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Play the Fool - Dottore (Part 3)
Author's Notes: I've finally figured out how many fics it's going to take for me to finish this unplanned series. Just like the previous parts, I listened to "Black Sea" by Natasha Blume while writing this. Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Mer-Dottore/ Merman AU/ gender-neutral reader/ I'm not gonna label this as fluff since that doesn't feel quite right, but know that it's NOT angst, yandere, or anything like that
Word Count: 1468
Trigger Warning: Discussion of past crimes including murder (Dottore), Fatui are generally shady
{Part One} {Part Two} {Part Three: You're Here!} {Part Four} {Part Five}
EDIT: Entire series now available on AO3! (link deleted due to glitches)
My cover job of cleaning Dottore’s tank was slippery work, but I’d managed to get some of the Fatui employees to bring over yet another, curiously identical wheeled tank for me to dump the green gunk that the harbinger had concocted into.
I clambered out of the newly cleaned tank, glancing around and noting that there was no one left in the room save for myself. Which was exactly what I needed, but was also very suspicious.
I couldn’t help but feel that this was all going a little bit too smoothly. But I also didn’t really have a choice but to accept it, at least for now. So I went ahead and flipped a heavy black tarp over the tank’s open lid to help with both the scent and the generally revolting appearance of the green algae.
If I were lucky or if someone really was behind the scenes, then the rest of the headquarters would be equally barren while I wheeled Dottore out under the guise of the trash that I now pushed in front of me.
I stopped next to Dottore’s tank, tapping it lightly to let him know it was just me before I reached over to shift the tarp. In response a webbed hand appeared on the glass. Dottore himself remained lying sluggishly on the bottom of the tank. The twitching of his blue fins was the only sign of life.
I frowned at the sight of him, pausing in my motions to look worriedly into the tank. He barely moved, but somehow I could feel his gaze shift to me. He made no motions to communicate or rush me. Instead he only pulled his hand back into a more relaxed position and remained laying, the gills in his side fluttering tiredly.
He reminded me of some of the less-than-healthy fish I’d seen in pet stores before when I’d looked into possible ways to care for him when I’d first been given my job. Then, I’d been more fascinated by him, though I’d still maintained a careful distance that made my current actions laughable.
But I’d always been less afraid of him than the scientists and I’d always viewed him as more than just a fish, unlike some of the other Fatui that came and went.
After all, no mere fish could incur quite so much horror in people nor could it kill quite so easily. There was always a cleverness to the merman that was decidedly human in the most malevolent way possible.
I was torn between offering words of reassurance and staying silent. A cold part of me argued that he was a horrible man who’d killed numerous scientists solely in the name of revenge and seemed to take a certain degree of delight in it. While they had betrayed him, two wrongs didn’t make a right, and who knew what all horrors this man had committed in his past scientific tests.
The other, more sympathetic part of me argued that he was a captive, treated little better than a discarded pet or scientific oddity that was known to be dangerous but also viewed as less than human.
I pursed my lips, my hand remaining on the glass, and the words slipped from my mouth as the more sympathetic side of me won over, “ I know you’re uncomfortable, but hang on just a little bit longer. We’ll be out of here and back at my home soon, and then I’ll at least be able to get the lid off this thing. Maybe then you can recover from whatever that gunk you created has done to you.”
He shifted, almost like he was trying to roll over to better look at me when I spoke. But I didn’t linger to watch his reaction. He needed action more than kind words right now. So instead of continuing to comfort him awkwardly, I stood and hurriedly shifted the tarp over to where he was before moving the algae filled tank off to the side.
Now, at a mere glance, people would hopefully assume it was just his tank and not go near it for fear of his past behavior.
I grasped the handles that stuck off Dottore’s tank and inhaled deeply before taking off down the hallway. Moving at a brisk pace that made it look like I was busy, but not like I was rushing. I couldn’t afford to get stopped by any suspicious Fatui now.
Something told me pushing a tank holding the former second of the harbingers would be frowned upon and lead to a not so pleasant end for me.
The halls were worryingly but also blessedly empty, making me frown even as I continued on the path of our escape. I was certain now, there was someone else involved in this little escape plan.
By playing the fool with both Dottore and Pantalone I was no doubt playing exactly into someone’s hands. But I was far enough down this path that I certainly wasn’t going back.
Clever, Dottore had called me. More like stubborn.
And, unsurprisingly at this point, our escape was a success. No one even tried to stop me as I left the Fatui base and turned down the path that went to home. In fact, one of the final guards we’d passed, Makism I believed his name was, had even waved.
I hadn’t paused until I had reached my home which was provided and paid for by Fatui higher-ups and thereby incredibly, but uncomfortably close to their headquarters. Because if nothing else, the Fatui paid their employees well. Even if said employee just took care of the mysterious and revenge-driven merman who served as both a terror, curiosity, and maybe even a warning.
It was almost distressing to be bringing this man, who could kill me the very second I opened his tank’s lid, into my home. But I did so. Grimly opening my door and pushing the tank into the building and then directly over to the secondary bathroom that I never used.
I yanked the tarp off, letting it flop down to the cold floor in a most condemning fashion as I looked at the locks on the tank’s lid. It was not the first time I’d realized exactly how risky of a plan this entire ordeal was and on what uneven ground me and Dottore were on.
He was far more dangerous than I and, if he so wished, he could easily get rid of me. I was relying on the idea that I was necessary to his survival, but how true that was I didn’t know.
After all, if he did kill me then Fatui would no doubt take one look at the fact that he’d gone missing on the very same day that would coincide with my death and draw one, not entirely wrong conclusion.
That I’d stolen their merman.
After that it wouldn't be hard to manipulate those scientists, ever eager for some new, grandiose finding, that I’d stolen from him because he knew something. Dottore would ensure that they kept him alive for that much longer by simply killing me. An act that I knew he would have little to no difficulty with.
My hand rested on the first lock as I stared blankly down at the metal. A single shift of my wrist and the lid would open and I would be risking it all by doing exactly what had landed me in this mess in the first place.
But, despite all the risks, the locks clicked open and I pushed the lid off, letting it fall to the floor with thud as I looked down into the water.
Dottore’s tail slid along the bottom of the tank from where he looked up at me like he was ready to spring out at any moment. He still looked weak, but I had no doubt that he could do far more damage than he let on.
And that was exactly why I was surprised when he uncurled and stretched his way up to the top of the tank.
I stepped backwards, my eyes never leaving him as he easily cut through the water’s surface, his fins wrapping around him and before fanning back out as his long, webbed fingers curled over the glass edges of the tank.
“Clever and efficient,” The words slipped from his lips and I found myself going still. I wasn’t, as of yet, used to him talking yet and his sonorous voice still caught me off-guard. Calling to mind old folk stories of merpeople using only their voices to tempt their prey closer and thereby foolishly condemn themselves to a watery death.
“It seems I was right to choose you,” A smile spread across his face and I felt myself, foolishly and despite everything, relax.
#Genshin Impact Imagines#Il Dottore#Dottore x reader#Gender-neutral reader#Genshin Impact x reader#il dottore x reader#genshin x reader#black sea#Fatui#Harbingers#Merman AU#Mermaid AU#Betta merman#merman#my writings#fanfiction#Genshin impact x you#Genshin Impact x y/n#Dottore x you#Dottore x y/n#Il dottore x you#il dottore x y/n#snezhnaya#series
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Sick In Bed With Javi Gutierrez <3
Pairing: Javi x Reader
Summary: You and Javi are both really sick, yet Javi take’s the responsibility to care after you every minute of the day.
Warning’s: Fluff only <3
It’s early in the morning and you are fully knocked out from the day before, but you then are woken up by the noise of pots and pans rambling in the kitchen.
You then hear footstep’s coming towards the room, and then you see Javi peeking from the door with a glowing smile from ear to ear.
“Morning love!” Javi say’s as he walk’s over to you in bed
“Are you feeling any better, do you need any Tylenol or Advil?!” He said as he placed the tray of breakfast on your side table with his eyes focused on yours
“No, no I’ll be fine! Thank you so much love, and don’t worry about the kitchen I can clean it all up cause you need to relax. Remember you’re just as sick and you need rest too!” As you said placing your hand on top of his silky hands with a slight smile
“I know I will make sure, but let me get you set up real quick.” He then wrapped his hand around your back to lift you up and started to put pillows behind you to make you able to sit up and eat
“There hopefully that is comfortable enough! Just call me if you need anything I’ll be cleaning the kitchen!” As he let out a chuckle as he started to walk away
You then grabbed his arm pulling him back closer to you.
“Javi… please relax you’ve been on your toe’s all the time now!”
“I-I’m sorry, I’ve just been so worried if you’re in too much pain and that you might not get better.” As he said while looking down at his bunny slippers that you two got to match each other
“JAVI” As you said laughing
“WHAT ARE YOU OKAY?” He said pulling his head back up in shock
“NO NO JAVI, O-ONE SECOND” You then finally laughed it off
“Okay listen, I am perfectly fine and we will get better no matter what. The only way we can get better is relaxing and taking meds, so please just come lay down for an bit!” As you said seeing the worry fade off of his face
“Know what fine, but I’m only staying here for 10 minutes cause I have to clean the kitchen.” He said as walking over to lay down
“10 minutes huh, ya we’ll see how that goes.” You said sarcastically looking at him with a grin
“I’m serious! Trust me I might just try and nap for a bit though.”
“Okay, Go ahead!” You said while turning on the tv
30 Minutes Later
You then realized you fell asleep, but just as you tried to get up to go get water you were locked in a hug from Javi.
You then tapped his shoulder lightly waking him up.
“Look’s like you fell asleep huh?” You said as you looked up at him then dropping your head back into his arms again slightly laughing
“Ughhhh” as he glanced at you letting out smile and pulling you closer to him as he then closed his eyes
Thank you for reading this, i hope you enjoyed! This was a very rushed fic, but I needed to get this off my mind since I need to get more idea’s for other one’s cause I have had not a lot lately! Like’s and comment’s are encouraged and if you want go check out my other fic called Unplanned Stay At Kansas City! Tysm! 🧡
#pedro pascal#jose pedro balmaceda pascal#pedro pascal daddy#pedro fanfic#towomt#javi gutierrez#javi gutierrez fanfic#javi gutierrez x reader#the unbearable weight of massive talent#fluff scenario
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Time to retaliate! 🤗
For the headcanons:
🐅 for Mr Knightley
and 🗡️ for Emma :)
For the fic writing asks:
👀, 🏅,😈,🌙 ,👖,🌝
Thanks for the ask! <3 Answers under the cut.
🐅 Characterization: character habits, personality, etc. for Mr Knightley
This is a tough one! I do have a lot of thoughts and headcanons about Mr Knightley, but I’m not sure if any of them are particularly unusual. I suppose one thing where I might deviate from the norm in the fandom is that I’m not a huge fan of his characterisation in the 2020 film. I feel like he was made out to be a bit too… youthful, I guess? I also didn’t like the singing scene. I imagine him as being more staid and assured than he was in the film.
🗡 Fighting styles/combat for Emma
I think she’d be pretty useless in a fight! She’s always been very sheltered and protected, and her only sibling is so much older than she is that they probably never got into a real tussle. Emma would probably go into a fight really confidently but immediately discover that she’s in over her head. (And then Mr Knightley would rush to her rescue and scold her afterwards.)
👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?
Nothing that I would censor due to the subject matter – and even if there was something I didn’t want to post on main, there’s always the option of using a secondary account or posting anonymously.
However, with multi-chapter stories, I’ve banned myself from posting any chapters before I’ve finished writing the entire fic. Even if I’m really close to the end when I start posting, it just stresses me out too much to see my buffer of chapters dwindling down while I’m still writing (and those last chapters always end up growing longer than I’d planned). So I guess that any WIPs that I don’t manage to finish are doomed to remain in the WIP folder forever.
🏅What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc)?
I’m really proud of all the work that I put into So Happy a Summer. I did have a good time writing it, but it wasn’t one of those stories that just flow out effortlessly – I had to push myself quite a bit to get it done. It was challenging but ultimately very rewarding.
😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?
I have received one or two comments about skimping on the fluff when writing romantic scenes. I personally don’t really enjoy multi-paragraph love confessions or detailed descriptions of tongues battling for dominance, so I tend to leave a fair bit to the imagination in my romantic fics. This is how I like to write, so the readers who would like more fluff are out of luck. :D
🌙 What time of day do you prefer to write? Why?
I would prefer to write in the morning, afternoon or early evening. However, I almost inevitably end up writing late in the evening or in the middle of the night instead. This is partly due to the fact that work interferes with my hobbies, partly because I have a terrible habit of procrastinating and partly because my creativity really seems to get going after 9 p.m.
👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent?
A plantser who leans more towards planning than pantsing. Some of my short fics are more or less unplanned or only have a vague outline in my head. However, for longer fics, I need some kind of an outline, or else I write myself into a corner and get stuck. My outlines vary from a few bullet points in a notebook to detailed timelines of events and generally go through a lot of editing and refining as I write – if my original plan doesn’t quite work, I have no compunction about tweaking it.
🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?
I don’t think I’ve ever written anything about Sir Walter Elliot, but I feel that his character could be a lot of fun to explore! Also, I recently acquired a horrible plot bunny involving John Thorpe – can’t imagine why…
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sparks fly (like a fireworks show)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: T | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 1.8k
TW: Mentioned kidnapping, mentioned sacrifice to summon a god.
A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette's Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!'s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta'd.
Summary: Kidnapped to be sacrificed to a weather god, Marinette wishes she'd been a little bit braver in her relationship with her best friend.
July 14–Bastille Day
Paris, Right Bank of Paris
Her wrists were burning, rubbed raw from the rough fibres of the rope tying her to the pillar, but Marinette kept wiggling anyways. What was a rope burn or two compared to almost certain death if she stayed tied to the pillar as a sacrifice to the weather gods?
The rope loosened a bit, bolstering the small flame of hope in her heart. It had flickered more than normal when she woke up from the unplanned nap she’d taken on her way back from the fabric store. She was stripped to her underwear and tied very thoroughly to the cold stone pillar at her back. As Marinette, and near-naked, there was nothing she could do except hope for help.
Help that was unlikely to come. Paris’s heroes had all retired after Hawkmoth’s defeat, burnt out from being forced into heroism as children. She, as Guardian and therefore unable to retire, had up and left, eventually joining Justice League Dark as a reserve magician.
However, even with her League connection, there was only a slim chance one of them would come save her. She was in Paris as a civilian, simply to visit her parents over the holidays, and
hadn’t taken her League communicator with her, seeing no need for it when she was taking time off from heroing. She supposed it just went to show that you might take the girl out of heroing, but you’ll never take heroing out of the girl. Or however it went. She had better things to do than parsing English idioms, like escaping to save a city.
The rope loosened a teeny bit more. Marinette yanked harder, hearing faint cheers from outside the building she was in as revellers enjoyed their time off. They didn’t know that if she didn’t get loose in time, they were all going to die like her, unwilling victims of the god of thunder.
Of course it was just her luck that she was kidnapped, decided to be a perfect sacrifice to hail Taranis, the god the cult that kidnapped her worshiped. She wiggled her thumb a little more, desperate to free herself and break the summoning circle.
The cheering outside grew louder as an announcer counted down the minutes until the firework show. It was past sunset. She only had a few more minutes. Marinette redoubled her efforts, straining against the rope with all her weight.
“Marinette!”
“Marinette!”
She looked around at the second call of her name, thinking she had hallucinated the first one. If someone was looking for her…Squashing her instinct to call for help from around her gag, she bit her tongue and pulled her wrist free a little further.
“Marinette!”
She looked up in defeat, knowing nothing she did would make her dearest friend leave while she was like that. Still, the thought that he could do something, that she was not alone, raised the flame of hope inside her.
He took in the circle of runes, drawn in blood on the marble floor of the bank they were in, glancing between her and the portal. “How much time?”
Her muffled “five minutes” got through to him and he nodded at her, rolling his sleeves up and dropping to his knees. With a muttered spell, he had a small jar of something obviously magical in his hands, which he used to write what Marinette made out to be neutralizing spells around the most potent, dangerous summoning runes.
The cheering increased, but all Marinette could hear was the rush of blood in her ears and the thump of her heart far too high in her chest to be healthy as she watched him work.
He jumped up with a satisfied sigh and headed towards her, slicing her free from the ropes with the knife he always kept on him and sweeping her into his arms. He darted out the way he came in, a small side door, heading for a nearby fire escape to rest under and check on her.
He pulled the gag around her head free, handing her a water bottle to cure her desert-dry mouth.
She drank most of it in one gulp, then remembered it was better to take smaller sips.
“Jason, why are you here?” She hadn’t gotten very far running from him before he came after her.
He grinned at her, that dear, cocky-yet-soft smile she’d been sure she’d never see again. “I’m a Bat, Pix, we stalk people. I came to impose on you and eat your parents out of house and home, but when I met your parents, they said you’d been gone for ages. So I came looking, found your trail, and got you. Why were you there?”
“I got knocked out and kidnapped on my way home. Some cult of this god of thunder thought I was a good appetizer sacrifice to summon him. What did you do to that circle, by the way?”
“Neutralizing runes. The bank will survive, you won’t. It was quicker and had a higher chance of success than completely breaking the circle. There should just be a storm in a few seconds.”
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the noise of a small explosion sounded from inside the building, covered by the cheers and pops of fireworks going off all over the city.
Jason picked her up in his arms again. “I’ll take you home.”
She settled against his chest, inhaling his comforting smell as they headed towards the bakery.
~~~
The sky had clouded over on the way home, grey clouds punctuated with bright flashes of sheet lightning and colourful constellations of fireworks. A drop of rain hit Marinette’s nose.
Jason set her down outside the bakery door, taking a step back. “I’m glad you’re safe, Marinette.”
She knew he was right, that they weren’t a good idea, but it still hurt for him to set that distance between them. “Thank you for coming after me, Jay.”
“I always will,” he told her.
She bit her lip, uncaring of the rain now steadily dripping down. She’d survived, the rain was a beautiful gift that showed she was still alive. Slowly, she reached out, smoothing his dark hair back from his forehead so she could look into his burning green eyes.
“You’re a bad idea, but I can’t remember that right now,” she whispered, drawing closer until the gap was sealed with a kiss.
July 9–Marinette’s 23rd birthday
Washington, D.C.,Hall of Justice
“Happy birthday!”
Marinette jumped a little, surprised by the several members of JLD and JL lying in wait for her in the Hall of Justice’s kitchen.
“I didn’t know you remembered when my birthday was! That’s so nice of you, thank you!”
Timothy Hunter pushed someone forward so she could see them. “It’s all thanks to your friend over here, he made us all collaborate on this.”
Jason smiled down at her bashfully, a homemade cake in his hands. “Happy birthday, Pix.”
The group surrounded her, singing the birthday song and setting off colourful sparks to go alongside the fizzing sparklers. She blew out the candles with one blow, laughing happily at her friends’ antics.
It was getting late when Marinette finally had time to be alone with Jason. They ducked into the hallway, leaving the noise and merriment of the kitchen behind for a moment. “This was really thoughtful, Jay. Thank you for organizing this.”
“It was my pleasure…even if some of your teammates aren’t a pleasure to get in touch with.”
Marinette laughed, leaning against the wall to support her upper body. “I’m truly impressed that you managed to corral so many of them into one room and there haven’t been any murders or major mishaps yet.”
“It’s all worth it for you.”
She glanced up into his eyes. When had he gotten so close? He leaned in slowly, his fingers tangling with hers. Her eyes closed–
“Hey, don’t think that you’re getting out of clean-up duty just ‘cause you’re her favourite,” shouted Timothy from the doorway, breaking the moment like a bubble.
They jumped away, hand to themselves and eyes on the wall, floor, lockers…anywhere else but the other.
“Yeah, yeah, comin’,” he shouted back. “We’ll talk more later, ‘kay?”
“Sure.”
They never talked more later. Marinette saw him run into Batman, exchanging a quick friendly chat as they passed in the hallway. Batman went on his way to his JL meeting, and Jason headed towards their usual rendezvous spot.
She could see the happiness on his face and the lightness in his posture, and she knew then that it wouldn’t work. So she slipped into the shadows and left before he saw her.
The next day, she sent in her vacation notice to the JLD and the day after that, flew to Paris.
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July 14th–Bastillle Day
Paris, Tom & Sabine Boulangerie
The kiss was everything she had dreamed, turning her flame of hope into an inferno, combusting and sending out sparks that danced among the raindrops. He finally pulled away, looking thoroughly discombobulated, but kept her close with his hands on her shoulders.
“Marinette, why? I thought you left because–”
“I left because I saw you talk to Batman and you were so happy, and I’ve seen how happy you get when you’re telling me about your relationship with him and how it’s improving. He’s suspicious and distrustful of magic users and won’t let them in Gotham, and I won’t make you choose between him or me when you’ve finally gotten yourselves semi-functional!”
She felt him soften at her words, a small smile overtaking his features. “Pixie, I don’t care what B thinks about you and me or just you. If something like this, that he can have no valid argument about, drives him away again, then it’s for the best. Please, Pix, will you date me?”
“Yes!” She kissed him again, too happy to put it into words. She could scarcely believe that her ears hadn’t played a trick on her, the tapering-off rain muddling his words and twisting them into a figment of her wildest dreams.
He picked her up and carried her in, heading up the stairs so they could dry off.
A colourful burst of sparks appeared on the skyline, reminding Marinette of her birthday party. “Look, Jay. I love the look of the world after a rainstorm. It makes the fireworks so much more vivid; it’s beautiful.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather look at you. You’re far more captivating than a firework show.”
She blushed, leaning over to peck his cheek. “You’ve got the girl, you don’t need to be such a flatterer.”
“Nay, I must increase the flattery to make sure she stays.” He put her down, pulling her towel off the rack to absorb the rainwater in her hair. “You should probably shower, and then I’ll take a look at those rope burns you got.”
She saluted with a love-addled grin on her face, skipping into her bathroom. He grinned back at her, looking happier than she’d ever seen him before. The fireworks were ending, only a few going off now, but their story was just beginning…and she bet it’d be plenty sparky.
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Hello InuKag Archive!
I was wondering if you had any good recommendations for paranormal fics? Tis the season for a good ghost story, after all 🪦
I also wanted to thank you so much for all of the work you do! Your recommendations have helped me find some of my newest favorite stories and writers.
Hello Everyone!
We made a post of general Halloween stories which included *some* ghost fics HERE but we are always happy to feed the need for more so here is a list of exclusively Ghost AUs!
Every Day is Halloween by @splendentgoddess (M)
Summary: As a kid I believed in ghosts, but adults usually stop believing in such things. I thought *I* had, until one Halloween when Eri talked me into some 'harmless fun' that changed my life forever. My name is Kagome Higurashi, and this is my ghost story.
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Almost Tangible by KittyKatz (T)
Summary: A lonely mischievous ghost with a knack for trouble, a lonely outcast hanyou just trying to get on in life, an unsuspecting demon with long, luscious, tempting silver hair, a big house, a whole lot of pranks, and a magical wish. Mix it all together and what have you got? A quick, light-hearted story about acceptance and second chances!
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InuKag Week 2020 by @cstormsinukagblog (M)
Summary: I guess this is no longer one shots. Everyone wanted this one story to continue. I hope even though I am killing myself to write so much this week that everyone is enjoying it.
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Dancing Slowly In An Empty Room by @witchygirl99 (M)
Summary: When Kagome's life shatters before her, she's sure that she'll always be alone. What she doesn't expect is the ghost of a silver-haired, golden-eyed man standing in her library with a smirk, InuKag. Oneshot.
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Desire by @keizfanfiction (unrated)
Summary: did it again. goddammit. this was completely unplanned, just like Loyal was, but the idea planted itself in my head and well. *shrug* this is from a ghost au that i have yet to write, but it’s in the works. sort of. anyway enjoy the rushed smut.unedited. because what else is new.for inukag-week day 4: Desire
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Writing on the Wall by @absent-angel (M)
Summary: Inuyasha doesn't believe in haunted houses – until he actually buys one. Figures. A story told in bits and pieces.
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Don’t Close Your Eyes by @witchygirl99 (E)
Summary: Inuyasha’s jaw clenched, but he answered. “A long fucking time. Centuries.” “Centuries? Plural?” “Did I stutter?” He was annoying for a ghost. Kagome was used to dealing with spirits that were easily distracted, not all there or simply stubborn. This was a whole new level.A centuries-old murderer broke the peace in the town of Horaijima. Special Agents Sango Houko and Kagome Higurashi from the Special Crimes Unit were there to investigate. But where there was death, there would always be death. The ghost named Inuyasha was very clear on that.
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Ghost of Higurashi Shrine by @elkonigin (M)
Summary: After helping her grandfather on a regular, run-of-the-mill-excorcism-turned-blessing (it's better if you just don't ask questions, well maybe you should, Kagome didn't and look at where it's gotten her so far), Kagome finds that things, well, weird things, are happening in her home and around the shrine, in addition to some other places that really just don't make sense. Kagome doesn't consider herself brilliant by any means, she's barely passing as it is, but she's pretty sure that this mess isn't normal.
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Ghost Hunters by @artistefish (T)
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For the fanfic tropes asks! Unplanned pregnancy 🤭🤭🤭
Oooooo interesting ask, friend. You're about to learn a lot about me....
I would most likely not write this one. And this is just about personal preference and chemical make up.
If you're interested in learning why my characters rarely go into breeding mode, warnings for pregnancy anxiety and personal medical bullhonky under the cut.
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I've known from a young age that I would choose to be child-free for a number of reasons both for lifestyle and for lack of biological maternal pull. This is not to say that I don't love children because kids are the shit. They're curious and funny and creative and ask the big questions we all should be asking and smiling? Smiling's my favorite. I have five nephews that are hilarious and my SO has several nieces and nephews that I adore and spoil and I am still seriously considering stealing one of them because I need her in my life more consistently. I love kids because they are my most valuable teachers and life-coaches and little receptacles for joy and wonder.
But I'm not a baby person. To quote Margaret Cho "when I hear a baby cry, I ovulate sand." I'm not repulsed, just anxious around them. They need so much care and are so very fragile and I do not have the chemical rush that turns on mothering instincts that most people have. When there's a baby in the room I'm actually more drawn to watching the parents--how caring for another being makes them soft, that look of love in their eyes. Gets me every time.
And my body is weird, does weird things, has phantom pains and allergies that come out of nowhere--don't even get me started on the still-undiagnosed gut issue I had for a year and a half that caused fainting spells and put me in the ER more times than I can remember and then just mysteriously disappeared. So to have something living and growing in my body that's going to throw my systems out of wack is not my idea of a soft time. My hormones cause me more pain (can you say monthly migraine and back knots?) than drive. I have had a little voice in the back of my head for all of my child-bearing years that says "your body was not made for pregnancy and doing it could possibly kill you." So. In many ways, I have the opposite chemicals that most women have. I assume my body knows its shit and it's my body's way of blocking me from a possibly harmful situation.
Biologically speaking, I am an anomaly since it should be the prime directive of all living organisms to live to breed. (I was a biology major on a veterinarian track for a hot second and that was my biggest takeaway from that whole year--from a biology standpoint, you are made to strive to sustain in order to breed and when you can no longer do that, it's your duty to get out of the way and die for the good of the species. That was...a difficult year for me to say the least.)
ANYWAY.
That all sounds very dramatic and like I'm against pregnancy and babes. Not at all. It's just not meant for me. But this is all to say that pregnancy isn't my kink and is actually one of my very minor turnoffs. I'll read it, but it's not my favorite. But somehow I love breeding kink? (Psychologically speaking, I think that has more to do with being found attractive, more to do with a mate wanting to stay and bond than anything else.) And when it comes to pregnancy, it's more to me about the attention, protection, and care that the mate brings that I'll enjoy in those fics.
And that's not to say I don't think the characters I write wouldn't be amazing parents. They all would. Even Dieter. Even Pats. I think it would probably be a travesty for Javi and Sunday NOT to be parents eventually (can you imagine the soft? the chaos? the gentle scolding from Sunday and then they run to Javi who absolutely agrees with Sunday 100% but then turns around and spoils them behind her back??? THE LOVING MISCHIEF???) And eventually, I think Din and LB will become kind of parents to their foundlings in their own way because adoptive parents are legit and their love is real too. If I were to write the characters with established children--Marcus M, Dave, Frankie, Oberyn--I would very much include their kids into the family structure, just as I have pulled Cee in along with Ezra and hope to do so more with Din and LB and Grogu and Shiari. But my primary focus will always be love and trust and bonding between my couples. It's just how I roll.
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Ljubili se (8/21)
Notes: Guess who's back? Me!
It's been a while. I hit a writers block after last chapter and then I spent all my time on another fic that I am currently publishing (if you read Snowbaz fic, come over!), but I definitely want to finish Ljubili se.
So here I am again! It's time for Kurt to start actually planning his plan. Just a reminder: I am actually winging it when it comes to Kurt's studies (and Blaine's career), so I have no clue if this is accurate. Enjoy.
AO3 | S&C
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SAIL
Now that Kurt’s roommates know about Blaine, there’s no need for secrecy or planning around them whatsoever. This means that Kurt can go all out with showing Blaine around. A week is short, so Kurt wants to make the best out of it.
On Blaine’s second day, they go to Kurt’s favourite local restaurant. The owner always recognises Kurt, so when Kurt introduces Blaine as his partner, they get some extra bread on the side.
On the third day together, they manage to get discounted rush tickets for a Broadway show. It was a bit unplanned, and they even have another show they are going to see later down the week, but it is a welcome change of plans.
On the fourth day, they go out for breakfast at Tiffany’s. It’s one of the first things Kurt did when he moved here from Ohio and it meant something to him back then. It was a sign that he could chase his dreams. He loves to share it with Blaine.
Of course, between all these bigger activities, they also have enough downtime. They love sleeping in, next to each other, just like in Ljubljana. They love making dinner together. They even love chilling with Santana at the very few moments she’s at the apartment.
And on the fifth day, Kurt wakes up to an e-mail from his advisor. It’s still breaktime for the students, but some staff members have started working for some reason, including this student advisor Ms. Joling. She asks if Kurt can meet today. She apologises for it being so last minute, but Kurt doesn’t mind, because he’s the one who sent her the e-mail during summer break after all. He really was that excited. He had hoped that she would see it the moment she went back to work, and it worked!
The thing is that today, Kurt and Blaine are going on a shopping spree. Blaine wants to buy something nice for Quinn and Denise, and also for himself, of course, to remember the trip. Kurt and Blaine both hope they’ll see each other more often, but for now, it’s nice to have something to remember their time here.
“Alright,” Blaine walks into the kitchen, “I am ready to hit the town!”
“Hit the town?”
“Go around the block? Make this city mine? See the sights? What else can I say?” Blaine says and his eagerness and enthusiasm makes Kurt’s heart melt.
Which means it’s better to just rip off the band-aid and tell Blaine about the small change in plans.
“I kind of need to tell you something,” Kurt starts. He really hopes Blaine won’t mind that he’s willing trading in their time together for school stuff.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t be mad, but I have a last minute appointment with my student advisor,” Kurt says.
To Kurt’s surprise, Blaine starts laughing.
“Funnily enough, I was trying to figure out how to tell you that I have a meeting at the New York office,” Blaine says through his laughter.
“Oh my God.”
“Looks like my bad humour as an icebreaker wasn’t needed,” Blaine pretends to lament.
“I still appreciated it, darling.”
“Besides, it’s important to talk to your advisor,” Blaine says.
Oh, if only Blaine knew.
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Blaine’s off to the New York office and Kurt’s sat at home. His appointment with the student advisor is online, which is fine by Kurt.
He fixes his hair and waits for the call to start.
“Hello Kurt,” Ms. Joling says when she appears on screen.
“Hi. Hello.”
After exchanging some pleasantries, they get right down to business.
“Alright, so we’re here about your internship, is that right?”
Kurt nods.
“And you are looking into options in Los Angeles.”
Kurt nods again.
“In your e-mail you said that you want to learn more about theatre outside of New York, since, as we all know, the New York theatre scene is a lot in different ways, but why are you specifically interested in Los Angeles?”
Because my boyfriend lives there, Kurt mentally answers, but he is pretty sure his advisor isn’t ready to hear that.
Good thing Kurt’s an actor, because he starts talking convincing nonsense.
Okay, that might be a bit much. Kurt does like the idea of LA. Even if he hadn’t met Blaine, he would’ve loved to visit it. It is literally on the other side of the country, and being there is so different from what he knows. But he never thought about studying there, or even moving there.
But there’s also no denying that Blaine is the main reason.
Ms. Joling makes notes and also looks at some things on her screen.
“Alright, I see you are majoring in musical theatre,” she says, “But you are also following electives on directing and scriptwriting.”
“That is true.”
“Now, we encourage our students to have a variety of skills, so as you may know, it is possible to use your internship for your major, but with approval from the examination committee it is also possible to work on something else that will fit within your overall education. Have you thought about that?”
Kurt has. He’s not completely unprepared! If he wants to go to LA for Blaine, he needs at least a good reason. He’s once directed a production at a nursing home, which was cool. Maybe he can do something like that, albeit it more professionally. He loves the big theatre world, but the idea of bringing theatre to smaller audiences excites him.
And he loves to be on stage, but he also loves the idea to write for the stage. He has stories to tell. He believes that there should be more room for different ideas on the stage and he’d love to contribute to that.
He’s already looked up some possible internships in LA in all kinds of different categories.
So yes, he’s definitely passionate, but he can do those things in New York as well.
And that is the thing his advisor points out after Kurt finishes his small speech.
“Hm. I believe you want to go to Los Angeles,” she says, “I mean, otherwise you wouldn’t seek out advice during your summer break.”
“True,” Kurt laughs, aiming for casualness.
“But when I hear your arguments for what you can contribute to the threatre world compared to your arguments about why you specifically want to go to the other side of the country, it’s obvious that the latter is… How do I say it?”
Not well thought-out? Kurt thinks, Bullshit, career-wise?
“Forced,” Ms. Joling eventually says, which is true as well, “Your passion to go out into the theatre world is clearly there, Kurt, so I don’t want to discourage you. If this truly is what you want, I will do my best to help you, but I do want to know for sure.”
“I’m sure,” Kurt answers quickly. He’s sure because of Blaine.
“Okay,” Ms. Joling adds more notes, “Then here’s the plan, Kurt. You send me the internships you’ve found, and I will look at whether or not it’s possible to do something with it. Meanwhile, you keep refining your arguments to go to Los Angeles, because these companies and other institutions will probably have questions about that too. Alright?”
“Yes,” Kurt says. He knows he hasn’t fully convinced her, but it’s a start.
The two of them discuss some more logistics, but then their time is up and they say goodbye. The moment the call ends, Kurt pushes his laptop away. This entire plan isn’t smooth sailing. In fact, there’s probably a dent in his sail.
He wants to go to LA, but his advisor picked up on some hesitation. It reminds Kurt of what his dad said. Even if it’s temporary, it’s a big decision to make, especially since Kurt’s planning on staying with Blaine. He and Blaine are solid, so Kurt isn’t afraid that they’ll break up while he’s in LA, but he does need to think this all out. As solid as they are, it’s still only been four months and Blaine still has all the things he needs to work out with Quinn.
Kurt sighs.
That’s all for later. Now he needs to wait for Blaine to come back and they need to enjoy spending their time together. Once Blaine’s on a plane to LA, it’s time for all of this.
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"Wait, you like me?"
Ts x Sides Day 4:
@tsxsides @thomasxsides
Pairings: Romantic Thomality, platonic LAMPT
Characters: Character Thomas, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders. Background Roman, Remus, Janus and Logan.
Other tags: Fluff, crushes, Patton in cute makeup, confessions and all that comes with it
Warnings: I don't think any warnings apply but let me know
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Thomas drummed his fingers against his thigh, barely paying attention to whatever video he was watching on his phone. Patton had come up to him in the morning, asking if they could have another movie night, practically pleading with those cartoonishly large eyes. And who was Thomas to deny his heart? It would be a good idea,he had thought at the time. They hadn’t spent time together in weeks, except when the Sides came together to help him with his dilemmas. It was a good way to make the others feel accepted and part of the group after years of rejection. It also offered him a chance to finally say he something he had been planning on months. There was never a right time, except now there was.
It had not been a good idea. Thomas was alone in the living room, waiting for everyone to show up and sure enough, Virgil appeared next to him and took a seat. Having Virgil with him actually did more to calm his nerves than Thomas would have imagined. After all, all Virgil was the only one who knew what Thomas planned to do tonight. He put a firm hand on Thomas’s knee, causing him to stop bouncing his leg.
“You okay?” asked Virgil.
“Yup,” lied Thomas.
“Yes, I can feel how okay you are,” he remarked wryly and removed his hand. “Thomas, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” And Thomas knew that, of course he did. It wasn’t life or death. It wasn’t an obligation. But again, wasn’t it though?
“No, I want to tell him. I just don’t know what I will do if he doesn’t…reciprocate.”
“A, you won’t know that unless you ask. B, what’s the worst that could happen? That he might like you the way you want to? You know Patton is never going to stop loving you.” Virgil shifted. “You know the last thing I want to do is pressure you ,Thomas, but it has been painful watching your pining. I believe you should get it over with.”
Thomas snorted. “Rip it off like a bandage?”
“Would you rather use Princey or Logan’s methods?” challenged Virgil. Thomas’s mind filled with dozens of images, of all the ways he could he could ask out Patton. He thought back to the day and decided he was not going to kill a dragon as a part of some grand gesture. How would he even find a dragon. Or worse, ask Patton to copulate with him, dear God. He shuddered.
“Thought so,” said Virgil. “Now relax, Patton’s coming.”
“How do you know?”
He didn’t answer, walking up to the door. As if on cue, Patton rose up there, along with Roman and Logan. They were holding each of his hands and Thomas frowned. Virgil was quick to steal him away, muttering “I’ll take it from here”. Patton laughed but followed him. Thomas thought he was going to find them the furthermost corner but instead he brought Patton to Thomas, saying they should sit together tonight, not so subtly giving him a Look. The same look the other two sides were giving him. He blushed. Thomas did not appreciate being treated like a doll in a little girl’s Barbie game but he didn’t have the energy or heart to say so. And after all, wasn’t this what he wanted.
He blushed even more when he got a real look at Patton. He was wearing his usual cat onesie but his face was littered with fake stars and clouds and the prettiest blush. He had light pink lip-gloss on and small fruit earrings dangling on each side. They should have looked ridiculous with everything else but Patton had a way of making silly look enticing. Thomas looked away, afraid if he kept staring he would never be able to stop.
“Pat,” said Thomas. “You look…nice.”
Patton lit up at his compliment, smiling brightly. “Thanks! Roman and Logan offered to do my make-up,” he gushed. “Isn’t it lovely?” Thomas almost expected him to a twirl.
“Really?” He raised his eyebrows at Logan.
“I merely suggested the stars,” clarified Logan.
“And they ended up completing the look,” said Roman. “Don’t sell yourself short, Specs.”
Thomas smiled at that. It pleased him to know his Sides still hung out even after their job was done. He only wished he was part of their world. Janus and Remus came in not long after and the rest of the night was a blur. He wasn’t really watching the movie to be honest, head filled with the anticipation of what he planned to do tonight. It could go wrong in so many ways. Or it could go so, so right and then what? It didn’t help that Patton was sitting SO close to him, slowly moving even closer.
One moment he was watching Pagemaster and the next he was waking up Patton shaking up. He blinked.
“Hey, Thomathy,” said Patton, in his “good morning” tone. It wasn’t morning, was it? He looked around and no one else was there. “Uh, yeah. They all left,” Patton explained. “You fell asleep pretty early, Tommy. Were you that tired?”
“I guess,” shrugged Thomas. He wouldn’t be surprised if he was.
‘Welp, I gotta go now,” Patton said. “It’s late and I think you should go to bed too.” He started to sink down. I guess this is my chance.
“Patton, wait!”
The moral side popped back up. “Yeah?”
Thomas hesitated. “I..uh…I was wondering if I could come with you tonight.”
“With me?’
“Yes. To your room.”
“My room?” Patton stepped closer to him. “Thomas, do you not remember the last time you were there? I don’t want you to get lost in the nostalgia again.”
“That’s not going to happen this time,” said Thomas, with certainty. “I’m not going to get lost because I am not looking to escape anything.” In a moment of boldness, he took Patton’s hand. “I just…want to spend more time with you Patton. I feel like we haven’t been doing that since the wedding debacle.” But he started to let go. “If you don’t want to...”
“No!” Patton was quick to take his hand back. “Of course I want to spend time with you.” And that was that.
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Patton’s room was different than he remembered. Well, for one, it actually looked a bedroom instead of a Kidz Bop version of his living room. It felt different, too. Still very happy, nostalgic, but less intense. Less overwhelming.
Patton had changed into more comfortable, sleepy-time clothes with a snap. Thomas was relieved to know that they had different clothes and not just different versions of the same outfit like a cartoon character. He had then then proceeded to give Thomas a little “tour”, excitedly telling him all the things that had changed and the new memories that were added to his room. Even though Thomas was surrounded by Patton, quite literally, every single in this room belonged to Thomas. Because Patton was his heart and he was incapable on letting go anything Thomas cherished. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“I love you!” Thomas blurted out. Then quickly covered his mouth. He hadn’t meant to say it so soon, without easing Patton into this.
Patton blinked at him. “I love you too, silly.”
Thomas sighed. “No, Pat, I love you. As in, I want to hold you and kiss your face for hours.” And there it was.
“Oh,” said Patton, voice conveying very little emotions. Everything in him was telling Thomas to get out of here and forget this ever happened. Pray that Patton would forget it too. “Wait, you like me!”
Thomas frowned. “Uh, yes, that’s what I said. Look, I am sorry. We can pretend I never said that.” Please don’t let this change things I have only just got you back I can’t lose you again.
“That’s why the others were so…weird,” continued Patton, like Thomas hadn’t said anything. “The looks they were giving us. Why roman insisted he should do my make-up, like he was getting me ready for a date. All the times Virgil insisted that I wasn’t wrong for feeling this way. You like me!”
“I love you,” corrected Thomas. Patton threw away whatever stuffed toy he was holding and attacked Thomas with a hug.
“I love you too!” He exclaimed. “You need to know that I will love in whatever you want me too, Thomas. Oh, I’m so happy can I kiss you?”
Thomas went red. “Yes, please.”
Patton took his face in his hands, giving him a quick, gentle, unbearably soft kiss. It was over too soon, and Thomas a little disappointed but it was overshadaowed by all the joy he was feeling now. It was everything Thomas had imagined it would be.
“So,” started Thomas. “What now?”
“Let’s just go to sleep for now,” Patton smiled. “We have all the time in the world to discuss what this means."
#enjoy this very rushed and unplanned fic#Thomas#Patton#Thomality#Sanders Sides#Character Thomas#C!Thomas#Pattmas#Thomas x Patton#Thomas x Sides#Ts x Sides#Patton Sanders#Virgil Sanders#background sides#romantic Thomality#sanders sides fic#my writing
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Healing Hearts
Summary: Jack had lost everything he ever loved in the last months. But Eve had always there for him. What happens if a mistake they both made would change everything
Pairing: Jack Whiskey Daniels x OFC (Eve)
Wordcount: 2.5k
Warnings: kinda AU, angst, mentions of infedelity, mentions of misscariage, unplanned pregnancy, mentions of dead family
A/N: Whew okay. I wrote this more than a year ago on a very dark day with someone completely different in mind. And for some reason I picked it up close to Christmas again and I thought this was made for Whiskey. I hope you like it. It's one of the fics i'm most proud of ever since i started.
The complete silence that seemed to welcome her everytime she walks into his house, was what made Eve feel a weird kind of safe as she silently closed the door behind her.
The key he had given her lay cold and heavy in her palm as she slowly walked into his house.
It seemed like she stepped into another dimension. As if she was far away from every living creature, as if there wasn’t a single person left on this planet. She always enjoyed the silence. Ever since she was a child. She chose the silence over the noise. Something no one seemed to understand.
Breathing in deeply she walked up the familiar stairs of his beautiful home. People had been happy here once. She knew they were. She was one of the lucky ones, a trusted friend who had been invited in the inner circle of Jack and Aubrey. Jack and his wife. A close friend who was there for every single step of the way.
There were pictures missing on the walls that had been there the last time she had been here. Months ago. It felt like a lifetime ago. He had called her and only whispered the words “She’s gone too.” before the call disconnected. Never in her life had she ignored so many red lights and stop signs as back there when she rushed over to his place. He had broken down in her arms that night. Again.
He had felt so small in her arms. Not like the big and confident man he usually was. Not one word had been spoken on the day she had spent with him until she had to leave. Back to her life. Her job. Her husband.
Jack and Eve had been friends all her life. A long time ago they could have been more but she had been too scared to acknowledge the big elephant in the room.
That she was hopelessly in love with Jack Daniels. The boy who had taught her how to ride a horse. The boy she had spent so much time with growing up, people joked they had been separated at birth.
She wanted to keep him in her life. But she wasn’t ready to give him what he wanted.
Not until that one night. The night that her friends, Jack and Aubrey, had decided that it was for the better to break up. To go separate ways because it hurt too much to look at one another after losing the boy they were so excited to meet halfway through the pregnancy.
She had heard on the phone that he had been drinking. Shaking her head, ignoring the memories of his lips on her skin, she slowly opened the door to his bedroom. He was lying on the ground with his back facing her. He was looking out of the floor length window, the sunset diving the almost completely white room into a soft orange light.
“You’ve ignored my calls…” He said without turning around. She remained standing in the door, longing for him and at the same time wanting to be anywhere but here. Close to him. Because it seemed like she hasn’t been able to gather a thought that didn’t involve him ever since that night.
“I have.” She finally said.
“I needed you.”
“I know.”
“Everyone I love seems to be leaving me…” he sighed quietly, the words breaking her heart.
“Jack…”
“I know what we did was wrong. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. It’s like…” he finally turned around, sitting himself up, but still not looking at her.
“It’s like we both longed for something no one else could give us.”
“But I’m married," Eve said.
“I know,” he sighed, finally looking up at her. He looked pale, like he hadn’t left the house in weeks. Yet his brown eyes, the eyes she fell in love with all these years ago, stared at her with so much admiration, she had to break his stare.
“Why are you here now?” he asked, slowly standing up to his full size. He was wearing dark sweatpants and a gray shirt, still wrinkled. He probably hadn’t changed since he woke up this morning. His hair was growing longer and she found herself thinking that she loved it that way. There was more than a stubble growing on his face, his signature mustache gone, making him seem more masculine.
He made no intentions of walking over to her. And she didn’t know if she wanted to be closer to him for the words she was about to say.
For weeks she had repeated the words she was about to say to him in her head. She would have needed a friend to talk to, yet the only friend who she would seek out in a situation like this would have been him.
She had no idea how to tell him. She had no idea how he would react.
Would he be happy?
Would he be sad?
Would he feel as guilty as she did?
How on earth was she supposed to tell him?
A little smile sneaked to his face as he took her in. She looked good. Her long wavy hair seemed to be brighter, maybe she had been to the hairdresser lately. It seemed like she was glowing, yet her eyes seemed to hold a sadness in them.
“Is everything okay Eve?” he asked, finally walking towards her, concern in his voice.
He saw her swallow before she nodded.
“I’m okay. I’m scared that you will hate me for what I’m about to say.” She finally said.
Jack frowned, shaking his head. Hate her? He could never do that. Once a long time ago he even thought that there could be more between them but she never seemed to be interested. But still, he couldn’t get her whimpers from the morning they never talked about out of his head.
The way her skin had felt against his as they both gave in, in the heat of the moment, both wanting to feel something.
“I could never hate you. You’re my best friend,” he managed to smile. Smiling was something Jack seemed to rarely do in the last months. He had no reason to.
He stopped in front of her, seeing the tears in her eyes that she was too proud to shed. Out of reflex his hand touched her cheek, trying to comfort her.
“Jack.. I’m…. Oh god I can’t even get the words out,” she shook her head.
“Is everything okay with Kev?” he asked. He had never liked him, yet tolerated him because he seemed to make Eve happy. She shook her head.
“Kev moved out last week. We’ve… we decided it’s better to go separate ways,” she whispered.
“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have been there for you, I…”
“Jack,” she interrupted him, shaking her head. He saw her breathe in deeply before she reached for his other hand. He noticed the lack of her wedding band on her finger as she slowly brought the palm of his hand closer to her body. He didn’t look away from her eyes, who seemed to swim in an ocean of unshed tears. When she pressed his palm on her stomach he didn’t notice anything at first. Yet when he finally broke the gaze and looked down in between them he could see the swell of her stomach. It seemed like his heart stopped beating for seconds, trying to process what she was trying to tell him. Blinking as she looked up at him, his mouth parted in surprise. Finally the tears escaped her eyes.
“5 months,” she whispered, her lips trembling.
“5 months?” he repeated slowly. It had been 5 months since…
Alarmed he looked at her, taking a step back, his hands on the back of his head.
“I’m so… so sorry Jack,” she sobbed, before she turned around and left the room.
He could hear the blood rushing in his ears as he looked up at the ceiling. He couldn’t do this.
He could not lose another person he loved.
Not his best friend.
Not like his child that hadn’t even been allowed to take one breath in this scary world, that he had vowed to protect from the moment Aurbrey had told him that she was pregnant.
Her… They hadn’t been able to move on after the death of their child. The break up had been mutual, yet he found himself in a constant state of just… existing ever since the moment he had gotten the call that Aubrey had died too.
Silence.
All there was now in his life was silence.
Except from when Eve was there. Even without words she seemed to break the silence. His silence.
When he had called her five months ago, drunk again, it seemed to be a constant state back then, she took care of him. They communicated without words. They always had. In the early morning hours, the sun wasn’t even up; he had blinked his eyes open and found her in his arms. Her warm body against his, her head on his arm as they lay on their sides, facing each other. She must have fallen asleep taking care of him. She looked so peaceful, sleeping. He used to love to watch her sleep. He hadn’t had many opportunities over the years. Sometimes he had found himself thinking of the what if’s.
What if he had told her he loved her?
What if she hadn’t been too scared to tell him she loved him?
Would they have gotten married?
Would they have a family?
A dog?
A cat?
A child?
“What are you thinking about, Daniels?” She had asked. He had looked at her for a long time before she opened her eyes, his hand coming up to feel the soft skin of her cheeks. She breathed in deeply and he inhaled her scent, that always reminded him of a sunny spring day. He was tired of the what if’s. He was tired of the sadness he had only been able to feel in almost a whole year.
“Do you ever think about us?” He had asked, pushing her hair behind her ear. Shivering she had breathed out.
“Always.” Eve had whispered back. Jack had leaned in and kissed her softly, and he would never forget the spark he felt, when their lips touched for the first of many times on that one morning they allowed themselves to be together.
Shaking his head he sighed again, before he followed her.
Eve was sitting with a bowl of ice cream on his patio, her naked feet in his pool. The sun had finally set, making the air outside breathable again.
Carefully he sat down next to her.
“I found out last month. I’ve been dying to tell you, but I didn’t know how,” she said quietly.
“You have been through so much in the last year, Jack. This… I never meant for this to happen,” she took a spoon of her ice cream. Jack spotted the second spoon and couldn’t hold back a smile as he reached for it. Eve put the cup in between them and they ate their Ice in silence as the stars slowly began to come visible in the night sky.
“Are you sure it’s…” he swallowed, his voice cracking. “Are you sure it’s mine?” he asked quietly.
“Kev and me haven’t had sex in more than 8 months, so yes I’m sure,” she said, looking at him. He was still looking up in the dark sky as his chest slowly rose with every breath he took.
“I’m scared, Eve,” he admitted, finally looking down at her.
“It feels like I’m a magnet for all things bad and I don’t want to fuck this up too. I can’t lose another person. Especially you.” His hand reached for hers, bringing the back of her hand up to his lips so he could softly kiss it.
“You’re not a magnet for all things bad, Jack,” Eve said softly. Turning so she could face him properly she brushed with her other hand over his cheek, making him close his eyes.
Her thumb caressed his skin and he enjoyed it for as long as it would last.
“I have been so so stupid all my life. Maybe this is the way of life showing me, us, what we knew all along.” She looked into his eyes, before she felt the by now familiar movement in her stomach. Not even trying to hide her smile she looked down.
“She’s awake,” she whispered. Jack followed her gaze as she brought their joined hands down on her lower stomach, and there, very faint, he could feel a movement, making him look at her with wide eyes. It made it more real.
“She?” Jack managed to ask after a while.
“She,” Eve smiled as she looked up at him, seeing him smile back at her.
“I know the timing is more than wrong. Absolutely wrong but Jack, I want this. I want to be the mother of your child. I want to be with you. I… I don’t want to just exist in this world. I want to live. I want to love. I want to…”
She was interrupted by his lips on hers as he leaned in, his hand in her hair to bring her closer. She sighed against his lips as he pulled her on his lap, her hand on his neck, diving into his hair as his tongue demanded entrance in between her lips.
“I love you,” she whispered when his lips left her mouth, to kiss down her jaw.
“I have loved you for the last fifteen years,” she whimpered, moaning when he carefully sucked on her neck.
“I have loved you since the moment I first saw you,” he whispered back. The tears were now freely running down her cheeks.
“We can do this Jack, right?” she asked. He looked up at her, bringing his hands up to frame her face as he leaned with his forehead against hers.
“I am scared as hell to do this. This wasn’t included in my plan. I never…” She closed her eyes.
“I need you with me on this Jack. I know you are scared. But I can’t do this without you,” she whispered.
“Eve…” he said quietly. She opened her eyes.
“I am scared but… I’m also the happiest I have been in a long time. I want this. I want to do this with you. Us two. Together. Like it should have been from the beginning,” he said.
Relieved, as if a thousand bricks fell from her shoulder Eve smiled.
“I can’t wait to wake up every day next to you,” she whispered.
“I can’t wait to meet our baby girl,” he whispered back.
Looking at each other they had no idea what the next months would bring. They didn’t know their daughter had already a mind of her own and decided to come two weeks early, only hours after they had tied the knot at the city hall in LA with only their families there.
They didn’t know that 3 years later they would become parents of twin girls. Or that they would have a dog. And a cat. But they knew that they could do anything, because they had each other.
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Just thinking about how much I love your writing today. Is there one of your fics that you didn't expect to write, but are so glad that you did?
Oh hello there lovely Anon, i wonder how you knew i was feeling swamped by self-doubt today.
Thanks for this very kind ask, also this is an interesting question and I've been thinking about what it means to me for the evening as I consider how to answer it.
Because of course with writing, especially fics, very often we are creating with a purpose (for a fest, for a gift, or just because an idea assailed us and we had to get it out) so the act of creating doesn't come as something unexpected. And yet there are definitely fics that I ended up writing out of the blue, very quickly and unplanned until the moment I decided to write them, and then they came out all in a rush of one writing session. Between the Power Lines was one, I wrote that in a few hours when I found out it was a friend's birthday, and it's still one of my own favourites. And though a lot of my microfics happen like that, with a sudden burst of inspiration and a quick (for me) writing time, Relic Radiation (space boyfriends) and A Little Death Never Hurt Anyone (master of death Harry slipping behind the Veil to make treaties with the dead) both came about when I abandoned two gift fics I was already writing and wrote these ones last minute instead, so they were definitely surprises!
And there are also the fics that are unexpected in terms of how they take on their own life and turn out differently to how I imagined. Lots of mine happen like this, to varying degrees (bring on the day that we can beam our thoughts directly from brain to page) but one in particular springs to mind. I was writing it for what felt like a literal lifetime, and was one of my only truly miserable fic-writing experiences (usually I just ditch a project if i'm not enjoying it, but this one came out of a terrible period of writer's block and I knew I had to force myself to write through it as it wasn't passing by itself). It was nothing like I had planned to write, and to be honest at the time I was just happy to finish it, but now I'm quietly proud of it and it has a brief smut scene that i'm quite happy with after i was struggling to write explicit, so that's one I'm pleased I wrote. It's Mortal Frame, a cheery little Horcrux romp 😅
If it's not cheeky, I'd love to pass this ask on to any writers/creators who are reading this and fancy answering. It's been a really interesting one to think about. Thank you so much again, Anon.
#drarry#drarry fic#drarry squad#hpdm#i queue#asked and answered#lovely people being lovely#rowing and chatting
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Ginger Snap, Chapter 6
A/N Well, here it is. The last chapter of Ginger Snap. As an unplanned fic inspired by a vanity license plate, I’m happy with how it turned out. There will be a short epilogue posted in the next week or so. In the meantime, thank you so much for coming on this unexpected ride with me! This chapter’s themed title is Fire in the Belly.
Previous chapters are best enjoyed on my AO3 page, because I have a bad habit of going back and editing them after they’ve been posted.
The next five months were some of the most difficult of my life.
After our talk, Frank and I agreed that it would be best that we parted ways. The Southside flat was close to the university, plus I’d never truly felt at home there, so it made sense for him to keep it. Fortunately, we’d never combined our savings and I still had money tucked away from my time as a medical resident in Boston.
Geillis wanted me to move into her sprawling Murrayfield home, at least temporarily, but I knew that I needed a place of my own. To stand on my own two feet, as it were. Which was how I found myself moving my few belongings into a modest Morningside walk-up as the rest of Edinburgh celebrated Hogmanay with fireworks and drunken revelry.
I scheduled the written component of my medical licensing exam for February. This was likely foolhardy, but I’d already wasted enough time. As a result, almost every waking hour was dedicated to studying. The flat remained an empty box whose naked beige walls bore witness to my rudimentary existence.
Geillis called regularly, reminding me to eat and to occasionally step outside for a breath of fresh air. Returning up the high street from one of our weekly coffee dates, a bright flash in a shop window caught my eye.
I stopped and stared as the afternoon sun lit the vase like a shard of stained glass. It was a profound shade of blue: the colour of a field of indigo, of the night sky in a Byzantine icon, of Jamie’s eyes when he laughed. It sat on my windowsill, filled with the season’s first daffodils, as I pored over practice exams.
***
“Geillis, I passed! I fucking passed!” An elderly woman seated across from me on the bus muttered under her breath about vulgar Sassenachs, but I was too elated to care.
“Of course ye did, ye brilliant disaster. Now I can brag tae the neighbours I have my own personal physician.”
“Not so fast, Duncan. I still need to pass the clinical exam, and that’s no small thing.” My gut twisted just thinking about it, but unlike the written exam, there was little I could do to prepare. Either I knew how to perform as a doctor or I did not. The long months since I’d last treated a patient loomed like a large shadow over that question.
“Och, yer bum’s oot the window Claire,” my friend dismissed blithely. “Ye’re gonna do great. When do ye head down tae yer homeland, then?”
“May first.” The practical examination took place in Manchester and needed to be scheduled three months in advance.
“Sounds like ye’ve got some time on yer hands. Whate’er are ye going tae do with yerself?” Geillis asked in a singsong voice.
Fortunately for me, spring was Edinburgh’s most pleasant season. Its many gardens and laneways erupted in carpets of buds and blooms. The air smelled fresh and green, like biting into a tart apple. I took long walks and fell in love with the city I now called home. There were secondhand bookstores to explore and a weekly craft market where I gradually amassed an assortment of items that made my flat feel like a home. With each passing day, my existence felt more and more like a life; one I defined for myself.
I also started to explore my options for employment, hoping for a job offer from one of the city’s hospitals that was conditional upon my successful completion of the licensing process. It was to that end that I found myself walking down the corridor of The Royal Edinburgh hospital after what I hoped had been a rather successful interview with the deputy director of surgery.
“Claire?”
I recognized her voice immediately. Before turning around I closed my eyes and sent out a fervent appeal to the universe.
“Jenny, hi. How are you?”
She looked just the same, her straight black hair such a contrast to her brother. Next to her stood a man, but not the man I had conjured the moment I heard her voice. I was unclear whether that meant my prayer had been answered or not. Seeing my gaze stray, Jenny jumped to introductions.
“This is my husband, Ian. We’re here fer treatment on his leg.”
“Nothing serious, I hope.”
“Jes a fitting fer a new prosthetic. Jenny keeps beatin’ me o’er the head with the old one, ye see.” I laughed, instantly liking his easy-going manner, so in contrast with Jenny’s intensity.
“Ye must be the Claire I hear sae much about,” he went on, and I wondered what had been said about me in the Fraser household.
“Nothing bad, I hope.”
Ian smiled warmly. “Only good things, I promise ye.”
“What brings ye tae the hospital, Claire?” Jenny interjected.
I explained how I was in the process of qualifying to practice medicine in Scotland, provided I could pass my exams. Jenny and Ian were both delighted, congratulating me as though I’d already accomplished my goal. As we spoke about Wee Jamie’s latest exploits and the ongoing growth of Ginger Snap, I couldn’t help notice that Jenny was staring at my hands. At my left hand in particular. Finally, I couldn’t resist temptation any longer.
“And, how is Jamie doing?” I tried to sound casual, but I was certain my faltering voice betrayed me.
“Very well,” Jenny replied. “Busy, as ye can imagine, but he thrives on chaos.”
I nodded, trying to be satisfied with the news that he was well. It was the most I could hope for, really. Jenny eyed me shrewdly before continuing.
“He’s a good man, my brother. Any lass would be verra lucky tae have him. I’d like tae see him settled, but he refuses tae be rushed. Says the right woman is worth the wait.” She paused before adding, “I reckon ye ken wha’ he means.”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I know exactly what he means.”
***
I took the overnight train from Edinburgh to Manchester. It meant I was likely to arrive at the testing centre deprived of sleep, but I rationalized that most of my residency could be characterized as one long evaluation under similar conditions, and I hadn’t killed anyone yet. Still, as the velvety darkness slipped by outside my window, studded by the lights of passing farms, my doubts got the better of me.
I texted Geillis, looking for moral support. For once she didn’t reply immediately. There was one other name on my laughably short list of contacts. I deliberated for all of a minute, but the late hour and creeping panic made me impulsive.
Hello.
Best to start with something innocuous, rather than the slightly more revealing “I miss you. I think about you every day.” A reply bubble appeared immediately after I hit send. At least I hadn’t woken him up. A small tempest stirred in my gut.
Arsonist. Hello. How are you?
I tried to picture him. Was he at home? Working late? Or, in a scenario that played out far too often in my mind, on a date?
I’m alright. Well, to be honest, I feel like I’m going to puke and cry. Not necessarily in that order.
Och, lass. Do you need me to come over?
Damn it, this man. I had done nothing to deserve his unswerving loyalty but mislead him and then disappear for months on end. And yet here he was, willing to come to my aid on the flimsy pretext of a late night text. Guilt and tenderness warred for possession of my heart.
That may prove a bit difficult, Jamie. I’m on a train to England.
There was a long pause, and then a two letter reply.
Oh.
I realized at once that he’d leapt to the wrong conclusion: that I had left Edinburgh for good. I rushed to correct the error.
I’m taking the second stage of my examination to practice as a NHS doctor tomorrow. It’s all hands-on situations, and the licensing facility is in Manchester.
Arsonist, that’s wonderful news! I’m so proud of you.
I blushed, then leaned my heated cheek against the chilled pane of glass. It had been a rash impulse, but this conversation was exactly what I needed. I wasn’t alone in this. Geillis and Jamie were in my corner.
What has your stomach in a twist, then?
What if I’ve forgotten what to do?! It’s been almost a year since I’ve so much as used a stethoscope, Jamie. The exam is eighteen real-life situations and you’re given eight minutes to respond to each one. Not a second longer. I’m just... what if I fail?
And there it was. The kernel of fear that lived at the heart of everything I did. What if I failed? What if my best wasn’t good enough?
Claire, listen to me. You’re a doctor, just as I am a chef. It wouldn’t matter if I had not set foot in a kitchen in ten years, I would still remember how to cook, and I know that it’s the same for you. I believe it with everything in me.
On some level, I knew that he was right. But it still comforted me tremendously to hear it from someone I trusted.
Alright. That helps. I should let you get to bed. Thank you for talking me off my ledge, Jamie.
Anytime, Arsonist.
As I got ready sign off, another text bubble appeared.
Oh, and Claire? Don’t burn down their wee laboratory, okay? ;-)
I laughed out loud, muting my phone and reclining my seat. Outside, the stars shone brightly, tiny fires in the firmament to guide me on my way.
***
It was a lovely late spring day, and the retractable doors to the fire station were open to the warm breeze. I could hear Angus’ voice as he led a cooking demonstration for a group of young women; a bridal shower by the look of their ridiculous costumes.
“Mind the coriander, lass. Tis a verra powerful aphrodisiac, ken? I willna be held responsible if ye canna resist my considerable charms after ye eat yon soup.”
There was an outburst of giggles as I rounded the corner and entered the reception area. Jenny was on the phone. She halted mid-sentence when she saw me walk in. I rubbed my hands down the front of my jeans, trying to stay calm.
“He’s in the storeroom, in the back,” Jenny prompted before I could even offer a greeting. I smiled gratefully, relieved I didn’t have to make small talk. I had only so much courage stored in reserve, and I didn’t want to use it all up before reaching my destination.
The storeroom was long and narrow, lit by a single naked bulb and girded with shelves. Jamie stood with his broad back to the door, his curls absorbing the light like amber. He had a clipboard in one hand, performing some kind of inventory.
“Jes how many lentils dae ye reckon we need, Janet? There’s nine cans of them here already, and ye have us ordering ten more.”
I’d almost forgotten how much I loved his voice, the undulating grit and silk of it. I had to remaster the art of speech before I could reply.
“It’s not Jenny. It’s me. Claire.”
He froze, and if it weren’t for the sudden rapid flow of his breath I would have assumed he hadn’t heard me. My nerves got the better of me and I blurted out, “I like lentils. You should listen to your sister.”
“Claire.” More sigh than word. He slowly turned. It was when our eyes met that I knew nothing had changed for him. It was still there, after all these months. That look that told me I was the map to his journey, the focus to his vision, the reason to his why.
Hopefully he could read that same certainty on my face.
“I passed my exams,” I began. “I’m a doctor again.”
“Ye never stopped bein’ a doctor. This jus’ makes it official.”
“I’m still a disaster in the kitchen,” I continued. “Last week I ruined two saucepans.”
“Tha’s only a tragedy if ye dinna have someone willin’ tae cook fer ye,” he replied with a strange squinting motion I understood was meant to be a wink.
“I’m still learning who I am. How to be true to the person on the inside,” I confessed. This is what had kept me away for so long, worried that I would escape from Frank’s orbit just to be caught up in another. Jamie never once expected my submission, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t offer it out of habit.
“I’ll let ye in on a secret. Sae is everyone else,” he replied.
Without realizing it, we’d both been moving until we were crowded together amongst the dried herbs and canned goods. My hand rested against the solid metronome of his heart. Just one more confession to go.
“I burn for you in a way I’ve never burned for anything before.”
There. It was said. A thousand wings of rapture beat against the cage of my ribs, clamoring to break free. Jamie carefully pushed a loose curl behind my ear before cupping my jaw.
“Wee arsonist. Come, set my life on fire.”
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pairing: soulmate!jaemin x reader
genre: guardian angel au / fluff / slight angst
warnings: language, sad themes, character death (car crash), suggestive (not explicit, I suck at smut), my shitty writing (I’m so sorry)
summary: the glimmering boy from the accident would often visit you in the depths of your dreams with eager eyes, your imagination the only place where he could allow you to see him. that is, until you finally became an adult.
word count: 10.2k
note: this is my first time writing a long fic, it might seem rushed or confusing but I’m sure I’ll improve with time, so feedback will be greatly appreciated. anyways, I truly hope you enjoy the story from the bottom of my heart! also, thank you @glossyjaems for hyping me up on this!
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The rain poured violently, hitting the car windows in near agression as you mindlessly watched the drops race down, ‘till they eventually disappeared from your view. The roads were hugely engulfed in a sea of haze, and it was complicated to decipher the direction in which the car was heading towards, amidst all the fog surrounding. You remember a gentle song playing quietly from the radio, and if it weren’t for the furious banging of the weather, you’d be fast asleep. Asleep, in the warm arms of your mother, who held you so dearly. No one expected what was to come. The anxious stirring from your father, the deafening crash, the cries of the woman who now held you tightly with fear, or the pitch black darkness that consumed everybody in an instant.
Four years, you were only four years when you lost your entire family; and you were supposed to leave with them. Softly, the song kept playing, when you caught a gleaming silhouette in the distance. Just like that, consciousness slipped away from you.
Years went by quickly, time left but memories stayed. The helpless screams of your father and your mother’s tears that fell onto your chubby cheeks; you remember them vividly. You thought memories were supposed to be cherished, but yours only managed to haunt you every progressing day of your life. A life that was meant to be taken away from you, a life that was meant to be spent with your loved ones. You lost one option for the price of the other and you weren’t sure what was worse, there was no way an answer from something as intricate as existence could be obtained. All you knew was the shimmering light before blackness tugged at your vision. Tall, lean and majestic; you wished it would’ve been one of the few memories that did stay, but it seemed like it was fading away more and more as the clock ticked by.
Attached to several tubes and beeping machines, you had woken up disoriented that day, completely unaware of your surroundings. So confused, you couldn’t even process or fathom what just had happened; the death of your parents, or the cuts and bruises that stung your delicate, baby skin. A nurse was walking by the room you were in when she noticed the small of your figure sitting up on the hard hospital bed, immediately bursting through the door with shock plastered on her young face.
You were not expected to survive a coma. You were not even meant to survive a deadly car crash. No one was really expecting you to wake up. In the midst of all the chaos that had eventually formed by the surprised nurses and hospital staff, you could only stare through the small-framed window, at the bright spark that shined outside in the empty streets. Only for your eyes to see.
Growing up with your grandparents had its perks. They were very pure beings; always trying the best they could to keep a content smile on your bruised face, always trying to show you the love their own children couldn’t. Their mythical, fantasy tales were your favorite; the ones where everything and everyone was magical, where anything could happen because suddenly animals and plants could talk, and the Earth wasn’t as soulless. Your lovely storytellers successfully distracted you from the harsh truth, that an innocent child like you had to learn at a very young age their family; the woman who birthed you and the man who held you in his arms for the first time, were gone. Just like they had left, the time came where their own parents had to step off the journey of life, too. This time, you were fully alone to face the frightening reality and malicious threats of those who weren’t happy. Fifthteen years old, you were now totally by yourself.
Or so, you thought.
Forming part of your grandparents’ usual anecdotes and short stories, was the tale consisting of soulmates. Soulmate, someone destined to be by your side forever. You knew they loved talking about myths and legends, so believing that something as harsh as life already had prepared an individual to cherish you, seemed impossible. More so, when it took your parents from you in the worst way possible. Naturally, you brushed the thought aside despite your grandmother’s last words, asking you to wait for the letter, one that was soon to come. You didn’t know what she was talking about, and quite frankly, you were too distressed to care; helplessly watching the world take yet again, someone from you.
Every night after the accident that almost took your life, images began forming in your head. What were images turned into short dreams, and soon, they were a common occasion every time you slipped off into slumber. After giving a final goodbye to your grandparents, those visions only seemed to increase. There, you would always meet him. The boy with excited eyes, somehow he always appeared remarkably delighted to see you, although you couldn’t understand why. Who was he? Why was he in your nightly thoughts all the time? You didn’t know, but you didn’t mind either. He was divine, always formally dressed in a white suit; black, lustrous shoes and hair combed back so carefully accompanied by a slight part enough to show some of his forehead. A person so tremendously handsome, you usually wondered how your young mind was even able to create such a heavenly man.
You never failed to meet him in your dreams. Enveloped by all the loneliness you had been left with, you looked forward to see him until the sun decided to rise from within the towering mountains and over the vast horizon; the sultry warmth of a new day bringing you out of the place where only the two of you knew. Life was mostly dull unless you were having your fair share of time with the celestial boy in the depths of your imagination.
Age seventeen came through, gifting you with the fading of majority of the scars that had been left on your skin as a daily reminder of what happened years ago. One of them, though, chose to accompany you forever. It was fine, you assured yourself, no matter how dark it sounded, it was the closest thing to your parents that you had. Rather than despising it, you’d enjoy it.
The town you lived in wasn’t all that special. It was small and far from the bigger cities, home to a low population of friendly people. Everyone knew each other; and everybody knew what happened the winter of 2006, when your parents died. The year your whole world came crashing down; like the angry ocean waves would hit at the random, jagged rocks that stuck from beneath the water. In spite of the tragedy you had to endure, nobody treated you with shameless pity, and instead taught you that yes; life can be threatening, but it can also be marvellous. You realized that living is unexpected; one day you’re breathing, the next one you could be gone. It’s difficult to accept the fact that everybody’s fate is exceptionally different. Sometimes they might leave with pride, sometimes they might leave with fear. Of course you didn’t know what the world had in store for your future, but you certainly didn’t want to keep drowning in your sea of miserable grief.
Sighing, you put an end to your train of thoughts as you plopped down on your bed’s soft mattress. Your grandparents’ wooden house was the same as it was the day they left; cosy, warm and vintage. You would often dream here about what the actual cities looked like, your last time catching the bright, colorful lights being the same day of the accident. Grandma didn’t want to tell you much as she usually avoided describing the occurence in detail, but she did admit you were on your way to visit her and the rest when the early winter storm caught up with the unplanned trip. Maybe, if your father would’ve chosen to spend one last day at your old house, they would be here today.
The endless questions and memories that consumed you everyday were enough to lull you off into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, everything around you looked magical and extraordinary in the sea of green, healthy grass that kissed at your bare feet oh so tenderly. Several flowers that accompanied the slightly flowing ocean of emerald were colorful; blues, pinks, yellows, purples. Every single shade thinkable was present. A sky so heavenly azure, and a small amount of white, fluffy cotton clouds decorating it beautifully. You discovered, you were no longer in reality. You were in your dreams. Far off in the distance, your eyes spotted the same white suit you had grown accustomed to seeing, and your feet immediately headed in the direction of the clean attire. There he was, the same boy who was nothing but absolutely ethereal, sitting on the soft field of tulips and roses under a large oak tree. He didn’t have to search to know you were there; he felt your presence from miles away, even when you were not meeting him in your lovely thoughts. After all, he had always been there with you. You just weren’t aware of it.
Despite the tall grass that occasionally tangled with your feet, you reached him easily, quietly taking a seat next to him on the velvety ground. “Hello.” He simply greeted, still looking off into the horizon as he slowly grazed his hands through the flowers surrounding him. Features so enchanting, his face looked like it had been sculpted and carved by the gods themselves. A defined nose and jawline, narrow eyes that only conveyed pure compassion, with a final touch of the smoothest skin you had ever seen before. He was literally glowing with beauty.
“Hi,” you replied shortly with a small smile, “we meet again.” He turned to glance at you, his eyes surveying lightly over your own features. He thought you were breathtaking.
He slightly nodded his head, the setting sun offering a nice dew to his warm skin. “We do.” A pause took over, and you wondered why he was so quiet today; usually, you were used to him being more talkative, even flirty. Before you could say anything else, he spoke up with a graceful smile. “You’re turning eighteen soon, right?” You could only nod, a huge knot forming in your chest at the thought of spending yet another birthday without the company of your family, you wished they would’ve been able to watch you turn into an adult. “Don’t be sad, just because they’re not with you physically, doesn’t mean they’re also not with you emotionally. If you think about it, they have never left.”
It had become a common feeling to be taken aback by his sudden rightful guessings of your thoughts. You never understood how he was able to tell what you were currently thinking, and honestly, it didn’t seem like you’d ever know, for his answers had always been along the lines of having a strong intuition.
By now, the bright sun had almost completely set behind the horizon, engulfing the vast grasslands with warm hues of oranges, yellows and reds; while the quick approaching night brought with itself a sea of blues, purples and pinks. The colors mixing together created a stunning evening sky, a view so captivating you could misinterpret it for a famous Italian painting. “I guess you’re right,” you agreed with his previous statement, “but I just wish I was able to spend a day meant to be so special with my family. In the flesh, I mean. I’m tired of spending my birthday by myself. Turning eighteen was supposed to feel exciting, but I can’t seem to find eagerness anywhere within my emotions when I know I’ll be on my own again.” Exhaling with slight disappointment, you softly pulled at a honeysuckle beside you and allowed yourself to savor the sweet taste of the nectar that it gingerly left on your tongue. You wondered if there was anything else more sugary than the tasty honey of the tiny flower.
“I understand.” He replied with a slight nod as he watched you grab another honeysuckle. Then, he did something he had never done before, and his hand grasped yours delicately. You were certain this was only a dream, still, you could feel him. You could feel his skin and the warmth that radiated from his hand, along with the creases on his much bigger palm. Somehow, the skin there wasn’t soft like you imagined, in fact, it was sort of rough; either way, they still managed to feel silky as they held your own. “But hey,” his eyes twinkled with happiness as he beamed, “I promise you, you won’t be spending your eighteenth birthday alone this time. I promise, really.”
“I hope you’re right,” you let the boy intertwine his fingers with yours, “I’ve been meeting you in my dreams for the longest time. Things like this don’t happen, so I believe you might be telling the truth.”
His eyebrows furrowed adorably as he shook his head, “I always tell the truth, lying is wrong. Besides, I would never do that to you.”
“Indeed.” You grinned lightly, and only now had you remembered this had been the first time in a while where you had shown genuine merriment. Night had taken over, and now the dark sky was covered in multiple little stars that, although from your perspective they barely sparkled, you were sure they glowed the brightest if close enough. Sometimes, what shines the most is not always the first thing noticed. The boy holding your hand frequently questioned why you couldn’t see that on yourself; why you couldn’t see how dazzling you really were, like the twinkling balls of fire that called themselves stars. Sighing with joy, you kept staring up at the endless heavens, the lively moon being your only source of light. “Hey?” You spoke up again, earning yourself a hum from the handsome boy. He didn’t seem to age, he still looked the same as he did the first time you ever saw him in yours dreams. Now, you realized his features resembled the same as a regular teenager like you, except he was obviously striking. “I’ve been meeting you here for as long as I can remember, but I never got your name.”
He chuckled, thinking you sounded cute. His free hand gently pulled at a fully bloomed rose, its scarlet red shade so bright and vibrant in the scarce night light. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that yet, love.” He shook his head, releasing your hand and instead replacing his own with the beautiful rose. “Don’t worry, you’ll find out soon enough, you just have to wait a little bit more. Then, you will get an answer to all your questions. They say patience is key.” Standing up, he carefully pulled you up with him too, pressing a faint kiss to your forehead. “Lovely, it’s time for you to leave.”
“But I don’t want to.” You muttered, not quite looking forward to another lonely day.
The boy laughed lowly as he began walking in the opposite path from where you initially came from. “Dont worry, you see me here everyday, right? I’ll be waiting for you here on your next dream. And the next one, and the one after, and the one after. I will always be waiting. Just do me a favor, will you? Take that rose with you, consider it my early birthday gift. Keep it, and care for it. Also, remember my promises, I won’t ever break them.”
Just like that, he disappeared in the multitude of blooming flowers, as you felt yourself fade away from the world you wished was your reality.
You woke up from your deep slumber, a smile etched across your face as you thought of your little secret, who you always encountered in your dreams wearing the same white suit. Your conscious itself was still adapting to the daylight of a new day and the comforting heat radiating all the way from your window. Hair disheveled, and eyes puffy from sleep, you had not woken up yet completely. As your senses adjusted, strangely enough, you felt something smooth against your arm, only then noticing the red rose resting nicely next to you while its petals softly kissed at your skin. A gasp left your lips instantly, and you quickly scurried off the bed as fast as lighting to stare incredulously at the flower laying on it. You were a hundred percent sure that was not there before drifting off. Yet, as freaked out as you were, the boy’s words filled your mind, and you reluctantly picked up the gorgeous plant to place it in a vase of fresh water.
The brand new day carried on as always, unwanted and repetitive. Many outsiders who traveled from the bigger cities claimed your small town was breathtaking; here, they didn’t have to deal with the awful sounds or smells that the multiple factories over there emitted, they didn’t have to deal with the large streets full of traffic and impatient car horns from people who were desperate to get home. Here, your town was everything but the opposite. Streets were not paved, instead, they were nice dirt paths created by the town’s own people so cars could drive by easily. It was mostly rural; adorned with greenery, flowers, crops and the overall touch of unbothered Mother Nature. A huge pond occupied by different, colorful fish was located in the center of the town, also serving as a usual meeting spot for friends or couples who wanted to have a lovely day out. Lastly, the most special detail; a large river stream ran through, which had been decorated between the passing years with several tiny shops and homely bakeries that had slowly started forming alongside it. Generally, it reminded you of pictures from Venice, Italy that you’d see on the internet.
In spite of how gifting your little town was, it’s not like you could enjoy it when you had no one to explore it with. You had your fair shares of adventures around it when you were young, but as you inevitably grew older, so did the cravings for companionship, for a friend. A friend you didn’t have. Growing up without any parents somehow prevented children at school from befriending you, claiming it was weird to not have a mother or a father. You never blamed them, nor did you resent them; they were merely young kids, who were almost just as clueless as you.
Due to many unpleasant experiences, you began believing this town had nothing else in store for you other than remind you of the unforgettable truth, so you often refrained from going out when it was unneeded. Living alone had also slowly become bearable; either way, you had to learn how to because there was nobody else who would be able to guide you through life. There was no choice but to become independent at an early age.
After taking a warm shower and placing the unexpected rose in a vase, you decided to make yourself some chamomile tea. While waiting for the water to boil, your eyes spotted a rusty note that was messily folded, laying on the kitchen counter. It appeared almost crumpled, like it had been bunched up in a rush. You confusedly stared at it for a short moment, trying to remember whether there had been a note there last night when you cleaned the kitchen isle. A sudden whistle interrupted your puzzled thoughts just as you were about to open up the strange looking letter, bringing you out of your daze as the loud hiss reminded you the boiling, hot water was finally ready. Cursing under your breath, you quickly whipped around in a hurry to turn off the stove, forgetting about the wrinkled paper altogether.
The rest of your day went by unbothered, the night sky catching up quicker than you had presumed. Regardless, it didn’t faze you. Rather than upsetting you, it only caused a huge wave of excitement to travel along your body; you knew what the night meant. You let out a squeal that bounced off the walls as you observed through the window the dark sky that had engulfed the whole town, decorated by the bright moon that had replaced the yellow, warm sun. It was only seven at night when you read the time on the digital clock hung on the thorough, wooden walls. You hurried off to your room, where you quickly readied yourself for sleep.
Not long after, you found yourself barefooted in the same place as always, although this time autumn season had began. Unlike reality, time worked distinctly in your dreams. When it was nighttime in the real world, it was daytime in your thoughts. Yet, you couldn’t understand why the season suddenly changed, you weren’t quite sure this had happened before. Right in front of your eyes, the oak tree you were so used to see standing gracefully with flowing, vibrant leaves, was slowly becoming leafless while the few ones that did manage to stick to the branches jumped between different, several warm and golden tones. The grasslands that were once a blanket of only verdant green with the occasional colorful flowers that would stand out, was now an ocean of faded orange mixed with a faint tint of pinkish red. Underneath the oak tree sat him, but this time he was not dressed in the same white suit from always; he was wearing casual clothes, and his typical perfectly brushed hair was left down and fluffy, covering most of his forehead.
White denim jeans paired with a white denim jacket, and a loose light, grey t-shirt tucked carelessly inside his pants; he seemed to already know what you were wondering, and answered your question before you even got the chance to take a seat on the dried autumn grass. “Everything is different because something important is nearing. No,” he giggled when he noticed you lean forward with a new question ready to be asked, “I can’t tell you what the special occasion is. Chill, you’ll find out in no time.”
Whining, you slightly sulked with an annoyed look plastered on your face, “I’m tired of all these weird clues.”
“Don’t worry, the answers are closer than you think. Quit sulking, drama queen.” He grinned warmly. The scenery appeared ridiculous when compared to his radiant smile, it was a battle he’d win right away effortlessly. A sudden breeze passed by, offering a pleasant warmth that felt sensational as the air slowly became cooler every time the season developed more. Whenever you met up with him, you always had new things to interrogate him for, but just recently your inquiries had gotten much bigger as you found yourself in stranger situations leading towards him. You turned to glance at him, despite his side profile being the only sight you could get from your current view, you knew he still looked unreal as ever. “I noticed you kept the rose.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, “how do you know?”
“Can’t answer that either.” He shrugged with a cheeky grin, exhaling with calmness as he rested on his elbows, basking in the warm, soft breezes that blew by every now and then. His chestnut brown hair moved fluidly along with the infrequent winds too, letting his forehead show up for a split second. You thought he seemed so peaceful like this. Truthfully, he always looked peaceful, but today his features were particularly serene as they emitted a feeling of tranquility, even you felt it. He hummed, opening his eyes for a short moment before closing them again, “you forgot to read the note. I’ll get rid of that one and send a new one when you wake up. Make sure to read it, no excuses.”
A small huff of disbelief escaped your lips, as they soon turned into a smile. “Are you sure you’re not a witch? You were the one who put the rose on the bed, right? Because how else would that magically be there? Please answer me before I go insane.” You massaged your temples gently to simmer down all the jumbled emotions that had fallen upon you. “I thought you were just part of my imagination, but I’m doubting that now. Oh my God, what are you? There’s literally no way I can bring a flower out of my dreams-”
“Just part of your imagination, what am I? An imaginary friend? Sorry,” he laughed, “I’m not that. Yeah, I was the one who placed the rose next to you; but no, I won’t answer how.” You could tell he was having fun watching you experience an existential crisis in the middle of your dreams, it entertained him more than he would like to admit. “Today you seem very curious, that’s no good. So, we will be parting ways sooner than we usually do.”
“Wait, no, what-”
With only the snap of his fingers, it was nighttime, like a light switch had been flicked and suddenly the brightness was turned off. Due to the fast approaching winter lurking just around the corner, it was freezing cold, the temperatures so low you stared at the unfazed boy like he was crazy. You immediately began shivering, and he calmly took the time to place his denim jacket over your trembling shoulders. Honestly, the piece of clothing didn’t really provide you with much cover, but the warmth of his body that had stuck to it was enough to decrease the clattering of your teeth and the goosebumps that had formed on your arm the moment the temperatures abruptly dropped. “You can take that with you. For now, we have to go. Goodbye lovely, we’ll see each other soon.”
Your body shot up on bed in shock, anxiously feeling around your shoulders where indeed, a jacket comfortably rested on. His jacket. You felt like crying from all the utter confusion, so many questions swirling in your head that you wanted to desperately ask. Breathing irregular, you stood up with a slight stumble as you made your way towards the bathroom with a failing vision until you were able to grip the small counter, your reflection showing back on the flimsy mirror. There was no tone to your skin, which was accompanied by a light dampness; your throat felt like it was stinging and your nose was extremely runny. Was this a cold? A sharp pain hit at your temples before a grunt left your lips, demanding you to get some rest. Using all the strength you could muster, you went back to bed, falling weakly on the soft mattress.
“You fucker, now I’m sick.” You gritted through you teeth with irritation. As if on cue to your words, another crumpled ball of paper flew onto your forehead, gently bouncing off and onto the bedsheets. You cursed again, rolling your eyes before opening up the letter. It looked old, the delicate paper was covered in several creases and ink stains that were smeared all over the page; inside, was the messiest handwriting you had ever seen before. Squinting, you tried your best to make out the tangled words that were scribbled down.
Before I even start; you got to stop cursing young woman. The Heavens are watching and won’t be happy at you. Now, off to the actual letter. You must still remember your grandmother telling you about it, this was the note she was talking to you about. How are you? I hope you’re dealing alright with that nasty cold, honest, I knew you’d catch one after that weather. It’s alright though, it won’t last longer than three days, enough for you to spend your awaiting birthday without any bothersome sicknesses. How does it feel to be turning eighteen years old in four days time? Maybe you didn’t believe me, or maybe you did, but I’m still keeping promise to my words, and I assure you; your eighteenth birthday won’t be spent alone, neither will be your other birthdays to come. You’ve come so far in life, you have battled so much and yet you’re still overflowing with strength. You definitely deserve answers to all the questions you’ve often wondered about.
Remember all those fairy tales you would hear all the time from your grandparents? The ones you loved so, so much? Many of them were really only that; tales and nothing more, just something to keep you entertained, except for one. No, soulmates are not a lie, or merely another created narration from your lovely storytellers, they’re a real thing. You’ll meet your soulmate soon, I promise. I could tell you who it is, but I’d rather wait and watch you find it out yourself. For the meanwhile, you can look at your wrist the day you turn eighteen, you’ll notice some words engraved on it. They’re meant to be your soulmate’s first words ever said to you; in person, so the flesh and bones. I feel like I gotta make that clear because you’re so dense. When you do finally meet them, the words will fade away. Overall, you’re going to get a gut feeling when you meet the right person, you won’t even need to check your wrist to know. Everybody is destined to meet their soulmate sooner or later, you would know about it more if you ever left the house, lazy. Since you don’t, you’re not really aware of how many people out there have already found their fated lover. Even your folks were destined soulmates. Everybody is.
You certainly are curious. No, don’t be scared, stop thinking I’m a witch, I’m not. Yes, I can read your thoughts and I can feel your emotions. Yeah, even though I wrote this way before you read it. I can already decipher them from days, hours, minutes and seconds before. What’s up, I hereby officially present myself to you as your Guardian Angel. Just as one gets assigned a soulmate, they can also get assigned a Guardian Angel, way before they’re even born; life is weird. Truth be told, your family already knew me. This is why your grandmother asked you to wait for the letter, otherwise she knew your stubborn self wouldn’t have budged. Someone like me can only do much, I don’t really form a part of what The Heavens decide; therefore, I wasn’t aware that you were involved in a car crash along with your parents. As your Guardian Angel, I can only save the one assigned to me, that being you. And, as far as decisions go, it had also already been determined by The Heavens they would be taking your parent’s lives early. I don’t know why, but they must have their own reasons. One thing I can assure you though, is that their last breath was peaceful. All they wanted was for you to be fine, and they knew you’d be.
No one from your family had a Guardian Angel for themselves because it’s actually a rare thing to get one assigned. You were part of the small percent who did attain one. I’m not just a creation from the depths of your dreams, but it was the only place through which I could communicate with you for the meantime. Our situation though... it’s a little complex, or different, but very special since it barely ever happens. Little to no chances, I mean. Again, I’ll leave that for you to figure out. Look out for my visit on the 28th, your birthday. Once you turn eighteen, I’m allowed to see you. Not in your dreams, or thoughts or imagination, just reality. See, right? I promised you. You won’t be spending your birthday alone anymore, and I never break my promises.
I also want you to know, your parents and grandparents; they’re fine, they’re resting well. I really am sorry that I was not able to do anything to save your parents, trust me, if I could have, I would’ve. Thank you, for always thinking so fondly of me and calling me your hero when you were young, even though you didn’t even know what I was. I’m glad you looked up to me. Don’t worry, and don’t cry, remember I can feel when you’re unhappy; I can already tell as I’m writing this letter that you are in tears. Don’t be, I know you frequently worry about your family, if they left happy or sad; or, if they left in peace or not. They’re totally happy in The Heavens, where nobody suffers. You don’t have to be concerned over them anymore, they’re in peace and their wish is for you to be too.
Yes, silly, Guardian Angels can age. Mine was just frozen at twenty until I meet you. I still have a lot of explaining to do but you have to figure out the important part first.
I hope this letter answered all your big questions, it seems like it did. I apologize again, that I couldn’t save your parents. But, do believe me, they’re all fine. Stop crying, it makes me sad too. I can’t wait to finally meet you, I’ve been already waiting more than eighteen years. Anyways, I’ll be ending this here, lovely. I know your grandma said it was only a note but this got longer than I had planned, oops. See you soon,
Na Jaemin, your Guardian Angel.
Your hands shook as the crippled letter fell from your trembling grip, tears running down your face uncontrollably. You wouldn’t say your cries were of anguish, but rather, peacefulness. Peace because now you finally knew your parents were fine, and peace within yourself after that discovery. It was a question you initially thought was impossible to get an answer for. For the longest time, you had felt guilty you were given a second chance while they were not; but, although you still firmly believed they were taken unfairly from you, at least you knew they were okay. Words were not enough to express how you currently felt. So, the world that you thought to be so ugly and malicious actually had things such as soulmates and Guardian Angels? You always doubted they existed, much less were you able to process you were gifted with the two. It never crossed your mind that the boy in your dreams, Na Jaemin, was the reason why you were even alive.
You always told yourself the world had so much to make up for after taking away your loved ones. Little did you know you had been meeting with the most important person in your life for the entirety of it. Suddenly, it was you who had to make up for so much. The question was, how would you do something greater than what Na Jaemin did for you? He was after all, your literal savior.
And you’d be meeting him soon.
November 28th finally arrived, your cold long gone as the time hit twelve o’clock at midnight. Anxiously, you looked down, and time felt like it had slowed. Although the seconds kept counting down just fine, you couldn’t help the shock that ran through your veins as you watched black, cursive words gradually show up on your wrist. ‘Hello, lovely.’ You exhaled with a shaky breath, gliding your finger over the words swiftly; they looked like they had been tattooed on your wrist for a long time now despite their recent appearance. Astonished, you cursed before glancing around your bedroom, unsure of what to do and completely ignoring the angel’s previous scolding for your bad habit of swearing. It all seemed unreal to you, but the constant burn of the pinching you inflicted upon yourself assured you it wasn’t. Your heart rate was beating at rapid speeds, and you began wondering if it would eventually thump out of your chest to escape from all the unstoppable adrenaline rushing chaotically through your entire body.
“Alright, calm down, fuck.” The angel could only watch you in amusement from afar, shaking his head at your raw language.
The midnight winds were tremendously cool as the winter temperatures continued to drop, the heater or the cosy clothing you currently wore were not enough to fully rid you of the icy atmosphere. You wished you’d meet the angel in your dreams, so you could be welcomed by a warm and sultry weather. Unfortunately, you had not gotten to see him after the day you read the long, messy letter he wrote. It was weird to not have the daily visions you had grown so accustomed to.
Somewhere during the very early hours of the morning, you managed to drift off into a deep sleep, unable to meet the angel once again. You woke up to a much more pleasant climate air, and you would’ve been happy about it if it weren’t for the many doubts you awoke with. It had been four days since you had last seen him. The usual scenery you always magically appeared in with the help of your brain didn’t develop in the deepness of your thoughts; you didn’t care about your birthday anymore, you cared for the boy from your dreams. You still had to learn to call him by his actual name, but it was harder than you expected when he had basically been nameless for most of your life. Na Jaemin, you had never heard that name around your town or anywhere else, it was just as unique as him.
“I heard you calling?”
You shrieked, tumbling off the bed and onto the hardwood floor as your chest heaved up and down in fear. Quickly, you stood up on your feet, where you locked wide eyes with the charming smile you always admired, a grin beaming with pearly whites showing through that could light up the whole world. There he stood gracefully, unlike you, wearing the same attire he had been sporting the last time you saw him; of course, minus the denim jacket you occasionally hugged to sleep. Instead of the same brown hair he always had, it was now a light shade of blonde, to the point where it nearly looked silver. Eyes still widened in alarm after his unexpected arrival, you carried on taking in his features and tall figure; lean and majestic, exactly as you had described him the first time. He was absolute breathtaking, and his beauty only seemed more glorious face to face; you were utterly speechless.
An almost quiet giggle went past his lips, a smile still adorning his features as he carefully approached you upon noticing your frozen state. There was a slight glow that outlined his physique, similar to the one you always caught sight of as a child, but not as strong. With gentle movements, his hand softly came up to cup your cheek, tenderly caressing at the skin before pulling you into a warm embrace. You gasped, his swift actions successfully bringing you out of your daze; and ultimately, with shaky hands, you wrapped your arms around his torso tightly as well. He hummed lowly in satisfaction at the feeling of your returned hug, already loving how it felt to finally be held by you.
Hugging him felt oddly nice to you, there was an emotion inside that you couldn’t quite describe, but you knew for sure it was a feeling you had never experienced before. You felt free and no longer alone, like you had known him your entire life; not just because of the dreams where the two of you conversed, it was a feeling more personal than that, like he had always been there with you. Not all your senses worked in your nightly thoughts, and only now were you able to bask in the sweet smell that engulfed him; he smelled like home. Like the tall, grassy grounds he was always sitting on under the same familiar oak tree as he waited for you. Like the roses and tulips that were fully bloomed in all their grandeur by summer time, and like the warm sunrays that never failed to make his skin naturally glow with dewiness. You had never smelled anything in your dreams, because it simply was impossible, but you didn’t have to; you knew right away he was the epitome of the place where you always met up, in all the five senses. The enthralling landscape, the soothing sounds of nature, the sweet taste of honeysuckles, the feeling of the flowing grasses, the earthy scent of threes and flowers; all put together into a human body.
Not only did he feel like home, but his embrace also provided a sensation of comfort and safety that nobody else could emulate. Your heart was beating rapidly, but this time it wasn’t out of shock, it was nervousness. You felt like you had made the biggest discovery ever, yet you were not sure what the find was. Still, everything somehow felt right amidst the thundering thump of your chest that rang loudly in your ears.
“Hello, lovely.” He whispered in your ear, feeling the smile on his face as his lips gently pressed against the side of your head.
Overcome with emotion, a tear ran down your cheek before slightly pulling away so you could properly look up at him. “Thank you, for saving me. Thank you so much... Jaemin. How will I ever repay you?”
“Silly,” he simply chuckled, “you don’t have to repay me with anything, meeting you is enough.”
You nodded as he ran his fingers through your hair, confessing, “I feel very comfortable around you, even though I just met you. Well, in person, I’m still confused.”
“It’s totally normal,” Jaemin replied as he pulled away from his tight embrace, softly patting your back, “technically, I’ve always been here, you just couldn’t see me. Reminds me; happy birthday, lovely.”
Heart fluttering at his words, you began feeling all giddy and fluffy inside despite not understanding the reason why. You could not fathom why he was having such a huge impact on you already. “I have a question.”
“Not surprised.”
“Do you, perhaps, have any wings or a halo?”
Jaemin giggles in amusement at your question, shaking his head. “I don’t, but I used to. We only have wings and halos when we’re in The Heavens, not on Earth. I’m meant to form part of Earth from now on, so I can’t really show you, except for the glow around my body. That, I choose whether I want you to see it or not.” You opened your mouth to speak, but he beat you to it. “Yeah, I’m still a Guardian Angel, your Guardian Angel specifically.”
Your cheeks flushed a faint tint of pink, muttering as you looked down at your feet, “stop reading my thoughts.”
“What? Are you scared I’m going to hear something naughty or weird one day? Don’t worry, I’ve heard plenty of those. Also heard multiple times you think I’m god-worthy handsome. Thanks, by the way. Its okay, it’s normal for me now. Just keep your thoughts in check, where did you learn all those dirty things, young lady?”
“Jaemin!” You screeched in embarrassment, your cheeks only becoming redder than they previously were, his grip tightening around you lovingly.
The boy shook with laughter, a melodious sound to your ears that you wanted to keep hearing for the rest of your life, and if it weren’t for the awful embarrassment you were experiencing, you would’ve surely relished in the contagious cackles more. Being with Jaemin was natural, it didn’t feel awkward at all, you instantly knew you could trust him with anything; besides, meeting him in your dreams for the past fifteen years was enough time to warm up to him.
“Come on,” you grabbed his hand, letting go not long after when a jolt shot through your arm. “What the hell! What was that?”
“You better stop cursing around me,” Jaemin jokingly warned, narrowing his eyes at you, “you have to find that out for yourself. I never thought you’d be this clueless, to be honest.”
“And lastly, this is the basement; tour is finally done! This used to be my grandparent’s house from mom’s side, where I spent my whole childhood in. My dad’s parents lived a little farther away and their house wasn’t roomy enough to take me, but they still visited here constantly; it felt like they all lived together, honestly.” You explained to the tall boy. You had decided to show him around, still rocking your hideous pajamas, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Jaemin hummed as he listened to you, eyes skimming over the wide, empty room; of course, he already knew every single part of your house like the back of his hand. He had been watching you your entire life, chances are he even recognized it better than you. Though, as he gazed at you with loving eyes, you seemed too excited showing him around so much that he chose to remain quiet and carry on pretending he was unfamiliar with everything surrounding him.
Your grandparent’s house was extremely welcoming; as most houses in your town, this was also built solely out of pure wood. It wasn’t exactly a cabin, but rather a small suburban home. Everything inside consisted of mostly vintage items left behind by your folks, the only modern objects around being the ones they had bought for you. As for the backyard, it wasn’t really spacious, but it was well appreciated and cared for since majority of the homes in the town didn’t have one. Your grandmother was always making sure her garden looked appealing at all times; and in memory of her, you would regularly keep it neat in spite of your hatred for gross bugs and itchy plants.
“I used to always come down here when I wanted to play with old stuff, like landline phones or typewriter machines, I thought they were quite fun.” You smiled automatically at the fond memories. “Oh! I also remember accidentally catching Grandpa and Grandma kissing, it was disgusting.”
Jaemin laughed, recalling the time you found your grandparents being way too romantic for your young mind to comprehend, and your startled eyes before running off as soon as you had identified the scene in front.
You sat down on the dusty wooden floors that were in strong needs of some good polishing and sweeping as you called Jaemin over. Complying, he took a seat next to you, creating a feeling of familiarity just like you would usually sit together in your dreams; except this time, the two of you were in a basement desperately screaming for a deep clean. You were certain his white clothes would be totally dirty by the time you left the room. “I forgot to tell you, you were right about the whole soulmate words thing.”
“Did you think it was a lie?” He cocked an eyebrow, paired with a sly smirk.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant!” You waved your hands in the air fearing he had gotten the wrong idea.
Giggling, he nodded and brought your hands down gently, “I know what you mean. Tell me about it.” He might’ve been a holy being, but he had never experienced love for endless decades. Now that he finally found you, he couldn’t stop the crazy thumping of his heart.
“Okay so, I stayed awake until midnight yesterday - well, today, actually... anyways - besides the point.” Jaemin smiled adoringly at your cute stutters and fumbled ranting. He had learnt years ago that you stumbled over your own words when you were ecstatic about something. Hearing your thoughts in the distance was nearly impossible when he was so close to you, and it was inevitable to catch what your mind was currently thinking. You were talking, but your mind kept saying he looked ethereal right now next to you, going as far as comparing him to the most prepossessing events from Earth itself and claiming he was still prettier. “So, as I was telling you, I stayed awake ‘till midnight and you were right! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I noticed small letters appear on my wrist out of the blue, it was freaky to see it firsthand. Do you want to see?”
A cocky smirk was threatening to show up on Jaemin’s lips sooner or later, whether it be for your thoughts about him or what you were about to find out; yet, he fought the feeling and simply agreed at your request. It felt like euphoria was devouring him whole, but outside, he maintained a serene stance when you raised your wrist up to his eyes. As expected by him but not by you, the words were no longer there. A piercing shriek that hurt his ears left you upon realizing your wrist was not marked with the cursive letters anymore. Jaemin could only internally crack up at the sight of you scrambling away in panic, rushing towards the small window on the wall to get a better look of your arm with the aid of the sunrays. There was, in fact, nothing there.
The angel pondered playfully, humming specially loud so you’d be able to catch the mischief in his tone, “I thought you wanted to show me something? I don’t see anything there.”
Eyes wide like they were about to jump out of their sockets, you turned to look at him with a frightened expression, whining. “What do you know that I don’t?”
With a grunt, Jaemin got up from the floor as he brushed off the dust on his clothes, rolling his eyes at your question. “Silly girl,” he approached, your feet moving backwards the closer he got, eventually stopping when your back hit the wall behind you, “you’re so bad at this game.” He smiled cheekily before flicking your forehead.
“Ow!”
“Lovely, what did I explain it meant when the words faded away? Do you remember what I first said when I arrived?”
Oh. You realized what the current situation was. Jaemin was your fated soulmate, and as always, you did not notice because you were distracted; unsurprisingly, distracted by him. “But you’re not exactly human? How is it possible?”
He shrugged, running a hand through your hair, “Heaven and God are complicated. Angels can have human soulmates if that’s how The Heavens decide it, the only benefit you get, is you get to know when you’ll meet them - unlike humans who have no idea if they’re even gonna be fated to somebody or they’ll leave the world tragically because of their wrongdoings. The downside is that angels can take thousands and thousands of years to meet their soulmate; I was lucky to only have to wait three hundred.”
“Three hundred years!? But how come you’re twenty years old, how did you become an angel? Does me feeling all happy and sappy around you have to do with all this?” You were freaking out, but you didn’t want him to misunderstand.
Jaemin nodded, pulling you down onto the floor with him again, “there are two different types of angels; angels and Guardian Angels. Angels are people that died before their innocence was tainted which is basically all newborns or young children; teenagers and adults can too, just not as often. Guardian Angels are beings created by God himself, so unlike angels, we never existed in Earth first.” His hands were fiddling nervously with the end of his t-shirt, fingers adorned with a few silver rings. “We’re only allowed to meet our soulmate until they turn eighteen, so our age freezes at twenty while we wait. Angels can’t see their soulmate like I did in your dreams, but since I’m your Guardian Angel, I’m required to watch and care for you at all times. So, it’s acceptable to reveal myself to you discretely. And yeah,” he sheepishly giggled, “that’s why you feel all happy and sappy around me. I do too.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I guess. Someone dumb like me can only handle so much information, Jaemin.”
He snickered. “Yeah, you’re right.”
You pushed him away playfully, a small smile lingering on your lips before a blush took over your features. You never had a boyfriend previously, and you had no idea what to do from now on. Jaemin looked lovely as ever, the attraction you had for him only heightening as the bond became stronger. His once fully white clothes were now slightly covered in dust, as so was his face. Despite that and his tinted cheeks that you assumed were like that because he intruded your thoughts once again, he was the same handsome boy from your dreams that never failed to make you smile. Now, he’d be by your side for more than your usual six hours of sleep, and you were thrilled, to say the least. Meeting him for real got your heart rushing and doing flips, you didn’t know what that initially meant; but now you were sure it had to be love. It felt strange to feel something as deep as love for someone you met minutes ago. Then again, Jaemin was more than a soulmate; he had basically been with you the entirety of your life, your love went higher than a mere soulmate bond. “So, what do we do now?”
Rosy cheeks, the angel was still not able to look at you after listening to your thoughts. He knew he had to stop doing that, but it wasn’t easy when they sounded so loud and tempting in his ears. “Can I kiss you? I’ve really wanted to kiss you the moment I saw you.”
A series of wild coughs took over you upon hearing Jaemin’s confession, your reaction only making him feel giddier than he already was. “I - sorry,” the attack in your throat gradually slowed down, “I’m just, Ive never had my first kiss before, I’m new to all of this.”
He scurried closer with cheeky eyes, the darkening daylight that managed to show through the tiny window in the room signaled that the sun was beginning to set, the basement now drowned in a vibrant, saturated mandarin shade. Your breath hitched instantly when he cupped your cheeks, his eyes fully sparkling with love and adoration for you, gaze traveling down your features until it landed on your lips. He wet his own unknowingly, slightly parting them as light, irregular puffs of breathes left him. Jaemin leaned in, closing the short gap that was once between the two of you until the same jolt of electricity from before warmly hit you.
His lips tasted sugary sweet, like he had been previously sucking at the nectar from the honeysuckles you loved to have in your dreams. Now, you were certain that there was indeed something sweeter than honesuckles. Not only did he taste sweet, he felt sweet too. His mouth moved against yours slowly, the rhythm at which you two kissed was a little bit sloppy, but neither of you cared about it; hands still gently holding your cheeks while your own found their preferred location, lightly grabbing at his shoulders. Jaemin pulled back, chest heaving with pants as he attempted to catch his breath, leaning in again after whispering lowly against your lips.
“Hadn’t had my first kiss either.”
“Na Jaemin, you’re supposed to be an angel from Heaven!”
The boy ignored your protests, keeping you trapped between his body and the wooden wall as he continued a fiery assault on your neck, lips trailing all the way down to your collarbones where he mercilessly sucked hard reds and purples at the delicate skin.
Months had quickly gone by after finding out the angel was your fated special someone, and time flew peacefully as your feelings for each other grew more and more at rapid lengths, if it was even possible to be any more infatuated than you already were. A lot of remarkable things had happened once Jaemin officially stepped into your life; you weren’t low-spirited anymore like you used to be, coming to terms with yourself that Jaemin was happiness itself, it was impossible to remain miserable with someone as bright as him around. Although your biggest dream had always been to visit the wonderful cities that you knew awaited outside your small town, you decided to stay here; often reminding you of the views you’d always encounter in your imagination whenever you met up with the angel, instead of your parents like you used to believe.
Christmas was the best holiday you had spent, drowning in all the love Jaemin cherished you with while his arms held you tightly to his body as you both cuddled in front of the warm fireplace, under large, fluffy blankets. Or, the softness of his lips that pressed against yours in utter passion after he had shamelessly placed random mistletoes all around the house as an excuse to kiss you all throughout winter. It was little things like that, that made you fall deeper for him. Spring was slowly coming to an end as summer prepared to engulf everybody in the heat of its shining sun and the hot temperatures that gradually became warmer every day. You couldn’t wait for the orangey sunsets that were soon to come so you could take Jaemin out to the small shops located along the river, accompanied by the relaxing sounds of the streaming fresh waters and forgotten 70’s songs that the old ladies from the stores never failed to play.
With time, you found out Jaemin was tremendously clingy and overwhelmingly sappy. For a while, he seemed absolutely pure, the tittle well deserved since he did belong to the vast heavens that he described as divinely glorious. You believed him, for his looks and personality where the exact same. Though, your perception of innocence that you had for him might’ve gone overboard, because even a harmless angel like him could sometimes overflow with a burning fire of love and want.
“Are you even allowed to do things like this?” You whined under his towering frame, refusing to let out any sounds of satisfaction. He was supposed to be a holy and saint being, yet here he was, licking and biting at your skin with no remorse. No matter how hard you tried to keep quiet, the shocks of pleasure that his naughty kisses sent throughout you entire body were inevitable and tough to neglect, when the feeling was so exquisite.
He was panting with need, wasting no time in taking off both your shirts as his hands instantly began roaming around your unconvered, warm skin, pulling you impossibly closer to him, “it’s fine.” His hands slowly moved up towards your flushed face, taking their own sweet time to run over your tummy and all the way up to your chest, which received special extra attention, until he eventually reached your cheeks and brought you into a rough kiss. Jaemin’s lips devoured you like there was no tomorrow, like he was a starved man, occasionally biting gingerly at your lower lip before lightly swiping his tongue across, engaging the wet muscles in a battle he would surely win. “Please, touch me.”
You pulled away shortly with ragged breaths, lips a cherry red and fully swollen from all the endless sucking he had inflicted on them. “Na Jaemin, are you sure this is right? I’ve never done anything dirty yet I swear I feel like I’m corrupting you so bad-”
“Stop swearing, it’s wrong.”
Jaw dropped in disbelief, you glanced up at the shirtless boy who still had you pressed against the wall with no way out, “I - you’re saying that while trying to get into my pants! I’m pretty sure swearing is the least of concerns here.”
“I’m not the one who’s thinking about sex all the time, you expect me to go through my day calmly when you’re thinking such naughty stuff?” Jaemin whined with a pout, running his fingers through his blonde locks in frustration before unexpectedly picking your flustered self up. He hurriedly carried you towards the bedroom, ignoring your loud screams demanding to put you down as he gently threw your body onto the soft mattress. “I’m literally a teenage boy, I have needs and your thoughts don’t help,” he kept complaining, “this is totally normal, it’s fine as long as it is with your soulmate, I promise. Now, please, woman.” The angel proceeded to leave a trail of feathery, wet kisses down your neck again, eyes landing on your bra straps before they locked with your gaze and wordlessly asked for permission.
Nodding slowly, you pulled Jaemin down and locked lips once again; though, this time it felt like all your unsaid emotions were pouring out into the desperate kiss, love being the biggest one swimming in the pools of several, different sentiments. He returned the kiss delicately as your hands slightly tugged at the little hairs that rested on the back of his neck, eliciting tiny moans and groans that rumbled in his hard chest. Breaths of pleasure that you swallowed escaped his mouth, the kiss progressively becoming messier and harsher as you allowed yourselves to get lost in the euphoric feeling of your bodies pressed close together, the warmth the radiated from your bare skin igniting a huge fire of arousal within the two of you.
“I love you. So much.” Jaemin pecked your lips one last time with a sincere smile, hands gliding over your shoulder blades as they unclasped your bra, gently sliding off the straps with eyes that twinkled with nothing but absolute love, lust and devotion. “I’m gonna take you higher than Heaven.”
“Jaemin! Don’t be rude!” Right then and there, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be; in the arms of your lover as he showed you a deeper intimacy than you had ever shared before. Despite all you had gone through, life gifted you with the greatest present, Na Jaemin. You didn’t have to dream anymore to feel at home, he brought it with himself.
A celestial angel, indeed. Life was no longer unbearable for you, it was the best thing ever; and you were ready to live it at its fullest.
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Moments in the life of Y/N L/N
Okay this is LONG. I kid you not it took me like a week to write and I’m so proud of it. It’s a Shirakumo x Reader fic but Shirakumo makes a cameo like three times??? Yall seemed to like the hc with his daughter so here is a some insight in her life and the reader’s. Love yaa. 💖💖💖
rules
warning: blood, description of injuries, angst, mentions of death and unplanned pregnancy, some fluff here and there.
Age 17
They were dancing in his living room. They were having a sleepover just like they did when they were kids and their parents would let them live in each other’s houses for days. Music was being blasted from the speakers of her phone as he was twirling her around his room. Giggles filled the space between them as the exchanged warm smiles and lovestruck looks. The song came to an end but they didn’t part from each other. Laying her head on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat strong and steady against her ear.
“I could dance with you all day.” she whispered so lowly he barely caught her words.
“Save your energy for our wedding day baby girl.” he smiled down at her, leaving a peck on the crown of her head. “I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Shirakumo.”
“Yeah I bet by how much you talk about it you dumb cloud. Let’s finish high school first though.” she rested her chin on his chest, their gazes meeting as she matched his soft smile with one of her own. “I don’t want to be that weird married couple that is still in high school.”
“Well we are 17 baby.” he pushed her lightly off his chest, bringing his hand to rest on her cheek. “We can start a family by the time we are 20. I will have opened the agency with Shouta and Hizashi by then.”
She laughed softly at his words, the future they had in front of them seemed so bright so perfect. Too perfect to be true. As they swayed lightly from side to side neither of them knew what awaited them. How the future they had dreamt together would soon be shattered to millions of pieces.
Age 20
She was sleeping soundly in her crib. It had been such a challenge to get her to bed that night. The strong winds hitting the house and the howls as they passed by scared the poor three year old to the point that even her mother's embrace couldn’t calm her down. Sky always loved looking at the sky, not only because she would joke that she was looking at herself but also because she got so mesmerized by the clouds. They never scared her, not even when they became dark and angry lightning spewing from deep within them. Storms never scared her. But wind terrified her. The howling and the sheer strength they hold sends shivers down the poor girl’s spine.
“You really are a handful you know…” Y/N was still in her baby’s room, staring at the ball of light blue hair as she slept soundly. She loved her daughter with her whole being. Sky was her world. She had managed to feel the void that he left behind. She was the reason why Y/N was able to pull herself out of her grief. She was the reason why Y/N found purpose in her life again. His death was the point of no return for her. Accompanied by the sudden revelation of her pregnancy, the emotions had become too much. Too intense for her to handle. She had considered dropping it. Ending the life they had created short. She was scared and alone, grieving for the lost of her love and everything seemed like a black hole, sucking her in. But she kept the baby and she couldn’t imagine her life without her little girl. It had been almost three years since he left this world and despite it all, it hurt just the same.
Age 23
“Mama, who is that next to you?” Y/N had been typing mindlessly on her laptop for the past hour now. A magazine had asked her to write some exclusive descriptions for some of her photos that they were using. She had come to realize that being a professional photographer was a really hard job. But she was managing. ‘This is a talent Y/N! Look how cool I seem in this one. We are definitely hiring you as our personal photographer when we open the agency!’ Small hands placed a photo on her lap. Sky had been flipping through old photo albums while her mother worked. She seemed to be really interested in her mother’s old albums.
Now Y/N had come face to face with a memory she had buried deep in her mind. One she wished to never let go of but simultaneously never wanted to relive. Oboro had taken her to a water park for their anniversary. It had been a school day and they had agreed to just skip class and enjoy their day together. She had bought him a Polaroid camera so he could take photos with his friends. She hadn’t met them, their schedules never matching. He had insisted that the very first memory he would make was with her and once the photo had been printed he had given it to her.
“That’s…” Sky saw the color from her mother’s face drain and she promised to herself that very day that she would never bring this up again. If it hurt her mom it wasn’t worth it. “That’s your daddy.”
Age 26
Her little girl was about to turn 10. In a few days they would be celebrating her birthday and Y/N couldn’t help but feel sad. She could remember the first time she held her as if it was yesterday. She was in a very bad place back then. Sky was the only ray of light in her life. Moving to another country after the death of the father of her child was a handful for the young mother. But now, after almost a decade in America, she could say with confidence that their lives were pretty good.
Sky had gotten into martial arts really early on and now could beat anyone up if she wanted, that’s what her two friends said at least. If you asked her however, she would raise her right arm which was broken. I get my butt kicked, no thank you. In truth her arm hadn’t been broken while she was practicing. She broke it on her way to practice but she still blamed the sport for her misfortune. A cat was stuck on a tree and she tried to free it, by climbing on the tree herself. Everything was fine until the branch she was sitting on broke and she came crashing down. Sure she could have used her quirk, make a small cloud and save herself but she prioritized the salvation of the cat. Her mother wasn’t happy when she found out. Now Sky had to learn to do everything with her left hand for the next two-three months.
“Hey baby, I’ve got something for you.” Y/N picked her head inside the room, her hands behind her back holding onto a small box.
“Mom my birthday is in two days, can’t you wait?” Sky laughed at her mother’s antics. Sitting down next to her, Y/N brought the box to her daughter’s lap waiting for her to open it. Opening it she was met with a pendant. It had a short chain and a small turquoise stone in the middle. Fiddling with it, Sky felt three engravings on the back.
“It has our initials on it.” Letting out a sigh she pet her daughter’s hair. “It was originally mine with only two engravings but now I’ve added yours as well.” Sky knew who must have given it originally to her mom. She was a smart girl after all, it didn’t take much for her to realize who she was referring to. Launching herself at her mom, she wrapped her arms around her neck burying her face in her hair. Silent tears fell from her eyes. It had been some time since not having him around got to her. She had grown to realize that he was gone and she could do nothing to bring him back. When she was younger, not having a father would usually bug her when she saw others with their dads but her mother helped her bury the feeling.
“A little gift from your daddy.”
Age 29
Middle school wasn’t that bad. Now in her first year, Sky was doing pretty well. She would rant to her mother about some of her classmates using their quirks and being obnoxious to those who had lesser ones or none at all. Y/N had agreed to her abandoning martial arts and now she is learning volleyball. They were happy. Deciding for a career had never been a topic they had dwelled upon. Y/N wasn’t worried, her little girl was still young and she had a few years before she would have to start considering her options.
“Someone from a hero school in Japan came to our class today.” They were eating dinner and talking about their day. Y/N’s first thought was UA. It was the most prestigious school specializing on the hero department back when she was still in Japan. Maybe it was still and they came here to debrief the kids on what the school could provide. Or maybe it was another school. “This lady came to talk to us about hero work and what not. She was dressed weird, said she was a hero who graduated from that school herself.” Y/N had always feared that her daughter would fall into the path of heroism. She wouldn’t- couldn’t hold her back. Her job as a mother was to support and protect. But how could she protect when her baby runs into danger without a second thought? How could she support when she has experienced first hand what the hero world can take from you? How could she be there for her baby if she was afraid that history would repeat itself, snatching the last light in her life away from her?
“I think I want to be a hero.”
Age 32
The call had been short. She hadn’t let them explain everything, just where her little girl was hospitalized. Her baby. Her life. She knew it would lead to this. To her baby being on the brink of death. She didn’t get the details. A large attack had taken place at a hospital and many heroes had been called in, students amongst them as well. Many of those said heroes had been gravely injured or had passed. The villain was said to be ruthless, unforgiving to both the heroes and the surrounding area. It was a tragedy. You have lived through one too many tragedies, she thought to herself as she rushed through the airport. She had gotten on the first flight to Japan and after an agonizingly long journey she was finally here. Hang in there baby please hang in there.
The taxi arrived at the hospital in an hour. It was packed, swarming with the relatives and friends of the heroes injured in the attack. Soon she spotted a group of kids with the familiar UA uniform. How long had it been since she last saw that uniform in real life? How long since she had been in a similar situation? Would it really end like his story did? Would she really lose the last remnant of him in this world? No! Sky’s story is different from Oboro’s. Sky is different from Oboro. Her baby would survive.
Pushing through the small crowd she spotted a doctor.
“Excuse me I’m looking for L/N Sky, she’s a student at UA.” The man looked at her and looked down at a clipboard, scanning through the names of the many patients.
“Room 573.” And with that he left her in the hallway with no update on Sky’s state, nothing. Looking at the numbers on the side of every room, she searched for it. This was too familiar. Too similar to that day. She didn’t like it.
568. He’s in critical state.
569. It seems he received severe head trauma from falling debris.
570. We don’t think he is going to wake up.
571. He has a few hours.
572. I’m sorry for your loss.
“Are you here for Cosmic Cloud?” A blond man asked behind her. Her breathing was becoming erratic at this point. “L/N Sky, are you here for her?” His voice was rough, barely over a whisper. “Hizashi Yamada, I’m one of her teachers.” She remembered that name, one of Shirakumo’s friends. She nodded not able to find her own voice to respond. Her panic rose at his clouded expression, his eyes losing the little spark they previously had. “I’ll find you her doctor, you can go in.” And with that he left too.
Pushing the door open she was met with the sight of her daughter, her body was full of bandages, tubes coming from her arms as multiple medicines dripped into her veins. Her heart monitor was steady, a strong beep every second. She had a bandage covering her right eye which was stained a faint red. The air caught in her throat at the sight. It was the same image she was met with 15 years ago. A soft knock came from the door behind her that wasn’t completely closed as she was still frozen on the spot.
“Mrs. L/N?” it’s the doctor and behind her stands Sky’s teacher. “Your daughter is sadly in really bad shape. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Her right ankle was broken from some rubble while the visor broke while she was still wearing it, thankfully she didn’t lose her eye but it will certainly leave a scar. Her left hand was slashed from elbow to wrist by a sharp object. The worst damage is on her back.” Hizashi was supporting her now, hands on her shoulders holding her up as tears cascaded down her cheeks. How can there be worse damage after all of this? “During the attack she must have been hit by some sort of blade or sharp edge, it pierced her back in three places. We managed to stitch her up but as you can imagine the damage cannot be undone.She... She’s in a coma from the shock, I’m sorry. I’ll..I’ll be around the corner if you need me.”
A coma. Her little girl was in a coma. This was it. This was were she would lose her too.
“She was conscious when the medics found her.” Hizashi said. “She was stopping the bleeding of one of her classmates completely ignoring her own.” He paused looking at the hospital bed, his eyes catching a glimpse of the sky blue hair. “They are very alike y’know. A carbon copy both physically and in personality. While she was in my class it was like having Oboro next to me again.” She snapped her head up meeting his eyes that were brimmed with tears. He had figured it out ages ago it seems. Whispering a small apology she turned back to the bed, fresh tears wetting her blouse.
“I know you are going enough already but….” He sighed pinching his nose a frown making its way on his face. “But you need to know, YOU deserve to know.”
“Oboro is alive.”
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FanFic RecList March 2021
Remember how I wanted to forget February even existed?
Yeah, March was worse! Kinda jinxed myself there...
SO, long story short: the ‘rona hit me hard. I dodged it an entire year, but at the start of the month I got sick and for about 20 days I was incapable of doing pretty much anything but stay in bed. You would think that was the perfect time for me to read and read and read… You would be wrong! Most days I couldn’t even manage to look at a screen for more than 5 minutes.
SO, this month’s list is gonna be pretty short. Never read so little in a month in the last 2 years.
ANYWAY, I’ll leave you to the good stuff I found.
Star Wars Sequel
-Stay in my shadow by MurderOfCrowss
Rey/Ben Solo - 21.666 words - Rating E - Zombie Apocalypse!AU, Bittersweet ending, Angst (TW: mention to attempted rape, unplanned pregnancy, death)
You guys! I was up till 3 am cause I couldn’t stop myself! I had to reach the ending and… THAT PLOT TWIST! I don’t know if it's just because I was very tired or because it’s a very well written plot twist, BUT IT HIT ME SO HARD I WAS SOBBING! Ben is such a good father... I’m still crying. I’M NOT SORRY!
Star Wars Prequel
-Nor the Suns Themselves Brighter by glimmerglanger
Obi-Wan/Anakin - 26.546 words - Rating M - Alternate Universe, Mechanic Anakin, H/C, Family fluff/angst, Open ending (kinda)
When I was reading this I kind of had the feeling that Anakin was written like Rey should have been written in the Sequel trilogy, and I think this is why I liked this story so much. Add to that Obi-Wan being Luke’s dad and Anakin basically adopting both of them… I’m a sucker for a found family happy ending, apparently.
-Digging Up Hatchets, Sharpening the Blades by zara2148
Obi-Wan/Maul - 3.039 words - Rating T - Inquisitor Obi-Wan, UST, angst (TW: mentions of suicidal thought, torture, dub/con)
A short one, but it’s SO FUCKING GOOD! This is such good angst, and somehow it filled my craving for Sith!Obi-Wan but at the same time it didn’t? It’s hard to explain without spoiling it, but trust me! Worth reading it! For sure my fave fic of this month!
-Sith Obi-Wan AU (series) by Vault_Emblem
Obi-Wan/Maul, Obi-Wan/Cody, Cody/Obi-Wan/Maul, mentions of Padmé/Anakin - 11.646 words (not complete) - Rating G/T - AU, Sith Obi-Wan, Inquisitor Maul, Dark Padmé (TW: some mentions of violence)
That’s a very long list of tags, but I wanted to put the relevant ones and… there’s a lot! BUT, this series is not only very well written, but made me ship Obi-Wan with even more people. I like the focus of the story changing between characters and the way the dialogues flow even when they basically explain what has changed from the original story.
-The Ineffable Force by Lintilla
Obi-Wan/Maul, Padmé/Anakin (mentioned), Obi-Wan/others - 117.399 words - Rating E - Maul redemption, Nightsisters’ magick, Force dyad
Okay, I was very much into the ObiMaul mood for some reason and while the characters are sometimes OOC, I enjoyed reading it nonetheless. The last 2-3 chapters feel a bit rushed, but honestly the good parts are in the middle with the build up of both Maul and Obi-Wan’s relationship and everything else happening in their lives. Overall, it’s a fic worth reading.
The Witcher
-Choral tradition by LenaLawlipop
Geralt/Jaskier - 12.300 words - Rating T - Getting together, Fluff, Singing
Sooo, singing again, huh? Do I have a thing for Geralt singing? Maybe? Whatever! The important thing is that this one shot is very good! I love how Jaskier is written, I love that we get to see Geralt interact with the other Witchers, and of course, the singing! I truly love this one.
9-1-1
-Take Another Little Pizza My Heart by Phreakycat
Eddie/Buck - 6.491 words - Rating T - Valentine Day’s Fluff, Getting together
One oblivious dork doesn’t realize he’s asking the other one out on a date. That’s it, that’s the story. What can I say, you guys; the show made me crave fluff with how things have been in the last couple of episodes
#fanfiction recommendation#fanfic rec list#rec list#star wars#star wars sequel#star wars prequel#the witcher#9-1-1#obikin#obimaul#reylo#geraskier#buddie#long post#you guys i swear 90% of this i read in the first 3 days of the month or in the last week#be safe cause even when you are you can still get sick
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I’ve been bitten by the new series bug. I’m struggling to write anything that isn’t The Birds & The Bees, lmao! I promise that I am still working on them, but I’m also halfway done with Part 3 already and I still have to post Part 2... I’m a mess.
Anyway, onto some Anon Answers ❤️
1. I’m sorry that you’re having a hard week! I’m so glad that I can hopefully make it a little bit better. I hope that it passes quickly and easier than you anticipated. You deserve to have a safe place to rest, wherever that may be. I wish you the best of luck!
2. Hello friend! I am not a DNI blog for anything other than smut, so you’re all good (I prefer public interaction like asks). As for your question, it’s a bit tricky.
I’d probably need more context to tell you. If this is a BAU fic, though, the timeline will be wonky because it’ll depend on how often they see each other (and the need for spontaneous, unplanned trips to their place). My honest advice is actually that nothing you write will probably be so off base that it’s unbelievable.
With my current partner, we signed a lease together three months after we met. My partners before that were unfortunately abusive so the timeline is broken. But I would think that most people probably have a drawer by six months at least. I love you is generally not until around 3-9 months but can also vary even beyond that range.
With Spencer’s character, I could see both a very extended timeline and a very rushed one. Whatever you choose, you can always just show the character’s feelings about it being fast/slow. Everyone has a different comfort level, and we never saw Spencer have one in canon. People like Emily, though, I think would be a lot more guarded and take things much slower.
If you give me more specifics, I could definitely help you.
3. I love Ralvez/Reader but the idea pool for it is low because I am lazy. It’s also hard to motivate myself to write it since they are my poorest performers. But they are so cute and @httpnxtt deserves the world (go read her writing).
4. Ah, the days of the teacher crush. I actually don’t think I liked any of my high school teachers or my college professors. But I definitely had a thing for two of my TAs in undergrad. TAs are just so nerdy. I would just look at them and they would get nervous. Adorable. One of them admitted to me that he changed his entire route because he thought I would think he was creepy because we walked to class together... From the same class. Like this dude really walked an extra 15 minutes because he thought I would be scared of him. Wtf lmfao.
(he started walking with me again after we had a good laugh about it)
Anyway, enjoy your eye candy 🥰
5. Hahah, you’re all good! This isn’t something you really should know unless you’ve been around for a while. But essentially, the Discord server that I run regularly has “Fic Swaps,” which is basically Secret Santa but with fics. A bunch of writers sign up to be randomly assigned another writer, and everyone writes a fic for their person based on a number of prompts we come up with.
We’re currently in the middle of the posting schedule for the most recent swap, but I’ve organized two others, and you can see the fics that resulted here and here (they’re both linked on my Masterlist!) We post them in intervals so we don’t flood the tags and everyone has a chance to be noticed.
If you’re ever interested in participating, you can message me. The discord is open to everyone, but the fic swaps usually require that you show some sign of reliability. This was the first one that resulted in everyone getting a fic, and it’s way less fun when someone ghosts you. But I will be organizing another one eventually!
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hallucinations
prompt: hallucinations
whumpee: kurt wallander
fandom: young wallander
here is another unplanned yw fic!!! i wasn’t feeling the one i had planned out but i was feeling hurting kurt so. here ya go. for something fun it’s from reza’s pov :) i hope u enjoy!
Reza follows Kurt into the building, a recently-shut-down restaurant that has unfortunately shut down because of a murder that had occurred on the premises. Which is what the two of them are investigating.
Kurt pushes through the swinging door separating the dining room from the kitchen, and Reza steps in a few seconds behind him, having stopped to take a look behind the hostess stand.
Kurt is standing stock-still in the middle of the kitchen, and he is taking a deep breath in. Reza copies him without thinking, and catches a whiff of something that smells...wrong.
“Do you smell that?” Kurt asks, turning to look at him.
“Yeah.”
They share a look of understanding, and immediately rush out of the kitchen, through the dining room, out the front door, and down the street, the whole time shouting at pedestrians to evacuate the area because of a potential gas leak.
Reza reaches for his radio, letting everyone back at the station know about the possible danger. They say they’ll send people to check it out immediately. Reza breathes a sigh of relief even as he continues hurrying, now circling the block and shooing out a few stragglers. He turns to Kurt to make sure he knows that help is coming.
Kurt’s just standing there, completely still, like he’d been in the kitchen. He’s too close to the building, far too close, and he shouldn’t be there, they don’t know what the hell that gas is or what it could do. Reza runs back to Kurt when the man doesn’t respond to his shouts, and grabs him around the arm, fairly dragging him along.
Kurt stumbles, and then stops moving completely. Reza’s still trying to pull him along, but he’s digging his heels into the ground and trying to wrench his arm out of Reza’s grasp.
“Kurt, what the hell, man?” He looks at Kurt, trying to figure out what’s wrong with him.
Kurt isn’t looking back at him. It’s like he’s looking right through him, actually. His eyes are wide and unblinking, and his face has gone pale, and he’s shaking, fine tremors up and down his whole body. He looks terrified. Reza looks around and can find no reason for his best friend’s fear. Unless...he doesn’t really want to think it. Doesn’t want to think about what that smell could have been, what it could have done.
But Kurt is still shaking and staring unseeing at Reza, and Reza has no idea what to do, so he thinks it. Hallucinations. Showing him things that are clearly scaring him. Caused by whatever the fuck was in that building.
He places a hand on Kurt’s shoulder, intending for it to be a grounding touch. But Kurt jerks away, suddenly, and trips over his own feet, falling backwards onto the ground. He pushes himself away from something, frantically, scraping his palms against the sidewalk, and Reza winces when he sees them start to bleed. He doesn’t dare touch Kurt again, and his comrades are still a couple minutes out, and he has absolutely no idea what he can do other than stay here and watch Kurt panic.
Kurt has stopped backing away from whatever it is he’s seeing, and he’s muttering “no, no, no,” over and over to himself. He sounds so damn scared and Reza wants nothing more than to tell him it’s going to be okay, but he’s pretty sure Kurt’s in no position to hear him at the moment.
“You can’t be here,” he whispers. “You can’t.” He jolts backwards again, curling slightly into himself like something’s just tried to grab him.
“Kurt,” Reza says, unable to watch this anymore. “Kurt.”
Kurt gives no indication that he’s heard, but Reza keeps talking to him anyway. Try to distract him from whatever he’s seeing, try to let him know he’s safe.
“Kurt, there’s nobody there. It’s just me and you, right? Just us. There was something in that building...I dunno, a gas leak or something, and whatever it was got you good. You’re hallucinating. I assume. Seeing some guy who can’t be here. The only other guy here is me, though, but I think you weren’t talking to me.” He imagines who Kurt could have been talking to - dead people and murderers.
Kurt looks up at him, eyes still blown wide, body still trembling, but it’s an indication that he’s hearing Reza, at least, so he keeps talking.
“Anyway, people should be here soon to figure out what the gas is and fix it, and they’ll probably send an ambulance, too. I told them everyone got away, but they’ll want to be careful about it anyway. You can’t be too careful with gas leaks. And they’ll be able to help you. Give you some drugs or something to make whatever you’re seeing go away.”
Kurt hasn’t stopped staring at him, and it’s a little unnerving. His eyes are still far away, but they’re squinting, like he’s trying very hard to focus on Reza but can’t quite do it.
“I don’t suppose you want to go to the hospital, though. I wouldn’t. I’ll try and stop them from taking you, but that probably depends on what that gas was.”
He himself doesn’t particularly want to think about what that gas could have been. Nothing good, anyway, but hopefully nothing too terribly bad.
Kurt makes a soft noise from in front of him, and his eyes have gone wide again. He points frantically behind Reza.
“Rez! Bomb,” he says, and that is just fucking scary. Reza turns around, relieved to see absolutely nothing behind him. He turns back to Kurt, who looks positively panicked. At least he recognized me, Reza figures. That’s a step up.
Kurt tries again to frantically signal to Reza about the nonexistent bomb. Reza, for his part, tries valiantly to indicate to Kurt that he’s fine and in no danger of getting blown up, though he understands the fear. Kurt has seen someone explode before. Two someones, in fact. Reza hopes there won’t ever be a third.
“Kurt, I promise you, there’s not a bomb. I’m fine.”
Kurt shakes his head, taking a shuddering breath. He looks so damn afraid and he’s so sure that Reza’s in danger, but there’s absolutely nothing for him to be afraid of, and Reza has no way to communicate this.
He really wishes the ambulance would hurry up. They’ll have drugs to give Kurt, and he can pass out and wake up later, hopefully forgetting this had even happened. He just wants to help. But how?
He’s about to try and pull Kurt to his feet and get them somewhere else, somewhere that would be safe from a theoretical bomb, when Kurt stands up on his own, horribly unsteady on his feet. Reza grabs him unthinkingly to stop him from falling over, and Kurt doesn’t flinch back. Instead, he starts walking, rather slowly and uncertainly, grabbing Reza around the arm and pulling him along. They seem to be thinking along the same lines now.
They stop in an alley, where Kurt sinks down against a wall, still shaking and breathing too hard, but looking a little less afraid.
“We’re safe now,” Reza tries to reassure him. Kurt nods, pressing his face to his knees.
Reza sits down next to him, stretching his legs out along the ground. He very gently knocks his shoulder into Kurt’s, letting him know he’s there. Kurt leans into him slightly, and Reza can now physically feel him shaking. He’ll be exhausted after this, he thinks, but at least that means he’ll sleep it off.
He hears sirens. Finally, he thinks, radioing out to let them know where he and Kurt are. “Take care of any civilians first,” he says. “We’ll be alright for a minute.”
He carefully wraps an arm around Kurt, leaving enough space between them so Kurt won’t feel trapped. He waits for a reaction, which he gets.
Kurt turns his upper body towards Reza, looking at him with eyes that are a good deal clearer than before. There’s still some fear in them, but there’s recognition, too, and something like relief. He shuffles himself closer and buries his face in Reza’s shoulder.
Reza lets him, bringing up a hand to give Kurt a gentle thump on the back. He feels the shaking decrease slightly, and pulls his best friend a little closer as they wait for the paramedics to get to them.
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