sat down in one of the armchairs.

Despite it being identical, everything felt so foreign, so cold and unfeeling. He could barely believe he was here again.

All of the house was his, and only his. This was his house, and he could do whatever he wanted with it. If he wanted to turn his mother's craft room into a gym, he could. His father's tool shed could become an arsenal. Gut's car could become his stakeout vehicle. He had it all planned out.

The documents in question were found easily in a drawer, but he continued to make his way around his home. Room by room until they reached his bedroom. It was as he left it, just as he'd expected. The only thing that he could see that was different was a thin layer of dust throughout, but that was an easy fix.

Picking up one of his figurines, he lightly brushed the top of it to remove the dirt that had accumulated. It was one that she had bought him as a joke because they went as Hercules and Megara for Halloween as children. It looked a little funny on his shelf since there was a bunch of cool, badass looking minis from his DnD games, and then a brightly coloured figure of the Disney hero.

Hercules. Big. Strong. Demigod. Well, he couldn't become the child of a god, but he could be a superhero, or just a hero because, shit, as much as he wanted them, he didn't have any superpowers. Yet, Hercules' weakness was Megara.

Y/N was his Megara.

"Hey, when are you going back to Chicago?" He asked, not tearing his gaze away from the lifeless ones of the figurine before him. His voice sounded hoarse and hollow as if it wasn't him speaking at all.

"I don't know. It depends."

"On?"

"You."

No. Adrian didn't want to be the reason why she put her life on hold. This was his problem to deal with, and she shouldn't have to mess up her education because of his issues.

"Maybe you should stay there," He suggested, turning his head to glance at her briefly before returning to his figure. He hated the look she gave him; it made his chest tighten painfully. It hurt to watch the heartbreak reflected in her eyes. "Leave me behind like you always do."

Owch. She shook her head, biting her lip in frustration. He hadn't meant to sound so bitter. Yet, she carefully responded, "I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you. You're... not yourself these days."

"I'm okay." He hated that he was lying to her. He hated it even more when she saw straight through him. But what choice did he have? For her sake, he needed her to move on from him. He was just dragging her down. "I can manage without you."

Her eyes widened in surprise. How dare he say such a thing after everything they've been through together? She wanted to slap that stupid, fake smile off his face. How dare he think he wasn't worth anything to her. Not after all they've gone through together. She wasn't going to let him push her away now that he needed her.

"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should."

Without warning, she leaned against him heavily as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He tensed at first, shocked by the sudden contact, but relaxed soon enough. It was familiar and comforting and the fact that she seemed so eager to be near him, made a warmth grow within him. He placed a hand on her back, squeezing it gently before resting his cheek against her hair.

"Please. I love you, Adrian." She murmured, her voice filled with sadness and desperation.

A sudden surge of anger erupted inside of him, burning his insides with fury. He wanted to scream, punch the wall, kick something, but he didn't do any of those things. He shook her off and calmly placed his figurine back in its proper place.

"Stop saying that." He spoke sharply. She flinched, backing away from him in confusion. He questioned with a scoff. "You don't love me. You just feel bad for me. That's all anyone ever does."

Y/N blinked, taking a step back as shock settled into her features. Was he serious? After all these years, he still believed that what she felt for him was pity? That everyone who cared for him, cared for him because they felt sorry for him?

That wasn't how love worked. He loved her. No matter what. She knew it. And he knew that she knew.

"Don't you love me, Adrian?"

"What difference does it make? We're never gonna be happy, so stop pretending to. Stop wasting your time on someone that won't last." He shrugged indifferently.

It was like he was talking about some random stranger, not about her. It hurt her deeply. As hard as she fought, there was nothing she could do but stand there, listening to his words while feeling betrayed. And, most of all, confused. Why couldn't he see that she loved him?

Why wouldn't he believe her?

They both stood in silence for a moment, neither daring to speak until he almost lunged forward and forcefully kissed her. He pulled her closer, kissing her desperately, as if he were going to die if he stopped. Her hands quickly moved to his chest, gripping onto it tightly as she fought him, trying to break free from his embrace, but he wouldn't relent.

Finally pushing him away, she yelled, "This is not the way to deal with you shit!"

He scoffed, shaking his head as he took a few steps back, watching her with his brows furrowed. He crossed his arms over his chest, raising a challenging eyebrow at her.

"I thought you loved me, Y/N? What? You don't want me to love you back?" He mocked, walking towards her while she remained standing firmly in her spot. "Then, why don't you leave?"

She clenched her jaw, holding her breath as tears gathered in the corner of her eye.

"Will this make you feel better?"

"I don't know. It's worth a try."

Tentatively, she placed her hand against his cheek and leaned in despite everything in her telling her not to. She brushed her lips against his, slowly and deliberately, as if she were testing him. She pulled away, expecting him to pull her back in, yet he didn't, remaining in the same position.

"Is that what you want?" He asked quietly, staring into her eyes as he waited for her answer. She nodded slowly, lowering her gaze to avoid eye contact.

At her admission, he yanked her lips on his again, kissing her harder this time, forcing himself to deepen the kiss. He noticed that despite her arguments, she still let him kiss her. He didn't understand it, but didn't care. He was getting his way, and that was all that mattered. The taste of her was intoxicating as he cupped her face with his large hands and held her tight against him, running his tongue along her bottom lip, forcing her to open her mouth.

With one swift motion, he pushed her backwards, and she landed roughly on the bed, falling back against the pillows, gasping slightly as her body hit the soft mattress. It wasn't a gentle seduction by any means. It was rough and passionate, his hands feeling every part of her as he hovered over her body.

His kisses trailed down her throat and across her shoulders before continuing down her chest, stopping above the neckline of her shirt. His hands slowly made their way up her abdomen, brushing the fabric aside, revealing more skin and flesh that was already covered in goosebumps.

"You don't have to do this," he reminded her. "Please don't do it if you don't want to."

Losing their virginity to each other was the last thing that Adrian had expected when he came into the house. They had both waited for each other. Y/N often got made fun of by her friends at parties as she would turn all the boys down. They would tease, "You're 21? What are you doing? That guy was hot! Are you waiting till marriage or some shit?"

"I want to make you feel good," she explained, letting her thumb move along his cheekbone, tracing the contours of it softly. "Let me help you feel good."

Adrian stared into her eyes and saw the pain and longing reflected in them, making him feel guilty for hurting her.

As soon as he saw the figurine, he had made up his mind. This was a goodbye.

If this was the last time he'd see her, he was going to make it count. There was no use hiding it anymore. There was no point in keeping it a secret anymore.

"I love you too," he admitted in a low whisper. The look of relief on her face instantly erased all traces of disappointment. She smiled, placing her hands on either side of his face as she pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

The second they pulled apart, he continued pressing gentle kisses along her jaw and neck, sucking lightly as he moved downwards to trail light kisses along her collarbone. He had seen this done in movies, and the woman usually liked it. She closed her eyes, smiling to herself, unable to hold back the chuckle that escaped her lips. She placed her fingers on the sides of his neck, tilting her head back slightly as he kept attacking her.

So, she liked it too. That was great. A real win. He had done something correctly.

Guiding his hands under her shirt, she let him take her shirt and bra off, pulling it over her head until she was finally bare to him. He lowered himself down, his lips trailing down from her shoulder to her breast. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, committing every detail to his memory. "You're perfect," he breathed in admiration. He was getting a real kick out of saying all the things that he usually kept inside his head.

Just before he took a nipple into his mouth, he looked up at her questioningly. She nodded her head, signalling that it was okay. He immediately latched onto it hungrily, sucking and nipping at it as she let out moans of pleasure. She arched her back in response, allowing him to suck even harder as he ran his hands down her thighs, pulling them up to wrap loosely around his waist, holding him close to her.

"I've imagined this so many times when I'm jacking off, and you're so much better than anything I could ever come up with."

Her cheeks flushed red, the tip of her nose turning into a rosy colour. She giggled, covering her mouth with a small palm. "You imagined us too?" She asked. She had, but often chastised herself. She thought he would find it weird or gross.

"Too?" He frowned, pausing to stare at her confused expression. "How many times did you think about this?" He asked curiously, his heart racing at the possibilities. Did she fantasise about them together? If so...

"A lot." She said truthfully, biting her lower lip nervously. He smirked, reaching down and grabbing her thigh, squeezing gently. He bit his lip as his eyes wandered down, glancing between her legs then back up to meet her gaze once more.

"You imagined it with me?" He asked, leaning down to place a light kiss on her cheek. She nodded slowly and to further her point, she reached for his hand and methodically slipped them under her panties so he could feel how much she wanted him. "So that's what a vagina feels like," he murmured teasingly. "Very nice, by the way."

She let out an embarrassed laugh, shaking her head as she tried to hide the growing smile playing upon her lips. When he finally started moving down towards her entrance, she gasped in anticipation, closing her eyes shut as she felt a finger entering her warm wet hole, slowly making its way inside. She moaned quietly, enjoying the feeling of him slowly stretching her.

"Do you like that?" he asked her, watching her face. He wasn't sure at first, then saw as her mouth hung open. That was a big clue that she liked it.

"Yes," she answered after a moment, taking several deep breaths to calm herself. She opened her eyes and locked them with his, gazing deeply into his eyes as she whispered huskily, "Can you, uh, pay more attention to my clit?"

Shit. The whole fucking his fingers into her had been easy.

"Yeah, yeah... where is it?"

Stopping for a second so she could remove her last remaining clothes, sat up and placed his finger on the right spot. She sucked in a sharp breath, arching her back slightly as he worked her clit with his finger.

"Want more?" When she groaned in response, he knew that meant yes so he slid two fingers in and out of her, quickly increasing the pressure. He loved the way her eyes opened wider and her body clenched around his hand. "I want to taste you. Can I?"

"Y... Yeah," she replied, lifting her hips upwards. She mewled through clenched teeth as he kept his eyes on her the entire time he slipped his tongue into her and tasted her wetness. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. Her hips bucked and she nearly jumped out of his arms, but he placed his hands on her hips to keep her steady and increased the pace. He'd never been so turned on before.

As his tongue started roaming over her sensitive spots while he pleasured her, she was gripping the sheets tightly with both hands. He couldn't tell if she was crying, screaming or just moaning loudly and incoherently, but regardless of what she was doing, it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. With each lick, he swore that he had never tasted anything sweeter as he drove her beyond the edge.

"Oh, god..." she cried out in ecstasy. She grabbed his hair and squeezed his head tightly, her back arching off the bed as she came violently. He watched her as she came undone in front of him, clenching around him as waves of intense pleasure washed over her.

The wave subsided and he pulled away momentarily to watch her regain her breath as she offered, "Want me to... you know, suck you off now?"

"Please," he begged. "I mean, only if you want to." She nodded eagerly, climbing out from under him and onto her knees, crawling and kneeling beside him. She placed both hands on his cheeks and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his as her hand palmed his crotch over his trousers.

Oh, yeah he was fully clothed.

"How am I totally naked and you've still got everything on?" she joked, running her hands up the material of his jeans and across to his clothed erection. His breath caught in his throat as her fingers started fumbling with his zipper, tugging at it until it popped open and revealed the tent in his underwear. He lifted his hips slightly, encouraging her to slide both of his trousers and boxers off of him.

Once she did, she found the hem of his shirt and waited for confirmation before removing it. She knew he was a little self-conscious. He always wore his t-shirt into the pool whenever they went swimming, so she cooed, "You can leave it on, if you want to?"

"No. I trust you."

Gently, she lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his torso and chest. He shivered as she ran her palms across his skin, relishing in how smooth it felt beneath her fingertips.

"I always forget how freckly you are. I like it," she complimented softly, stroking the expanse of his chest. She kissed along his ribs and stomach as she went lower and lower, getting closer to his dick. She stopped and stared at it for a moment as she slowly ran her finger from his tip to base, then up and back again.

His body gave a quick jolt at the sensation, which only got more intense as her lips wrapped his tip and began swirling her tongue around it, drawing soft circles around it as she sucked gently, working him in and out of her mouth. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he pushed his hips upwards, his fingers tangling in her hair and digging into her scalp.

She had watched porn before, so she had a general idea of what to do. Whatever she was doing, he clearly seemed to like it as his head rolled back and he let out a loud moan. He admitted with a shaky breath, "Fuck, you're so hot. I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember."

Y/N upped slowed her pace but took his cock further into her throat, as far as she could go without choking on him. He whined down at her, his heart pounding rapidly inside his chest as he held tight to the top of her head.

"I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?" he pleaded impatiently as he rocked into her mouth, desperate he tried to maintain some sense of control over himself. She stopped briefly, opening her eyes and giving him an uncertain look. Was she ready for it?

When she finally removed her mouth from him, she lay beside him and smiled sweetly up at him as he slotted himself above her again. He cupped his hands behind her head, keeping his weight off her as he leaned forward to plant gentle kisses along her jaw and neck.

"If you don't want to, I'll understand," he reassured her. He didn't want her to push herself, if she was uncomfortable or not wanting to have sex with him yet, no matter how much he wanted her, he wouldn't force her into something she didn't want, especially not now.

After all, she was going to hate him for the rest of her life after tonight. He wanted at least one more good memory. He was going to have to remember every single part of this moment. Of how she tasted, how beautiful she looked, how hot she sounded, how good she made him feel (physically and mentally).

He'd have to remember how safe and at ease he felt with her. That would probably be the thing he would miss the most.

"I'm ready," she confirmed, twining her fingers through his hair as he slowly and carefully pushed into her. She let out a tiny gasp, her body tensing as she adjusted to accommodate him. He continued thrusting, careful to keep his momentum slow and steady, making sure she was comfortable, until they were finally both satisfied enough to start moving together.

To tell the truth, she had expected it to hurt but she'd heard from her friends that that only tended to happen if the girl wasn't comfortable and was panicking. She didn't know if that was true or not, but was so thankful that it hadn't happened to her. Not only because she didn't want to feel pain, but also because she didn't want Adrian to think he had hurt her. That was the last thing she wanted.

At that moment, she was sure that nothing he could do would ever hurt her.

"Ade, you can go harder if you want," she urged him, holding him close and burying her face into his shoulder, listening to him panting in order to get his breathing under control. With a little hesitation, he obliged and went faster and deeper, causing Y/N's hips to start moving up and down as she responded to him.

God, he loved seeing her react to him like that. It was a sight he would cherish forever. "You feel good. You're so beautiful," he breathed as he pulled back to watch as her whole body moved as he pounded her, the way her tits bounced and bounced, the way her head tilted, her thighs shaking and trembling, her eyes rolling back into her head and her moans filling the room and echoing off the walls. It was everything that he imagined and more.

"Adrian!" she cried out, throwing her head back and clutching onto his shoulders. He grunted against her ear, feeling every second of it, unable to stop himself from grabbing her waist and pulling her up closer to him as he continued to pump into her.

His vision became clouded with lust and passion, his mind becoming consumed by her and nothing else. He gripped her hips tighter, pumping into her harder and harder as sweat dripped from his forehead onto hers. As his eyes fluttered shut and his breath shortened, he could feel his own climax approaching rapidly and he desperately needed release.

With a deep groan, his body began spasming uncontrollably as he reached his final destination.

"Fuck. Shit, sorry!" he shouted loudly, releasing inside of her as his orgasm hit him full force.

But, he didn't stop. She hadn't come yet. He would not leave her unsatisfied. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply before pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers as he pumped into her relentlessly, using his juices as extra lubricant as he pleasured her once more. He felt every bit of his orgasm rippled through her as it pulsed powerfully through her entire body.

"You are a goddess," he gasped out when he was able to talk. "An actual goddess."

A goddess? She'd take that! "Wow," she murmured, taking in a deep breath as she slowly became aware of her surroundings and their unique position. "Was that... wow. I... I'm... I... You. "

A quiet, comfortable silence hung over them. The only sound that was heard was the steady rhythm of their breaths as Adrian lay against her chest. He was planning on leaving as soon as they were done, but he couldn't bring himself to. He kept waiting for her to push him away, and when she didn't, it only spurred him on a little. It was her fault for being so damn warm and comfy. He was going to have to end this soon, but he wasn't ready to.

"I'm going to miss you," he admitted, burying his face into her skin so she couldn't see his expression. Her arms snaked around him, squeezing him tightly and rubbing her cheek against his shoulder blade.

"I'll be back before you know it."

Y/N couldn't believe it the next day when he ignored her. She knew he was inside his house. His light was on. The doors were locked and his window was shut, so she couldn't even try and climb up it.

Was the sex that bad? Had it really meant nothing to him? Did he just not care about her? Or… did he just not want her that way anymore? Did he really not want her at all? Not even as a friend? What if she lost him? No, she won't lose him. It won't happen. This is all a nightmare. Everything will be fine. Give him a day and it will be fine.

A day turned into a week. A week turned into two weeks and then three. And then she had to go back to Chicago for her tests. She wasn't too happy about it, but she didn't exactly have any choice. She had already had so many extensions.

Weeks turned into months. He never picked up her calls. Seemingly, he'd blocked her from all social networks. She even sent him a letter that had no response. He didn't go to her graduation like he had once promised to. What had she done? She waited and waited and waited.

Until she couldn't any more. Months turned to years. Eventually, she gave up and left him behind, knowing it wasn't worth fighting for his attention anymore. She missed him, she truly did, but she didn't need him. He wasn't in her life anymore, not the way she'd once hoped he would be.

After everything, Y/N wasn't able to forgive him, and was certain he'd never be able to forgive himself.

Their lives moved forward. Not happily, no. How could they be? They were surviving on half a heart.

Adrian stayed in Evergreen and closed himself off, spending all his hours inside his house training like he was going on a deadly Ninja Warrior. He quit his job and burned through all the money his parents had left him in the will on guns and knives and swords. Over time, he went a little crazy after not talking to anyone for two years before re-emerging as the crime fighter 'Vigilante'.

Admittedly, his first few patrols sucked because he'd only practised on dummy's and living people move around a lot more than he expected. But, after five years, he got good. Really good at it.

On the other hand, Y/N became more open. Well, her legs did. S ex and relationships became a novelty after her heart had been broken and she didn't care about who she gave herself to anymore. So long as she was free to go wherever the wind blew, as long as she was allowed to sleep with whomever she pleased, whenever she liked, she was content. Meaner, but content.

Still, professionally, she was doing well. After college, she got an internship at a law firm and worked in Chicago until she didn't. The law firm that she worked for had been bought out by Lex Luther and he had fired anyone who wouldn't fall in line with his ideas. That meant that Y/N had to go.

So, Y/N was on her way back to Evergreen with a scowl and tinder open.

Chapter 3: One That Got Away

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After the Adamant Nightmare (a.k.a. she FINALLY knows her name)

Lanil's Pieces Masterlist

The last place she wanted to sleep was anywhere in the Western Approach. Being near where that Rift had been, where those eyes had stared hungry and terrifying through the Veil, it was impossible. Lavellan walked the battlements of Griffin Wing Keep, arms around her torso tightly, eyes on the dotted campfires. She would rather be down there, hearing the soldiers talk while anonymous and silent and mindblank for a few hours.

Anything would be better than sleep.

She turned from the edge, heading for the stairs with determined strides. She was wearing borrowed armor which would help her blend in. Her own was somewhere being cleaned of its filth and memories.

But not all the memories.

She paused midstride.

Lanil.

Her name was--is Lanil. Lanil Lavellan, once known as Lanil Surana.

She was from Kinloch Hold, born in the Denerim Alienage.

Cullen saved her life. And then Divine Justinia saved it again more than ten years later.

How ironic. She had left Circle and Chantry behind, and she owed her life to servants of both.

She needed to tell him. Soon. Anyone who made it through the Fade and back with her could let it slip at any moment. A juicy bit of gossip like the Inquisitor and Commander having known each other when they were younger would spread like wildfire. Especially if the part where he defied Templar orders to free her from the Circle made it out there.

She knew she was smiling now. For her, it had been the beginning of her freedom. A freedom she hadn't even known she didn't have. He forced her out of that cage and she'd found so much more than she ever could have imagined.

But Cullen.

Her smiled wiped away as the desert's too chilly night breeze sent goosebumps down her skin.

Cullen carried the trauma of what happened at Kinloch Hold inside him. Had carried it for years. Had grieved a girl he thought he'd never see again even while blood mages had used that infatuation against him, poisoned it and his memory of her forever. It wasn't some mystical other girl anymore. An elf girl with grey eyes and white hair who happened to look like her.

What if... what if everything they'd gone through, everything they'd become, was ruined by this? What if the truth of their past turned their present into something like a lie? Would he look at her and see only the wraith, like that first day he'd seen her in Haven?

With an ugly snort and toss of her head, Lavellan--Lanil began to walk again. Knowing Cullen, he'd be midbrief with his night scouts. She refused to let this fester even a moment more.

Whatever their past, whatever she had forgotten and was slowly regaining, they were different people now. They had forged something new, in this new life, together. He cared about her. And while neither of them had admitted it aloud yet, she knew she loved him and that he felt the same.

Probably.

Her steps faltered.

No. Definitely.

Her steps continued.

As she'd predicted, Cullen was wide awake. An Inquisition scout was standing at attention next to him while he scanned a handful of documents.

"I think even our Spymaster sleeps, and if anyone is inhumanly perfect, it's her," Lavellan... Lanil said.

"Lane--Um, Inquisitor." He glanced at the scout, visibly mortified by his own slip.

"I almost died in the Fade today, eaten by my literal worst Nightmare. You can treat me like a friend instead of the Inquisitor in front of a single soldier. Just a little." She held up her finger and thumb, pinching the tiniest sliver of air.

Cullen's eyes closed and a shiver ran over his face. He looked ready to punch the nearest wall and La... Lanil wondered if maybe it wasn't yet time to joke about it.

"Harper, you're dismissed."

"Yes, Commander." The woman saluted and moved to walk past Lanil.

Lanil.

"Your Worship..."

Lanil startled in place and turned to the scout. The look on the woman's face was intense, her words fervent as she spoke,

"Every one of us is glad you made it back alive. You give us all strength and we would've lost something truly irreplaceable today if you had not."

Lavellan stared at her, eyes too wide and heart squeezed in a fist.

"Ha-Harper, was it? Thank you. I..." Lavellan reached out to clasp the soldier's shoulder. "Thank you."

The soldier, Harper, nodded once sharply. Then waited as still as stone for Lavellan-Lanil to move her hand. Another salute, and the woman was gone.

"Well, anything I would say just wouldn't compare to that," Cullen said after a long moment.

Lavellan abruptly remembered where she was and entered the closet of an office Cullen had claimed. He braced a hand on the desk and rubbed between his eyes with the other, sighing softly. All but silently, La...nil, Lanil closed the door and moved to perch on his desk. By the time his red-rimmed and weary eyes opened again, she had already stolen his stylus and was twisting it between her fingers.

"I know I joked about it just now, but I can't sleep. It's there. Waiting for me in the Fade..." she whispered. "It was a Nightmare. In every sense of the word. Solas said it was old, older than anything else he'd ever encountered. Maybe the first Fear Demon ever formed. Do you know what it means that I survived it twice? That it... knows my name?"

"Lane." Cullen's voice shook. But she brushed off the hand that reached for her.

She felt too exposed. Too raw. And she still hadn't told him--

Inhale. Exhale.

Open your eyes.

Meet his.

She gazed into amber, saw his struggle, the twist of his mouth. Desperately wondering what she needed.

She reached up to touch his cheek. The stubble scratched against the back of her fingers, and the glow of her wound cast a sickly greenish light on his too fair skin. She had to pull away and hide the ugliness of it in her fist.

"It told me my name. More than that, my memories, all of them, were there. That's why I couldn't remember me. All the important parts of me were trapped there because it had stolen them."

"Not all the important parts," Cullen denied vehemently.

Her gaze dropped to the desk, chest too tight, throat too full. Which is how she saw when he lifted the hand she'd pulled away, unfurled her fingers, and kissed her knuckles, the heel of her palm, and then right in the middle, his lips brushing the glowing scar.

"Lanil," she whispered. He froze. "Lanil Surana."

He lifted his head and met her eyes.

"That's the name I forgot. I was adopted into the Lavellan clan after escaping the Blight. I took their name to... to symbolically forget the life I left behind. When I was made First two years ago, I got my vallaslin. I found my People, my heritage, my home, because a young Templar broke the rules and forced me to run."

Cullen still said nothing, eyes darting over her face, lips parted.

"You told me you'd protect them. All of them, but I had to go and not turn back, or they'd catch me. Then, you slammed the door shut. I stood there screaming and throwing every spell at it I could, I didn't know you runed the other side, I don't think I cared... until the spiders came. I'd run them out of the storage room days before, did you know? I wasn't scared of them then. But in the dark, all alone, I was... I'd never known fear like that. Not in my Harrowing, not when Jowan sliced open his hand, or when Greagoir wanted to Tranquil me. Spiders and blood mages and demons, they all got mixed in my head and I ran. I ran as fast as I could and I didn't turn back again. Not once. I ran all the way to the Braecilian Forest. The Sabrae clan took me to Kirkwall. I tried to go back to a Circle, but the Gallows... it was..." She broke off. Inhaled. Exhaled. "It was nothing like Kinloch. And none of the Templars were you. Keeper Marethari found the Lavellan clan after that."

"Lanil."

Papers scattered to the floor. The stylus rolled and clattered after them. Cullen had both arms tight around her, so tight she could barely breathe, and she wanted them tighter. She wrapped her arms around his waist as best she could, but with all his layers and width, it was hard to return the embrace as tightly as she'd wanted, needed.

"Maker's breath, Lanil. I thought. In Haven, I thought I'd gone insane. I told myself you were gone, I'd never see you."

"Surprise?" she whispered hesitantly.

He laughed into the crook of her shoulder. Startlingly, something wet spread over her skin.

"Cullen, I didn't--I'm sorry. Is this bad? Should I have told you a different way? Maybe let Leliana do it?"

"No! No, definitely not."

"What about Dorian--"

She mmphed, cut off by a desperate kiss. She melted into it, fingers burying in those gingery-blond curls, pulling him closer. He dragged her over the desk, arms tight around her waist, hands spread over her back. Covering her, enveloping her as completely as he possibly could. It felt like an eternity, and not nearly long enough, when he pulled away. They both gasped for breath, foreheads touching.

"You were... supposed to be safe," he gasped at last.

She burst into laughter, damp and thick and relieved.

"That's not exactly my forte, but I appreciate the effort," she quipped. Their eyes met and she smiled softly. The smile he always managed to drag out of her. "I really do appreciate the effort. You saved my life ten years ago. I should've been made Tranquil, or Uldred should've gotten to me, but you--"

"You never should've been made Tranquil. It should never be a punishment. I believed that then, that's why I did it," Cullen said fiercely. "I believe it even more now, especially since we know about the Seekers and the lies they kept, the people killed to cover it up."

Lanil nodded. "Does this... change us?" she finally asked.

He shifted, moved to sit or lean beside her, only for the whole desk to wobble under their combined weight. Lanil yelped and Cullen shouted wordlessly, and they barely managed to keep from toppling to the ground. They froze, Lanil clinging like a limpet to him, him basically holding her entirely aloft, his shoulder wedged against the wall he stumbled back against. They stared at each other and then burst into laughter. They almost forgot to smother it, desperately pressing their faces against fur and collar.

"This is not Skyhold and that is not my desk," Cullen said.

"Do you make a habit of crawling on your desk?" Lanil asked, smirking.

"I have to make sure it's sturdy. Who knows what's going to happen next. Do you know how many people like to come in and punch it? One time Iron Bull did in the middle of laugh and it didn't even buckle."

"That is a good test of sturdiness." She leaned back to meet his gaze. Despite how little sleep he still hadn't gotten, his eyes didn't look so weary or red. "He was laughing at you, wasn't he?"

Cullen groaned, head tipped back. "When are they not laughing at me?"

She grinned and, because it was there, pressed a featherlight kiss under his jaw. His pulse jumped under her lips, and she wriggled out of his clutches to place both feet on the floor. She didn't quite escape, his arms remained locked around her. But that wasn't so bad

"You didn't answer."

"Hm, what?" he asked dazedly.

"You really need sleep," Lanil said in some concern. She glanced around, found the pathetic cot shoved in a corner, and sighed. "They must've assigned you a better bed than that. You gave it away, didn't you?"

"Dorian needed it more. They gave him a bedroll and I thought he was going to cry," Cullen explained sheepishly. Lanil rolled her eyes.

"He'd never ruin his eyeliner for that, not here where he can't fix it properly afterwards. You've been had." She shoved him towards it.

"Wait, what--?"

"One of us is going to sleep, and as long as we're in the same region as Adamant, it won't be me. So it's you. Sleep." She carefully unwrapped and shoved the cloak he always wore off his shoulders. It would make a better blanket than whatever was lying on the cot. "I'll keep awake for any emergencies."

"No, I have too much to do and you need it more," Cullen protested, slapping her hands away from his arm... things. She glared and slapped his hands back. He meekly let them drop.

"I told you. I can't. I'll accidentally will my consciousness right back to the Nightmare, I know I will. You however are safe, lucky little ex-Templar that you are."

His hand fell over hers on his arm, where she still struggled with the buckles. Why did he always have so much armor on? She huffed, frustrated. Her own armor was all leather and very little metal. Very easy to lace and unlace in comparison.

"I'll go to sleep, I promise."

"Good."

"And it does change things."

She froze, slowly raised her head. His hand cupped the side of her face. Carefully, almost reverently, as if reforging the two pieces of her into one, his thumb traced the line of her golden vallaslin, then down along her cheek, following the scar she'd gotten in Braecilian Forest. She remembered that now. A rabid wolf had attacked her when she'd been exhausted, torn open her face before a Dalish hunter, the first one she'd ever met, had put an arrow through the wolf's heart. The next wolf, Lanil had burnt to a crisp in a fit of bloody, pain-filled rage.

The scar just under her lip was newer, it needed no lost memory. Cullen thumbed it gently. Jagged at the edges where rock had sliced skin open when she'd fallen through the Breach the first time.

"You are Lanil Surana, but you're also Lavellan. Whatever I felt for Surana was important to me then, but what I feel for you, right now, is... incomparable. It changes things, but the parts that matter remain the same. If that... I don't know if I explained that right."

Lanil pressed her cheek into the curve of his palm. "I understand. And agree. Just so you know, I had no idea you had a crush on me then. You were just a Templar, the easiest one to tease." Her eyes glittered when she looked at him. He sighed under his breath. "But I also just... didn't care to notice anyone. I cared about my magic, and that's it. I can say it for sure now. Feeling like this? It's hard for me. If I don't want to feel it, I ignore it until it goes away, and it doesn't even hurt. Didn't. It didn't hurt. I never got this deep into it before, I never wanted to. I don't think I could turn it off now."

Cullen leaned forward. Just like they always did, their foreheads pressed together and she could breathe.

"I'm honored that you, Lanil Lavellan, let me in."

"Yes. That's me." She smiled and brushed her nose against his. "That's who I am now."

"Happy to meet you."

Lanil laughed softly. "Cheesy. So cheesy."

"Yes, I instantly regretted saying that."

She laughed again, interrupting herself to kiss the rueful look off his face.

#dai lavellan #dao surana #my surana lavellan girl #i made her BECAUSE i didnt get a chance to finish my Mage Origins file #she was ALWAYS my little amnesiac surana and played them the same way #ruthless powerful and borderline arrogant #but good hearted and trying her absolute best to do the Right Thing (aggressively)#She literally GirlBossed her way through her Harrowing it was fantastic #cullen x lavellan #cullen x surana #Lanil's Pieces #i fucking hated that fucking nightmare #why is her canon phobia MY phobia #cullen makes lanil soft and it's killing me

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Yuugo and Rin, 25, for the ask

I wasn't sure how you feel about AUs and divergences, so I made this canon compliant: younger Yuugo and Rin, having an adventure together.

(Anyone else want a ficlet? The prompt list is here.)

"Yuugo, why are you crying?"

Yuugo sniffled. Rin looked at him with the mix of pity and exasperation her best friend often provoked. He was one of the sweetest people she'd ever met and she cared for him deeply, but the fact remained that his problems were, at least half the time, the result of something he'd done to himself.

"Come on," she told him. "I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"I don't think you can help," Yuugo said through his tears. "I don't think anyone can."

"Try me," she suggested.

He sniffled again and tried to pull himself together.

"You know how Haseo got those new cards?" he asked.

Rin knew. Getting new cards was such a rarity that it generally caused talk among the children in the orphanage for days afterwards. This latest batch had been a windfall: a couple of boxes of booster packs had fallen off a truck when it hit a pothole and a door had shaken loose. Someone had scrounged them for the children to play with, and everyone at the orphanage had gotten a few packs. It had been better than Christmas. But Haseo was the lucky one, because one of his packs had contained a rare card, making Haseo the celebrity of the moment. Luckily, Haseo was a good natured boy, or all the attention might have gone to his head.

"Well, I got into an argument with some of those guys who run with the gangs on Short Street," Yuugo went on. "They challenged me to a duel today, and Haseo offered to let me borrow some of his cards so I'd be sure to win."

Rin began to see where this was going. The Short Street gang was, in her opinion, nothing but a bunch of juvenile delinquents, a pack of losers who spent more time trying to convince people of how tough they were than actually doing anything worth mentioning. In this part of town, even committing actual crimes might have gotten them some respect, if they'd committed them against the right people, but the Short Street gang seemed to think that picking on orphaned kids was about their speed.

"Did you win?" she asked.

"Of course I won!" Yuugo huffed. "You think I'd let them beat me? But they saw what kind of cards I was using and started pushing me to hand them over, which I wouldn't have even if they had been mine. So then they started trying to take them by force..."

"And now they've stolen Haseo's cards," Rin concluded.

Yuugo shook his head. "Nah. If they'd done that, I'd just go and steal 'em back. But they were making noise and I was yelling and we were kind of, you know, scuffling, and Security showed up and said we were fighting. They arrested some of the Short Street guys and took the cards as evidence."

Rin winced. She knew what that meant in real life terms: the Security men had taken the cards and would doubtless either keep them for themselves or sell them for a profit. Either way, Haseo was never going to see them again.

"So now I'm stuck," said Yuugo. "If I go and tell Haseo what happened, he'll be upset and he'll never loan me his stuff again, but if I go after the Security guys, I'll just get in even more trouble. I might even get arrested! There's no way to win this!"

Rin thought about the matter for a bit.

"Maybe," she said. "Can you help me get some stuff? Not steal," she added quickly. "But I need my good dress, and some of Matron's makeup and stuff."

"I can probably do that," said Yuugo. The dress was to impress potential adopters, kept in storage most of the time, so she wouldn't get it dirty, but getting it down from the attic was no great challenge. Borrowing some of the matron's costume jewelry would be a bit more of a challenge, but it was still well within Yuugo's range. "What do you need it for?"

"To look respectable," said Rin. "Don't worry. Just leave everything to me."

******

Rin waited and watched. For the past few blocks, she had been stalking the Security officers who had taken Yuugo's borrowed cards. She hated to just stand by and watch them while they hassled the people of her neighborhood, most of whom were nice people whose only crime was to be born on the wrong side of town, but she didn't dare intervene. If she jumped the gun and acted too soon, her act probably wouldn't come off, but if she took her eyes off these men for even a moment, she might never find them again. All she could do was creep along through shadows and over rooftops, holding the hem of her dress in one hand to prevent it picking up even the smallest smudge of dirt.

At last, they reached the edge of what Rin might have considered her territory: the place where the slums she had grown up in began to give way to more respectable neighborhoods. She made sure of which way her targets were going, and then hurried around the block so she could be seen coming back in the other direction. She looked around, feigning worry, then brightened as she let her gaze fall on the Security men.

"Oh, thank goodness!" she cried, hurrying towards them. "Please, officers, I need your help!"

The officers looked at her, and she looked up at them with her most appealing look. She had to admit, Yuugo had done sterling work. He'd filched a lipstick and some nail polish, as well as some hair clips and a pearl necklace. With his help, she'd managed to turn herself into a reasonable facsimile of a pampered rich girl whose whims should be taken seriously.

"What can we do for you, little lady?" one of them asked.

"I was playing in the park with some of my friends," she said, allowing a quaver to creep into her voice, "and some rough men came and stole some of my cards. Can you help me get them back, please?"

She looked at them appealingly. Maybe it was because she was genuinely concerned, but they seemed to believe her act.

"Can you describe these cards, Miss?" asked the officer who seemed to be in charge.

Rin nodded. Yuugo had given her the extensive list. He might be a bit airheaded in some areas of his life, but he had an excellent memory when it came to the cards he'd been playing. When she was done with her recitation, the officer nodded.

"Well, you're in luck," he said. "We caught some hoods fighting each other and one of them had your cards on him."

He reached into his pocket, beginning to take them out, but his partner stopped him.

"Wait," he said. "How do you know she's telling the truth? She could be in league with them!"

"What are you talking about?" the other officer replied. "Just look at her! Those are real pearls she's wearing! Her nail polish isn't even chipped, and you think she could be one of those delinquents? You need to get your eyes checked."

Rin managed to coax out a sob and rubbed at her eyes. "How can you say I'm one of those awful people? That's mean!"

"Hey, hey, don't cry!" said the second officer, sounding frantic. He fumbled a handkerchief out of his pocket and offered it to her. "I didn't mean it, really. Anyone can see you're a very respectable young lady."

Rin dabbed at her eyes with the handkerchief. The other officer offered her the cards, counting them all out carefully.

"Thank you so much!" she said. She gave them each a hug, thinking to herself that she was going to have to wash this dress before she washed it again. Still, it was important to keep up the act. She waved to them both as she skipped away and made herself vanish back around the corner.

A few minutes later, she was climbing back over the orphanage fence. Yuugo was waiting for her there.

"You were gone a long time," he said, as he hustled her back inside to change. "Did it go okay?"

"No problem!" she assured him, flaunting the cards. She grinned. "And I stole a Security officer's handkerchief."

"Awesome," said Yuugo. He gazed at her with idol worship in his eyes. "But I bet it wouldn't have worked if you weren't so pretty."

She blushed. "It was just the dress and stuff. Anyone could have done it."

"If they were brave and smart enough," said Yuugo. "<I>And</I> pretty. And there's nobody as smart and pretty and brave as you."

He really means it, she thought. She turned away, trying to hide how warm her face was becoming.

"Come on," she said. "Help me get rid of this stuff before Matron comes in and notices."

He helped her out of her borrowed finery, and then he scampered off to put everything back where it belonged. She pulled her day clothes back on and flopped back onto her bed. Now that it was all over, she felt drained.

Stupid Yuugo, she thought, smiling a little. Imagine getting himself into such a fix! All the same, it had been kind of fun, pulling the wool over those officers' eyes. Somehow, life was always fun when Yuugo was around. Lying there drowsing, she could only think to herself that if she stuck with Yuugo, her life would be nothing but adventures.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

#yugioh arc v

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laxchra-archive · 5 years

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...I really need to work on an OW verse for Connor...and probably a Marvel & DC one...because...I’m sorry his muse is strong anD I APOLOGIZE

#outofmoonslight #I mean I still have muse for everyone else???#which is kinda cool #but Connor has been added #and I know I'm like a year late to the party #but my friend said she'd let me borrow it and that never happened #then I honestly never saw it in stores #then spiderman #and then my bff was all into KH & I was punished ???? in a way because I never played them #becAUSE I NEVER HAD A SYSTEM FOR IT ALRIGHT #and then it went on sale and now it's mine

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george-weasleys-girl · 9 months

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💗WINNER OF GWG'S ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY CONTEST 💗

@who-actually-cares-anymore here you go! I tossed in a bit of humor and whimsy. I hope you enjoy it!

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of death (non-major characters) and grief

Summary: George and Destiny's wedding day. Personalized fic.

~•~

Something old. Destiny wore the dress her mother had worn when she walked down the aisle. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was almost as if her mum was standing right there with her.

Something new. Hidden beneath her dress, a sexy bit of lingerie to spice up the wedding night. She couldn't wait to see the look on George's face.

Something borrowed. Molly's heirloom earrings. Simple pearls passed down through seven generations. The honor had brought tears to her eyes.

Something blue. Around her neck, the aquamarine pendant that her father had gifted her on her sixteenth birthday. "Aquamarine is the 'good luck' stone," he'd said. "It will bring you love, happiness, and peace." Nothing could've been more perfect for this day.

~•~

Today, she was marrying her best friend, her soulmate, and her partner in crime, George Weasley.

It was a day that almost didn't happen. Not the marriage, of course, that would've happened come hell or high water. But the ceremony. After Destiny's parents died in the war, she couldn't bear to go through with the wedding they'd planned.

"Let's just elope, Georgie," she'd begged. "I want to marry you more than anything, but I don't think I could do a big wedding day without mum there or dad to walk me down the aisle."

George's eyes softened, and he took Destiny's hands in his. "My love, as much as I'd love to whisk you away and marry you right now, I'm worried you may regret it."

"Regret it?" Destiny's eyebrows scrunched together. "I would never regret marrying you."

"Nor I you," he continued. "But, before we make a hasty decision, I want you to think back to the night we announced our engagement. Afterward, you and your mum and all the Weasley women sat at the kitchen table, laughing like crazy and planning our wedding. You all had the whole thing figured out by the end of the night."

Destiny nodded. "Mum was so excited she could barely contain herself."

George smiled at the memory. "I know how much it meant to your mum and you to plan the ceremony together. If we don't go through with those plans, I worry you'll regret it. And, I don't want that to happen." He reached up and wiped away a tear from her cheek. "I knew the moment I met you that you were the woman I was going to marry. There's no one else on earth I want as my wife or as the mother of my children," he said, bringing a small smile to her face. "I'm not going anywhere, love. We'll wait until you're ready. Ok?"

Destiny sniffled and nodded. "Ok."

And wait, he did.

Now, almost two years later, that long awaited day had finally arrived.

~•~

"Ready, dear?" Arthur offered his arm.

Not for the first time that day, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. It was a bittersweet moment as the memory of her dad's excitement at giving her away flashed through her mind.

Arthur patted her hand. "He's walking with us, you know. Your dad wouldn't have missed this day for world."

Destiny nodded and closed her eyes. The wind picked up, the warm breeze carrying the faint hint of her father's cologne.

Yes. He was here.

Of course he was. And so was her mum. Even if she couldn't see them, their strength and love enveloped her. The heaviness that'd weighed her down for so long lifted, leaving her with a strange feeling of weightlessness. Almost as if she was floating on clouds.

"Ok, let's do this," Destiny smiled at Arthur, blinking away her tears. She refused to let anything obscure her vision. She wanted to see George's face as she walked toward him. To take in his smile, his joy. Her tears could come later.

The wedding march began, and the realization that she was about to marry the love of her life hit her head-on.

OH MY GOD, THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING! The sudden urge to run down the aisle and into George's arms overwhelmed her. After so much loss and heartbreak, the thought of waiting a second longer to embrace their bright and shining future together seemed far too long. She unconsciously picked up the pace, bringing a silent chuckle to Arthur's lips.

As they drew closer, Destiny looked up at her husband-to-be. George was smiling so wide, she thought his face might crack. Her smile widened to match his. As she moved closer, she saw his eyes glistening with tears and his chin quivering beneath his irrepressible smile.

Oh no, Destiny took a deep breath. If he starts crying, I'm gonna start crying, and I promised myself I wouldn't cry.

Not yet.

Ok, hold it together, she told herself.

Slow, deep breaths.

In. Out. In. Out.

Wait...

Why does my leg feel weird?

Oh shit, my garter is sliding down!

She tried frantically to magic it back up, but the effort was pointless without her wand.

If anything, it was picking up speed.

ABORT! ABORT! GARTER IS BELOW THE KNEE!

Well damn, now it's at my ankle. Probably best to just kick it off.

She shook her leg out to the side and heard someone giggle.

Okayyy... not my best idea. I just looked like a dog shaking its leg after a pee.

Destiny looked up at George, whose shoulders now shook uncontrollably, his eyes bright with mirth. The moment their gazes met, they both burst out laughing, followed by merriment ringing out all around them as everyone else joined in.

She and Arthur took the last few steps, and he placed her hands into those of her soon to be husband. George gazed down at her, laughter still on his lips and his eyes filled with so much love it took her breath away.

This is perfect, Destiny thought. This is as it should be. What better way to begin my future as George Weasley's wife, than with silliness and laughter?

~•~

George and Destiny had danced many times before. They'd danced before they'd even kissed, waltzing down the path from Hogsmede after their first date, reveling in the warm glow of belonging with someone, of belonging to someone. A promise of forever, like an invisible string that held them together through the darkest of times.

And yet today, as they danced together for the first time as husband and wife, lost in one another's eyes, the glow of that promise radiated so bright that even the onlookers were wrapped up in its warmth.

"Mrs. Destiny Weasley," George let the words roll off his tongue. "It has such a nice ring to it. I think I'll say it again. Mrs. Destiny Weasley."

Destiny giggled, and he twirled her out and then back into his arms. "Should I say it again?" He asked.

This time, she laughed out loud. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I think that's the millionth time you've said it since we were pronounced husband and wife, like 30 minutes ago," Destiny teased.

"Nonsense," George retorted. "It's only the eleventy-hundredth."

Before she could respond, he twirled her out and back into a dramatic dip, much to the applause and delight of the enraptured guests.

~•~

"Hey! The husband is supposed to actually dance with his wife on their wedding day, you know." George complained as Fred whisked Destiny away from Arthur after the father-daughter dance.

"You've already danced with her," Fred pointed out. "And besides, you can dance with her every day for the rest of your life. So there."

Destiny laughed. "You have me for the rest of the night, my love!" She yelled as Fred pulled into the melée.

As it turned out, she was mistaken. After Fred, Bill stepped in. Then Ron. And then Charlie. And finally, Percy.

George stood on the side lines, beside Ginny, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "At least you haven't tried to steal her away from me tonight," he joked to his sister.

Ginny's eyes widened. "Oh my god, you're right!" She said and ran off through the crowd.

"Hey, wait! Ginny!" George took off behind her. "That wasn't a challenge!"

~•~

"What the f - " Percy muttered. He was escorting Destiny off the dance floor when they spied George and Ginny racing toward them.

Destiny took an instinctive step back. As much as she loved them both, she had to admit, watching her 6'2" husband and his warrior sister running full tilt toward her was just a little intimidating.

The next thing she knew, Ginny was grabbing her by the waist. "C'mon! I haven't had my dance with the bride yet!" Destiny looked up to see George red-faced and doubled over in laughter, while a bewildered Percy stood next to him, taking in the two women who were both now in hysterics, as they danced to a rousing version of "Celebration."

~•~

One year later

Afternoon faded into evening, it's symphony of color and the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing along the shoreline were the only music they needed as they waltzed along the beach.

"One year as husband and wife," George grinned. "And I'm the only one who gets to dance with you tonight."

Destiny laughed out loud at that. It'd become a long-running joke between them that George barely got to dance with her at their wedding reception. "You know, you did get to dance with me that night," she teased.

"Yeah, after everyone else on the planet took a turn," he joked. "I'm pretty certain there were some random people who snuck in just to have a dance with my beautiful bride."

Destiny's cheeks tinged pink in spite of herself. "After all this time, you can still make me blush. You are quite the marvel of a man."

"And you, my dear," he dipped her low, giving her a brief, gentle kiss. "Are my Destiny. "

~•~

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#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fluff #george weasley fanfic #personalized fic

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manddor · 2 years

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this is inspired by @love-me-a-good-prompt ‘s prompt <3

summary: peter and you were supposed to celebrate your first anniversary

peter maximoff x fem!reader

Y/n remembered it like it was yesterday the day she met Peter Maximoff.

She was in the backseat of her friend’s car, going back to Xavier's school after having a perfect day at the movie theater watching horror movies. However, they saw a speedster running in front of the car and then an explosion noise. The mansion was destroyed and thanks to that boy the students were saved.

He had silver hair, wore a silver jacket, glasses and he was so tall and pretty. “Hello sweetie” her heart sped up for some reason she didn't understood. “Bad day to meet.”

After the war was over, he decided to stay at Charles' mansion. Y/n was thinking they were going to get along great until he started picking on her. “Have I told you how hideous you look today?” or when Charles put him as her partner “You know I'm better than you, don't you? It is better to give up.”

She responded, but not with words. He never had a reason to call her ugly. Y/n knew she was beautiful and that confidence caught everyone's attention. And she'd been trained by Charles and Raven since she was little, a fresher wouldn't ruin her reputation.

Afterward Jean and Scott started dating. Their group was reduced to just Peter and Y/n. They always tried to avoid each other, but Jean always escaped to the boys’ room, leaving Peter with no choice. "I'm not going to sleep on the floor!" Peter exclaimed when he noticed that you and Jean shared just one bed.

"I'm not going to sleep with you touching me!"

"Why? Are you afraid I'll bite?" the girl's face flushed and she hid it.

"Ugh, shut up and lie down, I'm sleepy" she gave in and when Peter lay down beside her, she could feel his warm skin and thought how comfortable hugging that arm should be.

The night was being a nightmare, she didn't stop moving and neither did he. Until you came face to face. “I never imagined this would happen,” he whispered with his little smirk.

"I bet you wished this day to come, huh?"

"You're right" he said approaching, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Stop being so cocky, Maximoff”

"Then kiss me" Peter said wanting to make Y/n get angry and walk away like she always did, but he didn't expect her to do exactly what he told.

Now they were celebrating their anniversary. Peter said he was going to take her to a fancy place, so y/n begged for help from Jean who choose a beautiful blue dress.

Peter had become the happiest person in the world. He felt like a big loser, but seeing that the lame jokes he used to make, made her laugh was the moment he discovered he was in love with you.

When it was 7 pm, Peter showed up at her bedroom door and borrowed Scott's motorcycle to take her to the restaurant. The two agreed that they wouldn’t use or talk about their powers.

The restaurant was highly luxurious, with white marble floors and people dressed in their finest clothes. “Oh my god, Pete! This is too much!"

“You deserve it.” He kissed her forehead and took her hand to go to the receptionist.

"Hello, a table for two please" he said trying to look serious and older.

“I'm sorry sir, but the queue is 3 hours” the receptionist said.

Peter looked at you. “I don’t think I can take it, I haven’t eaten all afternoon!” then he looked at the receptionist again. “Are all tables three hours on hold?” she confirmed.

"Thanks!" you said and took his hand to get out of line. “Pete, let me drive now”

You took him to his favorite fast food place. Everyone looked at you both like you were superstars, dressed in your fancy clothes.

“I'm sorry it didn't work out today. I wanted you to have a princess night as you deserve. I saved all my money to get this done!” Peter said after you ordered your meal.

“Pete! You don't need to apologize for anything, unforeseen happens. And I always feel like a princess no matter the place, you make me feel that way” he took your face and kissed you.

“I have the best girlfriend in the world. I don't know what I did to deserve this. Besides, I was crazy to eat here. Thanks, my love”

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helloalycia · 3 years

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teenage dirtbag [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: Things finally explode between you and Nate, and Pietro decides to get to the bottom of whatever is going on between you and Wanda, though in usual Pietro fashion AKA not subtly at all

warning/s: none.

author's note: this is very beefy, i must admit, but i think you'll all enjoy the outcome 😂💘

Dinner with the Maximoffs wasn't as strange as I envisioned. Her parents were sweet and the twins did their best to make me feel comfortable. Wanda still seemed mildly frustrated whenever Pietro and I would talk though, and I figured she may have thought I was lying when I told her I didn't like him like that. I hoped that wasn't the case.

After dinner, Wanda took me upstairs to show me her bedroom. I'm not sure how to describe it other than it seemed so Wanda.

"I'm guessing red is your favourite colour," I said when I saw the hints of scarlet in her bedroom. On her walls, in her bedding, on her pillows. Just like her car and her jacket, they were all bright and very her.

"Great observation, Sherlock," she teased with a sly smile.

I returned the smile, sticking my tongue out at her playfully, before having a walk around and coming across her massive CD collection and CD player. Her music taste was actually quite similar to mine, which I definitely didn't expect. It just made her ten times more attractive to me which wasn't good, but oh well. I was here for a good time, not a long time. And my crush on Wanda Maximoff would surely be the death of me.

"D'you have any CDs at all?" she asked, joining my side when she noticed me staring at the shelf.

I crossed my arms, glancing at her. "Don't get me wrong. I'd love to collect them, but it's just so much easier to have Spotify, y'know?"

My intention wasn't to make her laugh, but God I was glad I did when her eyes crinkled and the sound rang around the room, making my heart pinch with adoration.

After giving me some of her pyjamas, the two of us got ready and brushed our teeth before I realised she wanted me to share bed with her.

"You wanna watch some TV before bed?" she asked, clearly not registering my hesitance to slide into her Queen-sized bed.

I swallowed hard. "S-sure."

She turned on the TV at the end of her bed as I slipped in beside her, still a bit rigid as I kept a fair distance from her.

"What you feeling? Comedy? Drama? Horror?"

"Anything is fine with me," I said, still tense.

She hummed in acknowledgement before leaning down on her pile of pillows behind her, edging closer to me. My heart was hammering in my chest as her hair tickled my arm from where she was laying.

"You comfortable?" she checked in, leaning backwards so her head was upside down to see me. "I have more pillows if you need them."

I offered her a small smile, hoping it disguised my nerves. "I'm good."

She nodded before flicking through the channels and eventually settling on reruns of The Office. It took time, but I eventually overcame my initial shock of sharing bed with the girl I had a major crush on and instead relaxed, getting comfortable under the covers.

After watching some TV, we called it a night and fell asleep quite quickly, the day taking its toll on us. For once, I wasn't panicking about doing something stupid. I simply fell asleep, trying to ignore the heat she emanated from beside me.

It was a peaceful night – her bed was super comfortable – and I woke up to the sound of Wanda moving about in her bedroom.

"Shoot, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" she asked when she saw me moving about under the blankets. I tried to blink away the sleep as she continued, "I was gonna wake you soon. School starts in an hour."

I rubbed my eyes, yawning, before sitting up and seeing she was practically already dressed. That meant she would have been up for a while, meaning she would have seen me fast asleep. God, I hated when people saw me sleeping. It always felt so weird.

"It's okay," I got out tiredly, before running a hand through my hair.

"You sleep well?" she asked, spinning around in her chair, her makeup half done. "I tried my very best not to use you as a teddy bear."

She was joking, but I felt my neck grow warm at the thought and damn, it was just way too early to be flustered.

"Yeah, I slept great," I settled, feeling her gaze on me. "Thanks again for having me over."

"Anytime," she said, and something told me it wasn't just a friendly response but that she actually meant it. Maybe it was the kind smile on her lips as she said so. "Just like last night, if you wanna use anything in the bathroom, go for it."

I gave her a thumbs up, taking a moment to wake myself up a little more, before heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I returned to Wanda's room, I saw she'd already made the bed and had laid my clothes on top of it.

"I've got a shirt you can borrow," she said when I grabbed my jeans.

"Oh, I can just wear the same thing again, it's no biggie," I told her, already grabbing my shirt.

She pouted before grabbing a shirt from her closet. "Just hold on. You'll love it."

In no time, she came out from her closet and held out a Paramore tee shirt on a hanger towards me.

"I got it from the last concert I went to," she explained. "I thought you'd like it."

I couldn't help but smile at the thought. "Wow, Wanda. Really? You don't mind?"

She nodded, shaking the shirt as emphasis for me to take it. I did, having a look over it and smiling to myself.

"I'll wash it and give it back to you tomorrow," I promised, taking it off the hanger and holding it with my jeans. "Thanks."

"You can keep it," she said, scratching the back of her head apprehensively. "I've got loads."

"Oh, no, I can't do that," I began to deny, but she shook her head.

"It's fine, I'm giving it to you," she said, before smiling sweetly. "I'm sure you'll look better in it anyway."

Again with the warmth spreading up my neck...

"I doubt that," I quipped with a small smile.

"Go! Go get changed," she said, already pushing me towards the door. "I'll meet you downstairs for breakfast."

I snickered, letting her shove me into the hallway, before heading into the bathroom to get ready. The shirt was oversized, so there was no need to be worried it wouldn't fit. It was actually really nice, plus I liked it that extra bit more knowing Wanda gave it to me. Though I knew I wouldn't keep it. It was hers and she was just being nice.

When I finished making myself look presentable, I headed downstairs and found the twins at the kitchen counter, chatting between themselves. Their chatter ceased when I walked in, with Wanda biting her lip and looking me up and down with satisfaction.

"I was right," was all she said, making me nervous. "You do look better in it than me."

—

The day after that, I did as I said I would and returned Wanda's shirt to her, washed, folded and ironed. Knowing she wouldn't accept it without a fight, I left it in her bag when she wasn't looking during class.

I should have expected her to approach me at my locker afterwards.

"It was supposed to be a gift," she said, and I saw her pretty face reflected in the mirror hung inside my locker.

I turned around, already knowing what she was talking about.

"I told you I couldn't accept," I said politely, giving her a small smile. "I appreciate it though." She seemed disappointed which obviously didn't help with my feelings for her, so I took a leap and added, "Maybe I can get my own at their next concert. In the summer, right?"

She picked up on what I meant and smiled, stifling a laugh. Running a hand through her hair, she met my gaze and I found myself frozen in place as always, unable to look away. I wondered if she knew what she was doing when she did that, knew that she was giving me heart palpitations every time her lips turned into a playful smirk and dark eyes studied me curiously.

My eyes drifted to her lips subconsciously and she must have put on some lip balm or something, prior to finding me just now, as they looked shiny and pink and just so damn kissable. Nate was one lucky guy.

—

Having faced issues with Nate three times now (AKA the three times he happened to launch a football at my head), I'd figured I wouldn't be seeing the last of him. He was a dick, meaning he had a natural inclination to piss people off, particularly me. But I never thought he'd go for Y/BF/N.

We were chilling by our lockers, chatting about his film project, when his books suddenly got knocked out of his hands and he was shoved against the lockers. I straightened up when I saw it was Nate, looking pissed off as he had Y/BF/N's shirt bundled in his fist.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, trying to shove him off, but he merely pushed me back.

"This isn't your business," he said to me before glaring at Y/BF/N, who was quiet with panic. "You. You've been hanging around my girlfriend and I don't like it."

The colour drained from Y/BF/N's face as Nate slammed his hand to the lockers beside his head, startling him.

"I want you to stay the fuck away from Wanda!" he ordered, and students were starting to pick up on the fight that was clearly about to break out. "You fucking hear me, you nerd? Stay the fuck away!"

Poor Y/BF/N nodded his head, eyes avoiding Nate's. Meanwhile, I was angrier than Nate probably was. Y/BF/N had done nothing wrong. Maybe Nate had just seen Wanda hanging with me and because Y/BF/N was always with me, assumed the worst. Either way, this was no way to handle the situation and I was not gonna let this dick threaten my friend.

"Get the fuck away from him, Nate," I said through gritted teeth, glaring a hole into the side of his head.

Nate barely glanced my way. "I told you this isn't your business, honey."

"Five seconds," I said, standing behind him as a crowd began to form. "You've got five seconds or I'm gonna kick you."

He seemed to ignore me as he tightened his grip on Y/BF/N's shirt, only pissing me off more.

"Five," I began to count down, the grip on my books tightening with nerves and anger. "Four."

He still didn't look my way, just kept slapping Y/BF/N's face to scare him.

"Three, two, one," I said quickly, tired of giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Without waiting anymore, I kicked him between the legs with full force, watching as he instantly let go of Y/BF/N and doubled over. Everybody began to laugh, some making 'ooh' noises, but the consensus was clear – it definitely sucked to be Nate right now.

I tried not to laugh as I watched his face scrunch with pain, turning red. I was starting to appreciate my choice of wearing my doc marten boots today.

"No more balls for the guy who keeps throwing them at my fucking head," I got out, jaw clenching.

He looked up, his face crossing with realisation as he recognised me. In response, he glared in my direction, but it didn't faze me.

"Come on, Y/BF/N," I said, looking to my startled friend. "Let's go."

"What on Earth is going on over here?!" a teacher's voice rang out in the distance, and I groaned internally.

When I turned to leave, I heard Nate from behind me, grunting with dissatisfaction.

"Fuckin' dyke," he mumbled under his breath, and I paused, clenching my fists.

"Y/N, don't–" Y/BF/N tried to stop me, but I was too pissed to care.

I spun around and punched Nate square in the face, feeling good as his smirking face scrunched in pain and his back hit the lockers from the impact.

"Woah!" a teacher came out of nowhere, shoving herself between us and pushing me away from him. "What the hell is going on here?!"

I shook my hand to ease the pain on my knuckles, though the pain couldn't stop the grin on my lips as Nate raised his hands to his face, holding his busted nose. Students were going crazy, egged on by the potential fight, and for once, I didn't mind the attention. Nate had that coming for a while now.

"Everybody back to class! Now!" the teacher yelled, glaring all around her, before her eyes settled on Nate and I. "You two. Nurse's office now."

Nate glared at me behind his bloody nose and, once again, I tried not to laugh. Y/BF/N patted my back, amazement written on his face, before letting me leave with the teacher and an unusually silent Nate.

—

Kicking Nate in the groin and punching him in the face wasn't something I did to get attention, yet that's exactly what happened. Word of the incident spread around the school quite quickly, so much in fact that even students from other grades became aware of the situation and were approaching me to tell me how awesome I was. The whole thing was definitely strange, but I could tolerate it.

What I couldn't tolerate was having Chemistry after lunch and wondering if Wanda knew.

Would she hate me for punching her boyfriend? I wasn't sure. I just knew that when she walked into class and sat next to me, I felt everyone's eyes subtly watching us as if waiting for her to explode at me.

I'd been given an ice pack for my bruised hand after my visit to the nurse's office earlier whilst Nate had been treated for his broken nose (the fact that I'd broken it was hilarious to me, since I knew I wasn't even that strong). The principal had a very angry yell at us both in his office, neither of us willing to reveal the premise of our fight, before giving us detention every day after school for two weeks straight as punishment. Of course, Nate got his two weeks at a different time to mine for fear I'd punch him again (he definitely didn't like that, but he couldn't exactly say that to to principal).

I didn't bother using the ice pack in Chemistry for fear Wanda may ask what was up. I successfully managed to hide my hand and as a second surprise of the day, Wanda mentioned nothing about the incident. Not one thing about her boyfriend, about Y/BF/N, about any of it. I thought she might hint at it, trying to get me to bring it up. But she didn't which made me think she actually had no idea it even happened. Had anyone told her? Had he told her? Nah, probably not. His fragile masculinity probably caused him to change the story to something else so he didn't look like a wimp in front of his girlfriend.

Whatever it was, I was safe for now.

Thinking I'd got away with a confrontation from Wanda, I went about the rest of my day as usual. Well, that was until I was replacing some books in my locker at the end of the day and saw Wanda at her locker behind me, arguing with– yep, you guessed it. Nate.

Y/BF/N was collecting some books from his own locker beside me and we both exchanged looks as we saw the two lovebirds in a heated argument. Just when we were about to leave, someone cleared their throat from behind us, making us turn around.

Wanda was stood there, backpack hanging from her shoulder, beside Nate, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else but here.

"Hi," he started quietly, making Wanda clear her throat. He glanced at her before looking to Y/BF/N. "Look, man, I'm really sorry about earlier. I was wrong about what I said. We cool?"

I tried not to laugh at the way Nate was being forced to apologise by his girlfriend. Y/BF/N glanced to me with questioning eyes, so I simply shrugged.

"I guess...," he finally answered Nate, still a little awkward.

Nate nodded before looking to me. He still had his reservations, judging from the twitch in his expression, but for Wanda's sake, he kept his cool.

"I'm sorry for treating you badly," he said reluctantly. "With the football and just generally."

God, it was so hard not to laugh in his face right now. His nose had gauze taped to it and it made him look like an idiot. I fake coughed to disguise my smile, before meeting his gaze.

"It's, er, cool," I said, not in the mood to be an arsehole to him, even though he deserved it. I'd punched him – I think we were equal for now.

He nodded, before staying quiet. Glancing to Wanda, he waited for her to say something. She rolled her eyes and nodded for him to leave. When he was gone, she sighed tiredly.

"I only heard about what happened after Chem class," she said, mainly to me, a guilty expression on her lips. "I'm so sorry he acted like a jerk."

I chewed my lip, unsure what to say.

"It's okay, Y/N here took care of it," Y/BF/N said, smiling with amusement at me. Okay, well now she definitely knew.

"Yeah, sorry you felt you had to do that," she said with a grimace. "I guess he deserved it though."

"Kind of," I agreed, before noticing the regretful frown on her lips. "He apologised though. It's already happened. I kinda broke his nose... No point in dwelling on it."

She smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Yeah..." Her eyes fell to my bruised hand before lifting it gently. I winced at the ache, but let her hold it, studying the purple bruise painted across my knuckles. "That looks bad."

It felt good punching him though, but I wasn't about to say that since it was her boyfriend I was talking about.

"It's alright," I said dismissively, shrugging. "Nate kind of got it worse. I'll live."

The pad of her thumb stroked the bruise gently and I held my breath, the feeling of her hands holding mine sending shivers up my arm. Her eyes flickered to mine, softened with guilt, before she let go of my hand.

"I should head home," she said after a pause. "I'll see you both tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow," Y/BF/N said for both of us, sensing my loss of words.

Wanda held my gaze once more, eyes half lidded as they glanced down. Before I could even question what she was looking at, she waved goodbye and left.

"She's either starting to realise what a dick her boyfriend is or she's just really into you," Y/BF/N said, patting me on the back. "Maybe both, who knows?"

—

"You definitely cheated," I told Y/BF/N once we finished yet another round of air hockey. "Nobody wins six times in a row like that!"

He laughed at my expression. "Tell me, dear Y/N. How would I cheat? The concept of the game is simple, really. It's not my fault you're terrible."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "Seventh time's the charm. C'mon."

He chuckled, about to put more money in the machine, before his eyes got distracted by something behind me. "Well, would you look at that. The Maximoff twins are here."

"Very funny," I said with a knowing look. "You can't throw me off like that. We've established I'm already terrible. Now c'mon. Let's go!"

"I wish I was joking," he said, shaking his head.

I scoffed, not believing him, and turned around to prove him wrong, but I was surprised when I saw Wanda and Pietro walking into the arcade we were in. They seemed to spot us instantly, waving in our direction before approaching us.

"Fancy seeing you here," Pietro teased with a smile as they stopped before us.

I cracked a smile as Y/BF/N joined my side. "We're hanging out. And you?"

Wrapping an arm around his sister's shoulder, he tugged Wanda close to him. "Sibling bonding time."

Wanda rolled her eyes at his childishness, but I could tell she found it endearing all the same.

"Well, if you want, you can hang with us," Y/BF/N offered, and we all looked to him, myself raising a brow his way. He seemed to sense my reluctance, it egging him on as he grinned at them. "Y/N doesn't mind. Do you, Y/N?"

I swallowed hard as I looked between the twins. "'Course not."

And that's how I found myself playing arcade games with the Maximoff twins that Saturday afternoon. It was actually pretty fun, with Pietro being as competitive as I was and Wanda being the sweetest loser with everything she played. It was so adorable, but I ended up letting her win some games of skee-ball just so I could see that cute nose scrunch of hers as she realised she'd won.

"You gonna let me win like that, too?" Pietro caught on as he took his sister's place in playing against me. He had a mischievous grin on his lips and I felt my mouth go dry at what he was implying.

"You wish," I said, playing it cool, though I wondered if he cared that I clearly let Wanda win. He wouldn't read into it, right?

Pietro took his go as he spoke. "So, I heard what happened with you and Nate at school last week."

I closed my eyes, cringing at the reminder. Pietro merely laughed.

"You kicked him super hard, right?" he asked excitedly. "I heard his face went so red with anger that you could fry an egg on it! And don't forget that punch, goddamn what I would pay to have seen that!"

"Pietro!" Wanda scolded from behind us as her and Y/BF/N played air hockey. "Don't be a tool!"

I felt my face heat up with embarrassment as Pietro continued to laugh. Y/BF/N joined in whilst Wanda tried to hide the smile dancing on her lips.

"You're not even together anymore," Pietro called to Wanda between laughter. Wait, did I hear that right?

"You and Nate broke up?" Y/BF/N asked with disbelief. "Our grade's 'it' couple broke up?"

Wanda ran a hand through her hair to distract from her flittering eyes. "He treated you horribly last week. Both of you." She glanced my way before looking at her shoes. "He was a jerk. It was long overdue... Also, I would have broken up with him there and then had I known what he'd said to you. I'm sorry he said what he did."

She stared at me with apologetic eyes and I wasn't sure what to say or do other than nod awkwardly and look away. The fact that she'd broken up with him put a smile on my face though.

"I just think it's awesome," Pietro admitted, before saluting playfully to me. "Thank you for your service. I knew you were awesome, but this is a whole new level."

I sighed, attempting to hide my smile, before straightening up to play. Pietro and I played some skee-ball before I decided to have a go at the claw machine. Wanda was at the one beside me, attempting to win herself a fluffy black cat plush toy. She'd had three goes before giving up, admitting to defeat.

"Typical Wanda," Pietro teased. "Giving up when the going gets tough."

She punched him in the arm, making him jump and rub it. That elicited a smile from her, making me laugh at their immaturity.

"How about Wanda and I go and get a table in the diner next door whilst you finish up winning whatever it is you're trying to win?" Y/BF/N asked, looking to me, as if assigning blame.

"I already told you, I'm not leaving this machine until I win at least one thing," I stated stubbornly.

"The amount of money you've put into the machine won't make up for whatever you win," Y/BF/N teased with amusement.

"Just go," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I'll be there soon."

"I'll wait with her," Pietro said, resting a hand on my shoulder, making me shrug him off jokingly. "See you soon," he added with a laugh, to his sister and Y/BF/N.

When they left, I looked to Pietro with an amused smile. "I don't need you to look after me, y'know."

He shrugged and looked through the glass of the claw machine. "I know. But I stayed to give you some advice, princess."

"Oh, really? And what advice is that?" I asked, before putting some coins in the machine to have another go.

"People usually tend to win these things for people they like, right?" he asked, nodding to the plush toys in the machine.

"Or for themselves," I corrected with a curious smile. "Take Wanda for example. How badly did she want that cat?"

He crossed his arms, smiling with amusement. "You could win it for her, y'know."

"What?" I asked, half paying attention as I attempted to grab a teddy bear.

"Win the cat for my sister and give it to her?"

I ended up dropping the teddy from the claw as I looked to Pietro with shock. He laughed at my expression, leaning against the machine.

"You do like her, right? Otherwise this is awkward," he added as an afterthought, looking down and smiling to himself.

My jaw hung open. "I– er– I never really– I don't–"

"She must definitely like you," Pietro noted, glancing at me.

I licked my lips as I found my words. "Did she," I cleared my throat, "did she say something?"

"Well, no," he said, "but she looks like she wants to murder me every time I hang out with you."

"That's just a coincidence," I said, shaking my head and looking back to the machine. "She's not–" I thought about, before shaking my head again. "No."

I appreciated Pietro's help, but Wanda definitely didn't like me like that. She was just protective of her brother and friendly to me. It didn't mean anything.

"Look, you don't have to listen to me," he said, straightening up and looking at the machine as I slotted another coin in. "But you could give it a shot. See what happens."

I glanced at him, his blue eyes watching me knowingly, a matching smirk on his lips.

"Fine," I gave in, hoping it wouldn't backfire. "Let's see what happens..."

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MAGIC SHOP | JJK (01)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, slow burn, pining, slice of life au.

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings/Note: This fic doesn’t include incest okay? Taemin only treats Jungkook like his own son but he is not related to OC and Soojin by blood. But if you’re uncomfortable, please don’t read. Soojin’s mom HATES OC for being an illegitimate child.

SERIES: CHAPTER 2

"Oh shit, shit, shit—"

You clamped your eyes shut upon hearing the unending profanities leaving Soojin's mouth from the other line.

This same thing had happened more than you could ever count that was why it didn't come as a surprise to you when Soojin, your sister, asked you this: "Fuck. Can you please pick me up? Dad is going to kill me!"

When she said 'dad,' what she really meant was the head of the architects as well the people involved in the project you two were currently working on.

"Soojin, Both of us will be late if I come and pick you up. Can't you just hail a cab or something?" You sighed, stopping the car when the traffic light turned red.

You were just two minutes away from the office.

"But I hate the smell of cabs!" She whined. You could imagine her pouting her lips since she didn't get what she wanted in the first try.

"Please?" She tried again.

You remained quiet.

"You're my sister. You should always be on my side!"

You could no longer keep your mouth shut after that.

You exhaled loudly, finally relenting. She won. You could never say no when she started pulling the 'you're my sister card.'

Admittedly, it was the key to your soft spot, the only thing that could melt your cold heart—the only thing that made you feel like you were a true Kim.

Kim Soojin. This was your half sister's complete name. Her surname was something you had wanted to use ever since you were a little girl. Your father promised you that he would let you carry his last name when you reached the age of majority.

You were twenty six now. Eight years had passed since you turned eighteen and yet, the last name of your mother was still attached to your first name.

Huh. You should have known that nothing would change. You didn't even know why you were still expecting when it was clear from the very beginning that Kim Taemin, your father, never kept his promises to you.

He always let you down, always made you feel that you didn't matter. You didn't want to be like him. This was one of the reasons why you chose to pick up Soojin from a hotel even though it would cause you to be late at work.

You didn't want to disappoint Soojin. This, however, didn't mean that the latter felt the same way.

"You reek alcohol..." You winced as soon as your sister entered your car.

She was wearing the same dress she wore at the party last night. Soojin liked bar-hopping with her friends. She actually invited you but you couldn't join them because you were busy preparing for today's presentation at work.

You and Soojin were both architects at Castle, the architectural firm owned by your father. As mentioned, you two would be presenting today—both as leaders. There were two teams in your department and Jungkook, the head of the architects, chose you and Soojin to lead each team.

In short, your sister was your rival. You knew you should be rejoicing now that it looked like she was an intoxicated mess, a clear indication that she wasn't ready to face your colleagues.

However, instead of delight, the only emotion you felt was disappointment. You were disappointed that she was acting so reckless when she was supposed to be leading people towards success.

"Yeah I know. My head is killing me." She sighed dramatically as she eyed you from head to toe. "Let me borrow your coat. I'm wearing a tube dress. I can't go to the office looking like this."

You took off your coat and handed it to her without a word. She needed it more than you do. Your dress was already appropriate for work. You only paired it with a coat because it's cold in the building, but you'd live.

"Ugh. I need coffee. Can we get one? And what's that thing you made me drink when my head's spinning? I need that too." She locked in her safety belt, a sign that she didn't want to get what she needed to make herself feel better.

She wanted you to be the one to buy her a coffee and probably some ibuprofen to help with her hangover, and since you were the best sister in the whole world, you did exactly what she wanted you to do, leaving her in your car—but not after asking her to open your laptop to send your presentation to one of your teammates via email.

You had the revised copy of your team's output. You knew you would be late so you wanted them to start without you.

You trusted your group. You were certain that they could manage even if you were out here buying vanilla bean frappuccino with three pumps of raspberry syrup for your sister.

Unfortunately, you overestimated your team.

They were a hot mess without you. They couldn't start the presentation since they believed that you had what they didn't have.

"Oh, so now the VIP decided to show up, huh?" You were welcomed by Sin-ae's sarcastic remark the second you entered the conference hall.

Kim Sin-ae was your father's legal wife so you understood why she hated you.

"I'm sorry. Traffic's terrible..." You lied, bowing your head as you continued to apologize to everyone.

"And yet you still have time to buy yourself a coffee..." Sin-ae raised her brow.

You automatically hid the plastic cup on your back. This was Soojin's coffee. She asked you to hold it for a while since she needed to go to the washroom to freshen up a little.

"I'm really sorry..." This was the only thing you could say before making your way towards your panicking teammates.

"What happened? Why haven't you guys started yet?" You whispered, eyes darting to the black screen of their laptop.

"We can't start without you, team leader. You have the revised copy of our project." Mina groaned, tears pricking at her eyes.

She was frustrated as she explained that they tried to sidetrack the important people in this room through motivation and corny jokes.

It didn't work. The panel was pissed off, especially Soojin's mom.

"Did you check your email? I asked Soojin to send it to you," your heartbeat doubled when Mina nodded, feeling dejected.

"I did. But you sent a blank document."

"Shit." You tongued the inside of your cheek, striving to calm down as you opened your laptop.

You still had ten minutes before Soojin's team took over.

You could do this.

But for the second time around, you were incorrect.

You couldn't do this—not when your file seemed to be corrupted. You couldn't even find its contents anywhere.

"Shit, shit, shit..." It was your turn to cuss nonstop. What happened to your damn file?

You felt like you were about to faint when someone suddenly tapped your shoulder.

You looked back only to see Jungkook's soft brown eyes. He had this look that instantly calmed you down.

"Are you having problems?" Even his voice was soft. "Do you want help? Tell me what I can do for you..."

Jungkook knew you were stubborn. You rarely admitted your weakness so he already expected you to shake your head, refusing to accept any form of help.

"There's nothing you can do. Our file is corrupted..."

Jungkook's eyes dilated.

"No." He shook his head too.

How could this happen? It was impossible. You were many things but being reckless wasn't one of them.

He knew how much effort and time you had exerted for this project. You would never allow bad things to happen to it.

Fuck.

Did someone sabotage you?

But who?

"Good morning, everyone!"

The door of the conference room abruptly opened, revealing Soojin who didn't look intoxicated anymore.

She looked fresh, like she woke up on the right side of bed.

She looked like she had already succeeded.

"I'm right on time, aren't I?" Soojin smiled when she spotted your team packing up.

You were too stunned to know what was happening around you—too stunned to know that Soojin planned all of this.

She only pretended like she was drunk so she could sabotage your whole presentation.

She was a good architect, but she knew she'd lose this project. She saw glimpses of your plan and it was clearly better than their team's output.

Soojin couldn't accept defeat, not when this project would serve as a way to be closer to Jeon Jungkook, the love of her life.

The winning team would have the privilege to work with the head of the architects. Jungkook would lead the project together with Soojin.

Mrs. Lee, their client, was a business person who was also an advocate of mental health. She said she wanted Castle to think of a plan that would ease the mind of people.

Soojin's plan was to build a luxury spa that would help people who were in distress to feel relaxed.

Since you blew your chance to show off what you've got, the architects working at Castle didn't have a choice but to just agree with Soojin's plan.

It was approved immediately, especially because Kim Sin-ae coaxed everyone to choose Soojin's idea.

Sin-ae wasn't an architect but she was allowed to be in this conference room since she was not only the wife of the chairman, but also a great friend of Mrs. Lee.

"Thank you so much for choosing our team." Soojin's smile was big as she shook the hand of Mrs. Lee.

"It's my pleasure..."

It broke your heart to see Mrs. Lee smiled. It wasn't because you were jealous of Soojin's achievement. It was more like you hated yourself for being an idiot.

You overworked yourself. Maybe because of exhaustion, you deleted the contents instead of saving the changes you made.

Damn. You should have checked it again this morning.

You continued to beat yourself up as you watched Mrs. Lee conversed with Jungkook and Soojin.

Your stomach dropped at the sight. Soojin was wrapping her hands around Jungkook's biceps.

Luckily, someone blocked your eyesight. You didn't think you could bear another second looking at them.

But you know what they said, it wasn't always luck.

You knew luck wouldn't be on your side now that your father was in front of you, demanding you to look at him.

"Father..." You bowed, greeting him.

Taemin didn't smile, keeping a stoic expression.

"You disappointed me," was the first thing he told you today. You knew he was here, watching you fucked up.

He didn't say anything when his wife threw sarcastic remarks at you. He also didn't ask if you were okay or if he could help you when it was apparent that you were struggling a short while ago.

Your father paid you no mind as he conversed with Seokjin, your half brother who was five years older than you and Namjoon, your other half brother.

Your two older brothers were engineers but Jungkook invited them to ask for their opinions, hoping he could learn a thing or two.

Out of the six members of your family who were here today, only Jungkook showed you kindness.

Jeon Jungkook who wasn't even related to you by blood.

He was just a dear childhood friend who happened to be loved by the Kims, someone who was adopted by your father when he became an orphan.

Taemin couldn't just abandon little Jeon, which was very in contrast to how your father treated you.

"I'll do better, father." You said, voice sounding like a robot.

Taemin clenched his jaw.

"You better. The next time you fucked up, you won't be allowed to set foot inside my building. Do you understand?"

"Yes, father..."

With that, Taemin left. He was immediately followed by your brothers who didn't even spare you a glance.

"A bastard without a brain. I'm glad you're not carrying our last name—" Sin-ae sneered at you right before following her sons out. "—because it would be such a shame."

You didn't have the chance to respond because as soon as Sin-ae left you alone, Jungkook and Soojin came near you.

"We're having lunch with Mrs. Lee and our family today. Wanna join?" Soojin smiled sweetly at you.

You couldn't answer because of the lump in your throat, and also because you didn't really hear what she said. Your whole attention was focused on Soojin's hand that was still wrapped around Jungkook's biceps.

"Yeah, didn't you say you like steak?" Jungkook also smiled at you. His doe eyes were sparkling.

"Ah," you swallowed thickly, finally realizing that they were inviting you to have lunch with them.

"You go ahead. I still have things to do."

"But you haven't eaten breakfast yet." Jungkook's lips protruded into a pout, his forehead creasing.

He knew you for more than two decades now, meaning he could tell if you had eaten already or not.

Judging your expressions—constantly touching your stomach while hiding your other shaky hand behind your back, he could tell that you were hungry.

He also knew that you had a habit of skipping breakfast because you had no appetite from five to nine in the morning. You usually ate at around 9:15am, but you didn't have the chance to do that since you were caught up with today's meeting.

"Uh..." You bit your lower lip, trailing off. You didn't know what excuse to give him since your mind was still not working.

What was the polite way to say leave me alone. I don't want to be with anyone right now?

"Don't force her, Jungkook. Maybe she's not in the mood to eat yet..." Soojin. She was the one who found an excuse for you. She was looking at you as if to say that she got it, that she would not let Jungkook bother you any longer.

Soojin pulled Jungkook towards the exit, leaving him with no choice but to just look at you until he couldn't anymore.

No one could see you anymore.

You were alone in this cold empty room.

You knew you would break down if you stayed here any longer.

And so you left too.

You left the building because the whole place was suffocating you—reminding you that you messed up.

The only place that could calm your heart was the playground. It was located near the elementary school where you and Jungkook studied before.

No children were allowed to go to this playground during class hours. Most of them flocked here at around four pm so right now, it was only you who was sitting on the swing, sighing.

It was such a gloomy day. You were glad that the sun refused to shine while you were having a bad day.

At least one thing felt right.

"I know you'd be here..."

Or maybe two things felt right.

"Are you stalking me?" Your head snapped up, meeting Jungkook's gaze.

He was standing in front of you. You saw him shrugged his shoulders upon hearing your question.

"Whatever you wanna call it. I'm just here because I know you're hungry..." He flashed a toothy grin as he handed you some food.

You accepted it without hesitation. He brought your favorite sweet probiotic drink, some chocolate bars, and a corn dog.

"I can't believe you only bought one corn dog," you shook your head, feigning disappointment.

"Ah, I bought two..." Jungkook was blushing. "But I was hungry so..."

His response elicited a hearty laugh from you. Of course he bought two corn dogs, of course he ate the other one even though he swore to himself that he would never give into temptation.

He loved corn dogs, just like you did.

"Don't laugh at me! You're not the only one with a growling stomach, you know?" He pushed the swing forward.

"Jungkook!" You gasped, heart skipping a beat because of the sudden movement.

He only stuck his tongue out at you.

God. He was such a child.

"What? I didn't get to eat steak so you can't judge me for eating your food!" He snatched the beverage he gave you.

He wasn't planning on drinking it. He was only opening it for you.

You were holding the corn dog on your left hand while your right hand was gripping the chocolate bars.

Jungkook brought the small bottle of beverage closer to your mouth, urging you to drink from the straw.

You did.

You moaned too. It was delicious.

"Stop moaning, you wench!" He glared, causing you to smirk.

"Why? Are you turned on?"

"Shut up." He was flustered again. He even pouted his lips after drinking from the same straw you used. Just like with the corn dog, he also couldn't resist drinking this tasty beverage.

You didn't comment on it. Jungkook was your best friend. He could have whatever you have. Apart from this, you didn't have the energy to nag him.

You appreciated the silence. You simply wanted to enjoy your lunch and Jungkook's presence.

He was lightly pushing the swing back and forth. It made you feel relaxed and for a moment, you stopped the negative emotions from clouding your mind and heart.

You decided to only let the good stuff embrace you. After all, you had a lot of things to be thankful for.

You made a mistake but you were alive, breathing and able to correct it.

You made a mistake but you were healthy, having the energy to create a plan in order not to let the bad things be repeated again.

You made a mistake but you still had a job.

You also had enough money to get by.

But most importantly, despite your mistakes, you still had Jeon Jungkook—someone the world couldn't take away from you, even if they tried to.

And that was enough for you.

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barbenheimer-core · 3 years

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AUDERE EST FACERE !

하나. chanel : part two — 1.7k words

TURN.

The lights in the shop lowered in their intensity, and Ahyeong gasped, drawing in heavy breaths of air as her limbs finally moved of her own accord, bending low to clutch her knees and balance herself when she slightly stumbled.

"Are you okay?" Wangja the Shop Owner asked, concerned about the sudden change in demeanor.

"I,"— Ahyeong found herself at a loss for words, what was happening to her?— "I don't know."

An abnormal lucid dream, she thought, that was what she was experiencing. One in which she was aware of her made-up fantasy world but couldn't control her speech and actions at times.

It was like the dream itself had a script of its own.

Huh. Maybe that was it. She just had to follow the script.

"Umm... I think I should get going," she mumbled, hoping her hunch was right.

Wangja looked a bit disappointed that he couldn't carry on the conversation, but nodded in agreement. The sleek black car outside that he had spotted while coming in was probably her driver waiting on her.

Suho was still coughing on their way out, and upon the two shooting concerned looks at him he merely ignored them, gaining his composure and zooming past them and into the dimly lit night in his mildly flustered state.

As Ahyeong stepped into the cold night air, she saw her family's personal car, finding Driver Kwon sitting in front of the wheel through the tinted windows.

Her family and acquaintances must be the same as before then.

"Well, do come by often," Wangja said, handing her the copy of Shiver that she had been sifting through previously, and when Ahyeong looked at him confusedly, he winked, "as an insurance that you do visit, I'm letting you borrow it. Remember, the shop's policy only lets you borrow items for two weeks. Any more and you'll have to compensate."

The girl tucked the comic under her elbow, amused at his antics as if she'd known him for a long time, and said without thinking, "Does ramyeon work as compensation?"

The shop owner grinned, "Aye, you know me so well. Now go. Your driver is giving me the creeps with his glare."

Ahyeong chuckled at that. Driver Kwon was rather overprotective over the Song siblings and got suspicious of anyone who got within six feet of them, even the people the two kids had explicitly stated were their friends.

Bidding Wangja goodbye, Ahyeong slipped into the leather seats of the car, fastening the seatbelt around herself as was the clearly stated rule by the person in front of her who turned the key as soon as she got in, revving the engine before taking off into the night and to, presumably, her home.

Ahyeong paused at the front door, looking at the front lawn with puzzled eyes.

Why did it look even more extravagant than it was on a usual day?

The flowers were in full bloom despite spring having passed months ago, the garden lights were still switched on, illuminating the finely-trimmed shrubs and foliage, and the cars were displayed out in the open instead of being in the garage.

It was as if someone was trying to make a drawing of a picturesque rich household, perfect in every aspect with next to no flaws in its design.

The mahogany doors opened abruptly, halting her thoughts, and the housemaid, Eunjung, hurriedly ushered her in, putting slippers in front of the girl's feet as she toed her shoes off.

"Why were you out so late? It's past curfew. Thank goodness Mrs. Song hasn't returned from work yet, or you would've been in trouble," she fussed.

Trouble with her mother? That was odd. That never happened because Ahyeong usually informed Eunjung of where she was going, and her mother didn't really mind if she was out past curfew as long as she had alerted someone of coming in late.

"I'll prepare your dinner while you wash up. Do you want to eat at the table or should I bring it to your room upstairs?"

"My room, if it's not too much trouble."

Eunjung waved her hands, dismissing her, and scurried off to the kitchen while Ahyeong headed up the stairs to the West Wing of the house where her bedroom resided.

Contrary to what she thought, her room had not been what she expected.

It was littered with cardboard boxes and suitcases, most of them unpacked and organized but there still being enough to do that the floor looked messy.

Ahyeong remembered her involuntary words back at Prince Comics.

So her family moved to Seoul in this dream?

From where though? She's never lived anywhere else other than this city.

Oh well, too bad. There was no use dwelling on it. Her dream would end as soon as she would go to sleep and wake up anyway.

But her nagging mind urged her to clean her room up, and despite knowing that her efforts may be in vain she obliged, and by the end of the hour, her room looked just as it had been in real life.

Setting her towel by the bathroom rack to dry, Ahyeong sat down in front of her desk in her pajamas, where the maid had spread out a variety of steaming dishes on fine china while she had been tidying up.

Leave it to Eunjung to make mouth-watering food for any time of the day.

Just as she raised her spoon to eat the seaweed soup, her door swung open.

Gilyeong stood by the threshold, racing to her and shoving his phone in her face, a rather horrible picture of a mangled body on its screen.

"What the-" Ahyeong dropped her utensils with a clang, pushing the device away from her face with a disgusted expression and glaring at her brother, who giggled mischievously, "I'm trying to eat, you gremlin. Don't make me lose my appetite."

"It's payback for the time you showed me a clip of a gutted person when I was trying to eat pat-bingsu. Now get a taste of your own medicine, grinch," Gilyeong laughed evilly, shoving his phone into Ahyeong's eyesight as she tried to stop him from ruining her eyes in front of her food.

Even in dreams, her brother was as nasty as they came.

"You evil little-" Ahyeong wrestled the phone out of his hands, making the younger Song frown and whine at her to give it back to him, and got an idea as she glanced at the shelf on top of her desk.

"If you promise to behave yourself this week, I'll let you borrow that," she said, pointing at the Junji Ito comic that Wangja had let her borrow.

Gilyeong looked up, and his eyes glimmered in anticipation as he jumped up to grab it from the shelf.

"Woah, where did you get this from?" He exclaimed as he started to peruse the pages, "It was out of stock in every bookstore I dragged you to."

"I got it from a hippie who starred in a drama," she smirked at her brother's puzzled face , "so, do we have a deal?"

She raised her hands as she said so.

Her brother looked up at her suspiciously, eyes narrowed in contemplation, then nodded briefly, "deal."

He raised his palms, meeting Ahyeong's halfway as they did their Handshake of Temporary Truce.

Yes, they had different handshakes for a whole list of situations.

"But you still have to pay up for your flinches from yesterday and now," he drawled while walking out of her room.

Wait, yesterday?

"What do you mean the flinch from yesterday?"

Gilyeong stopped midway and turned around, confused.

"Don't tell me you've been getting amnesia too. We were at the restaurant yesterday with Mum and Dad's investors, remember?"

With that ominous comment, he stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

Sunlight peeked through the half-open blinds, beaming on Ahyeong's face as she woke up and looked around her room, same as ever.

What a crazy dream.

She remembered it as clear as day.

But it was over and done with, and she was in reality now.

For a moment she pondered how she had gotten into her bed, but then trashed the thought. One of her parents had probably carried her here when she had fallen into a deep sleep in the lobby of the restaurant.

She got up, picking up her phone to look at the day and time.

It was around 8 on a Sunday morning, and Ahyeong yawned, kicking off her blanket to freshen up. She woke up too early for a weekend.

Deciding to explore the city for the day, she changed into a button-up and denim trousers, picking up a set of Doc Martens on her way out for breakfast.

"What's new this mornin', gremlin," she greeted Gilyeong while running down the stairs, who sat by the couch reading something, its cover blocked out of her eyesight.

She slightly tripped on the last two steps and hit her knee on the railing, hissing in pain and lightly hopping towards the dining table.

"Good morning, Eunjung-ssi," Ahyeong smiled through her discomfort at the maid, in complete contrast to the way she greeted her brother, and he scowled at her from his spot but didn't say anything.

Eunjung rolled her eyes in good nature at the sibling's antics, all too used to it, "Good morning to you too."

She set down two servings of rice, soup, and a variety of side dishes for breakfast, and the siblings came to sit at the dining table.

As Ahyeong scooped up a spoonful of rice, she saw Gilyeong putting down his book, finally spotting its cover.

She paused.

"Hey, dongsaeng, how did you get that?" She said as she pointed at the copy of Shiver.

The young Song stopped eating, pointing a fake grin at her.

"From the grinch who got it from a hippie who starred in a drama."

This was not a dream.

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Day 19 - furry friends

"Here Kitty-Kitty…", Natasha tried to lure a tabby cat to her seat as she was sitting outside a coffee shop in Rome with Clint. She succeed and was able to pet the cat for a few minutes. Clint looked at her with a grumpy face. "What's wrong with you?", Natasha asked as the cat jumped from her lap to stroll her ways. "Dogs are better than cats." "Ex-cuse me? No! Cats are better!" "Cats are assholes." She laughed: "Yeah, I know you're a dog person. You and your heart of gold, reliable and loving unconditional, would fetch a stick for me." "Then you are cold hearted, ignorant and love to knock down things." "Except the last thing, yeah, quite right." "And I'm allergic to cats", Clint said. "You are?", Natasha asked surprised. Her partner nodded. In all the time they had spent together, she'd never noticed that. Okay, to be fair, there weren't much encounters with the feline kind, but still

"Say hello to Liho!" Natasha held a slim, black cat between her hands. The sparkling yellow eyes fixated Clint who took a step back. "Naaaat? You bought a cat?" "Uhm… borrowed. Sort of." "But I'm allergic!" "You really sure about that?", she teased and let the cat down "Eh… yeah?" The red head sat down and looked right at him: "Who told you that?" "My parents?" "And you believed it?" "Yeah?" Natasha picked up Liho again and placed her on Clints lap. The cat began to purr and lay down. "Pet her", Nat's voice was adamant and so he did. And it was nice. To feel the weight and warmth of this little creature near to him had something cozy. And she was warm and soft.

"See, nothing happened", said Nat satisfied. Clint laughed: "Did you expect I would go up in smoke or something? It can be hours before I react to her." "Then we'll wait. Let's pick a film." "You really want to be right in this matter, won't you?" "Let's say: I have a feeling. And I want to show you that cats aren't that aren't that bad."

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pedropascalssimp · 3 years

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Beauty and the beast

Darth maul x Fem Princess reader

|part 1|may possibly be a 2nd part.

Summary: when maul takes up a job that benefits the sith, he never expected the unimaginable to happen. But here the princess of the backwater planet is, falling for the monstrous Sith. Who's to say maul isn't quite infatuated with her as well?

Warnings: this takes place before the phantom menac! It probably sucks and I once again made up a planet to fit this little idea better! Slight, BRIEF angst. Fluff.

*Not my gif!*

The Sith watched in awe, lips slightly parted in bewilderment at how she flawlessly moved about the room. Floating like a feather among the palace.

Elegant, the first word to grace his mind as he watched the way she moved across the pristine marble floor. Her scarlet dress was made from the finest silk hugging her body perfectly, Gold trimming woven into the plunging neckline that exposed more of her chest to his golden eyes, the slight spicks of crimson like stares alight in the dark sky as he watches from the shadows. She was truly an angel that graced this planet, her beauty incomparable to anything other than the gorgeous creatures on Iego. her smile radiant, voice a melody that rolled off her tongue like molasses. He had only spotted her earlier into the day, but then he was afraid to stare for too long, afraid he'd get caught by the owners of this palace. Why would the king want a monster such as the sith lord gazing upon the princess?

Maul couldn't help but feel the way his hearts practically long to know if her skin were as soft as it looked beneath the chandeliers golden light, wanting to feel her soft ruby painted lips against his in the lightest of kisses. The appending desire to hold her growing into an intense unbearable need the longer he gazed at her while she spoke with people of her kingdom, the ballroom alive with joy and happiness.

This kingdom wasn't as popular as others, rather a backwater planet that the present kings father had built up from the muddy ground, restoring order among the green humid planet. Giving the world law and order like it desperately needed, peace restored to the people who once killed one another over prized possessions or food. The former king built this very palace and hustled enough to earn a wealthy amount of credits to buy the kingdom food, killing no more among this planet. But since this planet, Ethoria was so peaceful and strict on that fact, many people with bounty on their heads sought a secretary here, meaning many bounty hunters came by and broke the law.

So after finding out about a particular assassin, one highly trained to kill the bounty hunters. The present king began bargaining with an old friend, pledging his allegiance to the sith lord count Dooku and aiding him in whatever needs possible if he could just borrow the sith darth maul, the assassin in question. Like say if the king's people ever bear a force sensitive child, Dooku may train the child in the ways of the sith if desired. Of course Maul agreed to help, given the order to do so by his master Darth Sidious.

Maul thought this mission would be quite boring, waiting around all day for the bounty hunters to enter this system to do their killing. But after meeting the king in the throne room and laying eyes on the princess, a gorgeous woman who made even the brightest of stars seem dull. Maul began to rethink his opinion on this mission, it would indeed be intriguing. Especially after the king gave maul the privilege of sleeping in a spare room among the palace.

Her laugh, the angelic sound is what broke his thoughts. Snapped back into reality, Maul is surprised to see the beauty known as the princess stood before him. Her eyes glued to his as she smiles at him. The sight caused his hearts to beat more rapidly, quite literally taking his breath away with one simple look. It was then, he knew she had been trying to speak with him, only to have him gawking like an idiot.

Clearing his throat, Maul bows in courtesy. “Please forgive me princess, my mind seems to be elsewhere” he smiles at her, hands clasped in front of him as the hood of his black cloak covers the horns atop his head, but the golden hue of the ballrooms light shows a glimpse of the ones on his temple.

The princess only lets out a light chuckle, the sound embedding itself in Maul's memory. “No need to worry yourself. I only came by to offer you my company, you looked awful lonely standing over here in the shadows” she said, voice soft. Her eyes roaming his face with a look one could only describe as admiration. It surprised maul to receive such a look from the gorgeous princess.

“I prefer it that way” the words slip off his tongue with no thought to them, her sparkling vibrant Y/E/C eyes seem to deflate, gaze averted to the marble floor.

“Oh, then I'm sorry to have bothered you” she offered a smaller smile than before, but it still held a friendliness to it as the other more brighter smiles flashed his way.

Having realized his mistake, Maul leans forward in the flash of light and grabs her hand. Soft and delicate, a feeling he had never felt before. It sent shivers down his spine, heart swelling with an unfamiliar feeling as he caught her eyes, framed by dark lashes that fluttered in surprise by his haste to keep her in his company. Her lips had parted as she looked as if she wanted to speak, but no words fell from her mouth as goosebumps arose on her exposed skin. Maul knew that he wasn't the only one affected by the touch shared between him and her once he spotted the bumps on her flesh.

“I would like you to show me around the garden” he spoke almost shyly, afraid she'd recoil from his touch in disgust. Afraid of his menacing appearance as a Zabrak while she was a gorgeous human. But the princess seemed to be full of surprises as she smiled at him sweetly before nodding in agreement to his request.

“Of course, follow me then maul” the way his name rolled off her tongue makes his heart go wild, thumping against his ribcage as if begging to escape and have her take them away so they can beat for her and her alone.

And so he followed her, surprised she still held his gloved hand in her own, as she walked him through the palace and out into the crisp night air. Although the mornings on this planet could be humid and hot, the nights were cold. While the princess admired the night sky, gazing at the two moons in the sky accompanied by the stars and planet's hanging in the dark sky with wonder. Maul admired her with the same unfamiliar swelling in his hearts, like a flower blooming for the first time in spring, new to the sunshine that embraced it, surrounding it with warmth in the promise of happiness and life, protection.

Maul stood there like a newly bloomed flower as his sunshine stood beside him holding his hand talking about the stars and moons in the sky while he soaked in her radiance. Perhaps it was love coursing through his veins, embracing his hearts and soul. He knew he shouldn't fall victim to her beauty though, for it were liable he would only be broken once the feelings go unrequited. Why would she love him when her kingdom provides her other souls that can live peacefully while he practices the art of murder?

“What's on you're mind?” she spoke up, yet again breaking his thoughts and snapping him back into reality.

He only sighs and looks around at the garden, many exotic flowers reside in the garden, closed up due to the sun's absence. “It's better left unspoken, princess” he replied to her concern as they walked through the garden. A pond surrounded by stone walls in the middle of the garden cast under a blue hue by the moons above. The princess leads maul over to the pond and they sit on the stone wall keeping the water in.

“Please call me Y/N, there is no need for such formalities out here” she giggled while a burst of wind breezed by, her shiver not going unnoticed by maul.

Ever the gentleman, he takes his cloak off, sadly letting her hand go to do so, revealing his unshadowed face. Crimson skin adorned by inky black tattoos, patterns that make her heart beat quicker by the full view of his face now. Horns small that emerge from his head like a crown, golden eyes surprisingly soft as he offered her his cloak to keep warm. She takes it, slipping it on and wrapping it around herself. His warmth still on it, his scent almost dizzying as she feels her cheeks heat up.

“Thank you maul” she muttered as he offered her a little nod and smile. Nervous under her intense gaze as she admired him, how his crimson and obsidian skin glow beneath the duel moon's light. He was truly a magnificent sight in her eyes, a handsome soul incomparable to anyone else. “Not only a gentleman but a handsome one at that” she compliments him, face flushed.

The zabrak practically snaps his head toward her with a shocked expression. Had he heard her right? Or was his mind playing cruel tricks on him? But one look into her soft enchanting eyes, he saw the awestruck glint in them, how her admiration spills from her own being in waves, detected in the force.

“I think the cold has made you delusional princess -

“I thought we had established to call me by my name?”

“I mean Y/N, and as I was saying -

“Wasn't important because I already know it's nothing but a load of bantha fodder” she cut his words off yet again, already knowing he was about to degrade himself in some form.

“How do you know if you haven't heard what I have to say?” he inquired with an amused smirk, golden eyes sparkling with joy.

“one doesn't need the force to know when someone is about to say something incredibly stupid” she mused with a little shake of her head, her eyes drifting down to her hands folded in her lap. She missed the feeling of his hand in her own, something she didn't know he missed as well.

“Not even known me for an hour and yet you seem to read me well” he lets out a chuckle, “You are quite the character darling” he shakes his head with a fond smile dancing across his lips. His hearts growing attached to her already, despite having only known her for a short period of time.

The wind blew once more, causing fallen leaves to sweep across the garden floor in a swirling dance. Maul watched them but felt the ticklish feeling of one leaf land on his head, his horns keeping the browning thing there. Giggling at the sight, Y/N watches how maul simply gives her a playful glare until his lips tug up in a small grin.

“I'll get it for you, hold still” she slowly leans closer to his side, reaching a delicate hand up to remove the dying leaf from his head. Her fingers letting the leaf go as she kept her hand in place, awestruck by how soft his skin felt beneath her fingertips. Slowly she touched one of his horns as he watched her face display her adoring look, admiring his handsome features as her hand slowly trails down from his horn to press her palm against his cheek, lips parted as she gazed at him with love. The look overwhelming maul almost as he subconsciously leans into her soft touch. The low purr emitting from his chest fueling Y/N to continue, leaning her face closer to his, warm breath gracing his skin, the desire to feel her lips growing stronger as her eyes flutter closed and their noses brush against each other. Lips nearly touch, ghosting over another.

“M'lady Y/N! You're father has been - oh my! I'm sorry to -

Practically pulling away from her faster than a speeder, Maul stood up and glared at the young maid. She showed her fear brought on by his glare as she avoided his eyes. The princess looked disappointed, almost hurt by how he abandoned her side as if she were the most venomous creature in all the galaxy. He ignores her hurt expression and demands his cloak back, brushing off the shatter of his hearts, how they beg him to forget about the kriffing maid and fulfill the need to kiss the princess, to finish what was started. But he gives her one last look, hating how she avoids his eyes and focuses on the younger woman who interrupted the two in the first place.

“Goodnight princess, thank you for showing me around this lovely garden” he bowed and walked away not even awaiting her response. He felt like a fool for how he recoiled from her, how he demanded his cloak back and left in a hurry. But he knew that consequences would be dealt with for the princess if she were spotted kissing the sith assassin paid to rid her home planet of the cold blooded killers destroying the peace her grandfather and father fought hard to keep. Maul knew that he wasn't the right one for her, that he couldn't give in to temptation, it would only break not only his, but her heart as well once he leaves this planet.

But she couldn't help but feel a connection with the sith, her heart yearning to feel his skin again.

His heart yearning to feel her warm delicate touches. The connection he felt growing as he walked away from her, the sight of her eyes already plaguing his mind.

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