#forbidden lov

[opens-up-4-nobody]

@abbyshousefire Hatake Kakashi, the ninja imune to waterboarding

#all my pretty blues are dead rip so i had to use the ugly ones #me @ me if u slowed down and took ur time u wouldnt b so annoyed when things look bad. u cant just do jazz coloring with traditional art #and yet here we are. this looks insane. theres too much blue #its so annoying. when i see art that looks crazy overloaded i lov it but when i do it it makes me feel nuts #unfair >:-( #lov the request tho. i had to use it as an excuse to abuse kakashi and let naruto ride a water dragon #and draw my forbidden fav tobirama #senju tobirama #umino iruka #hatake kakashi #uzumaki naruto #sigh... do i post this in the middle of the night? yeah fuck it why not #i banish thee from by brain demon! #naruto

[coldfurs]

mutuals of mutuals either hate each other or theyre secretly in love. there are no exceptions.

#if some1 has me blocked iassume theyre in love w me #our lov is forbidden #it is forbidden!

[theinvisiblequestion]

shh y'all didn't see anything

happy pride month ;)

#horizon forbidden west #morlund #my work #hfw art #im lov him #pride month

[stayinlimbo]

Limbo's Fic Recs

this list is a collection of my all time faves. please message me if you want your fic taken down or if a link does not work.

disclaimers: (1) some works are nsfw so minors dni. (2) i will be providing limbo thoughts after the recommendations but they are by no means meant to characterize anyone else's experience. (3) i am not modifying the warnings/descriptions the authors put themselves.

last updated ⇢ 19.4.24 | * ⇢ limbo thoughts | newest fics in blue

bang chan

Pieces of you | fluff, angst, singledad!chris, mutual pining, neigbors!au. (wc: 8.7k) @astraystayyh

* ⇢ omfg sahar is one of the best writers i've ever come across in my entire life. i beg of anyone who comes across this rec list to please check out her masterlist.*

No Contact | angst with a happy ending, amnesia, memory loss, grief, pining, yearning, hurt/comfort. (wc: 7.6k) @dreaming-medium

* ⇢ i'm crying. you made me cry. this fic was so heart-wrenchingly beautiful . all the emotions and what-ifs and longing and love and just everything blended so seamlessly together.*

the innocence is gone | smut, virgin!chan, experienced!reader. (wc: 15k) @/straykeedz

* ⇢ jail. right now. this fic had no right to be so good. we love to see healthy communication and preparation and just overall an amazing relationship*

series

queenmaker | ninth member au, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love. (ongoing) @kangaracha

* ⇢ i had never read a 9th member au before but wowowowowow i love this one so so much*

lee minho

youngblood | college!au, best friends to lovers!au, angst, fluff. (wc: 17.4k) @changbeanie

* ⇢ this may have been the first lee know fic i read (or at least one of the longer ones). this fic is just amazing. slow burns are my weakness.*

your heart & your headache, too. | stray god au, fluff, humor, angst, action. (wc: 9.6k) @missinghan

* ⇢ another one of my introductions to stayblr and wow. this fic is still one of the best i have ever read. the characters are so funny, relatable (at least mc is for me), and there is a deeper message that just amazes me every time i read it. check out their masterlist.*

Invisible thread - 1, 2 | fluff, angst, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn. (wc: 37k total) @/astraystayyh

* ⇢ sahar, when i catch you sahar. banger right here. i love this so so so much. i'm limiting myself to one fic of hers per member or else i'd be putting everything she's ever written here. oops, what's this? you should check it out: masterlist*

cold as ice | figureskater!minho, fluff, first love, suggestive smut. (wc: 11.7k) @linospuddin

* ⇢ this fic is my roman empire. if you're ever going to choose something from this list, this better be one of the top contenders. oh no, i dropped this masterlist*

piece by piece | college au, mutual pining, fluff, angst. (wc: 6.2k) @godslino

* ⇢ take my nonexistent money please. this work is so cute and funny and sweet and i just love it so much. yet another case of i can't include everything or else all of ina's works would be here. this masterlist over here is looking pretty temping rn*

2:45am | established relationship, fluff, dad!minho. (wc: 2.5k) @/godslino

* ⇢ ignore what i said above, i have to include this one omggggggggggggg i'm dying*

the enemies to lovers project | enemies to lovers, college au, slight angst, fluff. (wc: 18k+) @softukiyos

* ⇢ one of the first fics i ever read for skz. i feel it deserves to be shared, the development is so good*

I'm my mother's daughter | fluff, angst, smut. (wc: 29k) @jisungparker

* ⇢ highly suggest reading the warnings before continuing with this goddamn masterpiece. omg this fic is so good and amazing and just so original*

7 days | fluff, best friends to lovers au, college au. (wc: 3.7k) @yyxgin

* ⇢ so much fluff. it's so cute, i love friends to lovers so much*

a marriage story - pt.1, pt.2 | fake marriage au, angst, fluff, suggestive. (wc: ~10.6k total) @scxrlettwxtches

* ⇢ another case of friend to lovers i've caught. i love how there is a sequel that expands upon their relationship*

thirteen percent | established relationship, fluff. (wc: 1.2k) @withleeknow

* ⇢ this drabble is so cute and funny. i'm breaking the self-imposed rules, i have to add multiple of her works onto this list. check out the masterlist pleaseeeeeeee*

my moon and stars | established relationship, (tooth-rotting) fluff. (wc: 1.1k) @/withleeknow

* ⇢ i need tissues stat!!! this was so cute and they're in love and now i'm so happy. i didn't mention this in the previous entry, but jen is literally one of the main reasons i started writing so please check the rest of her works out*

not so bad | friend-to-lovers, roommates, college au. (wc: 13.7k) @luvknow

* ⇢ i did not realize the amount of college friends-to-lovers i've read, but i love this one. it is very much worth the read and every time i reread, i feel a little happier*

bunny - one, two | strangers to lovers, neighbors!au, smut, fluff, angst. (wc: 12.7k total) @tasteleeknow

* ⇢ *ahem* ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh read it read it read it. another case of i just have to include one fic or else i'd be putting their entire masterlist. oh, oops looks like i just did*

living in the ruins | best friends to lovers, soft!minho, angst, fluff, jealousy, emotional hurt/comfort, smut with feelings, in a tent. (wc: 2k) @/tasteleeknow

* ⇢ i like how i just decided to abandon my nonsensical rule. anyway...sobbing, tears are streaming down my face, banging my fists on the table. they're in love :(((((((*

everything for your golden touch | established relationship, smut. (wc: 2.1k) @tasteracha

* ⇢ look, this fic really speaks for itself. you should just go read it. maybe you'll discover something new about yourself (or maybe confirm something you already knew). let me just leave this masterlist here*

ikigai | angst, smut, fluff, husband!minho. (wc: 12.1k) @straykeedz

* ⇢ this fic tackles a difficult subject very well. i do recommend reading the warnings just in case this is triggering. with that being said, omgomgomgomgomg i loved this work so much. i don't want to give anything away so that is all i will say :)))*

rodeo | cyberpunk, smut, angst, peers to something. (wc: 18,249) @sailorrlino

* ⇢ i love a great action and world-building story. this fic was so amazing and the gradual build of minho's acceptance of how he feels was beautifully done*

What's Mine is Yours | idol au, soulmates, angst, fluff, slow burn, strangers to lovers. (wc: 14.3k+) @mintquokka

* ⇢ oh i loved this fic so much you don't even know. I had never read one like this before so it was so interesting, cute, angsty, original, and just a perfect blend of everything. the ending was so cute it made me want to throw myself onto the floor*

What the cat dragged in | smut, angst, strangers-to-lovers (kinda), 5+1. (wc: 13.5k) @moni-logues

* ⇢ PLEASE i read the fic and it's amazing with great build-up but i also read where the author got inspiration from and "bad sex" was not something i was expecting lmao. that being said, i'm fighting the demons rn and banging my fists on the table because of how much i loved the sexual-tension, frustration, and genuine care between the two*

series

one last dance | smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death, friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates. (wc: 37k+) (sc: 271) @feelbokkie

* ⇢ sobbing, i loved this couple and their friends so much. queen of angst for a reason (don't mess with seungmin's wife)*

hello stranger | smut, angst, fluff, soulmate!au, enemies to lovers, jealousy, pining, unrequited love. (wc: 45k ongoing) @/tasteleeknow

* ⇢ i love this series holy.... the character developments are amazing and i'm so excited for the next chapter*

counterpunch | friends to lovers, boxer!minho, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, eventual smut. (wc: 6.1k ongoing) @/godslino

* ⇢ i'm screechinggggg. this series only has one chapter so far but there is so so so much potential here. minho is characterized in the most human way possible and i love it*

Force Quit // Episode III: Spider | dystopian, cyberpunk, mutually-pining fuck buddies, smut, angst. (wc: 23.5k) @eoieopda

* ⇢ "limbo, why is this in the series category?" that is because it is part of an amazing series that has outstanding and immersive world building. i just wanted to highlight this specific episode because omfg this is one of the best pieces of writing i have ever had the pleasure of reading. you should definitely read the two episodes before this one to get the bigger picture*

wishful thinking | friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au, fluff, angst, smut. (wc: 21.6k ongoing) @/withleeknow

* ⇢ i'm crying, i love this series so much but i am also so, so scared for the angst to come. that being said, you should 100% read this series*

who you are, who i am - pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 | fluff, angst, (semi) slow burn, arranged marriage au, strangers to lovers, 4th wall break. (wc: 52k+ total) @hanibalistic

* ⇢ i found it!!!!! omg finally, after searching far and wide, i have found what i had lost!!!! this series is so so so interesting and original and omg i'm so happy i can reread it again*

blue side of the sky | exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au, fluff, angst, smut. (completed) @hyunfilms

* ⇢ i think this series is amazing. i don't want to say too much because of spoilers but i really do love the way it ended*

sea may rise, sky may fall | pirate au!, minsung x reader, smut, angst. (ongoing with weekly updates) @skzms

* ⇢ read the series' warnings before reading! frothing at the mouth, i always look forwards to friday's because of this series. the world building is insane and the relationship between minho and reader is sososososososososo good and at the time of writing this i'm very excited to see how their relationship will encompass jisung*

seo changbin

how to tame a prince | dragon prince!changbin, fantasy/royal au, enemies-to-lovers. (wc: 11.6k) @/luvknow

* ⇢ grinning from ear to ear because of this fic. i don't read changbin fics as often as i should (i need to read more). the world-building is so cool too*

Burning in the winter wind | romcom vibes, (fake) enemies to lovers, fluff. (wc: 4.4k) @/astraystayyh

* ⇢ spare me please. i beg of you. i keep getting hit with arrows to my heart*

hwang hyunjin

summer strike | strangers to lovers, found family, comfort fic, heavily inspired by the kdrama. (wc: 23k) @soobnny

* ⇢ i feel so warm inside, so why are tears leaking out of my eyes. this fic is so so so so good, please give it a read*

The snow falls, we fall apart | roommates to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, longing. (wc: 13k) @/astraystayyh

* ⇢ don't look at me right now please i haven't even been able to give my full review on this masterpiece yet i'm sorry*

ace | college!au, sports!au, fake enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn. (wc: 15.2k) @forlix

* ⇢ haikyuu inspired, uh don't mind if i do. seriously though, banger after banger after banger. i still haven't had time to give a review on this one either i'm sorryyyyy.*

half-dead romance | fluff, friends to lovers au, romance. (wc: 10.2k) @/hanibalistic

* ⇢ awkljakjrfnkanfjane ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. hmm this fic might've made me feel something but yk it's anyone's guess*

wherever you are | childhood best friends to lovers, slowburn, pining, fluff, angst, suggestive. (wc: 12.9k) @hyunverse

* ⇢ oooooooohhhhhh the angst is angsting but it's so cute why am i feeling so muchhhhhhhhhh. i, once again, apologize for the lack of review, for i have not had time. im sorry :((((((*

series

all for nothing | strangers to lovers, grad school au, fluff, angst, smut. (completed) @/hyunfilms

* ⇢ mmm, this series is so nice. i had a really good time reading it. the sweetness felt extra sweet*

han jisung

Volcano | enemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst. (wc: 13.2k) @/astraystayyh

* ⇢ sahar you can't escape my praise. this is such a great rendition of han jisung. i loved each of the characters' developments and their natural progression in their relationship. enemies to lovers (in my opinion) is such a hard trope to get right and she nailed it*

parallel lines | best friends au, unrequited love au, angst. (wc: 1.3k) @/withleeknow

* ⇢ this is such, how do i even say it? realistic? it's not like coming of age but it feels like it in just over one-thousand words. fun fact: the first thing i ever posted on my tumblr was a reblog of this work*

We Have Each Other | one bed trope, fluff, university au, acquaintances to friends to lovers. (wc: 5k) @skzonthebrain

* ⇢ excuse me for just one moment: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AWFAEFGWFLAAKUWBJHFBAHWOIAO. okay i'm back :). this fic was great and had me giggle while kicking my feet*

series

young god | serial killer!au. (wc: 87.5k total) @maatryoshkaa

* ⇢ read the warnings for each chapter!!!! this series is amazing but covers dark topics that may be triggering. there is a series trailer (video) but be cautious since there is some disturbing imagery. everything is so well put together and cohesive*

Let's Fall in Love, IRL | smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, pen pals to lovers, friend of a friend to lovers. (wc: 24k+) (sc: 324) @/feelbokkie

* ⇢ first bokkie series i was able to read from when it first released to completion. each upload had me hanging on the edge of my seat. i love this series, the couple is so cute*

sea may rise, sky may fall | pirate au!, minsung x reader, smut, angst. (ongoing with weekly updates) @/skzms

* ⇢ so what i put this series in both members' fic recs. sue me, it's just that good. limbo thoughts are in minho's series list*

lee felix

felix navidad | strangers (to friends) to lovers, Christmas Evel!au, fluff, angst. (wc: 16.4k) @candlewaxandp0lar0ids

* ⇢ i feel so happy every time i read this. it's so perfect and cute. the touch on the heavier topics is also handled very well*

everything has changed (besides myself) | babysitter!au, girldad!lix, toothrotting fluff, angst, exes to lovers, hurt/comfort, happy ending, non-linear storyline. (wc: 5.4k) @/forlix

* ⇢ my heart whyyyyyyyyyy. permanent tears have built up into my eyes because of this fic*

kim seungmin

eighteen | best friends to lovers, college au, slow burn, angst, fluff. (wc: 19.8k) @/soobnny

* ⇢ one of the first seungmin fics i read, i love it so much. i feel like this is a classic on this side of stayblr*

(Don't) Like You a Latte | Cafe AU with a hint of a college AU, fluff. (wc: 8.3k) @getcooler

* ⇢ i have this tumblr's user memorized because i lost this fic once and could not find it again for months. never again. it's so adorable and the banter is great.*

In my dreams | (Fake) enemies to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn. (wc: ~4.5k) @/astraystayyh

* ⇢ i'm not crying, you are. i love this work so much omg. i'm fighting air from the cuteness*

yang jeongin

blue dream | smut, explicit sexual content, fluff. (wc: 6.1k) @charmercharm3r

* ⇢ this fic...i think about it every once in a while...maybe a little more often than i should*

24 to 25 - one, two | fluff, angst, childhood friends to lovers, christmas. (wc: 47.7k total) @awooghan

* ⇢ im smiling as i'm writing this because i just reread this two-shot. it's soooooooooo cute omg "stay for christmas" :((((((*

series

Sorry, I Love You | smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, friends to lovers, unrequited love, will they, won’t they dynamic, abusive relationship, alcohol abuse/alcoholism, emotional/psychological abuse. (ongoing) @/feelbokkie

* ⇢ this one, ah, this one is a little too good at what it does. read the warnings just in case they are triggering because i have felt immense rage at a specific character (this is meant to be a complement, bokkie is such an amazing writer)*

ot8

skz + the habits you share | fluff, humor, borderline crack, established relationship(s). (wc: 3.7k) @/forlix

* ⇢ this work is so adorable and made me laugh, i love it so much. forlix really nailed each personality*

stray kids as colours | @sulfurcosmos

* ⇢ this one is not like any of the others since it is not a reader-insert but please just try it. you can tell the author put so much thought into their choices and the colors encapsulate them perfectly*

April Fools Texts With SKZ ! | crack, established relationship(s). @taetr4ck

* ⇢ i read this in the car when i was going back to uni and it was so hard to not laugh out loud. i think the people i was with thought i was going insane*

series

no nut november | smut. (completed) @sluttywonwoo, @gimmeurtmi

* ⇢ I-, well-, yk-, it's just as the title says. this series is so good*

Winter falls | (ongoing 6/8) @/astraystayyh, @/forlix

* ⇢ read the individual warnings for each fic as they are all conceptually very different. i am now realizing that i included like basically all the fics in this series within the individual member rec, but oh well. the more places the merrier*

#limbo's fic recs #fic recs #faves #bang chan x reader #lee minho x reader #seo changbin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #lee felix x reader #kim seungmin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids x reader

[phntxm]

love tropes ideas I have in mind (1/2)

Forbidden love with Shigaraki Tomura (& friends to lovers) (gremlin era)

Prohero!y/n who is in love with their childhood best friend, Shimura Tenko. y/n was assigned to work as a spy, become traitor at LOV, and found out that Shigaraki Tomura, the villainous boss, was a childhood friend. Though the feelings never fade away, how can I decide between justice and love when justice must always win out, am I right? although it seems like he's not Shimura Tenko, the on I'm in love with.

Secret identity with Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko (& enemies to lovers?) (college au)

Colleague!Tomura/Tenko, who likes to be in his own world in class and acts as though he hates everyone, even you. Then, one day, he finds out that his best friend, a gamer who he loves to gab to about his life, is actually his colleague. Maybe he'll give a chance to start making friends in real life, who knows?

Wedding fever with Todoroki Touya/Dabi (fake relationship & runaway brides/ I got inspiration from @theartofsimpatry corpse bride au!)

Bride!y/n and Groom!Touya wasn't fond with the fiance that their parents suggested. Touya don't wanna marry someone for their quirk just like his dad. He met y/n and they both agree to fake their relationship and since he's son of a great hero, who would deny it? The only problem at hand is that it looks like this fraud is true now...

(in gothic setting!!) Bride!y/n don't want to get arranged marriage. she running away from the chaotic wedding ceremony to old abandoned castle which have a legend of the living corpse who'd curses and tortures anyone who get into his castle by burning them, but some say that if he likes them he can fulfill their one desire, yet there comes with a price to pay...

Blackmail with Todoroki Touya (Narcissistic/Nepo Baby/Bully!Touya) (& force relationship/ inspiration from webtoon 'Girl Under Trial')

Colleague!Touya always like to bragging about his superior quirk and his dad. He's full of himself that he has bad reputation and a lot of enemies, yet no one can defeat him. Then it all ends for this man when I find out about his secret. So I decided to make him to be my boyfriend, but how long this secret will be useful?

I have more detailed for some of them I could write it as headcanons but let me know if anyone wants me to write or you can send through the trope you like and we sharing idea about it!

#phntxn thoughts #bnha #mha #bnha tomura #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bnha ff #bnha fluff #bnha dabi #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #touya x reader #todoroki touya #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #mha headcanons #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[fatalfairies]

DIAVAL!SATORU GOJO X MALEFICENT!READER

a/n: obsessed with maleficent x diaval.

Diaval!Satoru who considers you his saviour,the only one he has,maybe that day if you didn’t spot him getting tormented by an idiotic human,he would’ve lost his life.

Diaval!Satoru who looks at you like you’re the greatest masterpiece that has ever been sculpted while you’re busy watching the flowing river under the moon in the dark forest.

Diaval!Satoru who knows you didn’t save him out of pity,you just needed someone to serve you and took advantage of his helpless situation but to him,you’re still on a pedestal as his saviour and as something much more forbidden that he tries to even not think.

The moment you find out of his forbidden feelings for you,you will inevitably throw him out of your shadow. According to your words,”There is no such thing as true love. Those are mere lies made up by mortals to hurt others for their own advantage.” You’re always right and even if you’re not he will do anything to ensure that you end up being so but for this one instance he hoped you were wrong and maybe he was being selfish but he was helpless for your love.

Diaval!Satoru who gets frustrated when you pretend not to hear his fastening heartbeat around you,his attempts to draw a smile out of you,his undying devotion to you

Diaval!Satoru who doesn’t crave the heat of your body but the warmth of your soul and embrace.

Diaval!Satoru who knows that is was not his mere imagination when he saw that barely noticeable smile on your face as walked away hearing one of his foolish jokes.

Diaval!Satoru who is your shadow,always behind you and ready to engulf anyone who dares to harm you in the flames of his devotion for you

Diaval!Satoru who acts as your wings in the absence of yours,your eyes to watch over things you aren’t able to and..a shoulder to rely on

Diaval!Satoru who watched you gazing at the flying ethereal creatures reminiscing of the old times when you were one of those lucky winged-creatures. And he feels his heart wrench at your silent pain,his only wish to impale the very King who sits on the throne of the mortal lands who is the very reason you believe there is no such thing as love.

Diaval!Satoru who secretly found your love for flowers with sharp thorns and without a fail he collects them from the forbidden parts of the Moors at the cost of his own blood but in comparison your happiness,it is worthless

Diaval!Satoru who watches you secretly taking care of the very newborn child you cursed from the dark. To others your love might seem so twisted but to him,it was far pure than the selfish love of mortals.

Diaval!Satoru who watches you take care of Aurora as your own daughter despite your initial so-called hate for her for being the daughter of the man who has made you what you are now

Diaval!Satoru who sees a side of you he always knew was there when your heart wrenched at the sleeping figure of the very little girl you had once cursed. Fate can be so ironic,as your motherly love was the love being able to wake Aurora from her death-like sleep.

Diaval!Satoru who sees you smile a lot more often as your soar the high skies with him with your marvellous wings returned to you,where they belonged. His heart

Diaval!Satoru who roams the Moors with you freely now that you are no more the Queen of Moors and Aurora is. You are showing him places he had never seen before in the Moors and he is making you feel things you thought you didn’t want to feel anymore.

Subtle touches like almost holding hands,his hands gently brushing on your wings and stroking them,you two falling asleep as he is under embrace of your wings.And Diaval!Satoru hopes this is the beginning and he doesn’t want it to ever end.

You notice how Satoru looks at you and this time you acknowledge it,looking back at him with a sly grin on your features. This is new to him but he’s going to love getting used to it.

Diaval!Satoru who under the setting of the Moors feels claimed by your love,the only thing ever wanted as your shadows under the setting sun unite in a pure,soft kiss and this time that of true love.

#fatalfairies #gojo ff #gojo smut #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #gojo x yn #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x yn #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen ff #jujutsu gojo

[demonhuntingcaterpillar]

When Cursed Child was released there was uproar about the difference between Harry and Draco as fathers. Fans were upset that Draco Malfoy was such a calm, understanding father while Harry was a bit of a hot head. It was hard to grasp the distinct difference between the two characters as fathers. I’ll just resolve this whole issue with one word: Narcissa.

The biggest difference between Harry and Draco’s childhood is a mother’s love. Harry did not know what it was like to be parented or loved until he was 4 ft tall. Whereas Draco had grown up with a loving mother who cared for him while he was ill and tucked him in bed each night. Draco being such a good father to Scorpius makes sense because he had two polar opposites as parents. There was Lucius, who loves fiercely but his love is entirely conditional. And while I believe Lucius loved Narcissa more than life itself, he put his Death Eater duties and his thirst for power over his love for his son.

Narcissa was a different story entirely. Even though she married into the cause, she never took the dark mark. I believe this was because she saw what it required of Bellatrix, Regulus, and Lucius. She did not want to have to choose between Voldemort and Draco, because she knew she would always choose Draco. When Draco came of age, Lucius wanted to send Draco to Durmstrang. Even though Narcissa came from a world of pure bloods, she decided they would send Draco to Hogwarts. Prioritizing Draco’s safety over blood purity. This tells us she will choose Draco over Death Eater values. I believe losing her sisters and Regulus made Narcissa hyper aware of possible dangers and ever protective of her son. During his first year, we know it was hard on Narcissa to be away from Draco because she sent him sweets and letters daily. She is consistently protective of him, especially when Lucius must go to Azbakan. She bears her teeth and throws Sirius’s death in Harry’s face. Again, choosing Draco over anyone else, including her dead cousin Sirius. When Voldemort decides to make Draco take the mark as a punishment for Lucius’s mistakes, Narcissa sees his actions for what they are. She risks her life, along with her sister’s, in order to ask Severus to make the unbreakable vow. Narcissa gives Draco her wand during the war to be able to protect himself after Harry takes Draco’s. This leaves her and Lucius completely defenseless while Voldemort is LIVING IN THEIR HOUSE. They are in the midst of a war and Narcissa goes wandless for Draco. And finally, when Harry gives his life in the Forbidden Forest, Narcissa makes her biggest bad bitch mama bear move yet. She uses occlumency and lies to possibly the most powerful Legilimens ever, Lord Voldemort. She knows Draco is at Hogwarts, she knows he is more important to her than life itself. So when faced with this choice for maybe the billionth time in this woman’s life - Voldemort or Draco - she chooses Draco. Something her husband never had the balls to do.

So don’t come for me telling me Draco couldn’t have been a better parent than Harry. Don’t come for me telling me how terrible his father was and how there is no way a prat like Draco Malfoy could be understanding, forgiving, and loving. He knew what it was like to grow up with people hating/fearing him because of his father. He grew up knowing what it was like to be in the shadow of grand expectations, and what it was like to fail them. He grew up knowing the love of a mother’s touch and feeling Narcissa’s unconditional love. Draco Malfoy is an amazing father because Narcissa was an amazing mother. She put her love for Draco before blood status, before her husband, before life itself… which is exactly why Draco prioritized Scorpius’s happiness above everything else.

There’s a reason fanfic writers do everything but portray Narcissa as the Virgin Mary!!! She was just as good of a mother as Molly Weasley and Lily Potter. She was just as strong and brave and protective as Minerva McGonagall.

Sweet, loving Daddy Draco is canon and I will die on this hill.

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Icarus's Lament: A Hyunjin oneshot

Synopsis: A siren falls in obsessive love with a human, and it mimics the story of Icarus and Apollo

Pairings: Hyunjin × Fem!Siren!Reader, includes rest of Skz, and an original character

Warnings: fluff to angst, fem!reader, just suggestive towards the end, don't read if you don't want your heart broken, ANGSTY AT THE END, forbiddened love, one sided love, obsessive love

A/N: Kay, finally finished this and I AM OBSESSED. look im a simp for mythology and lore and all that stuff, so yeah writing this was very theurapeutic. im sorry I haven't posted in a long time, but i've kinda been busy with work and stuff so i couldn't find time to write. BUT this baby's out so simp on this while i work on some of my other wips.

PLEASE READ: So this fic is based off of the myth of Icarus and Apollo. you should probably read a bit about it if you want to understand why it has a significance to this fic. And by Icarus and Apollo, i mean the romantisized version of the two forbiddened lovers. Also also also shoutout to my darlings @iutdwae and @1-800-shedevil who are as obsessed with mythology as I am.

Mythology is so pretty isn't it? It's amazing how humans have made stories out of deities whose existence they made up simply because they were too afraid of being authoritarian of themselves. The Gods were made up to fulfill human desire, to tell them that someone is always watching. And the people who defied the existence of a robed man, carrying a cross or some other wooden thing, were burnt to death, no matter if God was watching or not. All so paradoxical isn't it? The Gods were greedy beings, or atleast that was your philosophy. You had Aphrodite, greedy for love, so greedy that the roses were stained with her blood when a lover was shot. Then you had Zeus, greedy for his women, so greedy that he couldn't notice his wife's burning wrath. You had Kore, the flower girl, so greedy for freedom, that she became Persephone for a man who took her from her flowers. Yet you questioned why they weren't reprimanded for their greed. Why were the beings below them scolded for wanting more than they could salvage, while The Gods had statues built of them, overflowing with wine and bread? Why must there always be a punishment for greed, no mater human, selkie or dragon?

"My sister, what are you doing near that mirror again?" Your older sister, Menthe's voice broke you out of your stupor from staring at a jewel encrusted mirror. It was a pretty one indeed, filled with magic and glitter near its seams. "Are you looking at the humans again, darling?" Menthe scoffed and wrapped her arms around your waist, her tail colliding with yours, sending a bolt of electricity through to your scales. "Menthe let me go." You fidgeted in her tight grasp, but you knew you couldn't win. Menthe wasn't the Queen's best soldier for nothing after all. "Stop looking at the humans and maybe I'll let you go." Menthe chuckled, seeing you give up and sink into her hold, feeling the seaweed coat the scales in her arms, protecting them. "Sister when will we be going up by the way? You said we could go together today." Menthe finally let go of you and swam away from you as fast as she could. "Menthe! Don't you run from me!" You chased after her, silently summoning the water to take you faster. Of course the ocean obliged. It always was sympathetic to you. To a siren who got turned when she was pushed into the water, by a man who was jealous of her love. By a ruthless human who hated her for something she had no control over. But still, it confused your sister and the entire mermaid population as to how you didn't remember anything about the incident or that you used to be human. You had woken up on a bed in the castle of the Mermaid Queen, surrounded by a bunch of beautiful tailed creatures. Amnesia, was how they explained. Menthe had taken you in, calling you her own sister and spoiling you rotten, because apparently you were too adorable. Your love for humanity remained though. Every day you would get your magical mirror out, a girl from the Princess of Mermaids, and stare at the humans passing on the beach above. They were fascinating, with how they could jump and run so easily. Even though you could turn into a human and walk on land, you could never jump or run like they did, lest you accidentally rip your beautiful tail, embroidered with glittering scales and the prettiest gradient of colours. You rarely took trips to the land, and whenever you did, you were always sent heavily guarded. The fact of why exactly you were special was still unknown to you, as no one ever had the courage to tell you that you used to human. Humans who were turned into mermaids or sirens, to be more specific, were always special, having the power to control the sea with the mere notes of their voices. But the only problem was that they never knew that, courtesy to siren rule being that the special ones couldn't be told that they were special. Weird rule, you always thought, not knowing that you were one of the special ones.

"Menthe come out from there I can see you hiding." You called out to your sister, who was trying to hide behind her wardrobe. She groaned and came out from behind, flipping her hair behind her, and dusting her tail. "Y/n why do you want to go today?" She whined, pouting. "I cannot take you, you know that?" "I'll go with Chan then." You said, firmly, trying to end the conversation. You hadn't been up on the beach in a long time, four months to be exact and you were greedy. You were greedy to go up there. And greed never exactly suited you because when you wanted something, oh Lord, give everyone around you strength and patience.

"Fine you can go with Chan." Menthe finally gave in. "But, if you even try to run away, I will seriously kill you." You giggled at her sentence, knowing that she couldn't even lay a finger on you if she tried to.

"Chan! It's so good to see you again." You swam up to a stout Siren with broad shoulders and the most adorable dimpled smile. "Y/Nnnie!" He swam over to you and engulfed you in his arms, giving you a sense of warmth from the surrounding cold water. "Going up today? You ready?" You balled your fists up and nodded frantically. To say you were excited would be an understatement. You were basically a hyperactive squirrel today.

"Be safe alright?" Menthe hugged you once last time and gave you a conch shell. "You know what the shell does right?" She quizzed you. You rolled your eyes at her, knowing that you've gone through this routine every single time you wanted to go up to get high by the beach. "It calls you incase I run away and you have to get me because I am a careless incompetent brat." You grumbled. "Well atleast the careless brat part is correct." Menthe chuckled before pulling you in for another hug and finally letting go of you.

"Why can't the sunlight reach down to the water Chan? I love this warm feeling so much." You and Chan stepped out from behind some moss covered rocks completely dry, despite having being submerged in water just a few seconds ago. The secret entrance to what the humans called 'Mermaid land', was known to only a few of the Sirens. It was a bunch of rocks and a humorous piece of driftwood which invoked curiously in the humans, although they never went near it. It was funny, you thought, how humans were scared of just driftwood. It was funny how humans feared everything and that they made up myths to explain their fears. Menthe had very patiently explained to you how humans weren't very smart but you didn't believe her much. If they weren't smart, how would they have invented so many things which made their lives easier, like fire?

"Do you want to go to the market first Y/N?" Chan asked you as you set foot on the warm sand on the beach. You loved the feeling of sand. It was like having a thousand needles prickle the bottom of your feet, except that the needles massaged your feet instead of pricking them, to make them bleed your precious blood. "Sure." You said to Chan. "We can go to the market first and then we can come relax on the beach before going back down. Is that alright Chan?" Chan nodded and smiled again, showing those adorable dimples to you. The people of the town knew Chan, since he came up more often than any of the other sirens. The people knew him not as Chan, but as Christopher, the mysterious stranger who could come down to town often to give remedies for human illnesses, since, to be frank, the creatures of the deep had much more knowledge about medicine than humans did. They didn't question him or ask anything since the dark plague when he basically saved every single child in the town, and the townspeople pledged their loyalty to him. Chan was peculiar to them, not saying a word to anyone but the children who would laugh and go after him, calling out 'Uncle Chan!'.

"The marketplace has gotten more prettier since I last saw it." You let out a breath of amazement at seeing all the trinkets and food being sold in the market. It was a wide lane, flanked with stalls, selling seafood, vegetables, mirrors, cloth, jewelry and tiny trinkets. "You saw it about four months ago Y/Nnie." Chan chuckled softly, as you tried to keep up with his pace. He was more used to walking on two legs than you were, and as you walked slowly behind him, he kept a protective arm around your waist, ready to catch you incase you fall. "Ooh Chan what are those?" You excitedly pointed towards a brass thingamabob. It was like a pillar, with many open top, where something was carved into it. It also had a tiny painting of a rose on it. "That's called a candelabra Y/N." Chan responded calmly. "Humans use it to light fire, in order to bring light." "Can-de-lab-ra." You pronounced the foreign word slowly, making Chan chuckle again at your cuteness. "Can I have one pleease?" You pouted to Chan, who you knew couldn't refuse anything when you asked for it. Two minutes later, you strolled deeper into the marketplace, holding the candelabra and a flower in your hand. Chan had a medical job he had to do in town, so he suggested you come with him and wait outside while he finished the job. "Menthe would kill me if I left you alone, but it wouldn't hurt to tell her." He shot you a mischievous smile. You didn't mind being left alone. You knew enough about humans to interact with them, without Chan's knowledge so you were excited.

"That's the house!" Chan called after a few minutes of walking. He pointed to a brick mansion, which looked like a palace. It was beautiful, with ivy coating its walls and lavender growing in the garden. You could smell the roses and herbs too, and you could hear the meowing of a cat. The mansion was far away from the main town, so you assumed it belonged to some rich family. That's how human society worked, as Menthe had told you. The richest lived far away from the common folk, merry making and drinking wine while the poorer ones starved under a candle. The humans who invented this system of society were cruel and unfair, you thought. Every siren in your universe was always treated fairly, no matter where they came from. And that's how you thought everything worked until you found out about humans, not knowing that you were a human yourself.

"Y/N-" Chan stopped you before you two knocked on the iron gate, guarding the house. "When we go inside, you need to bow when I bow okay? These are some important people according to human society so we need to respect them. And put on your hood to protect your identity. To them, you're my little sister alright?" You listened intently to all of his words, wanting to impress the first humans you would probably see up close. "And also, don't talk too much. I know you love talking, but these people don't really prefer it, okay?" Chan stroked your hair gently before kissing the top of your forehead.

"Ahh Mr Christopher wasn't it?" Most of the humans you'd see everyday seemed kind and lively and approachable but this man standing in front of you definetly wasn't. He had a bulging stomach, smooth, flattened greying hair and a magnificent, protruding moustache which made him look very much like a fat, angry walrus. "Your grace." Chan bowed to the man, surprising you. No one was addressed by 'your grace' except for the princess! It took you a second or two to realise that this was human land. Their rules were entirely different from yours, maybe even worse, you thought as you curtseyed to the walrus man. "And who is this beautiful young lady?" The man looked you up and down, eyes full of hunger. Chan stood slightly in front of you, shielding you. "She is my sister, your grace." His firm voice rang through the humongous hall. "Now I believe your niece and wife are the affected people in the household whom I was summoned to treat?" The walrus man looked slightly furious at Chan's words, but he didn't let his anger flow and instead said, "Yes. Yes they are. I shall guide to upstairs where they are resting. Meanwhile, your sister-" he shot you a look again. "-can explore our house perhaps? I shall send a servant with her." Chan looked at your pleading eyes, and gently smiled. He kissed the top of your forehead and whispered, 'be safe, don't do anything out of line.' and went off with the walrus man.

Was this what freedom felt like?, you thought as you strolled around the huge courtyard of the house, with a servant following you. She didn't talk much, instead preferring to cough every now and then, to remind you that she was there. Sand felt really good on your feet, but grass felt better. You had taken off your shoes, much to the disdain of the servant, and felt the dew-filled grass tickle your feet gently. Butterflies were flying here and there and they reminded you of the starfish that would accompany you whenever you and Menthe would go explore sunken ships and other ruins.

You were about to take a whiff of the lavender bushes you had so excitedly run up to when- "Oh where did you come from?" There was a strange creature tugging at your dress tightly. It had black and white fur and the tiniest paws you had ever seen. A dog. This was a creature called dog. Chan had told you about them on your second trip to the surface and you had always wanted to meet one up close. You bent down to pet the dog, seeing as it was tugging on your dress so tightly, when suddenly it ran away at the speed of a lightning bolt.

"Hey!" You shouted, quickly picking up your dress and running after it. "Come back here!" You ran after the dog, who seemed to be running to a more kempt part of the garden where weeds weren't growing and the grass was trimmed, and as you tightly clutched your skirt so as to not trip over it, you couldn't hear the servant behind you screaming at you to not go there. You could spot a figure in the distance holding something in his hand, and the dog was running up to the slender figure.

"Hey!" You called after the dog. "Wait for me! I'm not used to running!" "You wicked wrench stop right there!', a rough voice called after you and as you finally stopped running and looked back, a stout man jumped onto you and pinned you to the ground. You shouted out in pain, in response to your head roughly hitting the ground. You could feel the man's horrible breath against your ear as he said, "got you now you wrench!"

"What is going on here? Martin get off of the young lady." You heard a silky voice say, on whose command, the man on top of you, got off quickly and stood up straight. The man with the smooth voice extended a had towards you and helped you get up. He was handsome, with black hair framing his face perfectly and the most attractive eyes you had ever seen. His lips were smooth, and cherry red, like an octopus' and his figure was carved by the Gods themselves. He had a strong yet soft grip to his hand, which threatened the shredded appearance of his skin.

"Are you alright Miss?" He asked you, mesmerising you with his voice. Being a siren meant that you had the power to understand the most random. Whether it was the chirping of a bird or the clacks of the claws is a crab, it all meant something to you. It was basically music, or whatever the humans called it. But there was something about this man's voice, that you couldn't decipher. It was silky yet cracked, smooth yet with a tint of roughness to it. It was.... beautiful.

"Uh Miss?" The man said again, waving a hand infront of you, which made you realise that you were probably staring at him. "Oh I'm so sorry! Yes I'm quite fine, thank you." You said, keeping your tone calm. "Ahem Sir." The man named Martin gave a cough. "She was trying to enter the private garden sir. Surely you must punish her." The way he said all of that with a widening smile on his face disgusted you, but the man next to you spoke before you could. "Martin hasn't anyone taught you manners? You mus'nt ever touch a lady, leave pouncing on top of her! Would you like to be out of a job Martin?" Martin looked down at his shoes and shyly shook his head muttering the word no. "Apologise to her. Now." Martin bowed to you and apologized before hastily leaving.

"Im sorry about that Miss." The man bowed. "By the way what were you doing chasing Kkami like that?" "Kk-ami?" You slowly pronounced the word, trying hard not to keep staring into the man's beautiful eyes. The man chuckled softly as the dog you had been chasing ran up behind him, intertwining itself between his legs. "His name is Kkami. If he perhaps bit the seams of your dress, please forgive him. I really do not know why he does that, Miss- uh?" "Y/N. My name's Y/N. And Kkami's forgiven." You smiled at him, as he pronounced your name, spelling out syllable and syllable in his smooth honey voice. "My name is Hyunjin." He introduced himself. "Hwang Hyunjin. May I ask what you are doing in my house?" "I-"

"Y/N! We need to go!" You heard Chan's voice shouting your name loudly, and as you turned around in the direction of his voice, you saw him hurrying down to you and Hyunjin along with the walrus man. "Ahh my son." Walrus man sighed out. "I see you've met the sister of the man who had just saved your cousin and mother." Chan slightly blushed as Hyunjin extended a hand towards him, slightly leaning to shake hands with the shorter man.

"Nice to meet you. Well we really must get going. Thank you for your hospitality Mr Hwang." Chan bowed to the walrus man and hastily took your arm, leading you out of the big iron gate as the walrus man and Hyunjin stood there, blinking at the both of you leaving.

"He was sooo handsome Menthe! Like Apollo himself." You were currently brushing Menthe's long black hair and telling her all about your trip above, especially mentioning Hyunjin atleast a hundred times. "You have only talked about his features, my Y/N." Menthe chuckled. "What of his persona?" You thought for a moment and came to the realisation that you didn't know anything about this man. Just that he was the son of the walrus man, a dog owner and he was pretty kind. You shrugged your shoulders to Menthe, who chuckled again. "Ahh my sister." She sighed, with a smile imprinted on her face. "You're so innocent you are."

"By the way-" she added. "Chan's going up again tomorrow to check on that fat human's wife again. Do you wish to go?" She raised an eyebrow at you, as you jolted out of your shared bed. "OH COURSE I WANT TO GO I LOVE YOU MENTHE." You shouted, startling her as both of you giggled under your breath and went off to sleep, with the water floating calmly around you.

"Y/Nnie come on! We're going to be late!" Menthe shouted at you, as you delicately brushed your hair, making sure each strand stood as perfect as carved stone. "I'm coming!" You yelled back, as you took one last look in the mirror and went off to see Chan and go up to the heavens again.

"Whaat are you two up to?" You peeked your head out of the front door to see Chan and Menthe whispering to each other, about God knows what. Once they took a glimpse of you, with your eyes all curious and your head wrapped around the door, they immediately got away from each other's tails and stood awkwardly with their hands behind their back. Chan's ears got redder and Menthe fiddled with her fingers, a common thing they do whenever they were shy or embarrassed, or hiding something.

"Let's go Y/N, we're already late." Chan said, adjusting his satchel and ruffling his hair as he always does. "You know humans don't like tardiness right?"

"Chan why did you take me up again?" Chan stopped in his tracks as both of you walked up the path to the mansion again. He looked at you, with glassy eyes, and sighed, and then led you to an empty lane. "Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully." He sternly said. "The Hwang's eldest son, Hyunjin, the boy you met yesterday has asked for you again if I were to come to treat his mother one more time. He said he would like to talk to you. But I'm telling you-" his voice became deeper. "Do not, in any circumstance, reveal who you truly are. If he asks you where you and I are from, just say we are from a neighbouring village alright? Humans do not like beings like us. So if he finds out about what we hide under the waves, we're done for." He finished his impromptu speech and led his way along to the mansion again, with you meekly following behind him. It was scary to see Chan all serious like that, since he was probably the smiliest siren in all of the Kingdom.

"Mr Hwang." Chan bowed low to the walrus man, who was donning a velvet suit today, making him look like a fat plum. Behind him, stood the beautiful figure of Hyunjin, who eyed you up and down a number of times. "Well Mr Christopher-" Mr Hwang clapped his hands together. "My son wishes to spend some time with your sister for as long as you treat my wife and niece, if you allow. I promise that no harm will come to her." Chan looked at you, with what looked like pitiful eyes and bowed again to Mr Hwang. "I allow it, your grace. But please. I hope your son will be respectful to my sister." Mr Hwang waved his hand carelessly and muttered words of 'yes' and then left with Chan up the staircase, leaving you alone with Hyunjin.

"May we go out into the garden?" Hyunjin asked you, slightly bowing down, his silky black hair falling on his face. "Will Kkami be there?" You blurted out, eyes widened. Hyunjin chuckled and nodded, his eyes calm and collected. He led you out of the front door, letting you be in front while he silently followed behind. The garden felt much more livelier than it did yesterday. However, there was a new addition to the garden. There was large patch of tall, handsome flowers growing over in the spot where you chased Kkami down. They were painted with the hues of dark purple, pink, white and a bit of lilac. "Are you perhaps eyeing the hyacinths, Miss Y/N?" Hyunjin's voice snapped through the air, which made you lose the staring competition you had going on the flowers. "Hy-a-cinths?" You pronounced out, concluding that that was the name of those handsome flowers, which were all huddled together like crabs on the beach on a winter day. "May I touch them?" You tentatively asked him, to which he raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you can. Apparently they're very good poisons, or as my father and the library told me so." "You have a library here?" You had often read about libraries as big rooms with shelves everywhere, stocked with hundreds of books which humans could borrow and return within a time limit. Siren's weren't really that used to borrowing and returning things, so you and Menthe usually had a large collection of books at your own home. Human books had always interested you. How the pages fade with time, how humans like to breathe in their scent claiming it calmed them down, how they used to write stories and make collections of them.

"Miss Y/N?" Hyunjin tapped lightly on your shoulder, distracting you from a butterfly that had landed on one of the hyacinths. "Kkami's here." You looked down to see the same dog, nudging against your foot. Thankfully he wasn't chewing on your skirt and as you bent down to pet him, you noticed how much he looked like Hyunjin. You decided not to voice that thought out loud, sensing that it might be considered rude up here on land.

"He's very pretty." You told Hyunjin, still petting Kkami, who seemed to be enjoying the pets. You had a question burning within you though. Why would this man, who looked like the reincarnation of Apollo himself, ask for you when the only interaction you had with him was mumbled apologies and thank yous?

As if he had read your mind, Hyunjin knelt down next to you, and scratched Kkami's ears. "You must be wondering why I had especially asked for you, Miss Y/N?" God he smelled so good too, like fresh seaweed and the silver coating of Menthe's arrows. The most prominent feature of his, that stood out like a crab in a stingray's nest, was the tiny mole on his nose. It was like a blackhole that you would love to dive into and sleep in. "Well I was wondering about that, Mr Hwang." He smiled softly. "Please, Miss Y/N. Call me Hyunjin." "Then stop calling me Miss Y/N. Just Y/N is fine too." He chuckled at your words and stood up from his kneeling position. "Why don't we take a walk around the garden? I would love to show you the gazebo under which I paint."

The rest of the garden was, in a word or two, simply gorgeous. It was far larger than you had initially taken it to be, and as you took in the sweet scent of nectar, and the lively chirping of the birds, you realised that this house was as big as the Queen's Palace. These people surely weren't royalty. After all royal people have crowns don't they? And Chan hadn't told you anything about their lineage or where their from or if they were someones of importance.

"You look very familiar to me." Hyunjin said, making you slightly jump at his voice cutting through the silence. "As if I've seen you somewhere before." "Is that why you asked for me?" You raised an eyebrow at him, slightly picking up your pace to catch up to him. "If I say yes, would you be mad?" Hyunjin chuckled. "But yes, that is one of the main reasons I wanted to talk to you. Secondly, Kkami told me that he likes you, so he wanted you to come over." You looked down at your feet, to Kkami who was walking happily in between you and Hyunjin. You giggled under your breath. Hyunjin was adorable.

"Well who do I look like then?" You quizzed Hyunjin. His eyes faltered for a split second, as he raised his hand and pointed forward. "Let's talk under that gazebo." His hand was pointing towards a beautiful red structure, supported by four gold-coloured pillars. It had carvings all over it which were, from what you could decipher, love letters. You traced one of them saying 'Mea Vita', before settling down on the green bench next to Hyunjin.

"You look like the exact carbon copy of my late wife, Priscilla." Hyunjin sighed heavily as he said that. "I know it is stupid, rude even to summon you, just because you look like someone I used to love, but I need to know who you actually are, and where you're from." He sighed again before continuing. "She was taken from me, kidnapped, when we were 26 to God knows where. And now, here I am, a 30 year old man, lamenting about someone who I don't know even exists. So I need to know-" he leant closer to you holding your hand in his. You could feel his breath against your skin, as he said in a deep voice, "Are you Priscilla?"

Something in you burst. Something in you wanted to scream 'Yes!'. Something in you said, 'if you say yes, you can stay with him'. Something in you told you to ignore your old life and start a new one. Change is inevitable right?

"I-" "Y/N!" Before you could answer to Hyunjin, you heard Chan's raucous voice again, slicing through the air like a horn. "What are you doing with my sister, Hwang?" Chan spat at Hyunjin, who immediately let go of your hand and stood up. "I was not doing anything, Mr Christopher." He stated simply. Chan took your arm and dragged you out of the gate, before you could even say goodbye to Hyunjin.

"Chan why did you do that? I was talking to him!" You shouted at him, when both of you were well out of earshot of the mansion. "Y/N what was he telling you?" Chan said, taking on that stern voice again. Your mind faltered for a bit, wondering whether or not you should tell him about Priscilla. "He was telling me about the flowers in the garden Chan. Nothing else." You felt your stomach sink at telling Chan a bitter lie, but your mind was currently being controlled by your heart, and you were letting it.

"Y/N are you lying?" Chan looked you up and down, as if he could see right through you, but your mind didn't budge. You went closer to him, put your foot down and said in a tone as if to end the entire conversation, "He talked to me about flowers and nothing else."

"So I heard you upset Chan today." Menthe fiddled with a thread and needle, trying to sew her initials onto a handkerchief. "That's not like you, Y/Nnie." You put your own needle and thread down, and let out an exhaustive sigh. "I didn't upset him Menthe." You picked up the needle again, to continue stitching your crab across the handkerchief. "There was simply a misunderstanding."

Menthe sighed heavily and put down her needle and thread on the bedside table, swimming up to you and putting her tail next to yours. "You can't get close to humans, you know that right?" She put a hand on yours and kissed it gently. "I know you love humans Y/N. But under no circumstances, are you to get close to any of them, understand?" You gulped and nodded gently, kissing Menthe's forehead. It was a wild day today, and it was only about to get wilder. If only Menthe knew what was about to happen that night, she would have bound you to your bed right then and there.

Midnight. That was when Menthe usually fell dead asleep. It was a routine for her and everyone in the Siren Kingdom to fall fast asleep at midnight. You didn't know whether this was a spell or just pure habit, but it was weird how all of them fell collectively asleep together. But you weren't going to be on your bed tonight. Tonight, you were planning to do something. Something dangerous. Something that you wouldn't ever do. Something which was prompted by your newly acquired wings.

The moment you heard Menthe's snores rumbling through the sound of the serene water, you kicked off your blanket and silently got the bag of possessions you had packed and silently crept out of your house. There was certain feeling hanging in the air, something which you just couldn't describe. It wasn't guilt nor excitement which you felt. It was a serene feeling, like the ocean wrapping around you, like feeling a fire for the first time and it felt good, as you crept out of the water, leaving your place behind, possibly for forever.

The sand never felt warmer, even as it was bathing in the moonlight. The blowing wind never felt better, even when it was cold and chilly. The night never felt so alive, even though you had just abandoned the only home you had ever known.

You walked up along the dark and empty street, all alone, to Hyunjin's house. It was scary to be all alone, but I guess it was your determination which got you through the night to reach the iron gates of Hyunjin's house.

"Hello?" You called out, screaming at the top of your lungs. You couldn't see a thing in the darkness, but you could hear footsteps coming from afar. "Who's there?" A harsh voice called out. "Please!" You screamed with all your might. "I am an accomplice of Hyunjin's. My name is Priscilla!" For a moment, it seemed like the footsteps had stopped. You then heard more harsher footsteps and rough voices sounding through the air. And before you knew it, the gate was slowly opening and no more than six men ran up to you, one of whom you recognised. "You! It's you!' Martin said, pointing his finger to you. "Please-" you begged. "I need to see Hyunjin."

"How dare you speak the young master's name like that? You wench!" One of the guards grabbed your arm roughly. You roughed around, trying to break out of his hold when- "What is all this?" A familiar voice rang in your ear. Hyunjin. He came out of the darkness, holding a lamp, in a red robe. "Y/N? Is that you?" He asked you slowly as he held up the lamp. "Hyunjin." You said, silently.

"Let go of her, you bastard." Hyunjin growled at the man near your arm, who let go of you instantly. "Y/N, what happened? Wh-why are you here this late?" Hyunjin wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Hyunjin, it's me." You breathed out. "It's Priscilla."

"How do we know you really are Priscilla?" You stood before the walrus man and a thin old woman, who you assumed was Hyunjin's mother. She looked like him, the same eyes and the same lips, but she had an air of someone who liked everything to be perfect. "You may test me or ask me anything." You responded, keeping your head high. "Rest assure, I will answer."

The walrus man scoffed and put down his smoking pipe and leant forward. "What is Hyunjin's best talent, which got him into trouble when he was fifteen?" You smiled widely, and put your hand to your chest. "Forgive me my lord, but please. Do ask something more harder. He got into trouble with the mayor because he had painted a picture of his daughter, nude. Well of course the best painted in town needs the best muse doesn't he?" "And do you know, Priscilla? Whose daughter you are?" Hyunjin's mother asked. "Well, you all know I do not go by my family name anymore. I prefer to be the called, the Girl in blue." Hearing your words, the walrus man and the thin woman gasped. The Girl in Blue. That was the name of the painting which Hyunjin had painted of the mayor's daughter. Or more precisely the painting which he had made on Priscilla. Or should I say, you?

"Y- only Priscilla knows who the girl in that painting is." The thin woman said, in a barely heard whisper. "You- oh my! Priscilla!" She got up and hugged you tightly as Hyunjin smiled widely behind you. "Priscilla my darling." She kept whispering into your ear. Her hug was comforting.... Genuine. And it felt good. It felt so good. That a family like this had fallen for a little girl's lie.

"She did WHAT?" Chan screamed at Menthe and the other guards. They were at a meeting, when Menthe thought it would be good it tell them about the current sticky situation. "I don't know how she did it. Or why she did It. But I can see that she is at that boy's house." Menthe sighed. "Hwang's."

"You know how much trouble it would be if she's there." One of the guards, Changbin said. "She doesn't know of her past and it could be her strong point." "What of her past?" A stern voice came into the room. Minho, the chief advisor to the Queen and one of your friends had strolled in, with his strong black tail, decorated with golden scales.

"What of her past, Chan?" He questioned again, glaring at everyone in the room. "I only know that she used to be human, but someone-" he glared at Menthe. "Turned her into a siren. So I ask you one last time-" he leaned forward, putting both his hands on the table. "What of her past?"

"If I may, Minho." Jisung, one of the younger sirens, and Minho's best friend spoke up. "Y/N didn't use to be just a human. She was the daughter of the mayor of the town under whose waters we live in. She had a twin sister, Priscilla, who loved this boy called Hwang Hyunjin. They got married soon after Y/N turned 26. But unfortunately both the sisters got kidnapped one day. You know how these humans are." He let out a short laugh. " So greedy for money, that they would resort to violent methods. Once the ransom was paid however, the man who kidnapped them, didn't let them go. He had fallen for Y/N's beauty." Chan clenched his jaw at that, catching Menthe's attention. "When she rejected him, however, he grew angry and threatened to throw Priscilla and YN off of the ship. And it seems that Priscilla had offered to take her sister's place. But you know Y/N's persona. Headstrong and stubborn. She must have done something to anger the captain, which ultimately led to where we are right now."

Minho sighed heavily as Jisung finished with his speech. The room turned quiet, with a tense atmosphere. "Does she have the normal powers or anything else?" Minho turned to Chan, who looked down at his tail. "She is an extraordinary siren Minho. But she doesn't know about most of her powers, which us normal sirens do not possess. For example-" chan crossed his arms, showing off his veins like lighting bolts. "Mind reading." The room collectively gasped as Menthe held her hand to her chest. "Is-is that how she tricked them? The Hwangs?" She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. Chan simply nodded as Minho's eyebrows furrowed. "We cannot get her back. We simply cannot. If we try to, the entire human population will be after our kingdom. On behalf of the Queen, I cannot risk that." He swam over to Chan, and put his hand on his arm. "I'm sorry Chan." And he left the room, leaving the rest of the Sirens shocked and wounded.

The day was perfect. The day was pleasant. It was filled with flying birds and bells and bouquets. A sprightly day for a wedding.

You had spent a lot of time with Hyunjin after the day you had proved to his parents that you were 'Priscilla'. It was a pleasure to will away the seeds of dead time with Hyunjin, sitting in the garden, painting. He taught you how to paint, joking about how you apparently used to love colours but could never manipulate them as well as he did. You learnt how to paint his favourite flowers, hyacinths and you gifted him many handkerchiefs, embroidered with hyacinths. You learnt how to play something called a piano. You had seen something similar in the shipwreck you and Menthe had gone to last month but never actually expected it to make noise. It was mesmerising to watch Hyunjin play the piano, how his fingers delicately moved across the buttons, creating melodies only your dreams could ever produce.

The people of the town loved you. They never questioned about where you were from or how 'Priscilla' got back to her lover. You never really knew why, but as the Gods watched from above, upon a scene of you singing to the town's children, not knowing about the power of your voice, they shook their heads in disapproval. You learn how to be more human now, slowly taking in their habits and learning how to hunt, run, jump, climb up trees and nurture flowers.

You learnt the history of humans, about wars, battles, bones and bloodshed. That was the part about humans that you hated the most. That they never learnt to co-operate and live in harmony, like sirens did. One thing that did surprise you though was that you never had a day when you missed the ocean or your life there. You knew you couldn't go onto the beach, because if you did, the beautiful scales on your magnificent tail, would start to glimmer again. And a girl's got to keep a lie, doesn't she?

"Priscilla darling!" Mrs Hwang's voice rang through the dressing room. "Oh my! You look so beautiful." Indeed you did look beautiful in the gorgeous blue gown that Hyunjin had given you, reminiscing about the time when you first got married. Your hair was done up into a gentle ponytail, which made you wince every now and then, from the pain of it sticking to your scalp. "Thank you mother." You smiled at Mrs Hwang. "Might I ask, what you are doing here?" Mrs Hwang let out a tiny laugh, and clutched her hand in yours. When she let go of it, you saw that she had placed something on your palm. An ornamental comb. It was beautiful, green glimmers here and there with a giant blue jewel adorning the top. Tortoise shell, you assumed, as you traced the outline of the comb. It looked oddly familiar. "I thought you'd like it dear." Mrs Hwang said, as she fixed in into your hair. "It was you sister's was it not?" You gulped and nodded, not being able to understand anything. "Poor Y/N." Mrs Hwang breathed out. "She was so sweet." She said, before leaving the room, leaving you confunded and slightly scared.

The wedding was beautiful and as you walked down the aisle, accompanied with three girls, who called themselves your friends, you couldn't help but feel something weird. Something like everything was going to come crashing down any second. Something, like disaster.

"My muse?" Hyunjin cooed to you, as both of you sat on his ivory bed. You sat on Hyunjin's lap, still in your wedding dress, as he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was almost midnight, since the walrus man insisted that they pour another shot of barrel wine until midnight. And now as you sat peacefully on Hyunjin's legs, feeling his hot breath hit your neck, there was an overwhelming sense of worry filling you.

"Priscilla? Darling are you listening?" Hyunjin said, cutting you out of staring at the bluejay outside the window. "Y-yes, my love." You stuttered. "What is it?" Instead of answering you, Hyunjin pulled you to him and kissed your lips harshly, biting them. "Hyunjin wha-" "Allow me to do this, my muse?" You nodded slowly, not knowing what the man in front of you, the man you gave up everything for, was about to do to you.

"God you're so pretty, my darling." He chuckled lowly as he moved his hands to your legs, sliding them up your thigh. You moaned out in pleasure, though you didn't know what he was doing. "Hyunjin~" you moaned as he took off your undergarments, and made his way down between your thighs.

"Oh I have been wanting to do this for so long." Hyunjin laughed, taking off his belt and putting you properly on the bed. He kissed you neck softly, all the while keeping his hand between your legs, massaging your privates. "Hyunjin- oh my!" You breathed out as he started moving his fingers faster.

"Priscilla?" Hyunjin slowly got out of the bed. "Priscilla what is this?" He gasped, his face turning into one of horror. "Hyunjin? What happened? Darling are you alright?" You asked him, while he kept staring at your legs. "You-you're not Priscilla." He whispered. You looked at his face, tears forming in his eyes and then looked down at your legs.

Of course. The Gods would never permit a siren and a human together would they? In the joy of the moment, of turning into a human, of getting a man whom you admired, you had forgotten one essential thing. You couldn't stay human, for more than a month. And you had been on land for two months atleast. Lies must always be revealed and yours seems to have come quicker. The scales. The scales of your tail had started reappearing from your thighs. And lucky you, Hyunjin had just saw it, as he bent down to your legs.

"Hyunjin! I can explain! No wait!" You cried as he picked up a dagger from the wall, as screamed for his guards. "Who are you, you wrench?" Pure fury ran through eyes. "What have you done to my Priscilla?" "No- Hyunjin I haven't done anything to her! I don't-" you cried. You could feel everything crashing and burning. You could feel Mother Earth wrapping her arms around you, telling you it was time to go. At that moment, all you could think about, was the ocean, the sea, the fish you would see everyday, Menthe combing your hair, Chan sending you a dimpled smile everytime he saw you. "Guards" Hyunjin commanded. "I want her by the hanging pole by sunset." He spat at you, before leaving the room. "Find out everything you can."

Love is a peculiar thing. We cannot ever exactly define it. It could be obsessive, friendly, or a dying hunger for each other's body. There were nine forms of love too, weren't there? Menthe always told you that you shouldn't ever go after the last form of love. Mania. That it was dark and cold and benefited no one. You would often heard the story of the boy who loved the sun so much that he flew towards it, on melted wings, and scorched feathers. No matter how much he fell, he still flew. And he didn't know that the Sun knew him too.

And the Sun always watched. Apollo watched from his golden chariot. He watched with his eagle eyes, along with Artemis, how Chan destroyed the town that night. How Menthe helped him, to set fire to every house, starting with the biggest one, where hyacinths grew aplenty. How Chan shed heavy tears over a girl who didn't know about him. Apollo watched, and he sighed, remembering the boy who flew towards him, begging for his love. Begging so much, not realising that the Sun couldn't reach him, and when he did, Icarus was all in Persephone's realm, buried deep underneath the sea, hearing the Siren's call one last time.

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[tired-of-being-nice]

not allowed to die (+ i love you)

febuwhump day 29!!!!!! we made it guys!!!! this is a combo of the actual prompt (not allowed to die) and an alt prompt (i love you), and oh boy, i've been planning it out for a LONG time >:D let's go!

content: some questionably healthy relationships, sickfic, fever specifically, mentions of death

Ray brings them towels, which Milo is disgustingly grateful for—it's a good thing Ray has so many favors to pay back, they have to keep reminding themself, or they'd owe her after all this.

But it's nice to no longer feel quite so much like a miserable wet cat, and they and Ray conduct in whispers a negotiation of the exact terms of this. Much of their relationship, really, has been built off of owed favors and transactions—it is precisely this that made Milo go to Ray first. They know that she will keep her end of a bargain and not try to find a way to screw them over with it, and in this way Ray is the closest thing Milo has to a friend.

The upshot of the negotiation is that Ray goes to get blankets and an Advil, and they bundle up Coren in the blankets and wake it up enough to convince it to take the Advil, and then they sit there for a long time. Ray actually gets out a book and starts reading. Coren dozes. Milo tries very, very hard not to doze off as well.

"I'm gonna go make myself something," Ray announces abruptly. "Should I make you something, too? Some soup?"

Milo would really, really like that, but they only have so many favors left, and they don't want it to swing the other way so they owe Ray. They shake their head.

Ray nods in understanding and goes over towards the kitchen. Milo sits. Glances over at Coren, cozy in its blanket nest. Looks down at their hands. Looks back to Coren.

Ah, fuck it. They peel back a few layers of blanket and tuck themself in next to Coren. It's still pretty out of it, but it doesn't seem to mind. It makes a pleased chirping noise and flops over on Milo.

Milo knows it's not exactly a good thing to do—it's actually probably really fucked up, they observe distantly, to use the shell of your former friend for heating. But fuck, they dragged it all the way here, and it was the kind of cold out that sinks into your bones and makes you think you'll never get warm again, and Coren always ran warm and with the fever they're even more so (and that's fucked up too, come on Milo they're literally sick and you're just– what are you doing) but it's too late, so there, Milo's done many bad things over the years and comparatively speaking this isn't much worse.

Coren is so warm. The warmth is slowly creeping back into Milo's skin, and their breathing is slow and even, and if Milo closes their eyes they can almost pretend they're back before any of this happened, that they're safe and warm on Coren's old couch and they're going to watch a movie.

(Not quite. Not exactly the same. Coren smells like blood and antiseptic, not like comfort and coffee, and it's so thin—god, don't they ever feed it over there? Milo hugs it closer, all the same. Close enough.)

"Coren," Milo whispers. "You in there? At all? Anything left?"

Coren doesn't respond.

"Coren," Milo says, now with a sense of urgency pressing at their throat, "please, even if you don't know me anymore, just– fuck, don't die on me, okay? You are not allowed to die on me. I'm forbidding it, it's forbidden. You will not die. Understand?"

Coren stirs a little, which startles Milo– they mean to actually wake it. "Mmm. Miley?"

Milo feels a jolt of shock run through their body. Coren hasn't called them that in years, are they dreaming or did it really just—

"Mileyyy," Coren repeats, sleepy grin spreading across its face. It bats a hand roughly in their direction. "What'dja say?"

Milo has to take a second to steady themself before they can respond. "Just– that– um. That you're not allowed to die."

"Oh," Coren says, blinking one eye slowly open and then closed again. "Mmokay. I'll do my best." It yawns, head lolling to the side. "I love youuu."

Milo feels like their insides have turned to ice. There's a faint humming in their ears, and they half-feel themself gently brush a strand of hair away from Coren's face.

"No you don't, Coren," Milo says gently. "That's just the fever talking. Go back to sleep, okay?"

Coren frowns. "But–"

"Shhh," Milo says, running their hands through its hair, and Coren sighs and relaxes into their touch, falling quickly back asleep.

Milo wishes they could do the same.

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[eletricheart]

I miss you

(Mother Miranda x fem!reader)

*image creds to the owner

Word count: 724

I gave the reader a name at the end, she's called Elizabeth (Eliza for short).

I got this idea from an specific scene from the book The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. It's a few letters exchanged by Miranda and Eliza. Just angst, sorry.

ps: not proofread, sorry for any mistakes.

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(1898 - age 8)

It was a sunny afternoon at the village. You and Miranda were hiding near a cave to read this new book supposedly about an old kingdom named Camelot.

You were sitting side by side, with you doing the reading and Miranda resting her head on your shoulder.

"Is this all true?" Miranda asked.

You paused the book and furrowed your brows. "I'm not sure."

She lifted and tilted her head in confusion. "Then, why are you reading it?"

You smiled. "For fun."

Miranda pouted. "I do not understand you."

You laughed and shook your head. "It's hard to explain. It's like there's no logic, you just find a character like you, relate to them and read it to the end. The reason I'm reading is to find out what happens to Merlin, and Arthur obviously."

Miranda huffed. "How could you relate to an elderly magician?"

You laughed. "Physical characteristics aside, even though he is different from everyone else, he still found true friendship. I suppose I like that." You responded with a shy shrug.

She slowly nodded, deeply in thought. "Can I be Arthur?"

You smiled. "Of course, we'll always be best friends."

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(1905)

Hi,

I apologize for leaving so suddenly. Father has forbidden me from seeing you ever since that night, and only a few days ago he decided to move to another town. My brother, Luke, said he would help me with the letters. After all, father can't find out about this, I don't know what he would do if that happened.

I'm sorry again, I hope you can forgive me.

Your magician,

Merlin

𓄿

Hello,

My dear, I never blamed you for leaving, you have told me many times of your family. Thankfully, mine does not care for me, therefore I am still "free".

I am truly glad your brother has decided to help with the delivery. My day brightens with news of you, even though nothing compares to having you by my side.

How is the new village? awful?

Your highness,

Arthur

𓄿

Hi,

To answer your question, yes the town is awful. Father has not only pulled me away from you but also forbidden me from leaving the house without him, as if I would run away. (I would)

What truly pains me the most is not seeing you. These past few months have felt like a decade without you here.

I wish I could see you again.

Your lov best friend,

Merlin

𓄿

(1909)

Hi, best mother of the world

My brother just brought the news, I'm so happy for you. I already adore the child. Eva is also a beautiful name. Was it inspired by the bible? and you said you didn't like fiction.

I've been trying to visit you the town. Things in my house have been calmer since Ew Edward arrived. I believe they're trying to arrange my marriage.

please save me

Your elderly,

Merlin

𓄿

Hello,

Eva is such a blessing, it is impressive how something this perfect came out of that disgusting man. Unfortunately the name was taken from that book, his family is religious.

I have also been saving some money for you. I promise we will see each other again.

Yours truly,

Arthur

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(1910)

This is Luke.

I am sorry for skipping the introductions, but this matter was urgent and I don't have much time. William saw your letters, I tried to defend my sister but once Edward interrupted I knew I couldn't win against them both.

They sent her away, I don't know where, and I'm sorry for that.

I tried recovering some of her sketches but they burned most of it, I only got one.

For what it's worth, she seemed to really love you.

From: Luke

𓄿

(unsent)

Dear Miranda,

Mira,

Dear?

Hi,

This letter is already starting very badly.

Things are weird in my house, father has been more observant than usual. Is it odd that I don't care?

I met this merchant, well, his son, duke. They said I could accompany them to our town. Fantastic, right?

I'm so happy to see you, I've missed you terribly. And I must meet little Eva. and steal her

See you soon ♡

I love you, Mira

Yours forever,

Mer Eliza

𓄿

(1919)

(unsent)

I miss you.

Please be alive.

I will find you.

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[hearted-anon]

Returning the love..

Words: 1.6k Notes: Binchan my heart T/w: Angst, intense.. Lee: Changbin Ler: Channie

For @itzsana-kiddingmenow

"Bin, am I worth it?" Chan's voice rang throughout the studio, sullenly slumping down into the couch. He had just ended a live where things didn't go as plan, making him spiral deep into thought about how he was really perceived by others. He usually confided these feelings into Changbin, the younger being his support to lean on through every hardship and negative thought he wished to get rid off. Tears welled up in his eyes, ready to lean onto the weight that held him steady during his hardships.

"Of course you are." Changbin replies, not looking back once at the sulking leader. His fingers drummed lightly to a beat they were making, as if lost in the dreams of his musicality to notice how the leader felt. Chan sniffled, hiding himself away in the corner of the couch as the rapper got consumed into the art of their production, awaiting his notice like a child who was deprived of their parents' care when they scraped their knee.

"But I'm not good enough..." The leader shuffled in his seat, Changbin snapping his head to lock eyes with him. How could he, of all people say he wasn't good enough? Bangchan, he who worked countless hours using up his blood, tears, life and soul dedicating himself to the members and entertainment to ensure stays hear their comebacks, he who comforted millions all over the world with speeches and hugs, dare say he wasn't good enough? If that was the case, then most people would be peasants underneath him then.

“You’re more than good, chan, I love you.” The younger sighs, the wheels of the chair squeaking in agony as he finally turned around to face the older, cupping Bangchan’s cheek with his hand to wipe away the tears gently with his index finger. The warmth of his hand felt like a cuddle blanket on winter day finally wrapped around him, making chan let out a soft smile to show off that dimple slightly, adding all the more to Changbin’s reasons on why he adorns his leader so much.

“I wouldn’t friend me if I was myself.” Bangchan mumbled, starting to sulk once more. The light in him dimmed down, flickering under Changbin's studious gaze, watching his every move from breathing patterns to every fidget, he saw it all. It almost scares the older, how much attention he's willing to put into cheering up the leader, never ever backing down from the depths of even hell to put a smile on everyone's face, almost like at the expense of himself.

"Don't say that, you're worth more than the world gives you." Changbin soothingly whispers, wrapping his arms around Chan to close up the holes in his heart that leaked out tears akin to a tap, never ending unless closed to the brim. Chan sobbed quietly, burying his head into the shoulder he sought warmth in, trembling and shaking as the bottle tipped over, spilling out its contents in the form of salty tears that soaked into Bin's shoulder. They laid in comfortable silence, neither daring to move an inch or more so make a breath deep enough to interrupt the currents of aircon that embraced them both coolly.

Eventually, the rapper shuffled awkwardly, as if his mouth entailed forbidden words that were stuck, his tongue caught along the strings of not wanting to hurt others. The leader silently rubbed at Changbin's back, coaxing the words out of him slowly but surely as a cough finally submerged from the quiet studio they both once basked in.

"Do you love me?" He choked out softly, afraid, scared that he had tugged too hard at the leader's heartstrings, afraid that he was asking for too much. He felt the frustration bubble up in him but also the lump forming in the back of his throat, conflicted between his emotions and his want to give the right, but icy advice at he struggled to get out. Bangchan's eyes widened at the question he himself had asked mere moments ago, as if the hourglass had flipped, their roles reversed. Of course he loved Changbin, there isn't a reason not to love the bubbly, outgoing rapper who could finish at work pile seriously when needed in a matter of days. However, he still hesitated, hesitated in giving the comfort the rapper gave him that he needed to return, and he didn't know why.

"Yea." Came the short reply of the leader, solemnly staring at the floorboards in the distance that seemed to nag at him for the lack of response. Changbin didn't complain, only releasing the hug to go back to his dreams and fantasies of music again. The hint of a frown was evident on the rapper's face, the clicking sounds seeming to drown out his thoughts mindlessly. However, Bangchan's satisfaction for the comfort never ended, although he felt extreme guilt for wanting more than he should've bargained for,

It would never be enough for him, wouldn't it?

"Changbin, I don't think I'm worth-" Bangchan mummured, fiddling with his fingers that grew to be clammy, sweating away its endless worries with the cold wind that evaporated its droplets. Changbin didn't respond, calmly heaving a sigh. But with the way the mouse squeezed under his hands threatened to break under the pressure with strips of veins poking out sneakily, his breaths interchanging unstably from quick and shallow to deep and calm told Chan otherwise on how he really felt.

"Do you even love yourself?" Changbin interrupted, the once calm and peaceful rapper looked like he was about to boil over in frustration with how he was tensed up despite his tone trying to reassure the leader. Bangchan flinched at the harsh underlying tone, he knew it was bound to happen. He knew his constant want to be comforted was going to drive anyone crazy at one point, no one could withstand their efforts amounting to nothing after all, it just left more scars than they would come into help with.

But yet something in Bangchan wouldn't stop pressing those buttons, as if wanting Changbin to overflow.

"...No." Was all Bangchan could get out, he was silent at the question. It felt slightly ridiculous, he thought he was expressive enough at the lack of self-love he had, but the piercing glare the younger had on the computer kept him at bay from questioning anything further, not wanting to press in any further to the buttons he had already broken. To his surprise, Changbin only pressed his temples together before gently massaging the area, almost to tell him how disappointed he was.

"You must love yourself before anyone else can love you." Changbin muttered, looking like the last of his energy was finally sucked away, his eyes held a tale of murky water, blank and deep and unable to look beyond its surface. Bangchan couldn't wrap his head around what he just heard, was the younger out of it? He knew of all people that Chan was almost incapable of loving himself, the little bursts of effort he used to put into even trying wearing down overtime when he barely made progress, just slumping back down to leaning onto the rapper for his every insecure need.

"No." The kangaroo repeated his words from before, refusing his words in an instant. He knew the words Changbin spoke were nothing short of the truth, but he didn't let it sink in. He couldn't believe himself, how was someone like him going to love someone as disgusting, downright filth as himself? His heart throbbed with shame, but it only deepened when Changbin simply stood from his chair like the singular dry response that the older gave, and left. The soft breeze of the air conditioner suddenly became humid, as Bangchan became more anxious of where the rapper had gone.

Maybe if he had tried, things would be different.

.....................................

Bangchan exhaled shakily, turning the door knob to the studio, dimly lit by flickering lights. It had been almost a year now, the kangaroo struggling to move a step into the rundown area. The scent of flowers lingered throughout, forever torturing him of things that poked the back of his mind like claws. He walks over solemnly to the table, pencil marks everywhere, little doodles of love that faded out along with his heart, a piece of paper half blank, the other filled with memories that taunted him.

Hesitantly picking up a pencil, he draws a flower, a flower that has wilted over time, drawing him out past his memories. The kind that flowed on top of the now lonely wind, the breeze that used to comfort them and bring them ever so closer, only to now chill him down to the bone. Chan felt tears welling up into his eyes again, but who could now comfort him when he felt this sad? Blinking back tears, he shut them for a moment, only to see him in that chair, the giggling echoing throughout the room as Chris could only think of him.

Kneeling down next to records that wilted overtime, Bangchan was now left alone again to wander these lonely streets that called out his name, only to be ignored as his heart squeezed and longed for someone else's comfort, and he knew exactly who. He wailed and trembled, screaming out in agony as he begged helplessly for the guiding light that was now put out, tears that streamed down his face knowing that nothing would ever change now.

With a slight tremble he lifts his head again, his ears were filled with the soft hum of the song they both used to sing together. Hiccupping through the pain, he sings along with what he refused to believe was a hallucination, bringing him the peace that finally settled along with the love in his heart, the strings that tugged with guilt finally set free, maybe, just maybe...

The floral scent that lingered awhile longer, stayed with him throughout that walk.

#I lied #its all angst #L #binchan ml #sorry #not rly #haha #happy late april fools #..?

[soobhyun]

BTS AS ROMANCE TROPES : the series

FEATURING : kim seokjin, min yoongi, kim namjoon, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook

AUTHOR'S NOTE : i want to give my love and thanks to @koostarcandy for greatly helping me with this series , and to @thvblossom , and @too-many-fandom for their input <3

status : ongoing , no set schedule for updates

taglist is open ; send an ask, msg, or comment to be added !

> introducing KIM SEOKJIN as FORBIDDEN LOVE.....

with you and seokjin being each other's sole companion in the ruthless world of the elite, it was no less than certain that you two were inseparable. seokjin was the heir to the largest empire in south korea, and the son to figures who valued their wealth over their child. when it was announced that seokjin was to be married off to another, you would be lying if you said it was unexpected. you and jin both knew that it was only a matter of time before your love would have to end.

> read the full story here

> introducing MIN YOONGI as RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME.....

with a talent for rapping that others envied and the second nature for producing, min yoongi, also known by his alias, agust d, is finally recruited under big hit entertainment. countless restless nights in his room turned makeshift studio seemed to had finally paid off when his skills had finally been recognized. being offered a one way ticket out of daegu and to his dreams should be a decision easily made - if it wasn't for the girl he would be leaving behind if he did so.

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> introducing KIM NAMJOON as FORCED PARTNERS.....

you hated photography class and you hated how you knew not a single person in there- not a single person except for kim namjoon. while you had no personal involvement with him, you would often unwillingly hear about him since your classmates routinely gushed about their adoration for him. while he was not oblivious to half the school constantly fawning over him, he never acknowledged it and kept to himself - you thought it was odd for someone so popular to be so reclusive. when an upcoming group project worth half of your grade leaves you partnered up with him, you two of you are forced to spend the majority of your time together.

> read the full story here

> introducing JUNG HOSEOK as SUMMER LOVE.....

jung hoseok and you met on your summer trip to seoul. the plan was for you to get out of the states and stay with your gradnma for the entirety of your summer break. with hoseok living right next door to your grandma's house, the two of you were bound to meet. hesitant waves and awkward greetings quickly became full blown laughter and spending every day glued to each other's side. with the sun beaming on your back and hoseok's hand wrapped around yours, the summer felt eternal. but as much as you wanted the summer to last forever, august was quickly approaching. soon your time in korea would be over and so would the momentary love you shared with hoseok.

> read the full story here

> introducing PARK JIMIN as SOULMATES.....

park jimin was a firm believer of fate. he believed that every single event that played or would play out had been pre-determined and invariably woven in the fabric of time. when you had moved into jimin's neighborhood at the ripe age of 16, he believes that it is the one time the universe had been in his favor. when a black line in the shape of your name drew at the expanse of his wrist when he was 18, he believes that the universew truly does love him. when you leave him at the age of 20, he finds he candidly hates what he believes in.

> read the full story here

> introducing KIM TAEHYUNG as UNREQUITED LOVE....

from kim taehyung chasing you with the insects he found in your backyard, to the two of you going together to prom since you had no date, the both of you would always be found side by side. it wasn't until you had reached adulthood had you reluctantly realized that the feelings you harbored for him were no longer of friendship, but love. however, you would not risk all the years of friendship on a selfish whim - especially since taehyung was perfectly happy with another.

> read the full story here

> introducing JEON JUNGKOOK as THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY.....

spending the entirety of your life in seoul, you had grown to hate it. with the same monotonous people and repetitive days, you craved for something different - a change. the only hesitation you had was in the form of your best friend, jeon jungkook. jungkook was the only consistent part of your life you had no objections with. you had lived in seoul for your entire life, but you had never considered it to be home - that titled belonged to him. when you had finally landed an opportunity to get out of seoul and pursue your dreams, you take it. you thrive in california without the suffocation that seoul brought, but a piece of you still longed for the boy you left behind. after years of no communication, your phone rings, displaying a familiar caller id.

> read the full story here

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fluff #bts angst #seokijn #suga #yoongi #august d #namjoon #jhope #hoseok #hobi #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #seokjin angst #seokjin fluff #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #namjoon angst #namjoon fluff

[aswho1estuff]

It’s like,

Totally Masterlist !

The way you move { ballerina! Black reader x step up Moose, opposites attract, art school, coming of age ish } ->

Two half’s of the same coin{gxg, p0c, popular reader x loser, plastic x plastic, mean girls but lesbo} ->

Queendom {kpop, idol au, girl group, p0c} ->

School of vanity{school of arts, populars x losers, in-crowd x out-crowd, popular girl x new girl, mean girl, p0c, teen movie character types/tropes}->

How to: lose a guy in 10 ways { Bestfriend! Black Reader x Rodrick, Mean girl! reader, the mean girl’s best friend, 2nd hbc, high school tropes, doawk rodrick, one sided}->

Thee other women { Older! Black Reader x NCT Jungwoo, cheating husband, revenge, older fem reader, inspired by "The Other Woman"} ->

Spy under coverz {Spy! Black Reader x Spy Wayv Yang Yang, enemies 2 lovers / coworkers 2 lovers, } ->

I love it, my designer {inspired by nct 127-designer, Designer! Photographer! Black Reader x Model! Actor! Stray Kids Hyunjin, failing marriage, cheating husband, cheating n general, older fem reader, forbidden trope}->

Faster {Black Reader x Racer! NCT Yuta, car racing, enemies to lovers}->

€ure 4 lov£ {Young Love? Male lead x Black Reader, zombie apocalypse, coming of age ish}->

The boys next door {older! Rixh! Black Reader x playboy bunnies! Ateez Seonghwa/ Nct Yuta/ TXT Yeonjun/ Stray Kids Felix, inspired by playboys “the girls next door”}->

A million views {good girl trope! Black Reader x Popular Mean! Male lead, battle of the bands ish, art school au, family feud}->

Extras:

a. A summer trip to:______ ___ _____-> {around the world/ black girl travel.}

B. Poem !$|n

c. I'm the _____ series {iconic black fem rappers! Insert x classic tropes! leads}

d. Alexa play ⏯️: __ {song inspired mini stories}

#masterlist #two halfs series #the way you move series #queendom series #how to series #school of vanity series #thee other women series #€ure 4 lov£ series #faster series #my designer series #the boys next door series #A summer trip to: Masterlist #a million views masterlist #im the _ series #how to : masterlist #spy under coverz masterlist #alexa play ⏯️:

[miryum]

We’re blinding ourselves- Greek Mythology AU (Newt x Reader)

Requested by the lovely @the-bibliophile-public-library

Warnings: Light swearing, some angst with a happy ending, and idiots in love

Just as a reminder, there are the characters: Zeus is Ava Paige, Hera is Janson, Athena is Teresa, Ares is Gally, Poseidon is Thomas, Artemis is Sonya, Apollo is Harriet, Aphrodite is Minho, Hermes is Reader, Hesita is Newt, Demeter is Jorge, Persephone is Brenda, and Hades is Alby. 

“I don’t like this.” Y/n muttered to Brenda. “He keeps refusing my desires to court him! Why doesn’t he want me to court him?! I’m a great courter! I’ve courted many a person!”

“Is that the problem?” Brenda side-eyed her friend. “He feels as if he’s just another one of the group. Also, there’s that small matter of him committing to virginity?”

“Yeah.” Y/n sighed and put her hands on her hips. “That is a small problem.”

“I can’t believe I’m about to say this, and I know you’re to dismiss it,” Brenda said, as they watched Newt on the other side of the room, “but is it possible you could… let this go?”

“I understand that he’s nervous about all the other people I’ve courted,” Y/n continued, not listening to Brenda, “but they were hundreds of years ago! He’s the only one I’ve been fixated on for… at least one hundred and seventy years! Except Alexander. He was cute. But he was still fifty years ago! Seriously,” she turned to Brenda, “I think Newt’s different. I haven’t felt this deeply for someone in my entire existence. I think I might really like him, Brenda. Even love him.” 

“This is Newt we’re talking about, am I correct? The same Newt who is quiet, motherly, and a self-proclaimed virgin? Who loves to go down and talk to the mortals? Why do you admire him?” The pair watched as Newt smiled to himself, watching his fire grow. 

Y/n scoffed. “That’s what I love about him! He’s kind and thoughtful. He loves everyone and takes care of them. Yet puts his foot down when he needs to and gets crap done.” 

“Could it also be the fact that he’s the one person who doesn’t want you to court him? That he’s unattainable?” Brenda asked, lifting a brow. 

“Maybe.” Y/n grumbled. 

“I think you need to let him go.” Brenda said, “Find a random mortal to take your mind off Newt. It’ll do you good and get past your infatuation with him.” 

“It’s not an infatuation!” Y/n argued, “I have real feelings for him.” 

“Like Minho struck you himself?” Brenda asked sarcastically. 

“Yes!” Y/n ignored the sarcasm. “But fine,” she sighed, “I’ll go find a lowly mortal to chase until my ‘infatuation’ goes away.” Y/n stuck out her tongue at her friend before her sandals’ wings popped open and flew her down the mountain. 

“Sonya, Newt.” Brenda approached the hearth, greeting both gods. Sonya was sitting by the boy, chatting with him. The two were close, almost acting like brother and sister. 

“Hello Brenda.” Both gods said. Newt lifted a hand in a wave, the flames flickering around it. 

“And what is the pair of you talking about?” Brenda sat on a bench next to them. She and Sonya shared a glance. 

“Talking about Newt’s forbidden love for Y/n.” Sonya bluntly said. 

“What?!” Newt cried, “No! I don’t lov- like Y/n! I am a virgin god! I don’t have idiotic feelings for anyone!” 

“That seemed awfully defensive of you.” Sonya commented. Newt’s fire flared up and Sonya laughed. 

“Why have you been refusing Y/n advances at courting?” Brenda tilted her head. Sonya looked interested in the answer as well. 

“I am a virgin god.” Newt said frankly, looking proud of himself. 

“It’s interesting that you didn’t say the reason was because you don’t like her back.” Sonya accused quietly, hiding behind her hand. Brenda snorted. 

Newt was offended. “I never- I was…” He stuttered, trailing off. 

“Perhaps you should go down to Earth and relax as a mortal for a while?” Sonya suggested, “You always like that, don’t you? Pretend to be another person and clear your worries.” 

“I might like that.” Newt said before Brenda could protest. He nodded, stood, and walked off. 

Brenda squeaked out a high-pitched noise and turned, aghast, to Sonya. “What?” Sonya asked, confused.

“I just sent Y/n down to Earth as well.” 

“Ooh…” Sonya inhaled sharply. “Well, Earth is a large place. What may the chances be that they run into one another?” 

“Hopefully slim to none.” 

**

Y/n walked among the streets of Sparta, not feeling free at all. Even though there were many handsome young men and women, all who looked at her with interest, her mind couldn’t leave Newt. She kicked up dirt, staring at the ground. While Y/n loved Earth, sometimes she wished she could just whip out her winged sandals and soar above everyone. 

“Excuse me?” A voice behind her caught her attention. Y/n turned around to see a young gentleman behind her. “Oh,” the young man frowned, “sorry, you looked like someone I knew.” 

Y/n got that a lot on her time on Earth. She didn’t like to change her appearance much, other than the shape and colour of a few features, so a lot of mortals thought they recognized her from her statues in the temples. 

“It’s okay.” She said, “I get that a lot.”

“I’m Paul.” The young man stuck out his hand and Y/n shook it. He had dark brown curly hair and brilliant green eyes. He smiled warmly at her and Y/n couldn’t help but feel deja-vu. 

“Uh, Marie.” Y/n chose the first name that came to mind. 

“Very nice to meet you, Marie. What brings you to Sparta?” Paul asked, gesturing for her to continue walking. 

“And how do you conclude I’m not a native?” 

“The way you hold yourself. You seem to be looking for something.” Paul swept a hand to the citizens. “They all have a purpose. You’re simply wandering the streets.” 

“A keen eye.” Y/n complimented, “You deduced correctly. I’m not from Sparta. I’m here to… take a vacation you could say. My life is very busy and my mind always turning. I was hoping to take some of that stress away.” 

“What is your mind turning about?” Paul asked. 

“That’s quite personal, don’t you think, Paul?” Y/n asked, thoughts wandering to Newt. 

“Pardon my intrusion.” Paul chuckled. 

“And what about you? You don’t seem like a citizen of Sparta.” Y/n turned to look at the young man walking beside her. 

“I’m not. Same as you, I’ve come to get away from my home. There was this… girl.” Paul sighed, seeming a bit wistful. 

“A girl?” Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Oh, do tell.” 

** Newt had come down to Earth, just as Sonya suggested. Even though he was less than hopeful it would work, Newt had indeed found his mind off the subject of Y/n. He had met a lovely mortal girl, by the name of Marie. She wasn’t from Sparta, as Newt had learned, and she was hesitant about her home and past. Not that Newt minded; after all, he was secretive about his home on Mt. Olympus as well.

Marie seemed familiar in an odd way. Her demeanour seemed sad and melancholy, but Newt was sure there was more underneath the surface. He had originally thought she was Y/n, off to run deliveries to demigods or something other, but it had turned out not to be. He had told his name was Paul, as to not scare her away with his celestial being. 

“Back at home,” Newt hesitantly said, “I’ve forbidden myself to marry.” 

“Why?” Marie frowned, confused. 

“I’ve never found interest in it.” Newt shrugged, hands clasped behind his back. “But then a girl came along. She was amazing. The life of the party and every boy wanted her. She was always working, however. Never got a break. Though, I guess that was because of her parents and boss. The problem was two things: one, she had many relationships throughout the years and I never felt good enough for her. Two, I had sworn myself a virgin. It’s wrong and against myself to feel those feelings for her, but I can’t help it. I can’t tell her, can I? I would be breaking my vow and making a fool of myself.” 

Marie paused, then said, “Well, does she like you back? Does she want you to court her?” 

Newt huffed a laugh. “That’s the terrible irony of it. She’s expressed her love for me many times. She’s been wanting to court me herself. I’ve refused on account that I’m a virgin, and I don’t want to be another one among the masses. I want to mean something to her.”

Marie said, “This sounds like a problem one of my friends is having.”

“And what did they do about it? I would love some suggestions.” 

Marie sighed. “They ran away from it. And although they might’ve never forgiven themselves, they did find someone else. They felt content and happy with that person.” 

“But did they feel the love and passion you’re supposed to feel in a relationship?” 

Marie looked at him, lips slightly turned in a smile. “They have yet to find out.” 

Just then, a loud clap of thunder struck the air and rain started falling. Newt saw this as Ava’s reminder to hurry back to Mt. Olympus. “I have to go.” He said quickly, “I’m sorry.” 

“As do I.” Marie started to hurry away. 

“Wait!” Newt called back to her, “Can I see you again? I enjoyed our talk. And I would love to hear what happens to your friend.”

“Uh…” Marie glanced at the now dark sky. “Perhaps, I think so. In a week? Same place and time?” 

Newt grinned. “I can’t wait.”

**

Both Y/n and Newt had infrequented Mt. Olympus in the past months. All of the gods had noticed changes in both of them. Y/n had worked less and seemed more cheerful and relaxed overall. She had been seen taking a nap, something that she’d never been able to do, due to her schedule. Newt had started humming to himself while tending the fire and had engaged in the gods’ councils more often. He was speaking up for himself, showing off his opinions. 

Sonya, Brenda, and Minho had been seen huddled together, whispering and shooting glances every which way. The trio was hell-bent on getting the two gods together. Sonya, although respecting his wishes as a virgin, saw how he loved Y/n- no matter his oath. Brenda, albeit seeing many of Y/n’s other lovers, somehow knew this one was different. Y/n had been right; she hadn’t been with anyone in a very long time just because of Newt. Minho, not caring that Newt was a virgin, was desperate to push them together; he was the god of love and wanted to see some between some of his best friends. 

“As much as I love that Newt’s in love,” Minho sighed, “I hate that it’s not with Y/n!”

“We should be happy for them.” Sonya said. 

“Be realistic,” Brenda cut in, “they both are in love with mortals. What happens when their mortals die?” 

“They’ll be heartbroken.” Sonya said. 

“And single!” Minho gasped, “Then they could be together!” 

“In fifty years!” Brenda protested, “I don’t know. How long do mortals live?”

Sonya ignored her, “These humans are good for them. If you haven’t noticed, Newt’s been much more outgoing and extroverted. Y/n’s taking breaks for once and is finally getting her mind off Newt. It’s bringing out the best in them.”

“Yeah,” Minho whined, “but they’re not together! I don’t like it! As the god of love, I would like to think I have final say over these things.”

“You can’t force someone to love someone else.” 

“That’s literally my job description!” 

“Look,” Sonya gazed down at Earth, “how happy Newt is with his mortal.” 

The three gods watched as a different-looking Newt lazily walked along with Marie. The two were laughing over something he had said. 

“No,” Brenda corrected, “that’s Y/n with her mortal. See?” The gods peered down to see the deities forms shimmering in human bodies. Y/n and Newt walked together down a street in Sparta, not knowing it was the other they were talking to.

“Wait.” Minho chuckled dryly, “Are you saying that Y/n and Newt are each others’ mortals, yet they don’t know it? Y/n doesn’t know that Paul is Newt, and Newt doesn’t know that Y/n is Marie?” 

His question was met with silence. The gods stared down at Earth, mouths agape and eyes wide. 

“Fuck….” 

**

“Newt, we need to talk.” Minho sashayed up to his friend, sitting down next to the hearth. He, Sonya, and Brenda had decided that bluntness was the best way to go. If they tried to cushion Newt’s fall, maybe the fall wouldn’t be as long. 

“Yes?” Newt looked up at the trio. 

“We’ve noticed you falling for a mortal, Marie.” Minho started. Newt instantly protested. 

“I am not in love! Especially not with a mortal and I am a vir-”

“Shut it with the virgin god crap.” Minho cut him off, “You love Marie and Y/n. Stop denying you love Y/n. But there is one small problem. Y/n and Marie are the same person.”

“What?” Newt’s mouth fell open. “No. That’s not possible.” 

“It is,” Sonya intervened. “You’ve just been ignoring the godly aura coming off of Marie. You’ve been pulling the wool over your own eyes, forcing it to be knotted up tight. You’ve known it was Y/n all along.” 

“No, I didn’t!” Newt’s fire grew along with his voice. “And why didn’t you tell me sooner?! I could’ve spared my heart!”

“So you do love her!” Minho crowed. 

“Not the time.” Brenda hissed, snacking his shoulder.

“I- I won’t. I’ll pretend she’s not. I promise she won’t know the difference!” Newt tried to negotiate. “I mean, I can’t be in love with Y/n. I’ve been rejecting her since… forever. I couldn’t do that to her- or Marie. Why do I feel terrible? How did Y/n never figure it out?”

“Same as you,” Sonya took one of his hands, patting it reassuringly. “She wanted to love Paul so she could forget Newt. The problem is, her scheme unintentionally got her closer to Newt. As did your scheme.”

“I just can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.”

“The heart sees what’s invisible to the eye.” Sonya smiled.

“The heart wants what it wants.” Minho inputted, smirking.

“The heart has reasons that reason does not know.” Brenda added coyly.

After a minute where Newt was lost in his head, lines coming together and strings untangling, pieces lining up and the scale of Justice weighing its turn, he spoke. “Alright,” he said. “I love Y/n. I see that now.” His eyes flickered up. “Have you told her about… me and Paul?”

“No.”

“Good. I want to be the one to tell her.” 

Newt knew where he would find Y/n. She would be in her room, resting from a day of deliveries. He knocked on her door. “Y/n?” 

“Come in.” Newt entered the room to find Y/n sitting on her bed, reading a scroll with a lazy smile on her face. “Oh, hi Newt.” 

“Hi.” Newt sat down. “Can we talk?” 

“Uh, sure. But make it quick. I have a meeting I need to get to.” Y/n glanced out the window at the Sun, which was really just Harriet flying across the world. 

“With Paul?” Newt guessed, knowing full well that they had planned to meet up today. 

“How did you know?” Y/n looked accusingly at him. “I haven’t told anyone about him- much less his name.” 

Newt sighed. “This is going to sound crazy,” he began, “but Paul isn’t who you think he is.” He paused and looked at Y/n. She was glaring at him with something between scepticism and hesitance. “I’m Paul.” 

“What?” She laughed, as if she didn’t believe him. The wings from her sandals sprouted, starting to whiz all over the place. Y/n patted at them until they stopped. “No, you’re not.” 

“I am, and I can prove it.” Newt’s form shifted until he was an exact replica of Paul. He stared at Y/n with eyes that didn’t look like his, but emotion that was identical to the mortal’s. Y/n hated to admit it, but standing before her was her Paul. But her Paul was Newt. 

“No. You’re lying,” Y/n said, standing and backing up from him. Newt changed back into his true, godly form. “This is all some cruel, evil joke on me. I would expect something from me, but you, Newt? I’m the trickster here, not you! I’ve finally moved on from you and accepted your boundaries which I probably should’ve done from the beginning, but I was so enamoured by you that I didn’t care. And after all of that, when I finally lent my heart to another, you come in here just to mess it up and claim that you’re my love.”

“But I am!” Newt cried. He seemed distraught, but quickly took a deep breath. He didn’t believe it at first either. “Please. I didn’t know that you were Marie.” Y/n flinched at the name. “But Minho, Sonya, and Brenda made me see it. We were blinding ourselves, Y/n. We didn’t want to see each other.” 

“But I loved you.” Tears came to the goddess’ eyes. “And then I finally found myself in another. Why can’t we just ignore that?” 

“Because I love you!” Newt shouted. He inhaled shakily, almost wanting to retract the words that were suspended in the air. They seemed to float there, neither one wanting them to fizz out. “I love you.” Newt said again. He sniffed, running a hand down his face to try and kill the tears that were forming. “I really do. And I wanted to ignore it, but everyday it just kept getting stronger. All the things you did just made me love you more. A- And maybe that’s why I love Marie. Because you’re her. Because I got to see the raw, true you. I’ve never wanted to love. I wanted to shield myself from the heartbreak I saw every single day, but I couldn’t. Love happened anyway. It’s inevitable. And I’m so glad it is. Because I get to love you. I know you’re confused and hurt right now, but I hope that you can look past that for one second and see your true feelings so I know if I’m going to be the happiest anyone has ever been, or the most miserable.” 

Deafening silence filled the room. Newt waited and waited for Y/n to say something, but she was lost in her thoughts. After what felt like an eternity, Newt nodded and turned. “Come find me once you make a decision.” 

“Wait.” Y/n’s voice cut like glass. Newt looked back at her, bracing. “I love you too.” Y/n smiled a tear-stained smile. “I can’t make as big of a declaration as you can, but I hope you know that through all the uncertainty and doubt, my feelings are still there. And maybe, at some point, those feelings were for Paul, but you’re him, right?” Newt nodded, grinning brilliantly. “I guess I love you.” Y/n stated. 

Newt enveloped her in a hug. Y/n laughed lightly and hugged him back. “Really?” Newt whispered, “You truly love me?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then can I kiss you?” 

“Yes.” 

In the throne room, Minho gasped and breathed out, “It’s happening!”

#newt x reader #tmr newt x reader #newt x y/n #newt #newtie #newt imagines #newt oneshot #au #god au #greek mythology au #deity au #god #goddess #greek mythology #deity #thomas brodie sangster #thomas #tmr thomas #ava paige #ava #wicked #minho #tmr minho #sonya #brenda #harriet #hermes #apollo #hestia #hestia x reader

[nanajokitty]

As a person who doesn't actually ship any characters, writing for DabiHawks Week 2024 has been very fun. It started as a way to get rid of writer's block and has been very helpful. Hopefully I will actually be able to write genuine romance ^^'

I'm trying to include as many prompts as possible while keeping it PG13-ish (including the NSFW and Dead Dove prompts, with some more as offhand references and others key plot points), and also each one will be a crossover. Just to make it more fun.

Day 1 (sci-fi) will be a Star Trek crossover, specifically in The Next Generation era. Section 31 spy Hawks and mixed species terrorist Dabi. (Done)

Day 2 (mythology) will be an Avatar the Last Airbender myth told by a canon character, with non-bender Touya and airbender Hawks (with brief avatar!shouto and friends cameos). (Editing stages)

Day 3 (arranged marriage) will be Ouran High School Host Club. Keigo is a scholarship student and popular host, and Touya is the disinherited rich boy. Speedrunning enemies to loves (well, enemies to queerplatonic partners) (Drafting stage)

Day 4 (post-war/wound care) will be Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, with bird chimera!Hawks and homunculus!Dabi (Editing almost complete)

Day 5 (forbidden love) will be Soul Eater. Weapon!Hawks, Meister!Miruko and witch!Dabi (Outline stages)

Day 6 ('Til death do us part) is Dungeon Meshi, with hopeless romantic and terrible cook Hawks and overly obsessive monster cooker Dabi (outline stages. I also need to watch all of the show)

Day 7 (Songfic) is Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with siren!Hawks and Slayer!Dabi (with potential!Shouto and monster!LoV cameos). Everyone will be genderswapped, because I couldn't NOT do it that way (outline stages)

#I'm so aro it's comical #dabihawks #DabiHawksWeek24 #dabihawks week #crossover #hotwings #dabi x hawks

[paperpeachy]

thought a lil too hard ab how the legion of stationery are referred to as 'origami making tools' and how pixls are described as 'thinking tools'. does the forbidden 'fold of life' technique that gave the los sentience have any relation to the forbidden pixl making magic. when u first meet olivia she says she feels trapped in between dimensions so basically i would lov to know what it all means

#misc #okau gn