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the sun & the stars | 05 | kth

title ; the sun & the star pairing ; taehyung x you

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taehyung’s known you almost his whole life - his sister’s best friend, the girl who invades his home and his life on the daily. you’re the one who gave his sister the nickname ‘sky’ to begin with - and also the one who relented when he whined about it at age five and said okay, you can be the stars, then. it’s funny, because to him, you’re just the petty, mischievous neighbor from across the street with a penchant for stealing his snacks. but over the years, you’ve somehow landed yourself a reputation that stretches beyond the 1.5 year age gap he has with you - for someone who generally likes to keep things low key, you sure have a way of drawing attention. sky’s friendly, teasing best friend is known for being cold, impassive, and immovable. which is weird, because when he’s around you, all he sees are unabashed grins and terrible jokes. until he realizes maybe he doesn’t know you like he thought he did. maybe they’re right - it just so happens that the walls you throw up around him look a little different from the walls you throw up around everyone else.

tracklist ; willow - taylor swift, give me your forever - zack tabudlo ft. billkin, limbo - keshi

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i cannot believe i still didn't manage to finish this out woops but here is part five, pls enjoy :) the next part will probably be just a short epilogue !

tags ; college!au, best friend’s little brother!au, childhood friends to lovers, angst, fluff, mentions of absent parents and financial instability, insecurity, brief mentions of infidelity, sun is a words of affirmation girlie, yoongi cameo!!

you don’t make it a habit to think about seokjin. but sometimes he sneaks in, slips past your defenses, and he floods you.

the moment he first smiled at you, you knew it was game over. seokjin had you wrapped around his finger and you were too willing to let him play you like a puppet on strings.

you suppose a dog on a leash would be a more accurate metaphor. you’d convinced yourself you’d follow him to the ends of the world and back, just to see that smile. you wanted a white picket fence home badly enough to settle for being the family pet.

seokjin made you laugh, effortlessly. he never once looked at you the way others whispered about you, the beginnings of your reputation and the wildfire rumors that you didn’t care enough to put out. he treated you only as the way he saw you: defiant, childish, even a little bit shy.

the truth is that if hoseok hadn’t told you what was happening between seokjin and sky, you never would’ve even noticed, so wrapped up in his pretty eyes and pretty smile and pretty words.

you loved him. you did.

you were just never going to choose him over sky, no matter how you loved him.

whatever damage he left you with, you’ve refused to acknowledge. you admit to the hurt, but you don’t admit to its depth. how far it’s sunk into you, how the poison spreads to all the other wounds you have, slowly burning you to ash.

because seokjin is a reminder that every possibility of the home you dream of is a lie. you don’t ever get to come home to someone. all those nights he fell asleep with you on the phone, the pseudo-concept of someone tucking you into bed, all of it was a mirage.

you don’t get to have a family that’s there when you need them. you don’t get to have a family that hangs up holiday lights with you, or goes on vacations together, or helps you unpack at your freshman year college dorm. you know your parents work hard and try their best, but there’s no stepping around the fact that they weren’t there for you. they aren’t. they’re absent and you have no choice but to be grateful even if you feel resentful, too. you have to sit with the guilt of that resentment, knowing you don’t get to have what all the other kids around you have - you’re the outlier. you’re the one whose parents you can never find in the crowd. whose parents are never home.

you used to think seokjin could sort of be like home.

he wasn’t. turns out, what you knew all along was true: sky is your home.

taehyung is your home.

yet, even knowing this, they felt so far away. maybe it’s your fault, for watching too many shows and too many commercials about happy families with kids who get to live carefree childhoods. who don’t jump from one shift to another to class then back to work, who spend their afternoons in front of frozen yogurt counters, talking and laughing, instead of behind them, handing out change and cleaning up after they’ve gone. you’ve been working since before you were legally allowed to, paid under the counter just to stock up spare change.

when you were younger, it was easier. kids don’t know any better. can’t tell the differences as easily. but the older you got, the more obvious it became. and the less you wanted anyone to notice.

the jealousy doesn’t sit well with you. but it is there, and you never wanted sky and taehyung to know. you don’t think it’s fair. sky and taehyung are lucky to be so loved and protected, and you would never wish them any worse off kind of life, but the days add up and the nights pass and sometimes, when you were younger, you’d stare outside your window towards their house, and feel so, terribly, far away.

envy is the monster living under your bed. loneliness is the one that sleeps next to you.

it’s only been a couple days. but every time another sunset passes, taehyung feels himself grow more and more on edge, the anxiety gnawing away at him.

he camps out by his window, trying to catch sight of you coming home from your shifts, but somehow you still manage to elude him. the fight lingers in his mind and it feels brutal, replays on a loop, taehyung’s own personal torture mechanism.

sky can tell something’s shifted in taehyung’s mood. something larger than the fact that you still haven’t stopped by, with enough time passed that even their parents are asking about you. sky doesn’t push, though, only asks on occasion if he wants to join her whenever yoongi drops by to pick her up to visit hoseok.

taehyung doesn’t join. the guilt is eating away at him, knowing that the reason you won’t come over now includes him and the careless things he said that night.

you don’t pick up his calls. you don’t answer his texts. taehyung considers leaving a voicemail but knows it’d too quickly deteriorate and you don’t deserve taehyung’s messiness in your inbox. you continue to put up a front in the group chat instead, where it’s easy for you to not acknowledge him there, letting the conversation die or move on.

you’ve never been angry with him before. maybe annoyed, but never angry. he can’t unsee the hurt in your expression, the shame and the utter anguish, the sense that you’re just… alone. taehyung made you feel alone.

because he doesn’t understand you. you’re right. he has no idea what it’s like. everything he thought he was so clever for seeing and noticing about you - it was all surface level, the very peaks of the mountains you kept hidden behind the way that you chose to love your friends.

taehyung buries his face in his hands. jimin had smacked him over the head and told him to apologize, but that would require being able to find you, and you’re not interested in being found. for someone who literally lives across the street, you do an excellent job dodging your neighbors.

“look,” jimin had sighed when taehyung admitted what he’d said to his friend. “i know she doesn’t talk about the hard things with us, but none of us are stupid, right? it is hard on her, whether or not she says it. and she’s trying so hard to hide it, trying so hard to protect us, it feels wrong to not at least let her pretend we don’t know. to just let her have it. but that’s because that’s the kind of relationship i have with her. i don’t want to push her. but you, of all people -” jimin had cut off then, rubbing his head frustratedly. “just - go find her and apologize.”

taehyung sighs, staring out at your dark house across the street. every attempt he makes to find you is fruitless, and it looks like you have no intention of coming home to him.

his heart aches in his chest, and he hates that he knows this feeling.

he’s lost at sea, with no idea how to get home.

“fucking finally.”

you back snaps straight at the sound, mouth open to greet whoever came through, but you slump back down into your godawful posture when you realize it’s just yoongi. you probably should’ve known it was him based on the drawl in his voice, but hey, you’re tired. sue you.

“how can i help you,” you say dryly, flinching back when yoongi tries to flick at the ridiculous cap that comes part and parcel with your froyo uniform. he smirks when you throw him an unamused look.

“you’ve been mia,” he says, placing his hands on the counter and leaning forward slightly. you give a charming, sarcastic smile and gesture around the store.

“i’ve been busy.”

yoongi matches your sardonic smile. “you’ve also been ignoring my texts.”

“don’t take it personal,” you smile sweetly. “or do, actually. since when were you a double texter anyway?”

yoongi exhales loudly. “well i have this friend,” he starts off, and you roll your eyes, knowing he’s about to get dramatic. “and i’ve been trying to get ahold of her for weeks now, because someone else told me that she’s been an avoidant little shit lately, so me, being the good friend i am, have been trying to figure out what’s going on. you’d think that my friend would text me back at least once, but instead, even though out of the goodness of my heart, i used to go out of my way to drive her to and from school, she seems to have completely forgotten how generous i am and forced me to go on this wild goose hunt bullshit to track her down so we can have one conversation-”

“give it a rest, yoongi,” you groan, lolling your head back. yoongi grins.

“and now i’m here,” he finally finishes. “waiting for an explanation. why are you giving sky a hard time?”

you narrow your eyes at him. “why do i always feel like you like sky better than me?”

“because i do. why are you giving sky a hard time?”

you suck your teeth in annoyance but yoongi persists, staring you down, one eyebrow raising expectantly.

“i’m not giving her a hard time, yoongi.”

yoongi stares at you. you stare back. he stares harder.

you resist the urge to toss your cap at him. when you don’t relent, he exhales a long sigh, running one hand through his hair. “why are you being so stubborn?”

something anxious curls in your stomach, but you ignore it. “i’m just busy, yoongi.”

“can you stop giving me bullshit answers, y/n?” he snaps back, patience waning, and you lower your head. you’re no longer talking to regular yoongi. you’re talking to protective yoongi, the same one who drove you back and forth from school just so you could avoid sky when you were in high school. this version of yoongi is no longer taking your side, though.

he softens a little at the sight of your ducked head, the way your fingers curl against the countertops. “look,” he says, gentler this time. “whatever’s happening, you can’t keep running from it every time. i let you hide when you were in high school because you needed the time to process the shit seokjin put you through. but we’re not kids anymore, sun, and sky and taehyung are your best friends. they worry about you. everyone worries about you, because they care about you, and they want you around. so get that through your thick skull, would you?”

you look up at him a bit petulantly when you hear his last sentence, but he just gives you a half-smile, eyes kind in spite of the somewhat rough way he delivers his words. he leans forward again, waiting for your answer. you lower your eyes.

when you still fail to respond to him, yoongi sighs quietly. “y/n,” he says, and you return your gaze to him, a little more vulnerable than before. “let your friends in, kid. they can handle it. just give them a chance to.”

he lets you mull over what he’s said, watching you turn the words over in your head. they feel so much like a foreign concept, but you know he’s right. you can’t keep running from your friends. you can’t keep locking them out of your head just because you’re scared.

you need to break your own worst habits, and trust that your friends will be there to catch you.

when you finally look back up at him, a little teary-eyed, he lets out a scoff, but there’s no malice behind it, just fondness. he taps the top of your cap, then drags a chair over to sit across you at the counter, propping his chin against his hand.

“now tell me,” he prompts. “what’s been going on in the life of sun?”

despite yoongi’s intervention, you still haven’t stopped by sky and taehyung’s house. part of you is embarrassed, but another part of you simply isn’t ready.

you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do, honestly. do you just show up, act like you haven’t been missing for like two weeks straight, or…? what does the handbook say about dodging your friends without explanation and then suddenly reappearing in their lives?

you contemplate this as you sit in your driveway, staring at your dark house. it’s cold outside, but you don��t want to go in. your head feels too messy, too many things jumbled up that you can’t untangle.

with a sigh, you heave yourself out of your car and lock it behind you, turning away from your house to walk down the street instead of through your front door. it’s dark, but the other houses on the street have their lights on, and combined with the street lamps, you can see well enough as you trudge down the sidewalk with your hands shoved into your pockets.

you grew up on this street. the winding sidewalk is familiar to you, having talked off sky’s ears for a decade straight every morning and every afternoon on the way to and from the bus stop. you take pause only at the neighborhood park, smiling a little at the memory of a younger version of you and sky running around it, dangling from monkey bars and barreling down slides, screaming happily.

you step onto the wood chips, running a hand over one of the spring riders. there’s two of them, a little dinosaur and a seahorse. sky always wondered who picked the creatures - “they don’t make any sense, sun,” - and you always countered that, “it’s not supposed to make sense, sky, it’s just supposed to be fun.”

you lean against the dinosaur, feeling it sway a little. you shift to slightly sit on it sideways, one hand on the handlebar but both feet still largely on the ground, so it takes most of your weight but doesn’t bounce forwards and back.

when you were kids, the dinosaur was always yours, and the seahorse was sky’s. if you close your eyes and think for long enough, you can probably still hear sky laughing at your ridiculous explanation for why the dinosaur and the seahorse are best friends at the playground.

you smile wryly. it makes you nostalgic. things were simpler back then. you don’t know when things started to get complicated. you don’t know when you learned to run away, instead of running straight to sky and taehyung.

you suppose you just didn’t want to be the reason their lives were anything less than picture perfect.

you feel like a stain in their lives. like someone filmed their movie and forgot to take you out of the scene, a misplaced prop left behind and memorialized in their reel. but maybe if you try hard enough, no one will notice that you were mistakenly left in view. maybe you’ll blend in enough and the audience will think it was intentional.

you just don’t want to be the reason two adored and unconditionally loved kids, who have been shielded their whole lives, have to learn and understand what it means to be hurt.

even if that means you have to bleed out alone.

a scuffling noise has your head snapping in the direction of the sound, body tensing in preparation to either fight or (more likely) run for your life. but you relax at the sight of a familiar face, taehyung’s embarrassed expression as he rights himself, having just narrowly avoided letting his face meet the sidewalk when he tripped over… air, probably.

you try to hide your amusement. you really do.

but then it hits you that taehyung’s here, and it hits taehyung that you’re here, and now both of you are stiff again, staring at each other, unsure what to do or say.

taehyung shifts uncomfortably from one foot to another. “i was just… on a walk,” he mumbles.

you bite your lip. “...me too.”

neither of you seem capable of looking at each other, instead staring at aimless spots further away, lingering in each other’s presence in silence. it’s painfully awkward, and you can’t stand how quiet it is, so with a shaky breath, you try, “why are you out so late?”

taehyung’s eyes immediately fall to you, and you despise how easily your heart rate jolts up. taehyung always looks at you like you really are the sun. the center of his universe.

he shrugs one shoulder, letting it rise and then fall. “just wanted some fresh air, i guess.”

you eyes shift to the side as you think this over, brows drawing in. “...in the dead of winter?”

he clears his throat. “well…” he trails off, then frowns. “why do you always question it when i’m out and about?”

you stare at him. “because you’re always out and about at the weirdest times!”

you watch him straighten a little, affronted. “you’re out too.”

you sputter. this is ridiculous. you’re sitting on a dinosaur toy at a children’s playground arguing with taehyung about nonsense. you feel silly having this discussion while literally still perched on top of a wobbly spring rider so you clumsily slide off it, pushing back for leverage to stand up straight again.

but taehyung takes this as you exiting the conversation, uninterested in even bickering with him about nothing. he panics. he’s not ready for you to leave. he just got here, just found a chance to talk to you again, and he’s wasting it squabbling over - over curfew, more or less.

no. he can’t let you go like this. not without having the conversation he meant to have with you, the one you’ve been trying to avoid that he doesn’t want to avoid, no matter how hard it might get.

but whatever eloquent bid for you to stay with him is exchanged in favor of the fear that’s been building in him for days, maybe even weeks. he blurts it out without thinking, “why are you always hiding from me?”

it was supposed to come out frustrated but instead it came out desperate, begging to understand why you’re always running, why you won’t ever let all parts of you show, why there’s always one side hidden away, never once all of you standing in front of him. there’s always some part of you shadowed, like you don’t trust anyone enough to let them see all of you.

he can’t read you. he’s realized he’s never been able to; you do so well putting up masks, like it comes naturally to you. maybe it does. maybe years of pretending like nothing’s wrong makes you feel like it could be possible, that everything is okay.

but the longer he waits for your answer, the more the cracks begin to show. you can’t laugh this off, or distract him with something else. you weren’t trying to leave in the first place, but when he asks you so bluntly, you can only stand there, frozen in place. everything in you says to run, but your feet won’t move. your eyes shift away from him, and your jaw sets tight, like you’re trying not to cry. slowly, it dawns on him that maybe the front you spent years putting up is exactly what you need. for everything to be okay.

he takes a cautious step closer. you don’t move away, but you do flinch a little, and it breaks his heart. he makes his way to you, slowly, carefully, and with every step, more and more of you reveals yourself to him. the slight tremble in your bottom lip, the tears that start to blur your vision, but they don’t fall, you just blink them away, out of habit.

when he’s in front of you, you still don’t look up to meet his gaze. it’s like you’re paralyzed.

gently, he places his hands on your arms, rubbing slow, soothing circles. he ducks down a little to look you in the eye, and finally your eyes flick to his. he hates how wounded you look. how completely helpless.

your breaths are shaky, and your lips part to say something, but then you glance away from him again. he squeezes your arms a little, reassuring. “sun,” he murmurs, and when you look at him, everything falls apart.

taehyung makes you feel a lot of things. things you’re not used to, things you don’t know if you could ever get used to. all the years growing up with him, he’s made you worry, he’s made you laugh, he’s made you feel shy. hell, he’s made your heart flutter a couple times, too. those are all still things you can handle, whisk away into a locked box in the corner of your mind.

but he also makes you feel safe. he so easily takes away the weight on your shoulders, just by being near you, and that’s the part that you can’t stand. that’s the part you’re always running away from.

because what if one day, the home you found in taehyung, isn’t there anymore, either?

it’s so much easier to run away than it is to be left behind.

he dismantles you, sheds off every layer of armor and distance you keep between you and the world. he does it quietly, delicately, with so much love. you can’t fight him. you don’t know how to.

he lifts a hand to brush a lock of hair behind your ear, his touch soft and familiar. your eyes close from the soothing action, and when you open them again, taehyung has a small, yearning smile on his face. he’s still patiently waiting for you to let him in.

your words come out as a whisper. if he wasn’t standing so close, you don’t think he would’ve heard them, “i’m sorry.”

he shakes his head. “you don’t have to be sorry, sun.” just come back to me.

the tears spill over silently, and he wipes them away with so much care, like you’re beloved. you stare up at him, wishing it wasn’t always so hard for you to just say what you’re thinking. but with every caress, the words feel less like sharp scrapes coming up your throat and more like deeply buried childhood kept secrets that can finally touch the air.

“i only know how to be alone, taehyung,” you admit, and he nods, listening, eyes a bit sad as he brushes away your tears. “so it’s what i default to when i get scared. it’s what i know. so even when it hurts, it feels like protection. i’m used to it, so i just…” you trail off for a minute, and he uses the hand that’s not wiping your tears to thread through your hair, combing it back. the feel of his fingers through your hair is so comforting, a fresh set of tears rises up, but taehyung wipes those away, too.

“i guess i just figured it was easier to cope with what i know, than the possibility of something that could be worse.”

he hums, knuckles brushing against your skin. he’s so warm, and you lean into his touch. “what are you so afraid of, sun?” he asks, and you squeeze your eyes shut. before you can say it out loud, he promises, “i’m not going anywhere. not without you.”

your eyes flash open to look at him. he means it; you know he does, you’ve always known this, but your insecurities and your fears have always trampled over the promise taehyung makes in every action he takes, every moment in which he chooses to stand by you, search for you, ask to be by your side, so long as you let him. but hearing him say it out loud feels different, and you let the words sink into you, slowly.

taehyung watches it all happen, and before he can second guess himself, he tugs you to him, pulling you flush against his chest. you’re so surprised you squeak a little, and taehyung has to hide a smile that probably isn’t appropriate for the serious conversation you’re having right now. your ears flush a little so he knows you saw his smile anyway, but your hands still hesitantly wrap around his middle, glassy eyes peering up at him.

his hand is warm on your back, and he tucks his head over yours, feeling you relax into his arms. you shift to rest your head against his shoulder, letting your eyes close.

they say love isn’t really about butterflies in your stomach. it’s more about comfort, and steadiness, feeling safe with someone.

you feel safe, here.

you can feel the rumble in taehyung’s chest when he speaks, voice low and familiar. “sun,” he plays with the ends of your hair absently as he speaks. “there’s a lot that i don’t know. i admit to that. jimin says you keep me and sky and the rest of us from really knowing because… because, like always, you want to protect us. but,” he draws away slightly to look at you. “it goes both ways, sun. i’m your friend. we’re your friends. if you can’t lean on us, then what’s the point?”

he brings one hand up to your cheek, cradling it. “i don’t want to be the kind of friend that’s only here when things are good.”

i don’t want to be the kind of friend that’s only here when things are good.

taehyung shatters you. your lips part but all that leaves you is a gasp and the tears that have been silently trailing down your cheeks, brushed away so tenderly by taehyung, erupt into sobs, your hands clutching at him as taehyung murmurs comfort into your ears, holding you close to him. he lets you cry into his chest, rocks you back and forth soothingly, makes promises and reminds you of all the things you’ve been scared to ask of him - of anyone - to love you even when things aren’t good. to love you for all of you, and not just the brightest parts of you. to love you and to stay.

you crumble like this, in his arms, because it finally feels safe to.

the walk back home is awkward. you’re still sniffling here and there, taehyung’s jacket tugged warm around you. but there’s no amount of layers to hide the embarrassment, of how loud and how long you just cried against him.

god, and he’s younger than you. get it together, y/n.

but still, your heart feels steady. like someone’s cradling it, keeping it safe. you know that someone is taehyung, who’d held you so close, like you were precious, even if he was pretending like he wasn’t crying a little, too.

(taehyung’s always been a bit of a crybaby.)

he drops you off at your front door, and you try to hide the reluctance in giving back his jacket. you also try to offer his scarf back, too, but he stops you, instead tugging it so it’s snug around your neck. “it’s yours now,” he says simply, but when he looks at you, you don’t think he’s just talking about the scarf.

when he smiles, all remaining thoughts fly out the window. you love that smile; you’ve spent almost every day trying to put it on his face. but then his thoughts begin to show on his face, smile fading as he carefully forms the words he wants to say.

your quiet, sincere taehyung, whose words have always been far and few between, because he wants every one of them to count.

you probably should’ve expected the apology. but you don’t, already overwhelmed by the gentle way taehyung takes care of you, and your expression instantly changes in protest, but he places one hand against your cheek, immediately disintegrating anything you would’ve said into nothing.

you guess if nothing else, he figured out what it takes to shut you up.

“listen,” he persists. “just for a minute. please don’t tell me i don’t have to be sorry. i said a lot of things i shouldn’t have. not just that night, but especially that night. i panicked, and it’s not an excuse, and it doesn’t change the fact that i hurt you because i didn’t think about what it might mean, especially when it comes from someone like me, who’s never had to worry about even my tuition to pay. and i knew you were tired that night. i knew you didn’t want to talk, and i pushed you, because i needed it. and that’s not fair, sun.”

his thumb brushes over your cheek, gaze steady on you. “it was careless. i was wrong. i’m sorry.”

you stare up at him. he’s resolute, serious, and when he sees you give in, fold to him; when he feels you relax against his touch, he smiles gently. with a voice barely above a whisper, he murmurs, “can you try and trust me? with even just a little bit. whatever you need - whatever you want, sun. i want to be here for all of it.”

you move from your spot so quickly it catches taehyung by surprise, his hand dropping away from your face. you feel him jump a bit when you wrap your arms around his waist, tilting your head back to look up at him.

he blinks wide eyes back down at you, color rushing to his cheeks that you suspect has nothing to do with the cold. even though you’ve both been outside for awhile now, and you’ve had his jacket for the entire walk home, taehyung feels warm, the kind that seeps into you, and makes you feel warm, too.

you don’t say anything. for once, you don’t think you have to. you study every inch of his familiar face, let yourself feel the race of his heart against yours. you let yourself sink into the feeling of not needing to run. not needing to protect yourself, or someone else.

of just being here, safe and loved. by someone as kind as kim taehyung.

when you show up on sky’s doorstep for the first time in over two weeks since winter break started, you don’t barge in like nothing’s wrong. you stand there with an apology on the tip of your tongue, only to be tackled by sky instead, wrapped in a tight hug.

despite your physical affections with taehyung, you and sky on the other hand don’t actually hug that much. neither of you tend to notice this fact, up until one of you is wrapped around the other.

despite this, both of you relax immediately. the relief is palpable, that you’re standing here, at her home. with her, your home.

when she pulls away, you both give each other small, meaningful smiles. you step into her house, kicking your shoes off, the both of you going to lay on her living room floor to stare up at the ceiling together. like old times.

you don’t say anything, letting the house hum around you. the heater running, the fish tank filter, the rumble of the laundry. it’s calming, to just lay here next to sky, surrounded by idle noise.

sky speaks up first. “sun,” she calls for you, softly. you don’t turn to her, and it’s not until she continues that you realize you’re holding your breath. “you know there’s no one i’ll ever choose over you, right?”

you inhale slowly. on your exhale, you breathe out, “i know.”

“you told me you would never choose anyone over me,” her voice grows impossibly quieter. you both know. you both remember. the aftermath of seokjin, the topics you never touch on. the sensitive things you try to skim over, so you don’t disturb the waters. “it was easy for me to believe you, because it was obvious to me. i always knew that, because you always made sure i knew.” she turns to you. “i should’ve done the same. i should’ve made sure you always knew.”

you can’t look at her. you don’t want to cry, not again. even when sky is trying to tell you that it’s okay to lower your walls, to show her the parts of your life that aren’t shiny and pretty, your habits stick to you. even after all of taehyung’s efforts.

but you know what she’s trying to say. you feel it in the way the comfort starts to settle into you, a sense of belonging.

“i promise, sun,” she whispers. “i will never choose anyone over you. and i’m sorry. i’m sorry i never asked about the things that were hurting you. i didn’t want to hurt you more by asking you about them, and instead i let you deal with it all on your own. and that was wrong. and before you tell me it’s not my fault, it is. you spend every day making every effort to be there for me. to protect me. i can say that because it’s obvious not only to me, but to a literal entire college campus, sun. it was obvious to everyone in high school, and it’s obvious to everyone in college, now, too. every year that you’ve stood by me, i felt it. that you’re my best friend, and i’m - i’m lucky that it’s you who moved in across the street, and not someone else. that it’s me you chose to stand by.”

the tears are welling up in your eyes now, the words you didn’t realize you’ve been waiting so long to hear. you thought it was enough to just know. but you hadn’t felt any of it, not until she said it out loud.

“sun,” her hand grabs yours, and you squeeze back. “i promise. no matter how good or how bad. however far you’re willing to go for me, i would do for you, too. to the ends of the earth and back.”

when you cry, sky cries with you. you must look like a couple idiots, just sobbing on her living room floor together, but it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter because sky is your best friend. it doesn’t matter because you would do anything for sky. it doesn’t matter because sky would do anything for you.

it doesn’t matter.

you’re home.

#taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x yn #taehyung x y/n #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung #series: kths #series: tsns

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sapphicwhxre · 3 years

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ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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#harry potter x reader #hermione granger x reader #pansy parkinson x reader #luna lovegood x reader #ginny weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #cho chang x reader #nymphadora tonks x reader #bellatrix lestrange x reader #ron weasley x reader #fleur delacour x reader #harry potter #fic recs #masterlist #smut #fluff #angst

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asahipleaseloveme · 2 years

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On Golden Wings

Asahi x cursed fem!reader

Warnings: mention of parental neglect, but I think that's about it (let me know if I missed something)

Word count: 10.7k

Tag list: @sakhimeansfriend, @luri-isa (I had a tag list, but I can't find it 😢)

Author's Note: my piece for the Prince Charming Collab is finally finished! Heavily inspired by Shrek the Musical (lmao) and Beauty and the Beast. Thank you a million times to @sweetbambi for beta reading this.

This is my magnum opus.

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far away, there lived a king and a queen. They were blessed with a precious baby girl and a great period of happiness spread over the land. On the princess’s 10th birthday, an evil sorceress placed a curse on the girl. Her parents were so distraught by their daughter’s appearance, they tucked her away in the highest room in the tallest tower of the castle. However, no matter what they did, they could not lift the curse. It was said that only true love’s kiss could break the spell, but the king and queen were extraordinarily picky; they only wanted a prince to kiss their daughter.

Day by day, the kingdom grew into a deep despair. The king and queen sent all of their knights to every end of the earth, in hopes that they would find a prince suitable enough to break the spell. Every knight returned empty handed. The royal pair grew more desperate as the days went on. Eventually, the king and queen moved kingdoms, leaving their old lives behind. The castle is now abandoned and the princess is still said to be waiting up in the tower to this day. She -

“Asahi, that’s not how it goes. It’s a good thing your job isn’t storytelling,” Sugawara rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, what brought that on anyway?” Daichi asked.

The three boys were gathered under the willow tree right outside of their village. Daichi sat up against the trunk, Sugawara’s head was resting on Daichi’s thigh, and Asahi laid with his hands under his head staring up at the bits of sky he could see through the leaves. Asahi knew exactly why he was bringing this up to his friends. The responsibilities at home were becoming greater for all of them, and soon they would have to take up their families business’ full time and leave these carefree times behind them. He was worried about disappointing his family and his ability to start handling family business. He honestly had no interest in what his family does, and the few times he tried to help only resulted in more work for others. He’s brought up learning another skill that would better suit him, but his parents expressed their disdain for his idea. No matter what, it seemed that his parents were bound to be disappointed in him.

“I don’t know, isn’t it kind of sad that her parents just kind of gave up on her and left their daughter?” Asahi said.

“It’s just a fairytale, it never really happened.”

“Yeah, but what kind of message is that sending? If you don’t live up to your parents expectations they’ll just walk out on you? Or if you’re not beautiful people won’t love you? Or-”

Daichi threw a clump of grass onto Asahi.

“It’s not that complicated, Asahi. There’s no cursed girl stuck up in a tower. Besides, she’s probably dead by now anyway.”

“DAICHI!” Sugawara and Asahi shouted in unison.

“What? Fairy Tales happen forever ago. Even if this one was true, everyone from the story is gone by now.”

The friends grew quiet with nothing but the sound of leaves rustling through the breeze of the warm afternoon. Asahi was deep in thought, his brow furrowed when he finally broke the silence.

“If fairy tales were real, do you think I could be the one to break the curse? Do you think I could be the one to show her that someone out there cares about her?” Asahi’s gaze was fixated on a crow settling on one of the branches above him.

“You do realize that means you would actually have to talk to a girl, right? And then you’d actually have to convince her to kiss you?” Daichi teased.

“I..uh…y-yeah, I know,” Asahi blushed.

“Don’t worry, we can help you! Right, Daichi?” Suga nudged an elbow into Daichi’s side.

“Oww, yeah yeah. We’ll teach you how to talk to a girl without freaking out. We’re not showing you how to kiss, though. You’re on your own with that one, pal.”

All three boys laughed, reveling in the golden afternoon. Silence graced the boys once more before a cacophony of cawing crows and the vague sound of thunder off in the background caused the boys to heed caution.

“Ugh, stupid storm coming in. C’mon guys, we should probably head back so we don’t get caught in this,” Daichi suggested, being the first of the friends to stand up and stretch. He extended his hand to help Suga on his feet. Asahi sat up, with his arms hanging over his knees. He stared out into the forest.

“I’m going to go out and find that castle. I know it’s in the forest, I can feel it.”

“Oh no, the heat’s gone right to your head. Let’s go, you big softie. You need to rest,” Suga said.

Daichi and Sugawara both extended their hands down to Asahi to help him get on his feet. He grabbed their hands and stood next to them, still staring off into the forest.

“Hey,” Daichi’s voice broke Asahi’s concentration. “That forest is huge and full of dangerous things. You’re better off just finding a nice girl in town to save instead of this fictitious one that’s more trouble than she’s worth.”

Asahi could always depend on Daichi to snap him back to reality.

“Ha, yeah. You’re right. I’m glad I have you two to keep me grounded,” Asahi said as he placed an arm around each of their shoulders.

“It’s a thankless job, but someone’s gotta do it. Glad we can help you,” Sugawara poked Asahi in the side.

The boys laughed and shoved and poked each other while walking back home. Asahi took one final glance over his shoulder and that’s when he saw it; the castle sitting on the outermost edge of the forest in the far off distance. That was his sign. He knew that he had to go find out for himself if fairy tales were real.

Later that night, Asahi dug through his belongings and packed a bag. Daichi’s words rang through his head, but the call of the forest was a louder, more driving force. It felt as if there was an invisible string tied around his torso, and the more he resisted, the stronger it pulled. Something was out there. No, not something; someone. Someone out there needed him, and he was bound and determined to find them.

Asahi carefully and quietly crept out of his house and through the village. He left while the moon was beginning to set in the western sky. He stood at the edge of the forest and took a deep breath. He was careful to not light the lantern until he was into the forest, in case the light caught an early riser’s eye. Deeper into the forest he went, cautious of his surroundings. The shade of the trees from the sun was a wonder, but the cover from the trees at night was something he had not been prepared for. Every now and then, a moon beam would break its way through the canopy of tree tops providing a miniscule beacon of light. Asahi dared not look away from where his lantern was shining, for fear of seeing what laid in wait in the dark.

The sun finally began to rise and bring some light to the woods. Dew covered the plants and leaves, rays of sunlight glistening off of each drop. It was like thousands of tiny suns surrounding Asahi, lighting up his way. It was tranquil and quite lovely. Asahi had wondered if he had ever seen something so serene as this.

Asahi kept walking, and soon, his thoughts were getting the better of him. He thought about his family and what they might think of seeing him gone. Would they be upset? Would they come looking for him? And what about his friends? Chances are they would come looking for him. What if they all were right and there really was no princess stuck in a tower? What if he was just chasing a fleeting dream? Guilt and shame started to take over Asahi. If he turned back now, he might be able to make it back to the village by late afternoon. He would explain his silly idea and accept whatever punishment was deemed needed. He stopped, shoulders hunched, debating on what he needed to do. Should he go forward or turn back?

“I could really use a sign right now,” he sighed. At that moment, the ground beneath him shifted causing him to sink a few inches. Before he could react, the whole ground had opened up beneath him and he fell several feet into an underground cave. He covered his head to protect himself from the rest of the falling debris. With the sudden disappearance of the earth beneath him, the last thing he was expecting was to hear someone else’s voice.

“What the? Who…How did you find my underground cave?” a voice called out to him from the shadows. Asahi shook his shock from his face and stood up, dusting off his clothes.

“I’m really sorry. It was an accident, I promise,” he spoke toward the shadow.

“Are you alright?” the shadow asked, sounding closer to him than before.

“I think I’ll be alright. Nothing too bad. So, how do you get out of this place?”

“Well, you seemed to block the only way in and out,” you said as you finally stepped out of the shadows. Asahi’s eyes swelled to the size of apples. He took a cautious step back. Human voice, human face, but that was all that was human about you. Everything else, except your hands and feet, was covered in feathers as black as a crow’s. And peeking above your shoulders, Asahi could see your wings resting against your back.

“You…have…feathers…” was all he could manage to say.

“Yes, and you have a lot of hair on you,” you retorted.

“I…um…” he stepped back into a branch, knocking it over. Unbeknownst to him, that branch was holding up a major part of the ground above. More debris started falling, and the roof of your underground cave was beginning to crash down on both of you. You leapt forward, narrowly avoiding a falling clump of dirt from clipping your wing. The man you had just met, however, was not so lucky. A few pieces of falling ground had hit him on the head, and now he was being buried by the earth. It took you a second to process what was happening to him, and then panic set in. You needed to get both of you out of there immediately.

“Oh, great stars up above, you’re heavier than you look,” you strained as you hooked your arms under his, your wings flapping as hard as they could, trying to pull him up from the rubble of the cave.

“Please, Hairy man. Work with me!” you cried out, trying to save this person you hardly knew. Clumps of mud, dirt, and rock were falling all around you, closing the walls in, and making it harder to maneuver. By some stroke of luck, you were able to pull him out of the rubble and fly out of the opening from the newly collapsed ground.

You flew as far away from the spot as your wings would take you. You weren’t used to this much flying; you rarely used your wings. The lack of experience and the extra weight was becoming too much and you started to grow too tired. You were too high, and the landing was going to be rough. But you were not going to risk hurting this man, especially after all that you gone through to save him from that damn cave. You pulled him close to you and used your wings to wrap around his head and torso. It was a wonder that you were able to squeeze him as close to you as you did. You landed hard on your back, skidding a few meters until you were finally stopped by a tree. Your wings fell to your side and you let the man roll off next to you. The thud seemed to have woken the man up.

“Oi, welcome back to the land of the living, Harold.”

“Who-Who’s Harold?” Asahi rubbed the back of his head.

“I assumed your name was Hairy, because of all of the hair you have. The nickname Hairy stems from Harold, does it not? Therefore, I’ve decided to call you Harold. Is there something else I should call you?”

“N-no. H-Harold is fine,” he stared at you with wide eyes. “So, um, who are you and wh-where are we?”

“We are in the middle of the forest. You fell into the underground cave where I was residing, you got spooked when you saw me, you tripped over a branch,” you sternly stared at him, “knocking down the support beam I had in place, which then caused the whole thing to start to collapse. A falling piece of debris hit you in the head and other bits of rubble started to cover you. I was able to grab you and fly out before the whole thing caved in,” you hmphed and started to chuckle, “caved in. It was already a cave and it caved in. Kind of funny.”

“It’s not that funny. I could have died. You could have died,” Asahi said in almost disbelief.

“But you didn’t. I was able to get you out. You can continue on and do whatever it is that you were doing,” you stood up and stretched your wings out, wincing at the pain you felt at the base of your left wing.

“Hey, you’re hurt. It looks like you lost some feathers. Can I help-”

“Don’t worry about it,” you leaned against the tree. “It’ll heal up on its own in due time. I can walk to where I need to, anyway.”

“Where are you going?”

“You’re full of questions, Harold. If you must know, I plan on going to that abandoned castle in the middle of the forest. Actually, if you stand right here, you can see it way off in the distance,” you pointed.

Asahi perked up, “What? Really?” He stood next to you and squinted. “I knew it was real,” he whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh, there’s this fairy tale about an abandoned castle and that’s actually where I’m headed, too.”

“What do you want with the castle?” you asked with a furrowed brow.

“Now who’s full of questions, um, what did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t. My name doesn’t matter. Just…call me whatever you want. I don’t care.”

He stood for a minute tapping his chin.

“Hm…well if you don’t want to tell me your name, that’s okay. But is it okay if I call you Karasu?”

“Karasu?”

“Well, that’s what we call the birds around my village. And your wings are very beautiful, I mean, they look just like theirs are, and-”

“If that’s what you want to call me, then I will answer to that.” You started walking in the direction of the castle.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“We’re not going to get any closer to the castle by standing here and staring at it.”

“But, you’re hurt. Maybe you should rest for a little bit. If you wait, I can try to make something for you,” Asahi followed you, but scoured the area for anything that he could use to help stabilize your injury.

“Don’t bother. It’s not worth it.”

“I can help y-”

“No, you can’t! Stop trying to help me!” you raised your voice in irritation, turning to the man. Wings spread, feathers ruffled, you were able to make yourself appear bigger than you actually were. Again, you winced at the pain that shot through you when you moved your wing too far.

Asahi furrowed his brow, “Why won’t you let me help you? There’s no shame in having someone help you.”

“I’m a monster. People don’t help monsters, and..and monsters only cause pain for people,” you stumbled over your words, your unwarranted anger began to wane. “That’s how it’s supposed to go, right? Monsters don’t deserve to be treated with such kindnesses. I don’t deserve to be treated with such kindnesses,” your voice cracked ever so slightly. You dropped your shoulders, and your wings tucked into their resting position against your back. Your eyes locked with the man standing next to you. There was a gentleness about him that calmed you. He did not look at you in fear or disgust; it was like he looked at you with understanding. It made you feel like you were burning up. Something inside of you grew warmer. You weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling.

“Ah, great stars above! Some of your feathers have turned gold!” He pointed. You tried to spin around to see what he was talking about, but to no avail.

“Pluck it out and show me!”

“B-but won’t that hurt? Won’t it affect your flying?”

You stared at him unamused, “Just pluck it, I’m already hurt, it can’t hurt any worse than what I already feel.”

Asahi delicately grasped one of the feathers at the base and pulled it as carefully as he could.

“Ow!”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry! I knew it was going to hurt. I’m so-”

“I’m only messing with you,” you giggled as you took the feather from his hand.

“Hm, this is interesting. What a lovely color,” you tossed it off to the side paying it no mind, and he looked very confused.

“Do you know what would cause it to change like that?” He bent down to pick the feather up and placed it in his bag.

“No idea, but I wouldn’t worry yourself with it. I’m sure they’ll turn back into the beautiful black feathers I’ve grown to know and love,” you shrugged your shoulders and continued on forward.

“Did you say that you were going to the castle?” he asked you after a few minutes of awkward silence.

“I did. You said you were also going there,” you paused for a brief second, a sudden urge of timidness flowing through you. “Do you want to team up and go together?”

Asahi stood and stared at you. He couldn’t quite place it, but he felt a strange comfort in your presence. You did save his life after all, and you didn’t have any reason to.

“Two heads are better than one, right?” He smiled at you. You were taken aback. The warm feeling reignited a little stronger this time.

“Well, no. I rather like having only one head,” you said in confusion.

“It-It’s just a saying. It just means that the two of us together is better than both of us being by ourselves.”

“Oh.” This was the first time in a long time that someone actually wanted to be around you. From what you could remember, most people fled from you in either fear, disgust, or a combination of both.

You had walked for quite some time, most of the time in silence. Silence always has a funny way of making time go by slower. As the sky began to turn from blue to orange, Asahi stopped and took a quick survey of the area.

“We don’t have a lot of time until sunset. I’ll gather some wood for a fire if you want to try to find something for us to eat,” Asahi suggested. “This should be fine for a campsite.”

You nodded in agreement and headed off to find whatever you could find. Some plants with berries, a few trees with extraordinarily large leaves, and a decaying log that had seen better days. The leaves could be used for ground cover and the log could be used for sitting. You grabbed what you could and rolled the log using your feet back to the campsite.

Asahi had begun to build a fire from the wood he had collected. After closer inspection, you only managed to find a handful of berries that were edible, and you decided that he should have them. He protested at first, saying how you could split them between you, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough for both of you. He reluctantly accepted the food and continued building the campfire. As you sat on the old log watching him, a mouse came dashing from a pile of dead leaves and scurried over your lap. It had startled you enough to evoke a high-pitched scream that seemed to echo throughout the forest. Your feathers were ruffled and your hands were covering your face.

“Is…is it gone?” you asked shakily. Every feather, from your head to your ankles, still tousled made you look like a fuzzy blob.

Asahi stared at you, trying to hide his amusement.

“The mouse? Don’t birds…I don’t know…eat mice?”

“I may be a monster, but I’m not that kind of monster! Mice are actually terrifying, Harold,” you slowly lowered your hands and carefully looked around the area to ensure that the mouse was gone.

“Here, let me take a look to see if it’s gone,” he stood up and began to scan the area.

“You don’t have to. The campfire is more important than a mouse. The sun is setting rather fast.”

“It’s okay, the campfire is almost ready. Let me make sure there aren’t any more surprise mice. Close your eyes just in case one comes out, okay?”

Asahi took a stick and used it to move any piles of leaves around your campsite. He looked in the old log and behind it. He even looked through his pile of wood, just in case one might have settled in there in the time you had chosen this area as your spot. Luckily, there were no more mice.

“You can open your eyes. I think that was the only mouse. But why don’t you hold onto this on the chance that we encounter another mouse,” he smiled at you as he handed you the stick he was using.

You nodded as he crouched back down next to the pile of sticks and debris he had gathered up. Soon enough, there was smoke coming up and a fire was started right before your eyes.

“Ohh, this is very nice. Warm. You have a real talent for making fire.”

“Nah, everyone I know can do it,” he said as he poked the debris on the underside with a stick.

“I can’t.”

“What? Really?”

You felt extremely sheepish. You had never understood how to make a fire and you’ve always been able to get by without. Your silence was loud enough to let Asahi know that you really did not know how to make a fire.

“Oh, it’s not a bad thing! I’m just amazed that you don’t know how to make one. What do you do for warmth?”

“I usually just stay cold.”

“O-oh. Well, I could show you. We can make a small one.”

He gathered some leaves, twigs, and sticks for you to use. He motioned for you to come over to where he was. You squatted down across from him in order to see everything he was doing.

“Okay, so the first thing you have to do is make sure that the area you use for the fire is clear and safe. So, we wouldn’t want to do this on wet ground or ground with a lot of dry grass. Dirt or rock is preferred. Then, we make a layer of dried leaves and twigs. We want dry leaves and twigs because they will catch on fire better. And then we position the larger sticks and wood on top of the leaves. This next part is tricky: Lighting the fire. So, I have a larger stick and a smaller stick. You take the smaller stick and push it really hard and fast against the larger stick. D-do you want to try it yourself?”

“Yeah, but I might need you to show me how you do it.”

“Okay,” he moved over next to you, “you’ll hold the smaller stick like this, and the larger one like this,” Asahi helped position the sticks in your hands. “And then you’ll just push down like this.”

He placed his hands overtop of yours and helped you find your rhythm. You could feel something bubble in your stomach and your face grew warmer. It’s probably from hunger, you rationed with yourself. He continued to guide your hands for a few minutes and then gently let go as you kept on. Soon, smoke began to come from the wood dust that had piled up.

“Oh, that’s good! Now what we want to do is put that smoking wood dust on top of our debris layer.” Asahi carefully guided you to bring the smoking debris and place it on your mini campfire. “It might take it a few minutes, and we’ll need to watch to make sure the smoke doesn’t go out.”

You stared intently at the smoke. It wasn’t doing much and it felt like ages waiting for something to happen. And then you could see it. A tiny little flame on the bottom.

“Hey, look at that! You did it! Great job, Karasu!” Asahi smiled as he congratulated you.

“Ahh! I did it!” You jumped up and clapped your hands together. You looked at Asahi smiling at you and that bubble in your stomach grew bigger and your face grew hotter.

“I mean…that was probably just luck,” your demeanor quickly shifted. You slumped your shoulder and dropped your head. “I probably won’t be able to do it again. Thank you for showing me, though,” you kicked some dirt over the fire to put it out. It was absurd for you to be so excited for something so small.

You trudged back over to the campfire and plopped on one end of the log. Asahi stared at your destroyed fire and then to your disgruntled figure. He didn’t linger too long and he took a seat at the opposite end of the log. Silence sat between you for enough time for the sky to turn from orange to pink to purple and then to a deep blue. The fire was popping and the crickets were chirping. Every now and then, Asahi would put another large piece of wood on the fire and poke it with a stick. A loud pop from the fire finally seemed to pull you from your thoughts.

“If you could be anyone, who would you be?” you asked, your eyes fixated on the golden glow of the fire.

“Hm? What do you mean?”

“I mean, what would you be? What are you going to do with your life?”

“Oh. Well, I’m supposed to be training with my father to raise some of the livestock of my village. You train for a few years and then you get to do it on your own. And my few years of training are almost up. Which means I’ll be doing it on my own.”

“Is that what you want to do?”

“It’s what’s expected of me, so yeah that’s what I’ll do.”

“Who cares what’s expected of you? What do you want to do?” your eyes peeling away from the fire for the first time since it’d been lit.

Asahi stared at the ground, shuffling his feet back and forth across the debris. You weren’t sure if he understood your question or if he was avoiding answering it.

“I’m expected to be a monster for the rest of my life. That doesn’t mean that’s what I want to do for the rest of my life. I’m not here to judge you, Harold,” you scooted closer to him.

“Azumane Asahi.”

“What?”

“My name is Azumane Asahi. And I don’t actually want to be a farmhand. I want to be a tailor and make clothes and goods for others. I even made this bag,” he pulled the bag on his back around to show you. You took the bag and looked over it, examining every fine detail there was to offer.

“You made this? I’ve never seen such craftsmanship! The embroidery, the stitching. Your talents would surely be wasted as a farmhand, Azumane Asahi.”

A red glow came over his face.

“I’ve never told anybody about this bag. They all assumed I bought it. Thank you for your kind words.”

“I really mean it! You should tell your family that you want to be a tailor! I know you could be the best at it, Azumane Asahi.”

“My friends just call me Asahi,” he smiled.

“Asahi,” you drew his name out slowly. “It sounds way better than Harold!” you smiled back.

“Is that all you want to be, Asahi? Or is there something else, too?”

“Yes…I mean, no? Wait, no, I mean…ugh, this sounds very silly to say out loud,” he said, a defeated look on his face.

“You thought being a tailor was silly and I can tell you that it is anything but. So, I’m sure what you are going to say is not silly. I promise.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, “I want to be a hero. And not just any hero; I want to be the one to save the princess from the tower. I know she has to be in that castle all alone! I want to be able to break the curse for her. Even if she doesn’t love me, I’d still want her to know that someone out there cares about her and wants her to live her life without judgment. Ha, it’s kind of foolish to think, but I have the scene played out in my head. I make my way to the top of the tower, knock on the door, and come inside. I take her hands in mine and introduce myself. I’ll tell her that I’m here to rescue her and break the curse. Our eyes would connect and we would smile at each other before I finally take a deep breath and kiss her. I could give her the storybook ending that she deserves. A happy ending.”

He turned to look at you, a fierce determination in his face. The glow of the fire accentuated his features. He was celestial, and one of the most beautiful sights you’d ever seen.

“Are…are you crying?” He asked you abruptly.

You felt your face and, sure enough, it was dampened with tears. You weren’t even aware you had started crying.

“N-No! I’m a monster, remember? And monsters don’t cry!” you threw a twig into the fire and watched as the fire consumed it. For a while, the only sounds were coming from the crackling of the fire and the crickets in the grass behind you.

“You’re a once in a lifetime kind of guy, you know that, Asahi?”

He cocked his head and sat a little straighter as he waited for you to continue.

“You’re kind, smart, creative, helpful, handsome, a little heavy, and kind of hairy, but I think that can be overlooked. The princess would have no reason to reject you. I believe with my whole heart, or what’s left of it anyway, that you can break the curse.”

A deeper blush covered his face. “Thank you, Karasu. It means a lot coming from you.”

“______.”

“Hm?”

“I finally remembered my name. It’s ______.”

He smiled and nodded, “______.”

The moon had finally risen above the trees. The luminous, white object contrasted beautifully against the cetacean blue sky. The stars were sprinkling silver and gold throughout. If you looked close enough, you could probably make out a message they might have been trying to send you. But that would mean you would actually have to focus on something other than Asahi. Every time he’d catch you looking at him, you would avert your gaze to the fire. And every time you knew you’d been caught, the bubble in your stomach would expand. You tried to rationalize it. The feeling in your stomach must be because you were hungry and the heat in your face must be from the fire.

“______?”

The sound of his voice calling your name startled you, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep the bubble in your stomach from bursting.

“Do we want to take turns sleeping? One of us sleeps while the other keeps watch. Who knows what’s lurking around the forest at night. I can take the first round of watch duty,” he offered.

“It’s okay, Asahi. You can sleep. I don’t really sleep much anyway, so I would be better suited to be on watch,” you countered.

He hesitated, his face scrunched in thought. He was probably thinking the best way to make sure you both got a proper amount of rest, because goodness knows you both need it. But the truth was that you had stopped sleeping a long time ago. Too many times you had woken up to a frightful situation that you were lucky enough to get out of. Rest only came to you when you could perch yourself on a branch far above the forest floor. But those times were rare. Staying low to the ground and hidden in the shadows had worked better for you anyway. Or at least it did, until Asahi shone some light on you in the shadows.

“Well, okay. Just wake me up when you’re ready for a break and then I’ll go on watch.”

“Will do,” you stand from your spot on the log as Asahi stares up at you.

“W-where are you going?” he asked as he mimicked your movement.

“To patrol the area. Unless you want me to watch you sleep,” you state, realizing that you wouldn’t mind watching him sleep even though it would be a little strange.

“Ah, no. You don’t have to do that. Just promise me that you’ll wake me up so that you can rest some.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved your hand as you turned to walk to the outer edge of the fire’s glow. You were stopped when Asahi’s hand connected with yours.

“I mean it. You’re still hurt and I know that resting will help it get better. And you used a lot of energy to save me. You need some rest. Please promise me that you’ll wake me so that you can have your turn of rest.”

You stared at his hand and then at his face. His features had a stern softness to them. It made you yearn to cup his cheek, just to feel how soft and warm he must be. But you held yourself back. A hand on his shoulder would have to work just as well.

“I will wake you when I’m ready for a rest, Asahi,” you smiled at him and patted the side of his shoulder a couple of times. He stared at you for a few more seconds, but said nothing else as you watched him go prepare a spot for sleep next to the campfire. He added a few more logs which helped to expand your patrol area before he finally laid down. He turned to give you one final look before you disappeared into the darkness. He wasn’t sure if it was the reflection of the campfire or his sleepiness getting to him, but it looked as though more of your feathers had turned gold. He would think about your feathers as he drifted off to sleep.

The early morning sun shone through the leaves of the trees and somehow all of the sun’s rays seemed to find their way right onto Asahi’s face. He sat up and held his head as he tried to blink away the last remnants of sleep that lingered. His neck ached from laying on the ground. How long had you let him sleep? Weren’t you supposed to take turns keeping watch? Soon, he was upright and irate. He scoured the area where he found you almost immediately. Sitting against a tree with a pile of flowers on one side of you and a generous mound of berries on the other.

“Ah, good morning!” you said as you stared up at Asahi.

“You promised you were going to wake me up so that you could have your turn to rest.”

“I don’t believe I said ‘I promise’. You looked very peaceful and I figured you would need all of the rest you could get. We’ll probably reach the castle by the evening and we can’t have you tired when you rescue the princess,” you paused, carefully sliding the mound of berries in front you and patting the open space next to you. “Here, have a seat. It’s not much, but I was able to find some more berries. I know, I know. You need more than just this. I’m sorry I’m not a better hunter,” you scoffed.

“Have you eaten anything?” Asahi’s anger had turned to concern.

“A little, but you really need it more than m-”

“You still need food, too. I’m not eating any of these berries until you eat at least half of the pile. I mean it.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why are you so concerned about my well being?”

“Someone has to, because you aren’t. Since we’ve met, you’ve spent all of your energy caring about me and my well being. You haven’t even thought about yourself. If you spend all of your energy trying to help others, you won’t have anything left of yourself. It’s not healthy, ______,” Asahi was tense, his body towered over yours.

“Oh…uh, sorry,” you said in a small voice, your eyes focused on the ground in front of you.

“Don’t be sorry…just eat the berries,” he said in a stern voice.

Asahi realized that your demeanor had shifted and he felt awful for making you feel anything but comfortable with him. He sat down next to you and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to come off so harsh. I’m very grateful for everything you have done for me out here. It’s just…hard to see someone as good as you to treat themselves with complete disregard for their own well-being. You are worthy of more than you give yourself credit for.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Deep down, you knew that he was right. And looking at his face glowing in the sunlight with the softness of a celestial being, you knew that you would cry. You couldn’t understand what he saw in you, exactly. Where did his words come from? You had worked hard for many years convincing yourself that you were a monster, and monsters don’t cry nor do they deserve nice things. You merely nodded, hoping that was enough of an indicator that you understood what he had said. The next thing you did was grab a handful of the berries and began eating them one by one. Soon enough, Asahi joined you in finishing off the food.

“What are you working on over there?” He asked in between bites.

“Flower crowns. It’s funny, I only just remembered I used to make these when I was younger. It’s a lot harder than I remember. It’s a good thing I don’t have claws or else these would be shredded.”

“Birds have talons, ______,” Asahi chuckled as he watched you struggle with the flower stems.

“Claws, talons, whatever, I can’t get this last one!” your brows scrunched together in concentration.

“Here, maybe I can help,” his fingers grazed over your hand and took the crown you were working on. He tied the stems together and looked pleased with himself for getting it so quickly.

“I make these a lot with one of my best friend’s little sisters. Sometimes, I let them braid flowers into my hair,” he chuckled. “There! I think I got it,” he said as he placed the crown on your head. It felt as if your heart would thump right out of your chest. An intense heat immediately rose from the pit of your stomach all the way up to your forehead. Before you gave yourself any more time to process this feeling, you remembered a special crown you had crafted.

“Oh, wait! I made this one earlier using all of the best flowers I could find. It took me a while, but I did manage to make this look the best,” you grabbed it and placed it on Asahi’s head. A crown made with white daisies, lavender, pink and orange strawflower, and a couple yellow daffodils. It looked full and serene, and it sat perfectly on his head.

“Oh, wow. It looks so wonderful on you!” your mouth hung open in delight and awe. “When you become the prince, I think this should be your royal crown.”

Asahi’s face was red in an instant. He began fumbling over his words and fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh, I didn’t even think about becoming a prince…I don’t think I could be-no, I’m not qualified…I mean, I-”

“Hey,” you placed your hand over his, “you can be whatever you want to be, remember? The only qualification you need to be a prince is to love the princess. And from the way you talk about her, I’d say you’re exceptionally qualified. Now, c’mon,” you squeezed his hand and stood up with him, “we better get going if we want to get there before the sun sets.”

As you turned to lead the two of you off on your journey once more, Asahi noted that more than half of your feathers were now gold.

“______, are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Ah, I mean are your wings feeling okay?”

You extended your wings, moving them up and down, and flapping them a few times. Still a little bit of pain at the base of your left wing, but nothing that wasn’t manageable.

“They are feeling a lot better. Were you thinking we could fly there?”

Asahi waved his hands in an apologetic gesture, “No! I just wanted to see how they were feeling. Um, more of your feathers have turned gold.”

“Huh, how ‘bout that. So they have,” you splayed your wings, reaching in front of you. Sure enough, your feathers were turning gold, with only a few black feathers sprinkled throughout. “Weird,” you shrugged your shoulders and your wings returned to their natural position.

Asahi watched as you headed further into the trees. The sun peeked over the tree line and reflected off of your feathers in a beautiful fashion. The rays of light dancing with every movement you made. It was peaceful, and in a way, it made Asahi feel happy. For the first time in a long time, Asahi felt a sense of calmness wash over him. No anxiety, no worries, no regrets.

“You coming?” your voice broke his daze.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and met you at the edge of the campsite, where the two of you continued your journey through the dense forest. No words were spoken, but the silence between you was comfortable. Just being in the presence of one another was enough to keep you at ease. You wondered if this was what it might be like to have a friend; enjoying each other’s company even when you have nothing to say. Having a friend like Asahi could make all of the tribulations you’ve been through worthwhile. Maybe after all of this was over, he would want to be your friend. But your hopes were dashed. When this was over meant that he would get the princess; the girl of his dreams. Something you were not. He would become a prince and you were wise enough to know that princes killed monsters, they didn’t befriend them. A sob caught in your throat.

“______?”

“So, what is your princess’ name?” you asked.

“I…uh…don’t actually know her name,” Asahi admitted sheepishly.

“Oh. Well then how do you know so much about her?”

“She’s from a fairy tale that I grew up reading. Actually,” he ruffled around in his bag and pulled out a book, “I brought the book with me so that I could try to find any little details that might help find her.”

“Okay, let’s hear it. Give me all of the details,” you cracked your knuckles.

Asahi flipped through the pages of the book and finally found the story he was looking for. He started reading and the story sounded very familiar to you. But the more he read, the angrier you became. He finished and your feathers were puffed and ruffled.

“It’s awful, isn’t it?” he asked you so earnestly.

“I’ll say. That’s not even how the story goes.”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“First, a sorceress doesn’t just come curse a 10 year old for no reason. The king and queen never wanted their daughter; they wanted a son. They tried giving up the fertility of their land for a son, but it wasn’t enough. So, they decided to trade the life of their daughter for the life of the son they wanted. They promised the young princess that she was going to be a big sister, and she was so excited. She was willing to do anything to be a big sister to a baby brother. Only then did the sorceress place the curse on the girl. She was locked away, because now her physical appearance matched how the king and queen actually viewed her; a disgusting presence not worthy of love. Once the king and queen had their precious baby boy, they left. They got what they wanted and they left to start another kingdom, their daughter left in that tower with no one. All she ever wanted was to feel the love of her parents and she did what she could to make them happy. And her reward was to be forgotten.” Your anger turned to sadness.

“How do you know all of this?” Asahi asked as he looked at you with great concern.

“I-I’ve been around for a long time,” your eyes downcast, trying to remember why this story sounds familiar to you and how you know what happened.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he placed a hand on your shoulder. “Now she’ll go from having no one to having both of us.”

“Both of us? Oh no, Asahi. Not me. She’ll take one look at me and scream. Most people do. After all this, I’m better off just remaining by myself, receding back into the shadows and being forgotten. I can continue being the monster that I’m supposed to be,” you give a half-hearted smile.

“But you don’t have to do that. We can still be friends after all of this,” he stopped walking.

An exasperated sigh left you. “No, we can’t. Princes and princesses don’t mix with monsters. You’ve read enough fairy tales to understand that.”

Asahi was growing angry. Not at you, but at your words because he knew they were right. The monsters in his fairy tales never made it to the end of the story. They never got a happy ending.

He grabbed your hand, “Well, we can change that. This will be a new story and we’ll make our own ending. One where we’re both happy.”

You smiled because you wanted to believe him, but there was a lingering thought in the back of your mind that slipped through past your lips.

“I’ve never known happiness, I don’t know what I’d do with it.” A gentle squeeze to his hands and a pitiful smile spoke more words than anything else you could have said in that moment.

“______…”

“C’mon, we’ve got to keep moving. We’re getting close.”

The line of trees ended and nothing but dead, dry land was laid out in front of you. Everything was as you said it was. There was no way any plant could grow and thrive on this land. The only living things now were you and Asahi. The birds wouldn’t even fly over this area. And in plain view up on a nearby cliff was the castle that the two of you had been searching for.

“You know I just realized…you never said why you want to go to the castle,” Asahi stated carefully.

“Hm, yeah, I guess I didn’t. Truth is, I want to destroy that castle.”

“Excuse me..what?”

“Yeah, it’s an eyesore. Every time I see it, a strong feeling of hatred and disgust builds up inside of me. So I figured that tearing that building down stone by stone might make me feel a little bit better.”

Asahi stared at you in utter shock.

“I’m not gonna tear it down while you’re in there! I was going to wait until you were done, obviously,” you scoffed.

“Why do you hate it so much?”

“I don’t know. But the closer I get to it, the angrier I get at seeing it’s stupid walls,” you tripped on a rock in front of you. Asahi rushed to your side to lend a helping hand, but you put up your hand. There was a reason you hated this castle, and you couldn’t remember why. But maybe, Asahi would be the reason to actually like the castle.

“I know there’s a reason why I hate it, so maybe I’ll remember once we get there. You are actually helping me remember a lot of things from my past, Asahi. Thank…you,” his face was down next to yours, closer than it’s ever been. You might spend the rest of your life wondering how it was he could look at you like that and not with disdain. How could he look at you with concern? With respect? With…love?

“What are friends for?” he asks as he takes you by the elbow to help you to your feet. “We’re almost there.”

The castle was massive with clear signs of neglect. Beautiful grey and white stones weathered from the passage of time. Bits of the outside walls were crumbling, other areas were overgrown with vines, the only life that seemed to be growing in this forsaken place. The wooden doors of the entrance were barely hanging on by their hinges, most of the wood rotted leaving a hole large enough for a person to walk through. The castle had a few towers, but the tallest tower sat on the outermost edge of the cliff, a single window at the top facing away from the rest of the castle. You told Asahi to wait, you could scope out the tower and see if there was a safe way for him to get to it. Taking flight, you hovered ever so slightly off of the ground while you scoured the area to find any possible entry ways from the outside.

“It seems the only way to get to the tower is by going through the inside of the castle,” you stated as Asahi stared up at the tower.

“Well, then…we better be careful going in there,” his attention fixated on you now.

“I-I don’t think I can go in there,” you started. “This is your moment, not mine.”

Silence between the two of you was almost second nature at this point. But this was not the comfortable silence you’ve become accustomed to. This was a quietness where words were sitting on your tongues, desperate to be said, but neither of you were brave enough to speak.

“Asahi?” you were the first to break stillness. The bubble in your stomach that you had been trying to get rid of came back with a vengeful force. Staring at your feet, you couldn’t bear to look at the man you’ve grown used to for fear that what you might say may have irreconcilable consequences.

“Yes, ______?” His voice was soft and steady. His gaze was tender and poised. If only you could see yourself as Asahi saw you. Then maybe you could be a little nicer to yourself, give in to those positive feelings, tell him how he’s the first person to see you for who you are and not the monster that you’ve been made out to be, tell him how you could love him and maybe he could love you too.

“I was wondering…um…I-I was wondering…”

“Yes?” He awaited your question, his thumb and forefinger gently tilting your chin so his eyes could meet yours, see if he could help answer your question even if you don’t say a word.

“Would you…what I mean is…could you-” cutting yourself off, you plucked one of the golden feathers from your wing.

“Here, take this. As something to remember me by,” you sighed, a half-hearted smile and the feather was all you could offer.

“Oh…uh…of course. Th-thank you,” he graciously accepted.

A chuckle escaped your lips. “You’re still wearing the crown I made for you. It really does look good on you,” you hum as you try to ingrain his image in your head.

“It only looks so great because you made it,” a hint of pink covered his cheeks. You were really going to miss him, but there was no one better suited to live out the fairy tale ending than him.

A faint noise from the far off distance caught your attention.

“Wait, is that…”

“Asahi! Asahi!” the voices were calling. Two men on horseback were riding at full speed across the barren field. They reached you in mere seconds, their bows drawn, anger and worry apparent on their faces.

“D-Daichi? Suga? What are you guys doing here?” Asahi asked in disbelief.

“The whole village is looking for you. But we kind of had a good idea of where you headed off to. We’re so glad that you’re okay,” Sugawara said, a sense of relief filled his voice.

“Yes, we’re glad that we found you and that you’re okay. But, it’s time to go home, Asahi. Carefully walk over to Suga’s horse,” Daichi said, his gaze and bow pointed at you.

“What? I can’t leave now, not that we’re so close. This is it. The castle. I have to go inside. I-I have to see if the princess is in there…and then I have to help tear this place down.”

“What?” The two friends and you all said in unison.

“______ helped me to get here and she’s helping me achieve my dream. And then I’m going to help her tear this place down.”

“Asahi, that thing is a tengu. It’s only tricking you! It’s probably going to hurt you in that castle! Please, just climb onto Sugawara's horse and I’ll make sure it doesn’t follow us.”

It had been a long time since you had been threatened like this. Which was one of the reasons you tended to find caves and crevices to hide in. You were paralyzed with fear, not knowing if you’d be able to outfly the arrow. But soon, your view was obscured by the silhouette of Asahi. He stood tall in front of you. He wrapped his arms behind him and held you firm. He pulled you closer so that you were flush against his back. “It’s okay” and “I won’t let anything happen to you” was what he whispered to you as he stared at his friends.

“Daichi…Suga…I’m going in there and ______ is coming with me. If I’m not back in a short while, then you can come in after me.”

“Asahi, we trust you, but we don’t trust that thing. We can’t let you go alone with it,” Sugawara tried to get through to Asahi.

“She’s not an ‘it’. I trust her just as much as I trust you guys. She saved my life. She didn’t have to, but she did. She may look like a monster, but she’s anything but. She’s given me reason to believe that the princess is up there. Please, let me do this.”

Sugawara and Daichi exchanged looks, but ultimately eased up.

“Ten minutes, Asahi. And then we’re coming in there,” Daichi huffed.

“Or if we hear anything; shouts, crashing, maniacal laughter…we’re coming in there,” Sugawara added.

Asahi nodded at his friends and turned to you, his hands still holding you.

“I need you to come in there with me. I know you’re scared and this place gives you the creeps, but trust me.”

Looking in his eyes so full of passion and honesty, you knew that he would never lead you wrong.

“O-okay,” you managed to squeak out.

He went through the hole in the door first and held his hand to help you through. A few steps into the halls and a sharp pain shot through your head. You paused for a brief second to regain your composure and continued following Asahi. At the end of the hall was a door that was ajar. Compared to the rest of the castle, it looked to be the least battered and rotted. A glance at the door was enough to send another shot through your head, but still you carried on trying to hide your discomfort from Asahi.

Up the stairs of the tower, you were doubling over, the pain in your head was starting to become too much. You were starting to feel sick to your stomach and now, visions were flashing through your head. Visions of a girl in the tower, waiting for someone to come rescue her. Asahi said nothing as he helped lift you back to your feet and supported you until you reached the very top. It was as if your body was getting heavier and heavier every step you took toward that room at the top. If not for Asahi, you would have accepted defeat and curled up on the stairs about half way down.

“Here it is,” he whispered in astonishment.

“Aren’t you going to go in?” you said through gritted teeth, trying to fight through the pain.

“We’re both going in, ______.”

“But-” another sharp jab in your head.

He opened the door and led you in with him. It was indeed a bedroom that had evidence of someone occupying it. As you looked around though, you saw many feathers covering the ground. Many black feathers. Black feathers that matched your feathers.

“A-Asahi…I don’t understand. The princess isn’t here. But my feathers are. Wh-what did I do?” tears started to form in the corners of your eyes. Sad at the fact that you might be the reason why he won’t be able to get his happy ending. And then all at once, it came flooding back to you. Your parents, the curse, the many years of living in the tower by yourself with no one, your only friends were the black birds who sat at your window. Eventually picking the lock one day and leaving the castle, never looking back.

“Um…I don’t know if I can explain,” you swallowed hard. The books and little knick knacks that used to bring you comfort were now scattered around the room and did little to quell your nerves.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes.

Asahi stood in front of you, his hands gently squeezing your elbows.

“Why are you sorry?” His voice was soft and considerate.

“Because I’m not who you were expecting,” the tears trickled down your face.

He exhaled sharply through his nose. He cupped your face and wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs. The pit of your stomach was about to drop to your feet. That bubble that had taken up residence in your stomach was surely going to burst soon.

“No, I wasn’t expecting it to be you. But,” he paused as he delicately lifted your face so he could properly look you in the eyes, “I was hoping it would be you.”

A squeak left your throat as you were caught off guard by his response.

“But, how did you know it was me?” you asked, still in shock at his revelation.

“When your feathers started to change to gold, I vaguely remembered something about it in one of the fairy tales I’ve read. But I think the thing that seemed the most obvious was your visceral reaction to this castle and the fairy tale. You seemed to know a lot about it, more than what was mentioned.”

“I can’t remember the curse, so I don’t even know if it can be reversed,” you finally said. “You deserve someone as good and beautiful as you.”

His thumbs brushing over your cheeks, Asahi said, “That doesn’t matter to me. I love you, ______.”

“Feathers and all?”

“Feathers and all.”

“I love you too, Asahi.”

Both of you closed your eyes and leaned into each other. His lips were soft and they fit perfectly in yours. Your kiss was cut short when a golden glow began to emanate from you. It was blinding and warm. Asahi had to take a step back to shield his eyes. It sounded as though many voices were speaking at once. One voice stood out from the others and seemed to be reciting the curse that had been placed upon you.

Other’s wants and insatiable greed

Beauty and grace is what you concede

Your freedom gone, your humanity lost

Heart as bitter as the winter’s frost

Locked away and tossed aside

Loneliness you take in stride

True love’s kiss may break the spell

A heart made of gold to make you well

From black to gold your feathers will turn

As the love from another is something you earn

When the full moon sets and the black bird sings

May you rise up in glory on golden wings

Once the voices subsided and the glow died down, you were left disoriented on the ground. Asahi dropped down next to you and was shocked to see you. The feathers on your body were gone and for the first time, he was able to see you. Who you were supposed to be. Who you were meant to be. His hand caressed your cheek as he gently called your name.

“______, are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine. What happened?”

“True love’s kiss,” he smiled at you.

“True love’s kiss? True love’s kiss!” you repeated back. “Asahi, you’re my true love!”

“And you’re mine, ______.”

He helped you back to your feet. He leaned down to continue the kiss that had been cut off. But before your lips could meet, you were interrupted by his two friends barreling through the door.

“Asahi! Are you alright? Everything outside started to come to life and bloom. We saw a bright light come out of the window and cracks and we heard….loud….noises….” the two men stood in the doorway with a shocked look on their faces.

“Wait, she was the princess?” Sugawara asked in confusion.

“And if you broke the spell, then why does she still have wings?” Daichi questioned.

“What? I still have wings?” you looked discouraged as you spread the wings into your line of sight.

Asahi turned your face back to him, “Hey, those wings are part of you and they are part of what makes you beautiful. Plus, now you can continue to save me from collapsing underground caves,” he teased you.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you scoffed playfully.

The second kiss was better than the first. It was as gentle as the first, but the two of you were becoming more comfortable with each other’s touch. You felt as though you might melt.

“Asahi, I’m glad that you’re my happy ending.”

“And I’m glad that you’re mine.”

It took a few years, but you and Asahi were able to rebuild the fallen kingdom. The fields were fertile once more, and the surrounding villages accepted both of you as their king and queen. You both ruled with grace and dignity. Asahi insisted on his flower crown. And you obliged, picking the most beautiful flowers from your garden and making Asahi his crown whenever the previous one needed to be replaced. You never imagined life could be so incredible. Asahi gave you the storybook ending you deserved, and he was proud to be able to give that to you. And you both lived happily ever after.

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jamboscrimblo · 2 years

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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➵ chan, son of dionysus ➵

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x bang chan

Genre: fluff n’ smut

Tags: demigod au, inspired by PJO, sonofdionysus!chan, softdom!chan, lil bit of magic and enchantment, mentions of wine, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (stay safe lovelies!), creampie, praising, usage of pet names, lil bit of teasing, oral (r receiving), light bondage (ribbons), all kinds of sensory stuff

Word count: 1.7k

demigod!skz mini-masterlist coming soon

{swear on the river styx?}

Madness. This was where your love and disdain for Chan began and ended. He had caught you in his spell, and now, there was no going back. He was always good at getting what he wanted.

You were his all the way from the grass tickling your fingers on the edge of the picnic blanket to your bare toes kissed with the warmth of the summer sun.

Being alone with Chan was like being in a haze, a purple haze, more specifically--one that felt like an illusion, like he had you locked up in some kind of mirage. All that you could see and feel was him: his fingers slipped down the sides of your body, singing spells with his kisses into your collarbones and fluttering on your lips.

Chan was soothing like waves upon an ocean shore in the way that he would roll his body weight over you, pressing himself into you as if he was trying to consume you and make you one being. You wouldn’t have minded.

Madness was in his deep violet eyes that would make you feel dizzied. In the light of the afternoon, they sparkled and dripped in vice like the wine that he would bring to your lips. It was his elixir, somehow it would taste different every time. Chan would suck the bitterness of the grapes off your skin, but he always tasted sweeter.

Other times, he would lay simply with you, hidden in the grape leaves, tracing little designs into your arm with his fingertip. Chan recited poems for you, and monologues from plays in languages that you couldn’t understand, but they sounded beautiful coming from his mouth.

Your madness for him grew when he would weave little sprigs of lilac into your hair, humming a little tune for you until you would feel your eyes grow heavy with the allure of sleep; mauve under your eyelids which he too would kiss.

“Forever you’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours.”

Songbirds tittered in that vast vineyard, dotting the cloudless cerulean sky which would turn into a blur on those afternoons. His touch was softer than the breeze, and tickled at you too.

“You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?”

Chan tucks up the corners of your shirt then greedily works at the buttons and holes that let in the summer heat. He bites into your neck lightly, and the scent of lilac fastens to his naturally earthy scent: it’s almost like the smell of an electric atmosphere following the downpouring of rain.

He tucks his thigh between the pooling heat of your legs and bows over you like the willows nearest to the edge of forest guarding his father’s vineyard. He sweeps you into his arms, tangling his limbs and yours.

“There’s nothing more beautiful than you.”

He sweeps up your face in his hands, thumbing over your cheeks and giving you every bit of this sweetness: like cherries, like honey and nectarines. Chan’s kisses are like some kind of enchantment and the way that his tongue carefully passes yours is almost lyrical.

Chan weaves vines down your body of kisses, never breaking those violet eyes with you. The picnic blanket crinkles a little as he helps you shimmy out of your bottoms. He hovers his mouth over your dripping arousal. He then uses his hands to spread your legs farther, but he doesn’t need to do too much. His golden hair is like the soft threads of barely in your fingertips, and he hums into your twitching excitement. Your hips buckle into his praise,

“That’s it angel.”

Using both his hand and his mouth, Chan wets you further with his tongue. He spreads out his tongue flat to tease at you slowly, and with each return of his muscle, he brings you closer and closer to your brink. By now, your tossing body has strewn the blanket enough that the grass has become your pillow, and it tickles at the tips of your ears.

You’re drunk on him when he finally lets you feel him wholly, and he rubs harder, faster. Your body quivers at the way that his pink tongue looks pleasuring you like this, it’s just about enough to make you release into his mouth, just of him.

Cicadas hiss, and your incessant whimpers become one in the same with them.

Golden trellises string his determined and hooded eyes when he steals away all sensation from you to nibble gently at your inner thighs.

“Not yet my love, I’ll make you mine soon enough.”

Your gasping body is an utter mess under him, and you rock your hips into his body for some kind of feeling. Under his silken shirt, the breeze whips into the contours of his muscles, and you claw into his body, tracing over every one of the curves you can find.

“Please...”

It’s likely through pure insanity that your body keens for him, and thirsts to be evermore under his touch and attention.

“Angel, I can give you everything that you want and more...just be patient.”

To his side, he detangles the satin gold ribbon from the bundle of wildflowers that he had brought for you.

Your neglected sex pivots up towards his body when he prowls over to your wrists to tie together both of your hands with the ribbon. He doesn’t tie it tight, merely trusting it for decoration, and you don’t dare to break free.

Chan frees himself from his own bottoms, choosing to linger over your bare body: a mixture of body heat and anticipation. His hardened member throbs on your stomach and you whine out carelessly just to feel him inside.

“No-no more, want you--want you so, so bad.”

‘What is it that you want my love?” He aligns himself with your entrance. “Say it.”

“I-I want you, and no one else. Can you please...deep...I-I can take it.”

Chan devours the way that your wrists flick in that golden ribbon that shines under the sun’s rays. You’re completely vulnerable to him, but you’ve never felt safer. There was something about his presence that was massively calming--like him simply existing there with you in that moment was all you would ever need.

His lips are connected to yours once more as he coaxes his dick in slowly. Just the simple action fills you with euphoria, and you’ve lost all sense of composure. His girth swells inside you, washing you over with a complete sense of intimacy with him that you know is irreplaceable. He bottoms out within you with a low groan, eyebrows helplessly twisted as he feels your walls tighten.

He begins his thrusts and each return is met with both of your shaking breaths in the air. Your hands trace over the shoulder blades flexing on his back, then you dig your nails into the gorgeous skin. Chan is quick in digging his hips as deeply as he can into you to hear you let out more and more rushed moans past your lips.

“Get up this way baby.”

Chan pulls your hips up, then flips you over on your knees to bring himself back to you. He guides your face into the fabric of the blanket, hands then quickly moving to grasp at your waist. The gold ribbon juxtaposes the green grass in your hands like some celestial combination.

From this angle, he hikes up your waist into the air and near to his member, now thrilled and pink as well. He enters you at last, and you’ve almost forgotten how full you had felt before--now, it’s even greater.

“S-so pretty for me my darling. You-you look so pretty like this.” Chan grunts the words out best he can. In your madness for him, he’s driven himself over the edge as well.

Skin on skin pats lightly and he digs into your ass with one hand, and returns back to your sex with the other, permitting it those last fleeting touches.

He barely had to touch you more before your body shook violently with your orgasm that left you light headed, much like the others. While the heat sears through all of your limbs, Chan chuckles at his feat, grinding down his hips even harder while he chases your overstimulation.

You’re delirious by the time that he manages one more orgasm out of you; the second one makes you much louder and less demure than you had been before.

“Want-want you inside, c-cum for me?”

“I just wanted you to have some of the fun first.”

“I said that I wanted you. I said I can take it.”

The purple flames in Chan’s eyes spark, and he’s renewed his pace, pumping in and out you slowly, up until he’s spewing more little praises into the summer air.

“Aren’t you so tight for me? Gods, you feel so--” He trails tiny grunts in the back of his throat, “--so good for me.”

“Chan--mm--just a little more...”

Chan melts into a pool of his orgasm and your pleading voice, grunting out unintelligible moans of sheer happiness and relief. Together, you linger there, staying the exact same, and relishing in the beauty of feeling one with another person--the one person that you wanted and loved most in the world.

After he removes himself from your entrance still in aftershocks, Chan watches his white seed glisten and drip out just slightly.

You swipe away those golden strands to kiss his sweating forehead. The summer wind blows coolly on your perspiration and you take his face into your hands to laugh slightly together. It’s those violet eyes that take care of you, and love you, and glisten like the way the cottonwoods mimic the ocean’s waves.

You were mad. Completely and utterly mad for him, an infatuation so deep, it was the kind that some would say would last for ages.

Chan held your hand as you both came down from your orgasms, and looked up at the clouds with you from that little corner riddled with vines of weeds and juicy purple grapes.

The purple haze consumes you, and for a moment, you can’t even distinguish the real from the mirage.

“Chan?”

“Mmhm?”

“I don’t ever want to leave here with you.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #stray kids imagine #stray kids oneshots #stray kids drabbles #stray kids timestamps #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fanfic #demigod au #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan x y/n #chan x reader #chan x you #chan x y/n #i apologize if I have ruined anyone's childhoods with this au HA

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tedturneriscrazy · 3 years

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Okay, time for me to rant about a certain user on here who seems to post without thinking or caring much about what they might be suggesting.

I won't name them directly, but if you spend time scrolling through the Owl House tag like I do, you've definitely seen them before.

Just tonight they made a post of images featuring the pairs of Odalia and Alador, Raine and Eda, and the Grom photo with Luz, Amity, Willow, and Gus. In it they say something along the lines of "smart characters with their more goofy, less intelligent counterparts." (Paraphrasing, emphasis mine)

For now let's focus on what that suggests for Luz and Amity, because that's what initially set me off.

Because it is once again an instance where some galaxy brain in the fandom makes the assertion that Luz is stupid or otherwise less smart. An assertion that can be easily disproven by watching the show for five fucking minutes. But somehow, somehow, a character being "goofy" = not as smart.

In case you need a reminder, Luz was able to discover glyphs as a way to use wild magic, improvise innovative and brilliant uses for those glyphs on the fly, chose to study every single track at Hexside, able to talk Eda into doing things she wanted, and was able to outsmart Emperor goddamn Belos and his precious Golden Boy. Just to name a few things.

I think they're also suggesting that Eda is "less intelligent," which is also not true. Like, holy shit I shouldn't even have to explain this. Previously the most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles, sharp and crafty after decades on the run, still able to brew potions despite an incomplete formal education, not to mention how successful her plans were for the BATTs' raids. Again, just to name a few things.

More eloquent and thoughtful people than me have explained this many a time, and at this point I'm rather tired of this conversation.

All I know is that this isn't the first time this person has posted something problematic. I distinctly remember a post where they misgendered Raine, and from what I saw, despite plenty of replies politely asking to (myself included), this was never corrected.

I don't know why I waited so long, but I've finally blocked this person so I no longer have to see their bad takes and half-baked posts that are screencap collages with "cute" captions. If you've figured out who this user is, I'd recommend you do the same. I promise you nothing of value would be lost.

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #odalia blight #alador blight #rant #misgendering cw #it is 1 in the goddamn morning i can't deal with this shit #just wanna chill and scroll through the toh tag #and here i see people doing my girl luz dirty #like holy shit what even are you doing

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Amoreena | Chapter Nine

chapter nine

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: date night!! this is very fluffy, very emotional and extremely horny. edgar allan poe is rolling in his grave at what they did in his enchanted garden

exhibitionism, public sex (no ones there tho), drug mentions at the end (let me know if I should tag anything else!!!!)

word count: 5.4k

from the beginning <3

He spent all of Thursday afternoon with Penelope in Richmond, setting up for his date that night.

Stringing lights on the trees, mowing the grass and trimming the flowers back, the staff ensuring that the museum was in pristine condition for them tonight, it was perfect. The cats were brushed, there were rose petals the fountain and the most beautiful picnic set up in the garden.

Penelope packed their dinner for them, keeping it in the museum fridge for when they finally arrived, it was the only thing Spencer needed to remember.

Y/N: just got home, about to get ready! Can’t wait to see you at 6 ♥︎

Spencer smiled at his phone, about to text her back when Penelope laid a hand on his back, “change into your suit and head back to her, traffic might be bad?”

“Thank you, for everything. You’ve always been my best friend, more of big sister actually,” Spencer pressed his lips together tightly as to not get emotional. “You’re wonderful Penelope, thank you.”

“Awe!” She swooned, wrapping him up in a big hug. “I will always love you, Spencer, you deserve all of this and so, so much more, now go before I cry.”

He laughed, pulling back, hand lingering on her shoulder as he walked into the museum. They let him change in the backroom, it felt incredibly strange to be putting on a suit inside Edgar Allan Poe's house to go pick up his wife. Not too long ago he dreamed about bringing a girlfriend here someday, life was moving too quickly, he needed a breather.

He kept his suit jacket folded and on the passenger seat as he drove home, where he lived with his family. Even just thinking that as he paid attention to the road made him smile. The wind hitting his face, his hair blowing in the breeze, he felt free at last.

He was where he was supposed to be, all roads lead to here.

Travelling up her driveway with a smile on his face as the dust followed him to her doorstep. She was waiting in a red dress on the porch, Amoreena and her nanny eating pizza on the steps as they waited for him.

Stepping out of his car, he straightened his tie and pulled his pants up more, looking at his wife like she was a star plucked from the sky, landing in this Virginia field for him.

She stood then, her satin dress flowing and exposing a leg as she walked down the steps to him, “Is this what you wanted?” She twirled in front of him to show it all off, her hair getting stuck in her lipstick and making her laugh.

“I love you,” is all he can say as she leaning in with a wide grin, surpassing the smile to kiss him gently, using her thumb to get all the lipstick off his bottom lip and chin.

“Love you too, cutie,” she winked, taking his hand and turning back towards Amoreena, “listen to Nanny, remember we love you and we will see you no earlier than 7:30 tomorrow, okay?”

“Yes ma’am!” She saluted, mouth full of pizza.

“And what are the new rules about coming into our bed in the morning?”

“Knock first, wait till you respond, don’t come in unless you say it’s okay,” Amoreena replied, sticking her tongue out at her as she remembered it all.

“Smartie pants,” Y/N smiled at her, “come give us a hug, don’t get pizza on my dress, please.”

Amoreena wiped her sleeve over her mouth before running into her mother's open arms, they shared goodbye kisses before it was Spencer’s turn. She held him so tight it felt wonderful, “goodnight Lovey, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, have the best sleep ever for me?”

“I’ll see you in dreamland,” she replied, kissing his cheek gently before she pulled back.

“Have fun!” Nanny called from the porch as Amoreena skipped back to her.

“We will,” Spencer replied, taking Y/N’s hand and leading her to the passenger side, he opened her door and helped her inside, insuring her dress was inside before closing the door.

Jogging back to his door, he got in and put on his seatbelt. He threw the car in reverse and turned around by the barn, heading down the driveway, not saying a single thing as Y/N stared at him.

“You’re really not going to tell me anything?” She shook her head, licking her lip before biting it as she huffed.

“We’re going to Richmond, Virginia, to read,” he gave her one hint.

“Hmm,” she smiled, “I’m sure you won't tell me the title, so Mr. I can remember every book ever, what’s a random line in it?”

“You’re smart,” he teased her, “but for the brilliant green of the huge leaves that spread from their summits in long, tremulous lines, dallying with the Zephyrs—”

“We’re going to the Edgar Allan Poe Museum!” She cut him off with a cheer.

He slows down on the barren dirt road, mouth wide open as she got it right, he turns to her as they come to a complete stop, “how the heck did you get that?”

“Yes!” she laughed, tossing her head back as she clapped and kicked her feet a little, so proud of herself, “I’m a librarian, Spencer! Did you think I wouldn’t know Eleonora?”

“That’s the most random sentence in the whole poem?” Spencer was shocked, she recalled it faster than he thought he would be able to if she read a line to him.

“My brother’s first motorcycle was a Zephyr,” she smiled at him, raising her eyebrows. “My brain is kinda like a filing cabinet, if you give me a word I can remember everything I’ve ever heard with that word included.”

He started to drive again, shaking his head as he paid attention to the road but still astounded by how amazing she is. “Amoreena gets that from you then, she could have both our eidetic memories together, that would be very interesting to see.”

“Eidetic memory?” She questioned.

“It’s what most people call photographic memory,” Spencer explained. “You can remember everything you hear which is why you and Amoreena are able to recall songs, books and movie facts so fast, while I can read back to you anything I’ve read without having to see it again, it’s forever in my mind.”

“So we’re both geniuses, cool,” Y/N smiled at him again, “sorry I ruined your surprise.”

“You just know where we’re going,” he reminded her, laying his hand on hers, interlocking their fingers as he drove.

They had an hour alone before the real date started.

So she showed him all of her favourite songs, including some of Amoreena’s playlists so he could get familiar with them before their trip to Rhode Island. Her voice was impeccable, she knew all the words and harmonies, often opting to cove background voices he wouldn’t have even known were there if it wasn’t for her.

She loved music in a way that intrigued him, she enjoyed music with a story. Much like the reason she loved books so much, she enjoyed picturing the happy places in her mind that the songs were able to take her to, they filled her with glee and hope as she sang to her heart's content. Taking short breaks to explain the meanings of songs, to recite the best lyrics and why the songs are close to her heart.

“Do you want to hear the song that reminds me the most of you?” She asked between songs, pausing so that nothing else would start.

“Sure,” he blushed, nervous for what it could be and how she imagined him in her mind, hoping he could live up to it.

“I'm perfectly fine I live on my own, I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone. We met a few weeks ago, now you try on callin' me, baby, like tryin' on clothes,”

She stares at him with a beautiful smile as she waits to see his reaction to the opening, finally singing when the beat drops, dancing softly in her seat as she belted the words out to him.

“So prove to me I'm your American Queen, and you move to me like I'm a Motown beat, and we rule the kingdom inside my room,” She brushed her hand across his jaw, teasing him as the words flow from her lips to his ears, she loves him and he can feel it with every syllable.

“And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for, King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa! And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa,” she sings so softly, with a purpose, turning it down a little so that he can talk to her.

“I love you,” he reminded her, “so much it hurts sometimes.”

“It’s like your heartstrings are tugging on each other, right?” She agreed, “like they want to jump out of our chests and run to each other.”

He nodded with a soft smile, reaching for her hand again holding it as he brought it to his mouth for a kiss, “queen of my heart.”

“Hmmm,” she thought over his words, “I’m pretty content with being princess still, Lady Amoreena is in line for the thrown, it’s part of her namesake after all.”

“Does the kingdom have a name?”

“You know the Elton John song Goodbye Yellow Brick Road?” She waited for his nod, “my grandma called it Ozellous so it’s like wizard of Oz but I added the 'ellous' because people always said they were jealous of our farm.”

He’s trying his best to keep his eyes on the road when all he want’s to do is look at her smile, to see her pupil change as she recalls the loving memory, it’s his favourite thing to do. Better than any movie or play, seeing her face was better than looking at the most expensive art piece. He was so in love with all of her.

“Were you like Amoreena as a kid?”

“Oh yeah,” she laughed, “bullied hardcore for it too, kids always told me to shut up cause I’d add facts to conversations I wasn’t a part of.”

“I would have loved to listen,” Spencer replied softly, knowing the feeling all too well.

They were only a few minutes away now, turning into the small town and passing quaint little homes and cottages. “Amoreena would love this drive, these are some interesting townspeople homes for her imagination, we should come back sometime this summer.”

His heart was going to actually explode, she was everything he never knew he needed.

“I’d love that,” he added as they pulled into the museum. “I’m a museum member and I’m a patron, so sometimes I donate rare pieces I find, they love me here.”

Her mouth opened to speak, but her eyes got caught on the twinkling lights in the distance, mesmerized by everything. Old cobblestone streets, brick buildings and wooden gates, it was straight out of the 1800s and absolutely fantastical.

“And it’s all ours for the night,” he put the car in park and turned to her, “wait here?”

She nodded, speechless as she continued to look out the window at everything. Spencer got out of the car, opening the back seat to grab and put on his jacket, straighten out his suit before opening her door and extending a hand to help her out.

“Princess,” he extended his arm for her to tuck her own under, he closed her door and escorted her through the gate and towards the garden.

The sun was just starting to set, 7 pm in early June being the most beautiful time of year in rural Virginia, the sky was a perfect purple as he leads her through the stone arches towards the picnic.

Her eyes sparkled with all the lights, wide and pupils blown as she took it all in. It was a fairytale, she was in a princess dress, he was the king of her heart and this was just the beginning of happily ever after.

“Spencer, whatever your middle name is, Reid,” she gasped, swatting his arm lightly with a smile growing on her face.

“It’s Walter,” he smiled right back.

He let go of her hand then and walked over to a table, turning on the record player and dropping the needle in the right spot. He did his research into some Taylor Swift songs, finding one that reminded him the most of Y/N and how much he loved her.

“May I have this dance?” He asks as she notices the all too familiar guitar strumming.

He reaches a hand out for her, pulling her in as she takes it, “I was so so lost before I found you in the park,” he explains the first verse, barely a whisper beside her ear as they start to sway.

There I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place Walls of insincerity Shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face

“All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you,” he whispers once more, feeling the goosebumps bursting on her bare arms.

He spun her around, extending both their arms as she twirled out and then back into his embrace again with a giggle. She swayed back and forth, dancing with him like the night they got married in her field.

Your eyes whispered "have we met?" Across the room your silhouette starts to make it's way to me The playful conversation starts Counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy

“And it was enchanting to meet you, All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you,” he sings them this time, spinning her out again as the chorus hits, her eyes widening as she began to smile wider than he’s ever seen before.

They sang the words together as they danced, smiling and laughing as they moved around the cobblestone. Finding a rhythm so perfect, so them, it was silly and not on beat in the slightest, mostly spinning, it was a spinning song if the album cover was any indication.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

“The lingering question kept me up, Two a.m., who do you love? I wonder till I'm wide awake! Now I'm pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door, I'd open up and you would say, hey! It was enchanting to meet you, all I know is I was enchanted to meet you,” Y/N’s voice softer than ever as she sang her anxieties into his ear, remembering the day at the museum where she wondered if she could have him all to herself.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Spinning around in circles she leaves his grasp, dress circling in the wind and he watches her. She takes both his hands and spins around with him in a tight circle before pulling back in, their chests bumping as they laughed, happier than he’s ever been in his entire life, and she’s made him pretty happy in the last few weeks.

The girl of his dreams, dancing around him with a smile like she was making her own music video. This was a dream of hers he didn’t know, making it come true as it became a dream of his own.

He places his hands on her cheeks as he stares into her eyes, “this is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon, I was enchanted to meet you,” he whisper’s the words, barely singing, more talking.

“Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you. Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don't have somebody waiting on you,” she sings right back to him, staring into his eyes as they stand still in the garden.

She pulls him into a kiss, breathing in deeply through her nose as they hold each other’s cheeks, unable to get closer as they kissed. Pulling away with a loud smooch sound, smiling before taking her hands in his, once more.

Spinning her around again as the beat drops once more, her smile more beautiful than the first time he saw it. He was so madly in love, he firmly believed he was in heaven.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew!!

This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you!

Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

“Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did,” Taylor Swift's voice cuts into the beautiful moment as her songs change and the mood drastically changes.

Y/N bursts out in laughter, jumping lightly as she enjoyed the song, head-banging along as she danced by herself until Spencer turned the music off once again, “you’re so cute.”

“Thank you,” she bowed, “this is cute!”

“There’s a picnic basket in the fridge inside, and some wine if you think that’s a good idea?” Pointing towards the main house, she followed him towards the door.

“Oh, hello?” Her voice changed as she noticed the two black cats on the window, letting Spencer head inside for the basket as she talked to them.

“That’s Edgar and Pluto, the groundskeeper found them in the shed in 2012,” Spencer explains as he comes back out, basket in hand but she’s too busy with the cats to notice.

Petting both their faces, they stretch into her reach and bask in the feeling of her nails on their skin, Spencer would agree it felt nice. He loved the feeling of her hands in his hair, he must have been a cat in his last life.

“Amoreena wants her own indoor cat,” Y/N smiled wide at him, “she always wanted to call him Hercules like the Elton John song, almost like she knew you were her dad all along.”

She took his free hand then, following him towards the blanket in the grass, “how?”

“There’s a line in the song about Greek gods, but it says Hercules on her side and Diana in her eyes, and she does have your mom's eyes, right down to the colour of her iris,” Y/N looked at him like he was everything to her.

Spencer couldn’t speak, he just set the basket on the ground and ushered her to sit down beside him. She held the skirt of her dress up so she could sit crisscross applesauce on the blanket, draping her dress over her legs so she didn’t show anything off just yet.

“Every time I look at you I understand all her quirks and her facial expressions,” she added like she was trying to make him cry, “I’ve been looking at her for almost 8 years now, wondering who you were and now I know, and you’re so much better than I ever imagined.”

“Would you have looked for me when she turned 18?” Is all he can ask through his sniffles, trying to hold it together for her.

She nodded, “I was going to tell her soon anyway, she asks a lot of questions I’m not sure if you noticed.” Her giggle was priceless, “she had lots of questions when the goats were born this year and that meant her asking more about making human babies and I just said a special man helped me make my dreams come true, and she thought it was Rumpelstiltskin.”

Spencer couldn’t fight the laugh that erupted from him, leaning forward as he chuckled, making her laugh too. “Does she even know the whole story?”

“She’s only seen the 4th Shrek movie with him, she has no idea that he also takes the babies,” Y/N placed her hand on his knee gently, “If I get pregnant again, I’m going to tell her about how it all works as simply as possible, I want her to feel included in this and she’ll be less jealous if she sees this as a learning opportunity.”

“That’s a good idea,” he agreed, “I still can't believe she almost punched Michael for hugging me.”

“Oh, I can,” Y/N laughed again, “she was being bullied last year by an older kid and I said if someone upsets you or hurts you, sometimes it’s not that bad to hurt them back. Make them know you’re not weak and you care about yourself, and she gave a kid a black eye for tugging on her braid.”

Spencer couldn’t stop smiling, “that’s my girl.”

Y/N opened the picnic basket then, taking everything out with a smile as Spencer stared at her, thinking a million different thoughts about future kids, how Amoreena would grow up, seeing her as a big sister to hopefully many.

They both leaned forward and kissed softly, smiling as they pulled back, “so you like charcuterie?”

She laughed, “Amoreena called it shark coochie once, I can’t not think of that now.”

“How many kids do you want?”

“Have you ever read cheaper by the dozen?” She teased him. “As many as I can have, I have the funds thanks to my job and the farm and not having to pay a mortgage, I was going to have another baby next year anyway, I had an appointment and everything scheduled, I even tried to get them to contact Amoreena’s father for another sample but they said they couldn’t ask you outright for me.”

“They asked me if I wanted to give another sample when I asked if I could know my kids,” Spencer remembered the words exactly, “she said ‘You have four offspring so far, none of the other samples used have produced a child, the women were all IVF as well so it wasn’t your swimmer's fault if you wanted to donate again.’”

“I don’t want to know the truth, are you okay if we let her decide if she wants to find out at 18?” Y/N asked softly, “I’m content thinking you’re her father, I don’t want to know if it’s some other tall who-lookin’ genius, okay?”

“That’s perfect actually,” Spencer agreed, “and on the kids front, you don’t mind me being in my 70s when they all start going to University?”

“My dad is 68 with no signs of stopping, and he’s still fantastic with his grandkids,” Y/N always had a fact to combat his anxiety. “You have a lot of life left in you, I’ll take good care of you so that they have the best dad ever for as long as possible.”

Spencer was so in love with his family he felt like he was floating, laughing and smiling all meal long as they shared facts back and forth about their lives. Getting to know each other more and more as the seconds passed, he imagined it would be like this forever. She was like a bottomless pit of information, facts, stories and secrets. He loved every single one she shared with him.

She poured herself a second small glass of wine, “you know they say that one glass of wine every once in a while is actually good for the baby?”

“It doesn’t work that fast,” he reminded her, more like he reminded himself. He didn’t want to hope in the chance it didn’t happen right away.

“I had a nightmare last night for the first time in a long time, so I think it worked,” she teased him. “I won't know till June 10th, that's when my next period would be.”

“Nightmare?” It was the only part he picked up on, worried for her and wondering why she didn’t wake him up.

She nodded softly, “I found out I was pregnant and you never came home, and I got lost in the forest looking for you and then I remembered I could wake up.”

He rests his hand on her knee, rubbing his thumb against her bare skin softly, “I’m always coming home to you.”

“I know, when I got pregnant with Amoreena I had bad dreams in the first few weeks too, mostly about giving birth to nothing and being alone all over again, the subconscious and pregnancy hormones are mean as fuck when they hang out,” she laughed away the pain, “I know none of it is real.”

“Good,” he whispered, not knowing what really to say, he wasn’t used to soothing other people yet. Most people didn’t want his facts or concernment when something happened, just a hug normally.

She took a deep breath, pushing everything away, “good news, either my anxiety disorder is back in full swing or something’s working in here,” she laid her hand over her stomach, “either way, I’d like to try again tonight?”

He laughed, “we don’t need to make a baby every time you want to have sex?”

She got onto her knees then, crawling over the blanket and sitting right in Spencer's lap with her hands on both of his cheeks, “I want all your babies.”

He held her waist, pulling her in closer to his chest, “right now?”

She nodded, moving her dress out of the way to undo his belt, “no one is here right? It’s not like anyone would know?”

“Mhmm,” he agreed, kissing her neck as she unzipped his pants, moving his underwear out of the way just enough to free his hardening cock, she stroked it right there in the middle of the garden, staring down between their bodies in awe as he came to life.

Sitting up on her knees more, the slit of her dress made it a lot easier for her to show him her underwear. She was wearing just a thong, perfect for pulling to the side as she lowered herself onto him, ever so slowly.

She fixed her dress around them, completely calm and composed as he was fully inside of her, “you’re okay with this?”

He huffed a laugh out of his nose, dropping his forehead to her shoulder so he couldn’t buck into her and ruin the moment she was making, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her back and off him slightly before back down again, making her gasp.

“I thought you wanted to read?” She teased him as she started to ride him more, moving her hips in a way that took him in and out of her at just the right angle, her hands on his shoulders as she bounced on him lightly, he couldn’t even think straight. “Go on, read to me.”

He took a second to remember the words, mind totally somewhere else and not interested in a book at all when her boobs were right in his face.

“I am come of a race noted for vigor of fancy and ardor of passion,” the first sentence slipped past his lips as she kept going, he took a moment to kiss right under her ear before continuing.

“Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence—whether much that is glorious—whether all that is profound—does not spring from disease of thought—from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect.”

“Shit,” she moaned, pushing his hand down towards her clit, “you can multitask, smartie pants.”

His thumb was on a mission then, rubbing small circles against her pleasure point, she tossed her head back with her eyes closed as she continued to ride him, “I don’t hear you reading?”

He moaned softly in her ear at the feeling, and the fact she wanted to get off to hearing him recite something from memory, it was more euphoric than he could have ever imagined.

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in ah- awakening, fuck,” he was trying his best to stay as composed as she was when he really just wanted to lay her against the blanket and fuck her into next week.

“to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret,” Y/N whispered the end of the sentence, grinding down on him harder than before.

“In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good,” she whispered into his ear, biting his earlobe softly with a moan and he kept rubbing her clit, “you’re so good, Spencer, so so good," she paused to enjoy the moment before whispering in his ear once more, "And more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compass-less into the vast ocean of the "light ineffable," and again, like the adventures of the Nubian geographer, "agressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi.”

Her words softer than ever and they were never going to get to the end of this poem, he'd never know how the rest of the words sound on her tongue, she pulled him into a kiss then, moaning into his mouth as they ground against each other, finding a perfect rhythm to bring them to the end.

“There, yes, fuck,” she whispered against his lips, pushing against him as she arched her back slightly, slipping away from his mouth as she did so.

He slammed into her then as he chased her lips, making her whimper one last time before she was shaking in his lap, her legs quivering as she finished on him, sending him over the edge and stilling as he came with a shudder. He held her so close, both of them breathing into each other's mouths as they came down, kissing and smiling as they stayed connected.

“We’ll name her Eleonora,” Y/N teased, pulling off him and laying back against the blanket.

He made sure her underwear was back in the right spot before covering her with her dress again and sliding himself back into his underwear.

“Amoreena and Eleonora have a good ring to it, we just need 10 more names,” he teased right back.

“Hopefully we have a little boy one day too,” she smiled as she tugged him down beside her, cuddling into her side as they stared up at the newly dark blue sky and the array of stars that decided to join them this evening.

“Even if it’s just Amoreena, I’ve never been happier in my whole life than when I’m with you,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

“For what?” She asked, purely to keep hearing his voice.

“Making me want to get up in the morning again, giving me a reason not to buy drugs for something euphoric to happen to me, showing me real love and proof that happiness is possible if you just chose to be happy,” he gave example after example.

“I thought I learned everything the world had to offer, but you’ve been showing me new little life hacks that make the world so much better, I see a future of bright colours and happiness and laughter for the first time ever, so thank you.”

She held him closer, “it’s been a pleasure falling in love with you, together, you deserve to love yourself. You’re so wonderful Spencer, it breaks my heart to know that anyone has ever made you feel the opposite.”

He couldn’t speak anymore, turning to kiss her neck and cheek so he had something to do that wasn’t crying. He loved her so incredibly deeply that he felt like he was an anchor, dropping to the bottom of her deepest ocean, without a single plan to leave.

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