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spiltscribbles · 3 years

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Im so excited!!!! Here’s a little “It’s always been you. You and only you.” sprinkled in with Green-Eyed Epiphany

~Notes: OMFG bubby!!!! You are so beyond adorable! Thank you So SO much for the sweetness!! I really hope you like this XS and fingers crossed this fits the promptXS <3 <3 <3

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~R: my mom’s working the night shift at the clinic👀👀

~S: Kinky😏

~S: I can be there in 15

~R: make it 20 and get Chinese x

~S: sometimes I think ur j using me for the food

~R: and bring henny😈

It’s seventeen minutes since Remus sent the last text when the front door of his modest ranch house begins to thump with a familiar wrapping that’s three quick knocks followed by two slower ones, and he has to wrestle down the eager grin from his face when he swings it open to find one of his closest friends standing at the threshold in that customary weathered, leather jacket that he found two summers ago when Remus had taken him thrifting for the first time, and an impish sort of smirk that definitely would look ridiculous on anyone else, but only makes Sirius all the more maddeningly attractive.

“What took so long?” Remus asks mildly, pulling him indoors by the sleeve and gesturing for him to set the goods on the kitchen counter once they cross the small foyer.

“You wound me, Lupin.” Sirius retorts, quick-silver eyes flashing before he pins him against the island and puts his hands on either side of his waistline with more gentleness than Remus would’ve expected before they began this whole sorted affair— Okay, maybe that’s the wrong word for it?

It’s not an affair, or tryst, or carrying on or whatever the fuck else Lily says when she’s teetering on the wrong edge of tipsy and thinks it’s her right to call Remus out on his bullshit— on his stupid, beyond obvious crush he’s been fostering for one of his closest friends since junior high.

It’s none of those things— It’s not nearly as dramatic.

It’s just— Just that yes, Remus has been harboring a tiny infatuation for Sirius ever since that first day of the seventh grade when he had moved to this tiny, coastal town after his parents divorce. But how could he have not? Sirius is hilarious, and a genius, and so gorgeous that sometimes it feels like his insides are twisting up whenever he glances over at him. And on that first day, he had just caught Remus’s eyes from across the library shelves before classes begun, and smiled in that uniquely electric way of his, and asked if Remus could put slime in a very specific locker, (Snape’s), for a very specific reason, (Because he kept following Lily around like a creep), on account to no one suspecting the new kid. And yeah— Remus was lost on him an embarrassing amount from then on.

Sure, it can be regarded as kinda pathetic on Remus’s end— kindling this nest of emotions so close to the chest— but also it’s not as if he’s been lovestruck by his crush, like it’s some sort of waterlogged scarf he’s got dragging him down. His attraction towards Sirius is like a soft melody that’s swelling in the backdrop of all their interactions, nothing overwhelming— not a flood plane, not yet at least. It’s warm, and it’s familiar, and it’s persistent like a flutter of a humming bird’s wings. And Remus doesn’t mind pining over someone as fantastical as Sirius Fucking Black.

Graciously, in some strike of incredible luck, Sirius never caught on to Remus’s silly feelings, not until that night when they were watching an old movie in Remus’s basement while James and Lily were celebrating an entire year together— save for all their sudden stops and just as speedy starts— and Peter was visiting his grandmother in Tampa Bay. It was the first time they had been alone together since Remus broke up with Caradoc for the final time, and Sirius just looked so fucking good in that casual, white v-neck and his skinny jeans that make him look like some echo of James Dean on his best day. And Remus isn’t sure who exactly moved forwards first, or how the fuck Meg Ryan wandering the Seattle streets was some sort of aphrodisiac, or why Sirius— who could have any guy he would ever want— was actually humoring him, but one second they’re lying down on the sofa— Remus caged between Sirius’s expanse and the cushions behind them— and the next he’s tasting PBR on Sirius’s lips, and has got a fist full of his dark hair, and is thrilling at the feeling of Sirius’s thigh between his legs. And yeah— it just happened like those sort of things are want to do, and by the end of it they were sticky and breathless and diffident in ways they never been around one another, in ways Remus reckons Sirius has never been around anyone.

But the next weekend, when Sirius’s latest sorta— but not really— boyfriend had canceled on their dinner plans, Sirius wandered over to Remus’s bedroom window and it was another tumbling of frenzied hands and loosen buckles and thrusting hips. And then it just became an easy release— a sort of poetry, an understanding in all but name.

And that’s fine. They don’t have to talk about it. Remus knows that Sirius isn’t the type to settle down with a partner, to go bowling for a date, or texting countless messages that amount to nothing at all at the end of the conversation, or putting up with another dude’s parents taking photos of them before leaving to prom or homecoming or whatever the fuck else. And Remus is sorta sick of the idea of love, of trying so hard only to end up heartbroken and eating a gallon of Chubby Bunny in his favorite sweats and cursing John Hughes for pretending Hollywood romances can happen to ordinary high schoolers.

So yeah— This thing they’ve fallen into with each other is good. They’re friends— best friends— and they have fun and they’re apparently really fucking good in bed together, and Sirius never looks at Remus with pity when he spots him gazing at his profile absentmindedly, and he doesn’t mind when Remus traces invisible designs against his skin when they’re soaking in the after glow, and he never treats him any different. Sirius still slings his arm around Remus’s shoulders when they walk down the halls, and he still buys him his favorite chocolates when he feels poorly, and he still faces Dorcas's disapproving wrath when he drags Remus out of the library to have a little mischief— whether it’s smoking a blunt in the abandoned skatepark in town or playing some stupid prank on those assholes in their year.

For all intent and purposes, they still behave the same they’ve always acted around one another, but just with the miraculous addition of mind-blowing and dulcetly ductile sex.

This is good, this is fun, this is completely untethered from the bull shit of romance.

And if Remus mouths against the juncture of Sirius’s neck a little too intensely— trying to pry off the memory of the hickey Sirius had been sporting after spending the weekend with Gideon Prewett— Well no one has to be any the wiser, and by the sound of Sirius’s hitched breaths, he seems not to mind even slightly.

“Except my apology?” Remus asks, more coy than he ordinarily acts as he drops his arms around Sirius’s neck, and leans on the balls of his feet to whisper against his temple.

“Oh, you’re such a bastard,” Sirius retorts, labored as all get out, kneading his fingers into Remus’s ass that’s only covered by the thin layer of his plaid pajama bottoms. “You are going to have to do a lot more for me to forgive the lip.”

Remus laughs in a stammering sort of way as Sirius tugs him along, walking backwards to his room that he’s become incredibly intimate with since the first time they did this three months ago.

“Sirius, the spring rolls— they’re gross if we have to heat them up again.”

“I’ll postmate us knew ones,” Sirius insists, covering Remus’s mouth with his own with fervor. “C’mon babe, do not tease me like this.”

Sirius must’ve caught his mistake, because he suddenly goes as red as Remus feels— The pet name was to close for comfort considering their strictly friends with benefits nature, but Remus is already half hard, and he really does not want to end this, so with a sly wink, he returns to nipping at Sirius’s jawline, rutting against him in a very unambiguous way. “Fine, if you really don’t think you’ll need the nourishment for your stamina?”

The words have their intended effect, and Sirius makes a small growl deep in his throat before practically tearing off Remus’s shirt, and dipping beneath the waistline of his pants, scooping him up and racing to the bed.

And they get lost in one another beneath the pale glow of Remus’s lamplight and the moon spilling through the window, relearning each others every patch of skin for minutes on end that wax and wane like the delta of ocean waves, unspooling into something tangible and tantalizing with every kiss punctuated with teeth that Sirius trails across Remus’s collarbone, and the way Remus palms greedy hands up and down Sirius’s back until he gets the hint and undresses.

“Well come on, you’re not an invalid, Lupin.” Sirius jeers and Remus chuckles as he follows suit until they’re both finally, blessedly nude. And with an easy assurance of them having done this more than a dozen times now, Remus crawls into his lap and kisses him straight on the mouth, preening how Sirius moans against him— canting up wantonly and grabbing at his hips with a sort of intensity that will probably leave bruises in the shape of the pads of his fingers, and Remus absolutely adores the idea of that, feels something hot and needy and desperate unfurl in his gut as he presses their mouths more forcefully together, going buzzed when he gets to relish in the sensation of their tongues running against one another, and the taste of the ridges on the roof of Sirius’s mouth, and the slide of the soft skin of his inner cheek— gasping when Sirius pulls away abruptly, panting an almost reverent, “Mother of God, Remus,” and tackles him flat on his back before they commence, with the addition of both their hard, leaking cocks thrusting against one another and Sirius’s hand in Remus’s hair pulling that bit more forcefully while his other one roams the dips and planes of his side— skirting against the divots of his stomach muscle before he wraps it around the pair of them and begins to pull in earnest, to the rhythm that Remus swears was strung from the heavens above.

“Oh— Oh, yeah— Sirius,” Remus breathes out in a haggard sort of way, words that he refuses to ever call a mewl even if they’re stretched out and crackle with emotion.

“Yes—, just say that again,” Sirius practically demands, his mouth completely covering his ear in a wet, hot heat— his teeth scraping against the soft shell. “Remus, baby, just say my name, tell me you want it.”

And God, Remus is feeling so heady— like he’s floating and he couldn’t possibly come back down— that he probably would’ve listened to anything Sirius asked of him, especially if he does that thing again, when he squeezes the slick length of them with a tad more force than they usually play at. “Sirius, Sirius. Sirius, please, I’m close,” Remus shrills in an unsteady staccato— his normally smooth tenner going pitchy and pleading, and he can feel his toes curling, can feel the eminent release coming— What he does not expect is to feel something poking at his entrance, didn’t expect to be struck dumb by the sensation of the tip of Sirius’s large, dry finger poking right there, right against the fluttering hole, while he’s still pumping them in tandem, and the second it hooks inside Remus goes a startling sort of static , sees blasts of white blotching his vision and his head thrown back and his dick spirting out heavily against Sirius’s deliciously defined torso.

And he’s just breathing heavily now, during the come down, can barely make out anything through the heavy weight around him, the one cushioning his head— but he does graciously feel Sirius’s cock fucking into his own hand against Remus’s thigh and then idly the feeling of his come splattering him, but then after that he can just barely hear the distant padding of feed against floorboards, followed by a wet washcloth being dabbed against his skin. So when he finally forces himself to focus, he sees Sirius cleaning himself off, wrapping it into the pair of joggers Remus was wearing earlier and tosses it to the corner of the room.

“Rude,” he scolds with no heat, shuffling closer to him when Sirius lies down besides him once more and circles an arm around his torso.

“THat’s what you get when you’re acting like a lazy fuck,” Sirius counters, smug as all get out while he threads a hand in Remus’s hair.

“Hmm, didn’t see that in the papers recently. Is it a new law?”

“Yeah, actually just past on the senate floor.”

“Interesting… Well considering that only one of us has a senator for a father, I really have to ask to see the power-point you shared with him to get this bill through the stalemate,” Remus’s head bounces against Sirius’s chest from the force of his laughter at the barb.

“Oh, stuff it, Lupin.”

Hiding his smile into Sirius’s skin, Remus does as told, and they both just lie there, as if everything’s gone suspended just for the pair of them, just so Remus can count out the beats of Sirius’s heart pulsing against his sternum, and can feel the way their legs tie into one another, and can feel Sirius mouthing against his temple, blowing his curls with every exhale.

And Remus thinks that he’d do anything to remember this exact moment for every single day from here on out.

But then the quiet is abruptly and permanently punctured by the sound of his phone chirping, and he has to breathe in deeply before separating from the warmth of Sirius, and fishes down for the device that’s still crammed into the side of his bed from where he had hidden it after that initial text.

“Is Dearborn still on your ass to try again?” Sirius asks, a bit stilted.

Remus wonders if he’s just imagining the tension twisted in the question, but reasons that Sirius’s never been Caradoc’s biggest fan, so he just shrugs it off— really doesn’t want to get into some stupid argument about his asshole of an ex when he’s still feeling so content. “Nah, ’s James. Still trying to force me to go to the homecoming dance with you guys.”

“Oh,” Sirius retorts, lips pinched while watching Remus redress. “You should go, Marls is pregaming and you know she always gets the good shit.”

Remus shakes his head while puttering over to find a new pair of sweats and a sweater. “Nah, just not feeling it this year— Erm, you’re taking Gid I assume.” He’s not sure why he asks it, supposes he’s always a glutton for some pain and shitty feelings to inspire his playlists habit, but also maybe it’s him trying to sober himself. Trying to remember that despite this— despite everything they just did and how easy it’s always been for them to fall into step with one another— Remus isn’t good enough to be seen with Sirius in the light of day. He’s probably not handsome enough or cool enough or something else that makes Sirius absolutely revolted from the thought. Probably that he’s beyond bookish, and looks painfully virginal and isn’t nearly as sly or snarky as his other conquests.

Truly, Remus should just be thankful that Sirius wants this at all, he shouldn’t be so crazed over the why nots of the situation— it’ll only kill him trying to be something he never could actually affect with any credence.

Schooling his features to something passably indifferent, Remus pivots to face him again, is startled when he finds Sirius still naked and staring at him with a burning sort of intensity in his storm cloud eyes.

“He hasn’t said anything, but I guess he’s assuming as much,” he finally says, running a hand through his overgrown fringe, that familiar twitch of the corner of his mouth grabbing Remus’s attention. The one that tells him Sirius is actually irritated about something he’s not letting himself say out loud.

“Erm, good? Gid’s a decent guy.” Remus mutters, head ducked once it gets to a point that he can’t stand Sirius looking at him like that— Not after how blissed out and ferocious he had been groping every inch of Remus only moments ago. “You guys are nice together.”

And it’s like the breath before the worst of storms when his words collapse between them, making the pregnant silence go suddenly suffocating.

“Right,” Sirius intones once Remus levels their gazes, hurriedly standing and collecting his own clothes, fracturing the moment completely. “Right. Whatever, yeah. I’ll go to the fucking dance with fucking Gideon Prewett. That’s good.”

“Sir—“

“No, it’s fine. You can just stay home, and mourn over that douchebag Dearborn some more, even though you ending it with that dick was the best decision you could’ve made, Remus, and I’m not even saying it just because I’m petty. He is a prick, and you need to finally get a clue how much better you deserve, damn it!”

Remus’s head feels like it’s swimming. Why is Sirius so angry all of a sudden? Does he not like Gideon? Why can’t he just cut it off like so many times before? And why the hell is he petty over Caradoc? The entire situation feels like someone’s just handed him a wedge of Swiss cheese and told him to knit it back together.

“What is up your ass?” He decides is an appropriate enough question for his floundering, and shutters back only slightly at how fuming Sirius looks when he rounds on him— clothes disheveled and fearsome glower heavy on his face.

“Whatever Remus, if you can’t see that Dearborn is bad news—“

“I’m not pining for Dearborn,” Remus interjects, really doesn’t feel like listening to one of Sirius’s ridiculous diatribes about him, not now. Not when he’s still so bewildered by everything else. “Why would you think that?”

The fire in Sirius’s eyes vanishes as quickly as someone blowing on a candle, and it’s his turn to gawk, gaping at Remus, shoulders dragged down and eyes wide. “Wait— You’re not?”

“No…. I haven’t even thought about him for weeks.”

“Oh.” Sirius looks contemplative for a moment, before the righteous anger that only he could ever wear with such conviction, melts over him once more. “All right, then what the fuck is this?”

Remus stiffens, feels his veins lace with ice, an his breath catch somewhere in his throat, really does not think he’s ready for this conversation. “This?”

“Yes, Remus, this!” Sirius demands, sounding harsh in comparison to the barely croak Remus had spoken with. “Listen I don’t care if you want me to wait some more, if you need to lick your wounds or whatever. But why are you like pushing me on other people? Why do you want me not to be around? why do you want me to go out with other dudes?”

Remus lies back on the chest of drawers now, feels beyond dazed. “What the hell are you talking about, Sirius?”

Sirius clenches his teeth right then, the hinge of his jaw going taught

before he skulks closer, not letting Remus drop his gaze. “Is it me? Is it that you just can’t see me that way? Are you just stringing me along or something? Because I really didn’t think that was your style, but if it’s that, then Remus—“

“Stringing you along?” Remus asks in a voice barely above a whisper, just needs to feel his lips forming the absolutely risible words, even if it makes it so something dark passes across Sirius’s beauteous features.

“Remus, I swear to God! Stop repeating everything I’m fucking saying!”

“Then start making some damn sense!” Remus snaps, suddenly heated as he straightens and pins him with a proper scowl. “What in holy hell are you going on about?”

“God! Do I have to spell it out!” Sirius barks, cutting the final step dividing them and grabbing for Remus’s shoulders with a tight squeeze. “I know you just wanted to fuck around with someone after Dearborn showed his extreme dickitude, and listen, I was so fucking ecstatic that you wanted me for it. But I can’t do this in-between shit anymore! I’m sorry, but I can’t! And I get if this is annoying, but I’ve been crazy for you for so long. And I just can’t keep myself at an arms length anymore, not now that we’ve really had each other, not after you let me actually touch and taste and fuck you and— Damn it, this isn’t coming out the way I wanted, all right! Damn it, maybe Evans was right and I should’ve made queue cards like some dumb ass— But then James pointed out how unromantic that was, and Marlene said—“

Gently, Remus puts his shaking fingers against Sirius’s lips, effectively killing off anything else he’s about to say. And slowly, everything is beginning to slot into place, and he’s so spiteful over how they’ve been such idiots this entire time— swears to put salt into Lily’s coffee next time he sees her.

“I didn’t know you actually were into me Sirius.”

Stunned, Sirius’s dark brows hike up to his hairline. “How the hell didn’t you know?” He demands against Remus’s fingers, thunderous and insulted looking.

“Because you never fucking said as much!” Remus defends himself, feels a mangled sort of laughter squirming out. “God, we’re idiots.”

“We’re?” Sirius asks, hesitant and red faced before Remus moves his hand to peck softly against his mouth.

“I’ve been half in love with you for years you absolute ass-wipe, it’s always been you! You and always you.” Remus tells him breathily, still fighting down the last remnants of his actual, god forsaken giggle— like he’s thirteen again and getting buzzed off his mom’s peach wine coolers. “I only never said anything because I never thought I’d have a chance with someone like you— Someone so— so— Someone so amazing.”

The smile Sirius favors him with right then is something absolutely incandescent, and his eyes shimmer with a very distinct sort of joy that Remus wonders if anyone besides him has ever witnessed. “Then you’re definitely the biggest idiot between us, Lupin.” Sirius declares, knocking their foreheads together, and lacing his hand into Remus’s own before squeezing meaningfully.

“Fuck off,” Remus snorts, presses forwards for another languorous kiss, not feeling in danger of being swallowed whole any more— finally letting himself drown and knowing that Sirius will be there to pull him back up no matter what.

“Oh, I could get used to this,” Sirius smirks, snakes his arms around Remus’s waste that bit tighter.

“Hmm, there is the problem that I usually don’t put out until at least the third or fourth date,” Remus says mildly.

“Pff, ‘s fine, Lupin,” Sirius insists, grinning beatifically. “I like you being a hussy for me!— Oof, careful with the merchandize, you were speaking some real exaltations about that part of my anatomy not too long ago.”

Moving his knee from the point at hand, Remus sticks out his tongue at him. “See if you ever get any ever again, Sirius Black.”

When Sirius laughs, it sounds like the strike of lightening against unmarked land, and the honey cloaked side of a knife’s edge, and like everything splendid Remus has ever known. And he thinks that yes, he could get used to this right back.

#WOLFSTAR #REMUS LUPIN #SIRIUS BLACK #REMUSXSIRIUS #SIRIUSXREMUS #WOLFSTAR FLUFF #Spilt Ink

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 3 years

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Waking Up Alone

This is for my anon who requested something angsty and fluffy with El Phantasmo- hope you enjoy! The idea is partially inspired by the Cowboy Junkies song "Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning". (I am the queen of sad lady songs, I swear.)

Pairing: El Phantasmo x OFC

Word count: 3.091

Content advisory: language, sexual references

Sun comes up, it’s Tuesday morning

Hits me straight in the eye

Guess you forgot to close the blind last night

Oh that’s right, I forgot, it was me

The morning sun feels like an assault on your eyes, punching its way through your delicate eyelids and right through into your nerves. Yeah, you definitely had a few too many drinks last night. Gin and tonic with the girls, which you hadn’t done in ages. It ended up with pitchers at the dive you’d been frequenting since you were too young to get into bars, the place that truly catered to everyone. Beer after liquor, never sicker; liquor before beer, in the clear. Why the hell had you switched from liquor to beer?

Doesn’t matter now, you think, wrestling yourself into a sitting position while protecting your eyes with a trembling hand. Wrestling yourself. You sigh a little as you consider the term that immediately springs to mind. You didn’t mention the breakup to the girls. It still feels too strange, too ephemeral. Were you ever really a couple anyway? You suppose that’s the crux of the problem. You didn’t know where you stood, so you’d estimated that you were somewhere it turned out you weren’t close to.

If Riley The Perfidious Bastard were around, he would have made sure to lower the Roman shade you’d fashioned out of an old curtain and some bamboo rods. He was always impressed at your ability to create homey touches from spare parts. Now that he’s not around, you realize how much you’d liked having your abilities praised.

If Riley were here, you’d also be waking up to the smell of coffee, the most wonderful thing in the world for someone in your condition. But there’s nothing. No rich, roasted scent, no happy, burbling noises from the machine in the kitchen. You have to get up and take care of it yourself, which you haven’t had to do in a long time. Goddammit.

You run one hand over the expanse of your king bed, the plump mattress extending almost all the way to the window. Sure, the thing took up most of the room but you didn’t care. The room was only going to be used for sleep anyway. Well, sleep and that other, delicious thing. That thing you missed so much. Well, you missed it the way that Riley had done it. If he was really gone, you were going to have a hell of a time finding someone who could make you want to spend all day in bed the way he had. You still hadn’t made your way back to the center of the bed. Somehow, your mind refused to accept that things were over. You were still making space for him.

With a dramatic effort that has no one to appreciate it, you heave yourself off the bed and make your way towards the kitchen. You’re halfway through the process of making coffee when you realize that you’re wearing one of his shirts, one of the ones with his logo emblazoned on it. You must have just reached for the first thing you could find when you got home and, of course, that would be something from the pile of shirts you’d made next to the bedroom door; shirts to be given to charity because you sure as hell didn’t want to look at them anymore. That pile had been sitting there for three weeks, the dried traces of angry tears still on every part of it, and you hadn’t gotten around to carrying everything to the donation bin less than a block away.

Coffee is more important than anything right now, so you focus on that. You also shove a couple of pieces of bread in the toaster oven. Bread and peanut butter will help ease the seething broth in your gut and allow you to concentrate on the day. Which would be even more useful if your day actually required concentration. Band practice had been pushed back to tomorrow because Kyle and Lily were off in the country visiting her parents. Sure, you could work on the guitar parts by yourself, but it’s not like there was anything to learn. You had a handful of gigs coming up in the next few weeks, mostly local, all focused on your last album. Practice was just a matter of making sure you all kept tight and maybe came up with some new ways to make the live experience a little different for people.

As autumn shifted closer to winter, it was always the quiet season. Students were running short on money, the weather became unpredictable, and going on the road became less and less lucrative the closer it got to the holidays. It was approaching that time of year when people started to nest rather than seek a mate. Or at least that’s how it was for most people. It just wasn’t that way for wrestlers dividing their time between North America and Japan. You cringe at how that thought makes you recall the fights you’d had in the last few days of your whatever the hell it was because apparently it wasn’t a relationship.

It’s a very different feeling than at the beginning of spring, when everything was starting to pick up, when you constantly felt excited about what the immediate future held, and when you’d agreed to go to a wrestling show because Nadia was doing makeup for it. You and Wendy had shown up already drunk and had taken advantage of Nadia’s invitation to come backstage.

You’d stolen beer from kraft services and watched Nadia attending to her work while you tried to distract her by making her laugh. You’d been surprisingly successful but she was such a pro that she had no problems. The women took the longest for her to do, but all the performers had to come in to make sure that they’re coloring and contouring was perfect for tv lighting and that was how you’d met him.

The two of you had locked eyes as soon as he came in the room and had remained that way as he settled into Nadia’s chair. You hadn’t been able to tear yourself away from those huge, shiny orbs with their saucy expression and despite your inebriated state, you could feel that stare lodging itself in your memory forever.

“This is El Phantasmo,” she giggled.

“He’s a what now?” you’d snorted in response, relishing the flare of indignation in his eyes.

“Are we letting just anyone back here now?” he snapped.

“These are my friends!” Nadia assured him, slurring her speech as she motioned to you and Wendy. You’d been feeding her the beer you’d purloined as well.

“Like I said. We’re letting just anyone in.”

At that, you’d given his seat a shove with your foot, despite the fact that Nadia had started to apply bronzer to his cheeks. He was left with a dark streak across one side of his face and nose, which had made you and Wendy crack up.

“Come on,” Nadia chided, “I need to make these guys look good.”

“Good luck with that,” you laughed.

The man you knew only as El Phantasmo flipped you off and you’d returned the gesture, swiveling on your seat a little so that your hips were thrust forward. It wasn’t that he was the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen, far from it. But something about him just got to you. He had such an effect on you that even as you were mocking him, you let your body move and pose in ways that were intended to resonate with his basest masculine instincts.

You’d been captivated by the show, particularly by his display of athleticism, as well as his bratty defiance to what the audience wanted. You’d booed him with everything you had and you’d been so drawn to him that you’d had to restrain yourself from running to the ring and grabbing his pert ass right there.

Instead, you’d made your way backstage again and insinuated yourself into the group that was going for drinks. You insisted that Nadia come along because Wendy had headed home as soon as the show was over. You wanted someone to hang out with so that it wasn’t totally obvious what and who you were there for. It didn’t really matter, though, because everyone was so friendly and most were so drunk that they didn’t care that they had no idea who you were.

You’d kept an eye on him for a while and then approached the bar when you saw him going for a refill, elbowing your way in so that you were right next to him, bumping his shoulder hard as you got to the bar.

“You wanna buy me a drink?” you crooned.

“No.”

“Fine, I’ll buy you one.”

“Does that mean I have to hang out with you?”

“Yup. Besides, you know you want to.”

“I really don’t.”

He was laughing a little when you said it, and when you leaned over to scream your order at the bartender, ordering him a random drink since you hadn’t even bothered asking, he ran his hand down your back and gave your ass a quick slap. You’d smirked to yourself. You knew you’d seen the spark in his eyes.

“Riley,” he shouted right into your ear.

“Deaf now,” you shot back, pushing his drink at him. “You’re skinny for a wrestler.”

“Don’t need to bulk up when you’re as good as I am.”

“Anything else you’re good at?”

“Fucking women with big mouths until they can’t say anything but my name.”

The two of you had spent the night all over his apartment and, yeah, he’d lived up to his own hype. The sex had been outright feral, biting and clawing and animal-like noises until you were both too exhausted to move.

You thought about dropping a hint that you wanted to sleep there but since it was kind of obvious that this was a one-night thing, you’d waited a while then pulled your clothes back on to go. The two of you shared a surprisingly tender kiss at the door and when you made to leave, he’d looked surprised.

“You don’t want to exchange numbers or something?” He’d sounded legitimately surprised.

“Sure.”

You’d entered each other into your phones and you went home in a cab, reflecting that you did feel more of a connection than you’d realized at first.

Still, you held off calling him so as not to look desperate, but he’d called you a couple of days later. Not knowing what else to do, and not wanting to admit you were broke until your next royalty check cleared, you’d invited him over for dinner. The two of you had cooked some pasta together and drank a couple of bottles of wine and then tore into each other again, gradually making your way to your bed. Once again, it had been mind-blowing, but the real surprise came at the end of the night.

“Mind if I stay here?” he asked quietly.

You’d patted the pillows beside you and grinned. You’d drifted off thinking that, yes, this was something a little special and you’d woken up thinking the same thing.

Craving the crisp air on your reddened cheeks, you grab a sweater, jeans and boots and that wonderful alpaca poncho you’d found when you and Riley went to that farmer’s market. It was a weird thing to find in a place that was supposed to be all about food but it didn’t matter because it was soft and full of deep colours and even though it had been hotter than hell outside, you knew that you were going to get plenty of use from it once the weather turned colder. At the time, you thought that you’d still be going for walks and dinner and drinks with Riley.

As you get ready, your phone buzzes. Wendy sending you a message.

“Never let me do that again.”

You chuckle, remembering that however bad you got last night, she was the one who ended up trying to dance on the bar, refusing to acknowledge that she couldn’t climb up on it. You’ll all have a good laugh about it later but right now, you can’t deal with it. And the reason you can’t deal with it is because for a second, you’d hoped that it was him texting you.

Your body immediately knows where it wants to go, turning the first corner and heading for the hipster diner you eat from too often. They make a mean breakfast burrito but today, you limit yourself to one of those extra buttery croissants you love so much.

Joanne is working the counter, which is kind of remarkable since you remember running into her late into the night, but although her face is flushed the same as you, she’s smiling warmly at every customer.

“Hey there, lady,” she chuckles. “Still walking?”

“Barely. May I please have coffee and a croissant? And may I ask why Peter isn’t working this morning?”

She prepares your order, grinning. “Well he had some of the guys over to watch the game last night and it turns out he’s in worse shape than I am.”

“The bastard.”

“He was totally unconscious this morning. I hope he’s not dead because being a widow would suck.”

Everyone is in a relationship. Everyone you know is in love. It hurts a lot to think that one of those things is still true of you.

Things had gone to shit over an instagram post of all things. Him during a trip back to Japan, posing with a woman who looked straight out of a modelling agency. Immediately, you’d felt in your gut that something was off and although you hadn’t wanted to seem like you were scrutinizing his every movement, you’d been unable to hold back.

“Is something going on with you and that girl in the pictures with you?”

“Going on?” He’d seemed puzzled. “I mean, we hook up when I’m in Japan. No big deal.”

That’s where he had been wrong. It was a very big deal for you. The two of you hadn’t talked about your status but you realized that you had been assuming that because you’d been wrapped up in the romance of it all that he was too. Apparently not.

It had led to a huge fight, then another resentful exchange, and then he was back in Japan for a week. You hadn’t messaged him at all while he was gone. He didn’t contact you when he got back. You’d come home one day to find your spare set of keys in an envelope in your mailbox. No note, nothing. No request to get his set back from you. Giving someone a spare set of keys was supposed to mean something. How many women had keys to his place?

You ponder it glumly for the umpteenth time as you make your way back to the home that always feels strangely empty to you now. You’d been in the place for five years. He’d been coming around for five months and somehow it feels like he belonged there. You see a figure sitting on the front step of one of the buildings and for a second, you think it’s him, waiting for you to get home, like he used to before he had keys and could go in and surprise you with dinner, or flowers, or-

Then you realize that it actually is him, sitting on your step, drinking a beer and staring off into space. He doesn’t even look up when you come to a halt next to him.

“Dude, it’s nine in the morning. Are you starting early or finishing late?”

He shrugs without looking at you and after a long moment of silence, you sit down next to him. You tear the croissant in half and silently offer it to him but he shakes his head.

“For the love of god, eat something.”

He shakes his head again.

“Fine, become an alcoholic and drink yourself to death for all I care.” You bite into the delicious pastry, humming in satisfaction and finally he reaches over and takes the other half from you.

“Good boy.”

“Here’s the thing,” he says quietly. “I thought that since you’d never said anything, it meant that you had other guys in your life. All the guys I work with either lie to their wines and girlfriends or they just have these open things going on and I guess after a while it starts to seem like that’s the normal thing to do.”

“Well I never said that I was opposed to that. I never said that we couldn’t work something out. But you didn’t even give me the chance. You just carried on as if I didn’t even exist.”

“I didn’t, though.” For the first time, he turns to look at you. His eyes are red and swollen and something tells you that it isn’t from drinking. “I said that I’d hooked up with that girl and I had. In the past. Nothing happened when I was there last time.”

“Then why did you let me believe that something had?”

“I have no fucking idea. And that’s been killing me.”

With a heavy sigh, you reach out and place your hand on his. He immediately grabs hold.

“I think,” he says pensively, “that I felt nervous about telling you I was serious about you. I was nervous because I haven’t felt this serious about someone before. And when you got angry, I think I just flipped out and thought it meant that I was wrong.”

“Wrong for having feelings?”

“Wrong for thinking you did too.”

Your stomach flips and you tighten your hold on his hand.

“Well I did.”

He nods and stares off, his face twitching a little like he’s trying to keep from crying.

“I still do,” you tell him.

He turns and stares at you, big eyes surprised and hopeful.

“Really? Because I’m an asshole.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, “I know.”

“I miss you,” he whispers.

“Why don’t you come in and have a cup of coffee?”

“Only if I can make it,” he grins. “You always put too much in.”

“Asshole,” you grunt, standing up and pulling him with you.

As you unlock the door, he leans in and plants a warm kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks,” he murmurs.

The two of you enter your flat, hand in hand again.

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anemonenemerosa · 4 years

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Omg if you’re taking requests for coops, maybe sirius showing up with a huge bouquet of roses and remus and the team not being able to handle it, or the team trying to stealthily follow them on their first date by like hiding behind pillars and having code names lol. oR sirius asking for the teams help to do something for remus. hope one of these peaks your interest!

Dear Anon,

you have not been forgotten! I just needed a moment to come up with something.

Abort Mission!

He would rather eat a skate than admitting that he's a total sap and yet, here we are.

Remus was lying on a blanket in the middle of a wildflower meadow at the edge of lolligo-lake in the park, surrounded by candles, his head on his boyfrieds lap while being fed strawberries by said boyfried.

He absolutely loved it! And even more, he loved that Sirius obviously loved it. His dopey smile hadn’t left his face since he removed Remus' blindfold on the blanket.

Little did Remus know that in the nearby shrubbery, a certain Russian tried to not freak-out as a little spider slowly roped down in front of his face.

"Kuny be quiet! They will hear us!" Nado was on edge.

"NADO is spider, might bite us, might be ve- veno... Might be bad!" Kuny whisper-yelled while leaning as far away as possible without leaving the greenery.

"You are 6'4'' Russian terror on legs! Stop getting spooked by a tiny spider."

"But spider..."

"There are no venomous spiders in Gryffindor. Keep calm, love." Nado patted the head of his, secretly very soft and sensitive, flatmate in a calming way.

Nados phone lit up with a message.

WHAT THEY HELL ARE THE DISASTER TWINS DOING?! THEY WILL BE SEEN! – The coolest Team

Who? – Voice of reason?

Kuny and Nado. – The coolest Team

This night will be over before I have learned that. – Voice of Reason

On the other side of the completely undisturbed and definitely not spied on couple, Kasey and James were laying flat on the ground between the high grass, binoculars rised.

"See anyone snooping on our precious lovebirds, Kase?"

"You mean except us?"

"Oi! We're not snooping, we protect them. With love. No one dare interrupting my lovesick puppies. I will take them all down before they even come close!!"

"Endearing, Pots. I think I already have like nine ticks at my- Hell no!" Kasey dropped his binoculars and started frantically tapping on his phone.

I think they have spotted the Voice of Reason! Abort approach! – The coolest Team

Who? – Voice of Reason

YOU! Stir the boat away from the shore before they can make out your faces! – Disaster Twins

Whose idea was it with the stupid code names anyway? – Voice of Reason

Oh, Shut up Dumo, they're brilliant! – The coolest Team

No. No, they're not. – Lovebirds

It's Talker here and they are brilliant! – Voice of Reason

NO! Do not betray me! – Voice of Reason

Nicknames is fun. Not have much fun here! Spider try kill us! – Disaster Twins

Oh, hell xD – Lovebirds

"Oh my god, this is gold!" Leo sniggered and leaned out of the giant hammock they've installed the day prior in the crown of a large weeping willow, directly above Remus and Sirius.

He and his two boys were scheduled to keep an overview of proceedings and who would say no to a night out in a hammock with the hottest guys of the NHL, which just so happened to be his boyfriends? Even if the occasion was absolutely ludicrous, he was in.

"But the codenames are bad." Logan put his binoculars down to rub at his eyes.

"Well, Pots came up with them, what did you expect?"

"True." Logan yawned and carefully rolled over to bury his face in Finns chest.

"It's funny in Potty's flat and stupid sense of humour. I Mean Lovebirds. Us. In the tree. In a Hammock that resembles a nest. Not subtle but entertaining."

"Shut up Fish." The other two groaned in unison.

"What is that?" Leo sat up, making grabby hands for Logan's spy glasses.

"What?" Finn peaked up, too.

"Over there, near Kuny and Nado"

"You mean the disaster twins?"

"Finn you're sleeping in your own bed tonight." Leo was getting a little irritated with these stupid, overcomplicating names. Potter!

"Ok."

"Alone."

"NOOOOOOO!" Finn was a man! He would never whine! But he did.

"Then shut up, there are people coming! Logan, send an alert."

Hey, Nado there is a group of teenage girls approaching! – Lovebirds

Oh no. And it’s Disaster Twins. – The coolest team

And sure, when Nado turned around there was a gaggle of gushing girls ducking a few feet away in the same bushes, peaking out to get a glimpse at the unsuspecting couple in the meadow. Nado tried to stand very still while also looking intimidating wnough to scare the girly away. If I don't move, they won't see me. Just like in Jurassic Park.

"Nado."

"WHat?" This time, it was the addressee's turn to whisper-yell.

"I'm think is too much same." Kuny quietly fidgeted with his hands.

"What?"

"They and we. Should feel bad for snooping on cap. We just like girls."

"Kuny, we do not snoop. We protect!"

"Sure?"

"...no." Nado, veeery slowly, turned to his phone.

Hey guys, you think we've taken this too far? -Disaster Twins

Why, what would ever make you think that? - Lovebirds

WE. NEED. TO. PROTECT. – The coolest Team

And who is gonna protect them from you? Or... us? – The voice of Reason

OH SHIT! One of the girls in the shrubbery is Adele!!!! – Disaster Twins

Has she seen you? – Voice of Reason

ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSON! – The coolest Team

My end is near. Farewell, friends. It was tolerable knowing you. – Voice of Reason

RIP Dumo. - Lovebirds

After watching the others flee the scene, more or less stealthily, Leo turned to Finn and Logan.

"Think we're we done now?"

"Seems like it." Finn just shrugged.

"Then let's go home."

"We can't." Logan stopped mid getting up and looked at Leo.

"Why?"

"Caps and Loops cannot not notice us climbing down the tree directly besides them. And so far, I think we might be the safest of them all."

"Right." Logan plopped down again.

"Well... We have blankets, it's a mild night with a clear sky..." Finn just noticed airily. And continued with a little smile while his boys were following along with interest.

"We're together..."

"Rather romantic up here isn't it, with the branches like curtains..." Leo continued with bright eyes.

"Might make the best out of it?" Logan patted suggestively at his side.

"YES!!!" Leo exclaimed in a very quiet whoop and flung himself between the others.

Little did Remus know... Or, did he?

Three days earlier...

Remus created HELP!

Re added Lils to the group-chat.

Re added Nat to the group-chat.

Sweetie, what's the matter? - Nat

Sirius and I will have our first official date in three days. - Re

Yes, baby! - Nat

Whoooo! - Lils

What do you need? - Lils

They are up to something. - Re

Who? - Nat

Potts and Kase. - Re

What do you mean? - Nat

Yes, they are. - Lils

What do you know lils? - Re

James is too excited. Somethings Fishy. - Lils

You think Finn is in there, too? - Re

xD - Nat

Not what I meant, but most likely. Yeah. - Lils

But why? - Nat

I don't know. - Lils

Hey, let's add Celeste. She can read Dumo like a book and if Finn is involved, Logan is, too. - Nat

...And then Dumo knows... and then Celeste knows. - Lils

Correct! - Nat

Remus added Celeste to the group-chat

Bonsoir messieurs dames! What is the occasion? - Celeste

Remus and Sirius are going to have a date and some of the other idiots are up to something, you know something? - Lils

HEY! - Re

You are not an idiot, love but you boyfried.... -Lils

... Fair. - Re

Ohhhh, that is happening. Pascal is very excited! Je suis content pour toi, Remus. - Celeste

Thank you, Celeste <3 But do you know whether they are planning some nerve-racking stuff to destroy my moment? - Re

I will not let that happen! - Celeste

Leave it to us, sweetie, we're gonna stop them. - Nat

Oh, I don't want them to stop. - Re

Really? - Lils

I want them to regret. - Re

LOVE IT! - Nat

YES! I'm in. - Lils

Absulemont. - Celeste

I love you all. - Re

Two hours before the date...

Everything is ready. – Nat

Thank you!!! – Re

You get an update after your date. - Lils

Adele is ready and wants you to know that she got it. Now go and don't worry ma chérie. - Celeste

Alright :D Love you! - Re

The morning after the date...

When Kuny and Noda arrived at the locker room, about five minutes late, they were in for a shock. Every stall of the 'Mission protect- squad' was plastered with photographs of them spying. The guys that politely declined any involvement were chirping them badly for being that bad in secrecy.

They would probably never hear the end of it.

Although, no pictures of O'Knutzy were taken during the mission, there were indeed pictures of them setting up the hammock.

Sirius and Remus were nowhere to be seen... the quiet was freaking them more out than any yelling ever could.

And then, it came down on them. Cap and Loops were already waiting on the ice with snacks for the team and death-drills for the assholes.

"We'll never do that again!"

"Snooping on our Cap and PT? No, they are too much of a powerful combination."

"But how did they get all the photos?"

"Adele." Dumos face was crestfallen.

"But that means-" Nado piqued up while rubbing his sore ass.

"Celeste." Dumo nodded.

"Oh, hell." Leo muttered while he and Finn dragged an almost passed-out Logan along. If his exclamation concerned that or the evil genius of Dumo's wife, no one knew.

"Probably Lily and Natalie, too." James and Kasey were leaning against each other.

"No chance. Too smart." Kuny shook his head while he softly kneaded Nados shoulders.

"Caps and Loops are gonna pay for that mean trickery." The desperation on Dumo's face was replaced with utter determination.

"I've pranked people before they were even out of their diapers! With my own wife, nontheless! Je n'accepterai pas la défaite!"

"What have we done...."

I really hope you like it!

Writing it was a lot of fun. I would never laugh at my own jokes.

As always stay safe and channel your inner Hufflepuff <3

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nxfelibatae · 4 years

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pose || jimin x reader [pt.3]

When the opportunity presented itself there was no way you were going to let it go, only 10 days to make a boy fall in love, It must have been easy, but you let yourself be carried away by your feelings, and nobody should risk their heart to the ones who are addicted to play with it. Love disguises itself in many ways and it hurts when you find out it was all a lie.

pairing: fuckboy! jimin x reader!

word count: 7.3K

genre: Fluff, slight angst, light smut, how to loose a guy in 10 days AU

warnings: Alcohol use, sex references, slow burn, swearing. Everybody it's kinda lying. That's pretty much it.

A / N: inspired by the movie How to loose a guy in 10 days. First work here so please be nice guys :(. It's a two people work.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3

PART 3

Day 10

'Wake your ass up!' Nayeon screams from the other side of your bedroom door 'Breakfast is ready and if you don't come out I'll eat everything on my own, you know I'll do it!'

A groan came out of your mouth when you heard her walk away from the door. Pressing a pillow against your head and closing your eyes tightly to combat the noise and the annoying daylight making its presence between the curtains of your room, wasn't too helpful, you could hear her shout your name again, followed by another threat about going in to get you out of your hair.

You knew that the only reason Nayeon was being so considerate was because she wanted to know the details of your get away with Jimin. Was it proper to call it a date? It was weird to even think about it, but you actually enjoyed it. As you open your door to avoid another shout from Nayeon, you let the smell of bacon and pancakes invade your nostrils.

The kitchen isle had always been the place to have breakfast, any day of the week. Being an apartment of two students, a dining room was not affordable and you would rarely use it. You let all your weight fall into one of the high chairs in front of the ivory table, you were clearly tired due to the few hours of sleep. Nayeon looked at you and gave you a mischievous smile as she places a plate in front of you.

'It smells really good, Nayeon. Thank you. ' A grateful smile takes place on your face, Nayeon smiles in response as she sits across from you with a large cup of coffee. 'How did you get home last night?' The tone of your voice was curious and concerned, since the night before you had only checked her room to make sure she was still alive, ignoring completely the fact that you didn't know how she got home safely.

'Oh, Mark called a taxi for me. He made sure I got home safe, he followed the driver in the app ... '

Your eyes widened in surprise. After the events of last night, the most logical thing for you was that Mark brought Nayeon home, because in your opinion his attitude was flirtatious towards her in various ways. Nayeon laughed loudly at that, assuring you that they were just friends and that he was just being nice.

'How sure are you about that?' You asked curious.

'Hundred percent sure.' Her tone drips on confidence. She takes another bite of bacon, grabbing it with her tiny fingers. She has the habit of eating with her hands sometimes.

'And that's because ...'

'He has a girlfriend, you silly,' she spits smiling 's * She arrived like five minutes after you ran away with your new boyfriend. Small, good-looking, likable, you know? But obviously Mark wouldn't leave her standing there just to take another girl home, so I told him not to worry and that I could get back on my own, he was really nice and called the taxi for me and offered to pay for it , but I rejected his offer, once I got home I texted him to let him know I was safe in bed. ' taking another bite of bacon, she finishes her story.

‘I see...’ you murmure, avoiding as much as you can the whole date with Jimin topic. You were worried about Nayeon taking too seriously this whole situation with Jimin, when it was really just a game, a story to write an article about. The idea of Nayeon giving you advice wasn't what made you anxious, it was her messing with your head, giving you wrong ideas of what you felt you had under control. Did you actually have it under control?

‘So...’ she says smiling like the Cheshire cat from Alice in wonderland.

‘Nayeon...’ you warn, not letting her mess around with questions. It was too early in the morning, or at least for you, to talk about this topic and let it spin around your head again.

‘Come on!’ She whines with sad puppy eyes. ‘I just wanna know how did it went. Where did you go? Was he nice? Was he a gentleman or is he the asshole everybody says he is with girls? Did he tried to kiss you?’ You felt overwhelmed with every question that Nayeon threw at you quickly. When Nayeon was curious or excited about something, she could speak really fast.

Blinking a few times and after taking a sip from your coffee, you took a long breath to begin answering your best friend's questions. ‘We went to grab some dinner as we said we would. He took me to this 90’s styles restaurant not far from where the party was and he was actually...nice I think? I mean he was polite, he didn’t looked at the waitress as I thought he would, he opened the door for me when it was necessary and he also paid for the food. We talked a little bit, exchanged phone numbers and before I knew it was 4:00 am, so he brought me back home and yes, he tried to kiss me at the front door but I told him I wanted to take things slow and then slammed the door almost in his face after I said “get home safe, good night”. That’s it, that’s all it is to tell’ you took another bite of a pancake drowned a little too much in maple syrup, not giving much attention to the fact that you had a date just a few hours ago and you almost got kissed at the door.

‘I am not surprised at all that he tried to kiss you, actually. I am surprised about the whole polite thing he’s playing, you know? I’ve never heard of Jimin doing that with other girls’ she says frowning.

‘Maybe he’s trying to act different with me, but…why?’ You say with a shrug. ‘Anyways...I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would, you know?’

‘You mean you like him?’

‘I mean, yeah? Not in a romantic way, I just think he’s nice, I don’t know how to describe it.’ Your shoulders rise to emphasize your indifference.

The conversation is quickly interrupted by the doorbell, the two of you look at each other confused wondering who could be, since none of you expected visits.

‘Maybe is the mailman, I don’t know, can you check it? I'm in the middle of my pancake.’ you two laugh when you shove half of the pancake into your mouth.

Nayeon runs to see through the peephole and let out a gasp when she realizes who it is.

‘Who is it?’ words cannot be understood because your mouth was still full.

‘Umm, I think is for you.’ She answers with an excited smile as she holds you by the shoulders.

‘But, I said I wasn’t expecting anyone.’ Pieces of pancake flew out your mouth making Nayeon feel grossed out about it.

‘You might want to finish that quickly, because Jimin is waiting for you outside with a bouquet of flowers.’ Your roommate says wagging her eyebrows mischievously.

‘What?!’ Her words took you by surprise and thanks to the exaggerated amount of food inside your mouth, you started to choke. Nayeon took action and started tapping you on the back as you took a few sips of coffee to help the food down your throat, what was going on? Why is he here? You thought he would text you to set a place to meet at, not appear unannounced at your doorstep.

‘Are you okay?’ Nayeon asked worried about your condition.

‘I am, but what is he doing here?’ You murmured just to make sure he won’t listen to you.

Nayeon and you start arguing under your breath, while on the other side of the door a desperate Jimin rings the bell again.

He thought about the flowers on his way to your house caught by a red light that made him stop next to a flower shop where this beautiful flowers were displayed, he immediately thought of you, which seemed very strange to him, but at the same time made him think about the points he could earn with that detail.

Jimin made a left turn where he found parking, his next move on you was to take you on a romantic date, girls love that kind of things he thought.

‘Hey man, how much for the flowers at the front?’ Jimin asked taking his sunglasses off as he entered the shop.

‘The Roses or the Lilies?’ Asked back the florist cleaning his hands of what the floral foam had released after arranging a new bouquet.

‘I don’t know about flowers, the red ones?’ Jimin answered not really sure about it, the florist just laughed at his lack of knowledge.

‘The roses are 68,000 won’ The florist walked directly to the bouquet followed by Jimin, ‘I see you're the passionate type.’

‘I’ll take them.’ The florist took them to the front desk where the tools and wrapping paper were so he could arrange them ‘Why you say that?’ Jimin asked while watching how delicate the florist was with the flowers.

‘Well, red roses signifies enduring passion, that's why.’

He smirked a little at the comment ‘Do they?’ Jimin handed the money and left immediately, as he crossed the shop’s door he puts the sunglasses back on.

That was weird.

The sound of the motor made him put his feet on the ground, leaving the subject completely aside.

Buying flowers for a girl was not something normal for Jimin and now he was outside this girl's place with a bouquet that until now he had realized had cost him at least three whole meals at his favorite restaurant.

After arguing for what seemed like forever to you, Nayeon eagerly pushed you towards the door, encouraging you to open up even though your hair looked like a bird's nest. Taking a long breath and trying to straighten your hair as much as possible, you open the door revealing a smiling Jimin in ripped jeans and black boots.

‘Hi.’ He said, caught up by surprise after your random look in mini shorts and stained blouse. ‘These are for you.’ He pushed the bouquet towards you.

Smiling you took it, appreciating the gesture and the bright color of the flowers. ‘Thank you...’ You took a step outside as you closed the door behind you, not letting Nayeon hear any further your conversation. ’I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon.’ A nervous smile appeared on your face when you put a tuft of hair behind your ear.

‘Well, you did say that the second date depended on me so…’

You giggled at his answer. ‘Jimin I meant that you could text me so we could hang out again. I was not telling you to show up at my door by surprise.’

Jimin knew, you delivered the message very clear, but with the clock ticking against his favor, he had to take every opportunity and risk to make you fall for him as soon as possible, reason enough for him to buy the flowers in the first place too.

‘Right. I knew that.’ He started his next move, trying to be cute and looking embarrassed, a quality he really lacked. Jimin is usually described by his friends as the most scoundrel in the world. He knows that playing the innocent guy is a risky move but, again, all risk and opportunity had to be taken in this situation.

An awkward silence took over the situation, mostly due to the fact that Jimin appeared without a warning, catching you in the middle of a bite and wearing pajamas which to be honest, were very short and embarrassing. Who in college sleeps in pajamas from their favorite cartoon?

Jimin, on the other hand, finds them funny, even a little cute. That's probably why he thinks it's a good idea to make them a topic of conversation, ‘Nice pajamas.’

‘No please. They are embarrassing.’ You let out a laugh, covering your face with one hand in embarrassment.

‘They are not!’ He says with a bright smile, relieving the tension and the awkwardness between the two of you.

You laugh a little, lifting your sight just to see his beautiful smile. Something tingles in your head, a question, ticking in your tongue, ready to be spit out. Why did he wanted to see you so soon? Why was he so interested in you?

You clear your throat a little ‘Jimin I…I don’t wanna sound rude but…what are you doing here? Honestly.’

The question took him by surprise, causing him to blink a couple of times before answering, still not looking into your eyes, shifting his foot from side to side as if he was kicking an imaginary rock, he looked like a child, making your heart sink.

‘I just…I wanted to see you again, you know? I had a really great time yesterday, maybe take you out one more time, during daylight, so we could have more time together?’ Now he was looking at you with puppy eyes, his eyes make your heart fluster a little.

‘So you drove all the way to my apartment just for a maybe? What if I wasn’t home or what if I say no?’ you ask, really curious. If Park Jimin is who everyone says he was, it didn’t make much sense to you that he would sacrifice his Saturday morning just for a maybe from a girl, right?

‘You were worth the shot.’ he says as he shrugs ‘Besides, you still haven’t said no.’

He does have a point. You bite your lip, thinking how to answer, how to tease him. ‘You haven’t even asked properly…’ now you look at the flowers, leniently caressing the petals, trying to look nonchalant.

Jimin sighs, not angry or pissed, he looks like he’s having fun, smiling and holding a laugh, you guess. ‘You really want me to say it, don’t you?’ Hand runs through his hair, slightly stretching the ends. He really thinks about it, because never in his life has he said the words meaning them, his tongue lingers when he finally asks ‘Would you like to go out on a date with me? Again?’

Your face is adorn with a smile of victory and a little flash of ego in your eyes. But now that he has said the words, you find yourself not knowing what to answer.

So then you look again at his eyes, sparkling with hope and with impatience, and you feel confused, because Jimin it’s supposed to be rude, dumb and an asshole, not cute and nice.

‘I don’t know…’ you bite your lip again, playing hard to get, hoping that he shows his true self, getting angry and leaving, telling you that in the end his not going to waste his time begging

‘Pretty please?’ His tone is soft and he takes a step forward, taking your hand, stroking your check slowly.

And just like that, Jimin finds himself doing what he never does, at least not for a date. Beg. In his head, he’s sending prayers, wishing he could control minds to tell you what to do, wishing for you to say yes because now he feels like his pride is damaged.

But you don’t see it like that, you are being tricked without noticing, because you confuse his desperation with sweetness and softness, finding yourself actually wanting to say yes, and not only for the article and the whole playing with a fuckboy thing.

Jimin genuinely believes he’s getting a no for an answer, preparing himself for the worst and to take his damaged pride back home, closing his eyes when he sees you’re about to speak again to deaden the blow you’re about to deliver.

‘I…’ you look everywhere, trying to place your sight in something more than him, nervous due his proximity. ‘Could you wait for a couple of minutes? So I can put myself together a little and place this beauties in some water?’ You surprise Jimin and yourself when you spoke.

Jimin is relieved one more time, releasing the air he didn’t know he was holding until he heard you. Without erasing the apparent joy on his face, he answered 'I'll wait right here' so you let him go, disappearing once again through the white door of your apartment. Jimin felt a déjà vu when he saw you and with both arms crossed he leaned back on his motorcycle, letting the sun spray him for a few moments as he felt the heat envelop his body.

Inside, you're not surprised to see Nayeon standing by the door, probably just walking away from it to spy on you.

'Is he leaving?' She asks.

‘You ask as if you hadn’t spied on us thru the peephole, Nayeon, don't play dumb with me'

She forces a smile, as you pass her the roses Jimin was so kind to buy for you and ask her to put them in water, rushing to your room, trying to look decent in record time.

20 minutes later, Nayeon gives you a last good look at your outfit and hair, somehow she managed to get her hands on you after she saw the plaid shirt and the damp hair in a high ponytail.

You looked fresh now, with a lightweight tank top that Nayeon pulled out for you and moderately dry hair falling onto your back. You started to regret washing your hair at this time, you felt the heat consume your body due to the humidity which would probably make it fluffy after the motorcycle ride.

With a denim jacket in hand and the apartment keys in the other one, you waved Nayeon goodbye closing the door behind you, taking mental notes of every advice she gave you before you headed out.

'Don't let him kiss you just yet, just tease him about it. Flip your hair a couple of times and reject him if he tries to hold your hand. Let him know he has to earn it but send 'i like you' signals all the time. You're trying to confuse him, you got me?'

Actually, the answer was no, all the tips Nayeon had given you were contradictory to each other, even unruly, you only managed to nod to avoid keeping Jimin waiting any longer, probably dying from a heat stroke.

As you walked towards Jimin, he turned his head in your direction showing his smile.

Is he always this smily?

‘I’m sorry it took me so long.’ An awkward smile formed on your face when you were right in front of the boy.

You stared for a few seconds, seconds that were enough to re-analyze Jimin's facial structure, he was really handsome, you didn't understand how someone like him with such a reputation could have noticed you, not that you were less than the other girls, it's just that the situation didn't seem real.

'No worries' he says adopting an upright figure as he holds out your helmet. 'It's still early and there's some places I'd like to take you' He watches you carefully, taking another look at your body and your features now in broad daylight. Jimin would certainly have tried to get closer to you if he had seen you before the bet. The difference would have been in the insistence, since at the first 'no' he would've backed up.

Once he hears the little click on the snaps that fit the helmet to your head, he extends his hand to help you get on the motorcycle, wearing that bright smile of his. Giggling at the gesture, you accept the hand.

This time you place your hands around Jimin's waist without hesitation, he smirks and starts the engine. You could get used to this, the motorcycle thing. It was really relaxing, feeling the wind in your face, the sounds around you, everything felt…right. You let yourself go just like last time, for a moment you think about getting a motorcycle but your parents wouldn’t be too happy about it.

You don't know what exactly is going on with you, maybe it's Nayeon's words in your head repeating itself over and over again about sending signals, but you only act in automatic placing your chin on Jimin's right shoulder and getting closer to him when a fresh smell reaches your nose, it doesn't take long for you to realize is Jimin.

He even smells really good, does this guy has any flaws?

‘Okay, what do you think about me choosing your ice cream flavor and you choosing mine?’ Asks Jimin entering the ice cream shop after you.

‘I don’t know, you look like the kind of person who has really bad tastes.’ Your nose scrunched.

‘You didn’t think that when we were at the diner.’ He answered getting close to your face, you started to panic and remembered Nayeon's words, “Don’t let him kiss you just yet.”

‘I’ll let you have this one, sir.’ You say walking away to get to the counter where all the flavors were exhibited, ‘You have to try that one for sure!’ Jimin who just got next to you looked to where your finger was pointing.

‘Pickled Mango? That sounds gross.’ You let out a laugh when you see Jimin shake in disgust after reading the name ‘If I try that one you have to try the pear and blue cheese one.’

‘No! I refuse!’ you complain laughing ‘Let’s just get normal flavors.’ you say frowning

'Oh... so you'll chicken out?' he says, rising an eyebrow and looking at you with tease.

'What? No! I just don't want to get sick by eating ice-cream thank you very much.’ With crossed arms you stare at him, you don't let him get into your head, being firm and looking right into his eyes.

'Yeah, sure' he smiles widely. He remains quiet for a couple of seconds, looking around to se how many people were in the store, your stomach sinks due nerves, trying to defy what is his next move.

Jimin takes two steps to the nearest customer, a lady with her son enjoying her ice-cream in a cup. He taps her shoulder nicely. 'Excuse me ma’am, did you know this establishment accepted animals such as chickens?'

Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets when you hear Jimin speak. The woman only manages to blink several times, while Jimin looks in your direction, almost mocking at you. 'You see, I thought that girl over there was my date, but it turns out ...'

It took two big steps for you to reach him, interrupting him and pulling him by the arm at the same time. 'I'm sorry.' you say with an apologetic look at the woman. 'He just got out of rehab, he doesn't know what he's saying, he's still detoxifying'

Jimin forms a wide 'O' with his mouth at your words, shouting 'Rehab?!' enough audible for several eyes to settle on you with an offended tone. But Jimin was unwilling to give up, unsurprisingly, so with a big drag of air, he yelled into the establishment.

'Hey everyone! I'll just like to inform you that my date chickened out and it's no fun at all'

You try to push him harder to the counter, where the girl who served the ice cream was, but Jimin is heavy and taller than you, making the task complicated.

He continues yelling, dragging everyone's attention to you, struggling to push a man to the exhibitor. You stop for a second the fighting to place your hand over his lips, hoping it would make him keep his mouth shut 'Jesus, Jimin, stop that, people are staring at us.’ He then continues to laugh loudly, making his eyes disappear for a couple of seconds.

'Come on, let's get you some ice-cream' he says giving up and walking slowly to the counter one more time.

You end up choosing normal flavors and while you left the ice cream shop you could swear that everyone looked at you with a bad face, we weren’t that noisy, were we?

‘Don’t worry about them, I guess they’ve never had fun before!’ Jimin screamed to then close the door behind him while rolling his eyes.

'You are quite shameless, aren't you?' you say looking at him funnily.

Jimin smiles and licks his cone. 'Come on, let's walk. The place is near here'

Ten minutes later and a couple of Jimin's bad jokes later, you walk by the Han river feeling the spring breeze and the humidity of the river on the skin when walking.

The conversation flows the same as the day before, Jimin is actually fun and is not afraid to express his jokes publicly even if it means getting a few looks from the people who walk near you in the same way.

While you're with Jimin, you try to remember Nayeon's advice and come up with a way to put it into practice, so you constantly move your hair from side to side when speaking.

Jimin noticed it. He had seen the same trick so many times, more than he can count with both hands, but he lets it go, for him it was a sign that his behavior was working to get you.

Leaning against the railing for a few minutes after you said you couldn't eat and walk at the same time, earning yourself a round of teasing from the boy, you feel his shoulder casually rub with yours as he slowly approaches his hand to yours. He is about to take it, but Nayeon screams in your consciousness and intelligently you change the cone of hand to prevent him from grabbing it.

'So...' you say to liven up the atmosphere a bit. 'Engineering major uh?'

Jimin leans against a single arm on the railing, putting his body in your direction, as well as his attention. 'Impressed?' he says with an air of greatness.

Something sparks inside you, with a need to lower it from the pedestal where he placed himself without reason for a simple comment. So you say back 'Not actually.' the surprise is evident on Jimin's face, almost annoyed, but you find the way he reacts when you annoy him funny, so you continue, imitating his posture. 'I'm impressed that you haven't quit yet, tho.'

'Oh so you're saying I'm dumb?' he says with a pout, putting his index finger directly to his chest.

You frown and smile 'I never said that, Jimin. I just think it's funny that you have time to party with such a complicated major.'

'Proof that you can find time to have fun' he answered.

'Why did you choose that major?' you ask curious. Jimin shrugs a little before answering. 'I like math and it's kinda cool, you know?'

The answer impresses you, Jimin doesn’t really look as the type of man who likes mathematics. 'You like math?' you say giggling 'Why do you like such a hard subject?'

The wind blows hard and a lock of hair flies between your face and your cone, preventing you from eating calmly, but you manage to push it away with your free hand before it touches the ice-cream and gets sticky.

Jimin hesitates before answering, because he has never actually discussed this with a girl. They usually only talk about them or try to find topics of conversation between silly fights they have had with their friends or the manicure and the time it takes to do them.

Sure, Jimin has talked about this with his friends, normally Taehyung and Jungkook are the ones who ask these questions or tease him about being a nerd, but never a girl.

'They just make sense to me...' he clears his throat and you notice a twinkle in his eyes before he starts to speak again 'Look it's like...you have this puzzle, right? But you have a missing piece. So, someone, comes in and tells you “here’s a way to get to the missing piece” and when you solve it and find the missing piece and everything fits, it's amazing. They are perfect, numbers are perfect.' you notice how Jimin moves his hands when speaking and you catch yourself smiling at the effusive way he explains something simple, showing how much he actually likes what he does, your smile gets bigger as the wind blows once more, even stronger than the last time, making your hair tangle and cloud your sight a little. Jimin is quick to act, so with one hand, he slowly puts the hair behind your ear, stroking gently your hair a few seconds after it's in place. 'They are perfect just like you.'

You blush at his words, tickles present in your stomach, not like butterflies, but more like ants in a run, trying to find a place to hide when it rains. Jimin notices how the cone trembles in your hand making him smirk, you realize you are not so immune to his charms as you thought. Then, with a vow of courage and a smile as bright as diamonds, he takes a step forward, shortening the distance between your lips and his.

But Nayeon jumps back into your head "Don't let him kiss you just yet" so you take a small step back, smashing what was left of your cone right in his face.

You start to laugh at the Jimin’s new face covered in ice cream, it was priceless, but when you notice he wasn’t laughing with you, you stop. After a few seconds he laughs throwing himself at you, seeking revenge and trying to get rid of the mess you've left on his face.

He gets a little of ice cream on your nose before you stop him to help cleaning his face, running the napkin over his cheek and chin while he looks at you carefully, when you get close to his mouth he feels shivers down his spine, you didn't seem to notice it and he was grateful for it.

'Why did you do that?' he says between giggles. You keep laughing, searching for a better reason than “My friend told me not to."

'You were being boring.' you say as you crunch your nose a little.

'You were the one asking boring questions in the first place!’ He responds trying to sound awfully mad but failing, betrayed by his laugh.

‘Well I am getting bored, let's do something else!' you attack, finishing to swipe the remains of ice cream, now you feel your fingers sticky but you believe it was wroth it, after all, you avoided Jimin's kiss like the plague and got something to laugh about, something you hadn’t done in a long time. At least not with anyone other than Nayeon.

‘When you said “let’s do something else”, I didn’t think you would choose a bar.’

After the ice cream fight, you decided to change the date a little, you headed Jimin straight to Itaewon where bars abounded, you had already shown a sweet side, now you wanted to show him your rough side.

‘I come often to this bar with my friend Nayeon, I like it because they have pool tables, good music and great alcohol.’ you explained as you took a seat at one of the empty tables close to the door.

‘You really don’t look like a girl who go to bars.’

‘Is this like our thing?’ You asked taking off the denim jacket. Jimin looks at you with confusion so you continue ‘I mean, assuming things about each other.’

‘Well what do you assume of me?’ Asks him while going through the menu.

‘Well, you look like a guy who can’t commit to a relationship.’ Jimin quickly looks at you trying to figure out if you were joking. You weren’t, but you liked to make him feel nervous and uneasy, it made you feel in control. ‘I’m joking,’ he laughs a little not being so sure ‘But you do look like a guy who has a lot of secrets, am I right?’

‘Not really, I think I’m an open book, you know…easy to read and all that philosophical shit.’ You two laugh at his words. ’When I said that you didn’t look like a girl who go to bar I was thinking about you not liking parties. And I know this is not a party, but it looks like it happens from time to time.’ Jimin turns his head around the place looking at everyone.

‘It’s different, I can’t explain how, but just trust me, it’s different.’ You say, defending yourself against Jimin’s mention of you not being a party girl.

The night flows good, Jimin orders some beers and you order some shots here and there, mostly for you because Jimin says he has to drive, and you are more than okay with that, you don’t really want to die at such young age.

After a couple of drinks you felt more relaxed. Thank you alcohol. That same chill vibe coming from the shots makes you feel active, wanting to do something else than just talking to the handsome guy that it’s sitting right in front of you. With your arm resting in the table and your chin in your hand, you speak ‘Do you know how to play pool?’

Jimin looks thru his glass, seeing your pretty smile from the amber liquid he’s drinking product of his second beer of the night, sticking to his promise of staying sober. He nods, looking at the tables and paying attention to the ‘pop’ sound off the balls colliding one with the other.

‘We should play pool then, are you down?’ You ask with a big smile letting Jimin know you were still okay, he had started to worry about having to take you out of the bar carrying you like a sack of potatoes.

‘Sure, the winner chooses the next date.’ Jimin smiles and stands with no hesitation, waiting for you to do the same.

‘So you really think there will be another date after this one? You are a very confident man Park Jimin.’ You say standing up and pocking his chest with your index finger after every word, you wobble a little and Jimin holds you making you both get way too close, you could feel his breath on your head and your eyes couldn't help but look up to his lips.

Maybe it’s the alcohol clouding your thoughts and shutting up Nayeon’s little voice in your head, because for a second you really think about kissing him, thinking that perhaps this was the only moment where you could do it without regretting it because if it wasn’t good or if he rejected, you could blame it on the booze and then move on, but when you were about to go in for it, Jimin pushes you away a little without being abrupt, to separate you from him.

‘Look there’s a free table over there.’ He says grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to the pool table that was available a few feet from you, trying to get there before anyone else.

You grabbed a cue stick and so does Jimin, you break, making one of the solid balls enter one of the holes in the table. ‘I guess you are strips.’ a wink escapes from you.

‘Is it here when I find out you are actually a professional pool player?’ Jimin asks as he sees you settling into a new position to finally shove another of your balls into a hole.

‘I’m not a professional but I’m good at it.’ Another ball goes in.

‘Are you even gonna let me play?’ He laughs without taking his gaze off your concentration face, he’s actually really impressed by the fact that even when you were a little drunk you managed to focused on the target, striking perfect points as you get the balls in its place.

‘I hope so, sometimes I’m on a streak and it’s hard to know when the other player would play.’ Jimin stands next to you and just when you are about to hit the cue ball, he hits you with his hip making you fail the shot.

‘Hey! That’s cheating!’ You laugh, hand on your hip while you laugh a little, with the stick in your left hand.

‘What are you talking about, I just tripped.’ Jimin tries to play it cool but he looks like a little kid, you laugh even harder when after his attempt of making you loose, he make the cue ball go in one of the holes.

‘You made me lose so you could just play that awfully?’

‘The stick slipped from my finger.’ He frowns and pouts.

‘Excuses, excuses. Let the big girls play.’ You take the cue ball out of the hole and position it in a way that is favorable to you, bending over to the pool table.

When you were about to hit the ball you feel how something, or rather someone, brushes slightly his hand over your butt, touching it almost as not wanting to, you believe that maybe they were trying to go unnoticed. You snap, getting in to a straight position due to the touch you did not consent.

‘Why did you touch me you piece of shit?!’ You scream with your face turned bright red due to your anger, turning around to face the person, it was just one of those kind of macho greasy dudes who were too drunk to function.

‘Excuse me? What did you just called me?’ He looked at you with disdain.

‘You heard me loud and clear, pig.’ You spit your words without stopping to look him in the eye for a second, firm and alert position, he was not going to get away with this.

‘Hey man...’ he says looking at Jimin as he speaks. ‘Is this bitch here with you? You should control her, she’s drunk and crazy.’

‘She wouldn’t be angry if you hadn’t touch her.’ Jimin steps forward, putting you behind him while getting closer, face to face with the guy with anger in his voice.

‘Nobody touched her, it’s just her imagination. Didn’t you heard me? She’s drunk’ the guy looks so confident in his words, you almost feel intimidated. Almost. ‘Just look at her, why would someone want to touch her?’ he looks at you head to toe with disgust ‘I guess you are really needy to be fucking with that.’ Those were his last words before Jimin's fist hit his face, making him fall to the ground.

Blood boils inside Jimin's veins due the comment of the guy 'Look, I'm not really looking for a fight but you're screaming for one right now. So I'll give you exactly 30 seconds to apologize to her if you don't want to end up in the fucking hospital, my friend' Jimin squats down to look at the guy in the eyes, feeling a bunch of looks and people staring at him, someone takes a step forward, maybe a friend of the guy he just hit ready to step in for his friend, but before anything else happened and as Jimin starts to get back up, the guy grabs him by the neck of his shirt, putting him under his body and starting to drop punches.

You see them switch places on the floor a couple of times, fists crashing against each other faces, you try to make your voice louder enough to break through the sounds of the bar, you don't know what else to do to get Jimin to stop punching the guy. The situation escalated quickly from the moment you opened your mouth, you didn't want this to happen and you were hoping someone would step in and separate them but they were busy watching the show.

Gladly, one of the bartenders and some other worker, came and step in between the fight, lifting Jimin from the guy who was now on the floor, no longer fighting back. Jimin it's trying to calm down, breathing heavily while you come near him, taking a closer look at the damage on his face. 'Grab your stuff, let's go. That will teach him not to mess with girls for a long time' His face is red, product of the rush of blood, with a deep frown and a split lip that he cleans with the back of his hand.

‘Come on, sit right here.’ You point at the little stair outside your place, getting in to your apartment to look for the first aid kit to clean Jimin’s wounds, that was the least you could do for him. ‘I’m so sorry our date had to end like this, I feel terrible, I should have stayed quiet.’ You said as you came back taking a seat next to him, he looked at every movement you made while taking out the things you’ll need from the little white box.

‘You’re kidding? A woman who stands for herself is awesome. I’m sure that if I didn’t hit him, you would have done it.’ You finally let a little laugh after everything that happened.

‘I guess so…’ your eyes meet for a couple seconds and before anything else happened, you look away ‘This may sting, but it's only for a second. Here I go.’

He nods, but when the cotton soaked in alcohol touched his wounds, he tried to hold back a scream to not disturb the neighbors or scare you, avoiding making you feel worst than you already have.

‘Where did you learn to fight either way?’ You asked, tapping slightly the cotton on his lip cut.

‘When I moved here I had to change, so I could adapt better to this city, just like you. I guess you didn’t arrive speaking fluent Korean, right?’ He laughs to then close the eyes due to the alcohol stinging.

‘That’s true, I just knew the basics.’ You put on an ointment on his wounds before putting everything back in the box. ‘You are good to go.’ You said standing up and shaking the dirt from the back of your pants. 'Thank you, Jimin. For defending me back there, even if didn't go that well for you'

'You don't need to thank me, it was the right thing to do.' he says relaxed. 'Don't worry about this, I've had worst.' he points at his fresh wound. ‘Despite everything I had a great time.' he scratches de back of his neck.

You hug yourself in nervousness and smile back at him 'Yeah... me too' You look at each other, not really knowing what was next, the air starts to blow once again, making the weather a little bit cold.

‘I’ll better get going.’ Jimin says putting his hands inside his pants pockets looking up to the starry night, he walks down to his motorcycle and just when you open the door to go inside he turns to just tell you he will text you next time before arriving without any notice.

You let out a little laugh, only nodding and telling him to text you as well once he's safe and sound back at his apartment. 'Goodbye, gorgeous.' he says gently.

You don't close the door until he waves goodbye at you before he starts the engine and you see him leave. Once you see him disappear into the night you close the door and lay your back on it, just thinking how great the night had gone.

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Oh, How the Mighty Fall [In Love] CHAPTER SEVEN (Ben Hardy x OC)

Lily Anne Mercury is brought in to help with Bohemian Rhapsody at the request of her Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, and along the way, she might meet someone to share her life with. The only problem with this is that while their friends and the world can see that they’re perfect for each other, they’re going to be fully blind to this for a while.

CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER FOUR, CHAPTER FIVE, CHAPTER SIX

DISCLAIMER: I’m fully aware that it would’ve been physically impossible for Jim and Freddie to have a child even with this method during the time they were alive, but the idea of Freddie as a dad and the idea of how his child would turn out to be was just too sweet for me to not write.

Hello everyone! I apologize for the long ass wait time. Emotionally and mentally, I’m not doing the best rn, and it’s really kicking my ass. I tried my hardest on this chapter, and I hope y’all like it!

-- casey

TRIGGERS: mentions of alcoholism? Honestly nothing is really that spicy in this installment of the story

FACECLAIMS:

Kelly Gale as Lily Anne Mercury

Sira P. Kante as Ezichi Adebayo

Erika Linder as Bronwyn Ryan-Hughes

Bree Kish as Madigan Ryan-Hughes

“Can you believe this shit? I’m not invited to the Golden Globes because I wasn’t ‘close enough to the project!’” Lily Anne scoffs, pacing in the studio as she rants to Zichi. “That’s complete and utter horseshit and we all know it. I was there almost every day we weren’t on tour! Fuck the Golden Globes!”

Ezichi sips her tea, frowning in confusion. “You’re Freddie’s daughter. You helped in every step of the project. You’re dedicated to keeping his memory alive. Why wouldn’t you be invited to an event celebrating a movie that created a whole new generation of Queen fans to help in those efforts?”

Lily Anne nods furiously, flailing her arms in distress. “Exactly! I don’t get it.”

Zichi nods. “It makes no sense. I’m going as Gwil’s plus one, but if you really want to be there, I would give up my spot for you.”

Lily Anne shakes her head. “No, please don’t do that. You and Gwil deserve to have a nice night out and some rocking sex in a hotel bed. I won’t take that away from you.”

Ezichi blushes at Lily’s comment. “Really, Lily. My sex life is fine without hotel rooms. I don’t need to go.”

She raises a brow. “Just fine? That’s upsetting, I thought Gwil would do better than fine.”

Ezichi rolls her eyes before putting down her cup. “Lily, tell Ben and Joe that you’re not invited to the Globes.”

Lily frowns. “Why?”

Ezichi grins. “If Gwil got a plus one, I’m sure that the same invitation went out to Ben and Joe. Either of them could bring you.”

She perks up and kisses Zichi’s forehead, cupping her cheeks. “Ezichi Adebayo, you absolute genius of a woman. I love you to the moon and back.”

She takes out her phone as Ezichi grins.

Lily Anne: IM SENDING OUT AN SOS TO EVERYONE

Lily Anne: I HAVE NOT BEEN INVITED TO THE GOLDEN GLOBES

Lily Anne: I NEED TO BE SOMEONE’S PLUS ONE

Dinosaur Boy: why didn’t they invite you???

Lily Anne: i wasn’t “close enough to the project”

Benjamin Jones: that’s absolute bullshit!

Benjamin Jones: fuckin wankers

Lily Anne: i know, right? anyways, if one of you lovely men could take me as a plus one, i’d fucking love that.

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“Hello?” Joe picks up his phone, leaning back on his couch.

“Hey. It’s Ben. I need a favor,” his friend frantically asks.

“Sure thing, Benny. What do you need?” Joe asks, perking up.

“Ask Lily to be your plus one,” he says.

“But-- but she loves you, not me! She’d like it more if you brought her,” Joe says, frowning.

Ben lets out a whine of distress. “Please, Joe. I’ll get too nervous, and fuck something up, and I can’t afford to lose this-- I can’t afford to lose her.”

Joe nods slowly, biting his lip. “Okay. I get what you’re saying--”

“--then do this one favor for me, please!” Ben interrupts, stressed out.

“I will! Just promise me one thing,” Joe says.

“What is it? I’ll do literally anything to repay you for this,” Ben asks.

“You ask her to the Oscars,” Joe responds.

Ben fumbles with his words for a minute before sighing heavily. “Sure. I’ll do that.”

Joe grins. “Good. I’ll ask her later today, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you so much, buddy,” Ben says, sounding much more relaxed.

“You’re welcome, Ben,” Joe says. “Remember, you’re asking her to the Oscars!”

“Don’t worry, I will!” Ben insists.

“Alright. I’ll see you soon, Ben.”

“Thanks, mate. Bye.”

When Ben hangs up, he sees Frankie looking at him with a distinctly unimpressed expression.

“You wouldn’t understand, Frankie.”

The dog huffs and walks out of the room.

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Lily Anne is reclining in her oversized bathtub, enjoying a bath bomb and a face mask. Reykja sits on the bath mat, chewing on her bone, and Lily Anne has her eyes closed and is listening to royalty-free spa music she downloaded online onto her phone. She’s very zen at the moment. Suddenly her phone rings, and she frowns, opening one eye in annoyance. This is her free time. How dare someone interrupt it.

She looks at the phone and sees that Joe is calling, and picks up. “Lily Anne Mercury, speaking. You’ve interrupted my bath time, so this better be worth it, Dinosaur Boy.”

Joe gasps. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry, Lily. I can call later, but I think you’d want to hear this.”

She nods and leans back. “Alright. What’s going on?”

“Ben asked me to do something,” he says.

Lily Anne perks up, smiling. “Oh?”

“Don’t get too happy. He asked me to ask you to the Golden Globes.”

She sighs and leans back in the tub. “Oh… why isn’t he asking me?”

“He got scared, alright? I know I’m not him, and you’d rather be with him, but would you like to go to the Golden Globes with me? You don’t need to be by my side the entire time, just on the red carpet. Once that’s over, feel free to do whatever--” Joe begins ranting, and it’s the most considerate rant Lily Anne has ever heard.

“I’d love to go to the Golden Globes with you, Joe,” Lily says, smiling fondly.

“Great! It’s a date then,” Joe responds.

“What color is your bow tie? I can try to match it, if you’d like,” Lily asks, petting her pup lazily with one hand.

“I was thinking just doing a black one. Wear whatever you want. You’ll look good in anything.”

Lily laughs. “You’re too kind, darling. I’ll try not to overdress.”

Joe lets out a breath of laughter. “Alright. I’ll see you soon, Lily. Get back to your bath.”

“Have a nice night, Joe,” she responds before hanging up and letting out a deep sigh.

She looks down as Reykja blinks up at her curiously.

“I really thought Ben was going to ask me, didn’t you, girl?”

The dog lets out a yip of agreement.

“It’s alright, though. I’ll be fine, love. There’s always other events.”

1991

“Darling, must you do this?” Freddie asks from the tub filled with bubbles, looking over at Jim. “She’s still so young.”

Jim raises a brow and looks over at Freddie. “I found a knot in her hair yesterday that looked like it could be a bird’s nest, Freddie. It’s time.”

Freddie takes time to release a bone-shaking cough and leans back in the tub. “It’s such a shame, though. Her curls are immaculate!”

Jim sighs. “She’ll still have the curls afterward. If anything they’ll be more pronounced since her hair will be shorter.”

Lily Anne’s hair has gotten out of control, lately. It is past her butt, and the Indian genetics she has makes it very thick. Nobody in their right mind would be alright with spending over an hour detangling a two-year-old’s hair every day.

Freddie frowns. “Oh, alright. Just make sure she looks cute.”

Jim grins and kisses the little girl propped up on the bathroom counter. “She’s half you. Of course she’ll look cute. She’ll be beautiful no matter what haircut she has.”

Lily Anne coos, waving her little hands around. Her parents grin at her, and Freddie looks on with a happy gaze. He’s so lucky to be able to see her grow at least this much, though he knows that his time in this world is coming to its close.

“Ready for the cut, flower?” Jim asks. “It won’t hurt, sweetie.”

Lily blows a spit bubble and as Jim cuts her wet curls, she makes her mouth into an ‘o’ shape and watches in the mirror. She giggles and takes a handful of her hair, giving it a gentle tug. Jim pries her fingers away and quickly finishes the job, and Lily grins, looking at her shoulder-length curls.

Jim turns the girl towards Freddie and grins.

“You look amazing, darling girl!” Freddie coos hoarsely, smiling at his baby girl.

“You really should trust me more, love. I told you she’d look wonderful no matter what haircut she has,” Jim chuckles, kissing Lily’s cheek.

Preparing for the Golden Globes

Lily Anne smiles as her ends are trimmed, watching in the mirror. “My dad gave me my first haircut, you know. He was a barber before becoming the gardener at Garden Lodge,” she says, smiling wistfully.

The hair stylist smiles, trimming a little bit more off her ends. “That’s so sweet! Did he always cut your hair?”

She laughs. “Yes, until I began dying my hair in college and doing crazy punk hairstyles by myself. He seemed horrified but didn’t complain. He even bought me a hair straightener that wouldn’t fry it nearly as much as the cheap one I had.”

The stylist nods. “I remember when you would come out with crazy hair colors and choppy bangs and I really loved it.”

She grins. “Thank you, darling. That’s so sweet!”

The rest of the time passes and by the end of it, Lily’s hair is in a half bun, with the rest of it gently curled. Then, the makeup artist comes in and does a fairly natural look on her, but with an intense smokey eye. When she looks in the mirror, she smiles.

“Oh, it’s perfect, darling! Thank you so much!”

The artist smiles and shrugs. “You were a wonderful canvas. Thank you for the opportunity, Miss Mercury.”

She scoffs. “Call me Lily. I will be calling you the next time I’m in Los Angeles. Consider yourself booked for the Oscars, love.”

The makeup artist leaves and Lily changes into her dress, which is a stunning custom McQueen mermaid gown, emerald green with Swarovski crystals adorning the entire thing in place of embroidery. It dips low and creates a lot of cleavage, and the crystals are in the shape of Freddie’s face. Her assistant helps her put on her crystal choker and hoops, and she smiles as she looks in the mirror. Finally, her Louboutins are put on, and she hears a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” She asks.

“Your hot date,” Joe replies.

She picks up her matching clutch and opens the door, revealing Joe in a nicely tailored suit. He looks her over, in awe.

“Wow, Lily… I’m the one with the hot date,” he says, looking at the dress. “That’s Freddie’s face! Holy shit!”

She shakes her head. “The suit fits you perfectly, Mr. Mazzello. You look absolutely dashing. How are you still single?”

Joe shrugs. “I dunno. Must be my personality, I guess.”

Lily scoffs and shakes her head. “I’ll have none of that self-depricating nonsense tonight. Now, let’s get to the car, shall we?”

Joe holds out his arm for her and she takes it, smiling as they walk downstairs to the car, where Gwil and Ezichi are waiting. Allen, his daughter, Ben, Rami, and Lucy have already left for the event.

They enter the car and Gwil looks at Lily’s dress, nodding in approval. “You look very nice tonight, Lily. I love the dress.”

She grins. “Why thank you, Gwil! The suit is fabulous. Did Ezichi have the final say?”

Ezichi kisses Gwil’s cheek and nods. “Of course I did, and didn’t I do well?”

Joe nods. “Hell yeah, you did. You didn’t do too badly yourself, Zichi. That’s a wonderful pantsuit.”

Ezichi is wearing a white and black harlequin wide leg pantsuit with small diamonds on the edges of it, and she looks stunning.

Ezichi grins. “Thank you, Joe. It might be hard to piss in, but at least I look great.”

Gwil wraps an arm around his girlfriend. “You look magnificent, Zichi.”

Ezichi leans into her boyfriend and Lily lets out a fake vomit noise with Joe.

“Disgusting,” Lily says.

“Find a room,” Joe adds.

“If you wanted to fuck that badly, you shouldn’t have chosen a pantsuit,” Lily comments.

The pair blushes and Lily and Joe crack up, leaning back in their seats.

---

When they’re escorted to the red carpet, Ben is waiting for Joe to arrive, and when he sees Lily Anne--

Wow. She looks gorgeous.

Instant regret fills his head, and thoughts swirl as she approaches in her green gown.

‘Why didn’t you ask you, you bloody idiot? She’s stunning, and she could be on your arm right now if you had the fucking balls to ask her to the event. You’re an idiot, a right idiot, and you blew it.’

He’s forced out of his thoughts when she comes up to him, smiling. “No plus one, Ben?”

Ben refocuses on her. “A-ah, no. No plus one. My mum couldn’t come with me, and I didn’t want to ask anyone on Tinder.” He lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

She shrugs. “Oh, well. It’s a shame.” She thinks for a moment before smiling. “You know what? I can be both yours and Joe’s plus one. I’m alright with being shared for the night.”

Joe comes up to Ben and gives him a hug. “Looking good, buddy.”

Ben grins at Joe. “Better than Cardy B?”

Joe laughs and nods. “Much better than Cardy B.”

Lily grins, taking both boys’ arms. “It’s showtime, boys. Let’s show them all how wonderful we are.”

The trio walks down the red carpet, and their names are screamed by the masses. Cameras flash, and Lily helps them navigate with practiced poise. She’s been doing this since she was a child, and the spotlight is where she belongs. They split up once it gets to the photos, and she puts on a smile, showing off her custom gown.

After some group photo ops, Lily goes off with Zichi and Lucy, and the girls enter the building.

Lucy smiles at Lily as they stop by the bar, and squeezes her hand. “What was your favorite cocktail when you drank?”

Lily looks at Lucy and smiles. “I loved Moscow mules.”

Lucy nods and looks to the bartender. “Can you make a vodka tonic and a virgin Moscow mule, please?” The bartender nods, and Lucy turns back to Lily. “You look upset. Is it because Ben didn’t ask you to the event?”

She lets out a deep sigh and Zichi rubs her back. “He loves you, Lily. It’s just because he’s nervous.”

Lily shakes her head. “Everyone is saying that, but… I need to hear it from him before I fully let myself believe it. I mean, him loving me would be a dream come true. I’ve never experienced my dreams going according to plan. Most times they backfire. I can’t risk losing this one. If I do… I’ll never find anyone I love as much as I love him.”

The bartender passes them their drinks, and Lily Anne tries hers. It tastes… delicious. Her face lights up.

“Excuse me, darling? I must have the recipe for this drink. It’s amazing, and to do it without alcohol is impressive.”

The bartender nods and writes down the recipe on a napkin, grinning. “I’m glad you like it! Here you go. Enjoy.”

She takes the napkin and places it in her clutch, grinning.

Lucy smiles. “Did that make tonight a little better?”

Lily nods, and Zichi hugs her friend. “You deserve nice things, Lily. One of those nice things can be Ben.”

Lily smiles and when she pulls away, she smirks. “One of your nice things can be rocking hotel sex. You don’t have to clean the sheets the next day, so go wild!”

Ezichi coughs, keeling over at Lily’s words. Lucy laughs, leaning against the bar. Lily sips her drink, pleased with herself.

When Brian and Roger enter and see the scene, immediately they tense up as they see a drink in Lily’s hand.

“That better be bloody virgin, Lily,” Roger says, raising a brow.

She nods and smiles, holding out her drink for him to try. “100% virgin, unlike us.”

He sips the drink and nods before handing it back to her. “Not bad. I like it. What’s got Zichi so red?”

She smirks. “I told her that she deserves good hotel sex.”

Roger scoffs and nods. “Hell yeah, she does! The best part is that you don’t have to wash the sheets afterward!”

Lily grins. “That’s what I said.”

Ezichi grimaces. “He’s corrupted you.”

Roger grins and kisses Lily’s forehead, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and jostling her. “Been doing that since day one.”

Brian speaks up, rubbing Ezichi’s back. “We’re going to take our seats with Rami, but we’ll see you later. Hopefully, we win something,” he says, crossing his fingers.

Lily nods and hugs her uncle. “Of course you will. Freddie’s energy was central in the movie, and he thrived despite the odds. This movie will too.”

Brian kisses the top of her head and smiles. “Send some good energy to us, alright?”

She nods. “Of course we will. You go sit down.”

Rami is walking by and comes over, kissing Lucy. She smiles and as he leaves, he yells, “Let's do this shit!”

Brian and Roger join the younger man and Lily laughs.

“He’s so strange and wonderful,” Lucy says, placing her hand on her cheek.

Lily nods. “I agree. Let’s go to our seats.”

The girls head off to get to their seats.

—-

Ben leans back on the couch, nursing a glass of sparkling water. Joe comes over to join him, holding a vodka tonic.

“Not drinking yet, Ben?” He asks, sitting next to his friend.

Ben shakes his head. “Nah. I don’t want Lily to be the only sober one and have to take care of us both. I’d feel bad if she had to do that.”

Joe presses his lips together. “You regret not asking her, don’t you?”

Ben nods, closing his eyes. “She looks… so beautiful. To think I could’ve had her on my arm but I chickened out makes me feel like an idiot.”

Joe nods. “She looks amazing. You know what? Don’t be sad.” He slaps Ben’s thigh. “She can sit in between us. You’ll get to have time with her alone later, alright?”

Ben rubs his thigh. “Sure. Thanks, mate. I really appreciate it.”

Lily walks in with Zichi and Lucy, and Gwil wraps an arm around his girlfriend, leading her over to the couch, where she promptly leans her head on his chest. Lucy sits next to Rami’s mother.

Joe and Ben part and pat the seat in between them, and Lily sits in between the pair, smiling.

Joe stands up and looks over the crowd. “I’m going to get a refill. Does anyone want anything?”

The group gives Joe their orders, and he walks over to the bar. Lily Anne leans back, squeezing Ben’s hand.

“How’d the red carpet stuff go?” she asks him, smiling.

“Good,” he says, smiling. “The interviews went well.”

She smiles and nods. “Great! That’s wonderful, Ben! Interviewers can be shitty and ask dumb questions, so I’m glad yours were good.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “One of them implied that Roger in the 70’s wasn’t beautiful, so I replied and said that he was wrong, and if I was around, I may have turned.”

She snorts, covering her mouth. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate that answer.”

Joe comes back and hands people their drinks. He takes his seat and sips his own, watching as the T.V. turns on the awards show starting. The crowd quiets, and Lily smiles. Her parents are watching fondly from above.

---

The anticipation in the room is palpable when the announcer opens the envelope containing the name of the winner. Lily squeezes Ben and Joe’s hands and prays a silent prayer that Rami wins.

When his name is announced, they stand and scream, hugging each other and laughing. There is no sweeter feeling than a well-earned victory. She launches herself into Ben’s arms, and the sound of his laughter fills her with joy. She looks up at him, and their noses touch, and she freezes up because if she just leaned in a few inches closer she’d be kissing him, and he’s looking down at her and panicking--

Joe comes up behind her and turns the affair into a group hug, and she’s snapped out of her thoughts, laughing once more. When they sit down, she takes a deep breath and looks at Ben, who’s staring straight ahead with a wide eyed look on his face.

Oh, God. That could’ve been fucked up so quickly.

When she turns back to the screen to watch Rami’s acceptance speech, she feels Ben’s eyes on her and blushes.

The second win garners a similar reaction, but this time, Lily hugs Joe, just to avoid making a mistake with Ben. Lord knows that this time, she might not have been able to restrain herself.

---

The afterparty is hosted in Roger’s suite, and after being so kind as to ask permission to drink from Lily, she tells Ben that he can drink however much he wants. He promptly downs four shots of vodka without blinking, and Lily is shocked. The alcohol will hit hard and she knows it. However, she’s curious to see what the alcohol does to Ben.

Apparently, he becomes a frat boy. He’s with Joe, who’s honestly just a sillier version of himself under the influence of alcohol, and they walk over to where she’s sitting.

“Are you from Tennessee?” Ben asks her, grinning.

“I’m from London, you know that, Ben,” she says, raising one unimpressed brow.

“‘Cause you’re the only ten I see,” he continues, laughing at his own joke.

She snorts and sips her sparkling water, shaking her head. “Those four shots hit you hard, didn’t they, Ben?”

“Okay, okay. Let’s try another one.” He laughs, running a hand through his hair, and Lily Anne is so confused as to why she isn’t completely turned off by this behavior. “I hope you know CPR.”

“I’m certified,” Lily Anne replies, nodding matter of factly.

“Because you’re taking my breath away!” Ben finishes, a grin only growing on his face.

Joe is leaning on Ben, laughing heartily. Lily purses her lips, sighing.

“Still not impressed?” Ben asks, pouting. “Fine. One more.” He holds out his arm to her. “Feel my shirt.”

“This is your jacket, Ben,” she states, looking up at him.

He shakes his arm, whining. “Just feel it, okay?”

She sighs and feels the jacket material before looking up to see a smirk on his face.

He leans down and grins, his breath smelling like alcohol. “It’s boyfriend material.”

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. “That was great, Ben.”

Ben giggles and looks at Joe with excitement in his eyes. “Mate, she likes me! Your lines worked!”

Lily laughs. She likes Ben, but not because of some cheesy pick up lines. Joe grins and hugs Ben, and she watches them tackle each other happily.

“I think someone had pizza delivered. Why don’t you two get some?” Lily comments, smiling.

The two boys grin at each other and stumble through the crowd towards the kitchen for food.

When they leave, Lucy sits down next to her, and holds her free hand. “Are you having fun, Lily?”

She nods, smiling. “Of course I am! I love seeing all my friends happy.”

Lucy grins. “Oh, that’s wonderful!” She leans in, her smile widening. “I saw Ben and Joe coming over here. What happened?”

She rolls her eyes. “Ben tried to use some pick up lines Joe taught him on me. They were exceptionally bad.”

She laughs, and sips her champagne. “He really does like you, Lily.”

She nods, rubbing her temples. “I know. We nearly kissed earlier, but stopped before it happened.”

Lucy gasps. “Oh my god, when? How did I miss it? Why did you stop?”

Lily sighs. “When Rami won, we hugged, our noses touched, and I froze up, panicking. I don’t want to ruin anything between him and I, so we both didn’t go any closer.”

Lucy squeals. “But that would’ve been so cute!”

Lily raises a brow. “It wouldn’t have been cute once I found out that he doesn’t love me as deeply as I love him.”

Lucy nods, pursing her lips. “I understand why you’re scared. You don’t want to lose a good thing. I get it. But one of these days, you’ll need to confess.”

Lily nods. “I know. I’ll do it eventually.”

Lucy shrugs. “Who knows? It could lead to something beautiful.”

She smiles and squeezes Lucy’s hand. “You should probably find Rami. He’s a mess navigating a party without you.”

Lucy smiles. “I should. Take what I said into consideration though, alright?”

Lily nods. “Alright. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Lucy leaves to find her man, and Lily sits back, watching as everyone enjoys themselves.

---

After frat boy Ben comes clingy Ben. Joe brings him over, and Lily raises a brow.

“I surely hope you’re not here for more bad pick up lines,” she says.

Joe shakes his head. “Nah. He just started whining and wanted to see you, so I brought him over before he could start crying.”

Ben whines into Joe’s shoulder, mumbling incoherently.

Lily nods. “I think we should take him back to his hotel room. He seems a little too far gone.”

Joe nods in agreement. “Yeah. I’m going to stay a little longer and make sure everyone gets back safely, but if you don’t mind taking him back, I’d appreciate it.”

She smiles and nods. “I’ll manage him.” She stands up and lets Joe drape Ben onto her.

Joe smiles and looks at Ben. “You’re with Lily now. Are you happy?”

Ben nuzzles into Lily and nods, mumbling, “Yay. Finally.”

Joe lets out a little laugh. “I’m going to go now. Get back safe, alright?”

She smiles and nods. “Of course. Come along, Ben. Let’s get you home.”

Ben looks up at her and blinks, confused. “Home is in London.” He gasps, eyes wide. “We’re not in London, are we?”

She shakes her head. “No, darling. We’re in Los Angeles. I meant home as in your hotel room.”

Ben blinks, pouting slightly. “I wanna go home.”

She nods, placing a hand on his cheek. “We’re going home tomorrow, lovie.”

He whines, shaking his head. “No, like-- like my room.”

She sighs and supports his waist as he follows her out of the suite and down the hallway. He begins to ramble, and she simply entertains his commentary.

“You look real pretty tonight, Lily.”

“Thank you, Ben. You looked very pretty as well.”

“My stylist chose the suit. I like it.”

“I like it too, Ben.”

“Who chose your outfit?”

“I helped design it with the head fashion stylist at Alexander McQueen.”

“Wow. You did good.”

“I know, love.”

“Can you design something for me?”

“I can do that, Ben.”

Ben squeals happily and buries his head in her shoulder, squeezing her waist tightly. “Yay!”

They get to the elevator and walk in, and Lily presses the button, keeping Ben’s hands away from the console as he reaches for it. He whines and shakes his head, and as the bell dings and they get to the lobby, a chauffer for the BoRhap cast sees them and helps them into the car, where Ben promptly lays his head down in Lily’s lap. He mumbles something as she straps him in and she looks down at him.

“What did you say, darling?”

“Touch my hair.”

She frowns. “Why?”

He looks up at her with pleading eyes. “It feels good.”

She sighs and obliges, running her hands through his hair, and within five minutes of the ride, he’s snoring into her lap. It feels comfortable and soft and she takes a picture of him, smiling. She’s saving that to her hidden files in her camera roll.

When they get to the hotel ten minutes later, she shakes Ben awake, and he lets out a confused noise, lifting his head.

“It’s time to get up, love.”

“We’re home?”

“Mhm. We’re home.”

The driver helps her get Ben out of the car, and he leans heavily on her as they walk inside and to the elevator. They get to Ben’s floor and she takes the key card from his pocket, helping him inside. He flops onto his bed, and she sighs heavily.

“Ben.”

A tired groan.

“Take off your jacket, at least.”

“You do it.”

“Turn over, and I will.”

Ben slowly obliges, and Lily walks over, unbuttoning the jacket. She heaves him up to take it off, and he looks at her, smiling. She looks down at him and raises a brow.

“What’s that look for, Ben?”

“Thanks, Lil.”

She smiles and helps him back down, squeezing his hand. “Of course. It’s no problem, darling. You’d do the same for me.”

She hangs up the jacket and looks back to see Ben failing to unlace his shoes. She leans down and helps him, and when he curls up on the bed, she covers him with a hotel blanket. Immediately, she hears snores, and leaves the room, heading back for her own.

---

Ben wakes up and blinks, confused. He has no idea how he got here, and no idea how he managed to take off and hang his suit jacket and untie his shoe laces. He drank far too much last night, and doesn’t remember much after eating pizza with Joe.

When he sits up, he groans from a pounding headache, and lays back down. He reaches for his phone on the bedside table and groggily tells Siri to call Joe. After putting the phone on speaker phone mode, and a few rings, Joe answers him.

“How much do you hurt?” he asks.

“More than I ever have in my life. Will you tell me what happened?” Ben asks, rubbing his eyes.

“You took some shots, drank some more, hit on Lily with bad pick up lines I gave you, and almost cried when I wouldn’t bring you immediately to her, but ultimately, she brought you back.”

He frowns and groans, burying his face in his hands. “Oh, God… First I almost kiss her, then I hit on her, then she drags my ass back?”

Joe chokes on the water he’s drinking. “You almost did what?!”

“When Rami won, she hugged me, our noses touched, and shit-- I almost leaned in, but I panicked, and then she panicked, and then you made it a group hug.”

Joe lets out a groan. “Why’d I third wheel that? Jesus, Ben, I’m so sorry.”

Ben frowns. “What? You want me to have kissed her?”

Joe scoffs. “Of fucking course I want you to kiss her! You two are soulmates! I want you to get married and have babies!”

Ben shakes his head. “Get the fuck out of here with that crap, mate. I can’t think about things like that.”

Someone opens the hotel room door, and the smell of breakfast wafts into the room. Ben groans and opens one eye, and when he sees Lily walking in with a tray of eggs, salsa, and buttered toast, he blinks, confused.

“Lily? What’s all this?” he asks, slowly sitting up in bed.

“Hangover food. I had a feeling you’d need it.” She holds out a water bottle and two advil. “Take these first.”

Joe greets Lily. “Hi, Lily! How did getting Ben home go?”

She shrugs. “It was fine. He was a bit heavy to carry, but I managed.”

Joe laughs. “Well, I’m gonna let you go now, buddy. Enjoy your meal.”

Joe hangs up, and Ben blushes, unable to meet Lily’s gaze once he’s taken the advil and downed some water. “How’d you get in?”

She holds up his keycard. “I took this from you, because I knew you’d need the meal and I’d need a way to get in.”

He nods, and looks at the meal. “Why salsa?”

She smiles. “Put it in with the eggs. The spice helps immensely. Don’t worry. I told them to give you mild.”

He nods, and does as she says. He bites his lip, leaning back in bed. “Lily, I am so sorry for what I did when I was drunk. How bad were the pick up lines?”

Lily winces. “Pretty bad, mate. I’ll spare you the details.”

He groans, and takes a bite of the food. In a moment, he feels… almost better? He looks up at Lily as if she’s God.

“That already helped. How do you know such good hangover food?”

She looks down at him, and with a straight face, says, “I was an alcoholic, Benjamin.”

Ben covers his mouth, his face flushing bright red. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I absolutely forgot about that.”

Lily smiles gently and ruffles his hair fondly. “It’s alright, Ben. I take no offense.”

He continues eating, and looks absolutely miserable. She sits in a chair in the corner of the room and checks her emails. After a few minutes of silence, Ben speaks up.

“When do we leave the hotel?”

Lily looks at the itinerary and shrugs. “At six tonight. It’s currently eleven a.m., so you have plenty of time to recover and pack.”

Ben nods, slowly chewing his toast. “Okay. Good. If I were to get in a car right now, this meal would go to waste.”

She laughs and nods, rubbing the back of her neck. “I can’t say that’s never happened to me. Taking a bath always helped me with the nausea, so when you’re ready to get up, try that.”

Ben smiles at her and swallows. “Thanks, Lil.”

She smiles back at him. “Don’t mention it.” Her phone buzzes and she looks down at it. “Business call. I have to go, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask, alright?”

He nods, and watches as she leaves the room.

Maybe if after all he did to be a nuisance while drunk didn’t drive her away, she truly is his soulmate.

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Small World: Joseph/OC Part 31

Jacob finally comes home...

Warnings: Rape (Mentioned)

(Next Day: Joseph and John are sat at the kitchen counter with coffee. It’s barely 5am.). John: I’m sorry about last night. Joseph: Let’s forget about that. Everything is going to be different now. We are picking Jacob up from the shelter today. We are finally going to all be together again. John: I can’t believe it. (Joseph has explained to John that Jacob is going to need both of them. He has told John how broken he is. John has said that he can stay here with them of course. Lillith appears. She looks tired as she enters the kitchen and makes herself a coffee.). Lillith: You guys are up early. John: Hm. I know. Lillith: Are you working today? John: No. I’m going to take the day off. Me and Joseph are going to pick Jacob up from the shelter. Lillith: Okay. Is he staying here? John: Well of course he is. Where else would he stay? Lillith: Okay. You don’t need to bite my head off. I was only asking. John: Sorry. Lillith: You feeling a little rough? John: Yes. I am. Are you happy? Lillith: No. I want you to stop drinking so much. And using those awful drugs. John: I will. Lillith: You’ve been saying that for years John. John: I know. Only this time I mean it. Lillith: Okay. (She sits down at the counter with them.). John: You don’t mind Jacob coming to live with us? Lillith: Of course not. I can’t wait to meet him. John: Did you want breakfast? I was thinking about doing some bacon and eggs. Lillith: That would be nice. You know I don’t like eggs though. John: I know. I’m going to do sausages too. (He smiles at her before getting up and making a start on breakfast.). John: You know I have been thinking. Lillith: Don’t hurt your head. John: Funny. (Lillith smiles at him.). John: I was thinking that I could rent an apartment for Jacob. So that he has his own place. I could rent one for you as well Joseph. Lillith: Awww. That’s nice of you John. It’s okay if they live here with us you know? John: I know. It’s just going to be a little cramped. I could always buy a bigger apartment. Or a house. Joseph: You don’t have to move John. Nor do you have to rent me and Jacob an apartment. We will be fine here. John: Are you sure? Joseph: Yes John. (Lillith is staring at the table. She now can’t shake the thought of John buying a house. With a garden and extra bedrooms...For their children.). Joseph: Lillith are you alright? Lillith: Excuse me. (She gets up and runs down the hall. John frowns.). John: Can you watch the breakfast? Joseph: Of course. (John goes down the hall and into the bedroom. He walks over to the closed bathroom door and knocks on it several times.). John: Lillith what’s wrong? (She opens the door wiping her eyes. She smiles at him.). Lillith: Nothing. John: I know you. There’s something wrong. Lillith: There isn’t. Just...You talking about houses. Reminded me how much I’d like a house with a garden and... John: And? (She sighs and walks past him.). Lillith: Let’s get some breakfast. (John follows her back to the kitchen.). John: And what? Lillith: It doesn’t matter. Because it’s not happening. I’m just being stupid. Okay? John: Okay. (She wraps her arms around him and kisses him. He then goes back to the cooker.). Joseph: Is everything alright? Lillith: Fine. Joseph: It doesn’t help to keep things to yourself. (Lillith laughs.). Joseph: It doesn’t. Lillith: Right. John: Are you on or something? Lillith: What? (Lillith bursts out laughing.). John: Well I just wondered if you were hormonal. You are acting rather oddly. Lillith: I am not acting oddly. I was just... John: Thinking about me buying a house? Lillith: Yes. I just... (John suddenly turns away from the cooker and gawps at her as if she’s grown an extra head.). Lillith: What? John: Are you...Nesting? Lillith: What? (Lillith laughs.). John: Are you pregnant? Lillith: No. (She stares at him.). John: Are you sure? Lillith: Yes I’m sure. Now you’re the one that’s acting ‘oddly’. John: Well you haven’t mentioned getting a house in a long time. Lillith: You’re the one that mentioned it. John: Hm. (Lillith sighs and finishes her coffee. She then sees Joseph gazing at her.). Lillith: What’s that look for? Joseph: I have no look. Lillith: Yes you do. You get this look Joe. It’s quite similar to the look John gets. Joseph: I guess I was just thinking. Lillith: Hm. Another one that’s thinking. I don’t know how you guys think at this hour. (John places a plate of buttered bread on the counter. He then brings over some plates before serving breakfast while Lillith makes more coffee. They then sit down and eat.). Lillith: Did you want me to come with you? (Joseph goes to say something but John beats him to it.). John: No. You stay here. Clean the apartment. Dig out the spare bedcovers. Make up a bed for Jacob on the other sofa. Lillith: Clean the apartment? Hm. A woman’s work is never done. I was going to go shopping with Franky. We need a few things. John: No we don’t. And anything we do need I can get while we’re out. Just make sure that the chores are done. Lillith: I always make sure the chores are done. I do everything. John: You do everything? I’m the one that goes out to work. Lillith: I told you that I could look for a job. John: No need. Lillith: So you complain because I don’t go out to work but you don’t want me to have a job? John: What I want is for you to stay here and clean the apartment. Joseph: The apartment’s fine John. Jacob isn’t going to care about any of that. John: Well I care. (Joseph sighs.). John: What? Lillith: It’s alright Joe. That’s all I am. I am the girl that cleans, cooks and wipes John’s ass. That’s the only reason he allows me to live with him. (John suddenly looks enraged.). John: What?! Joseph: John. John: You do not ‘wipe my ass’. I am perfectly capable of- Joseph: Stop this! Please! (There is silence.). Joseph: Jacob is coming home today. I will not have this petty arguing. It isn’t necessary and Jacob doesn’t need it. (John glares at Lillith.). Lillith: Don’t look at me like that. I was only saying it how it is. John: Well don’t. (She sighs and gets up going to the bedroom.). Joseph: Why do you have to do that? John: Do what? She’s always trying to pick a fight. I think she likes the drama. Joseph: No John you do. She wasn’t trying to pick a fight. I think she just feels unappreciated. John: What? Oh it’s just her hormones. Joseph: No. You do treat her a little like a live in maid rather than your fiancée. John: No I do not! Joseph: Go and apologise to her. Talk to each other. It does no good keeping things to yourselves and not telling each other how you feel. Whenever Lillith tries to tell you how she feels you lose your temper. Now she is starting to lose hers. It’s only going to get worse. Go talk to her. John: I’m eating my breakfast. (Joseph sighs and shakes his head. John sighs, slams down his fork, and gets up going to the bedroom. Lillith is lying in bed with the sheets pulled over her head. He slides in next to her and gets under the sheets with her.). Lillith: What? John: Joseph thinks that we should talk. Lillith: I can’t talk to you John. Every time I try you just get mad. John: What is the problem? Lillith: I just...I love you. John: I know you do. Lillith: But that’s exactly it you don’t. John: I do. You tell me several times a day Lily. Lillith: But you don’t love me. So you don’t know what it feels like. John: I do love you. Of course I love you. How could I not? Lillith: But you don’t act like you love me. Sometimes it feels as if you hate me and you’re fed up of me being me here. John: I’m sorry. Lillith: Can you just...Not hit me anymore? John: Okay. (She kisses him.). Lillith: Just...Try and calm down. When you feel yourself getting angry maybe you should just take a deep breath and go out onto the balcony for a few minutes or something. (He mumbles under his breath.). John: Just take a deep breath. Lillith: I’m serious. You need to find something that helps you deal with your anger. Helps you keep it under control. John: I did find something. Lillith: Not the drugs or the booze. You think they help but they don’t. I know you don’t like the idea of going to counselling but I only suggested it because I found that it helped me. I know it’s horrible sitting there talking to some ‘idiot in a tie who thinks he knows everything’ but it helps to talk. After the rape I had so much in my head. I couldn’t deal with it and I didn’t know how to. But talking to someone about what I thought. What I felt. It helped. And they explained things to me in a way that helped me to see how I could let it go and start moving on. John: I don’t see how. What they say some magic words and suddenly you were cured? Lillith: Of course not. Nobody is ever cured. We carry our issues with us all our lives. We carry the stress and the burdens of everything that we have been through just like we carry scars. But they helped me to see that the rape wasn’t my fault. It was the man’s fault. Not mine. If you really don’t want to try it then I can’t make you. But I think that you should at least give it a go. John: Okay. Lillith: Okay? John: Okay. (He kisses her head then gets up.). John: But we need to get up because Jacob is coming home today. Lillith: You’re worried aren’t you? John: No. Lillith: Yes you are. It’s okay. To be worried. I can’t imagine how you must be feeling to get your brother back after all these years and then find your other brother too. It’s a lot. (He sighs.). John: I just...I don’t remember much about Jacob. Lillith: You were only a toddler at the time. John: I just...I don’t want him to think that I just forgot about him. Lillith: He isn’t going to think that. This has to be hard for him too. From what Joseph has said about him he has a lot of issues of his own that he’s struggling with. Now he’s reuniting with his two younger brothers. I bet it’s a lot for him too. But I have hope. Hope that everything’s going to be fine. That it’s going to be better now. You guys all have each other and you have me too. (She wraps her arms around him. He hugs her back.). John: God I really don’t deserve you. Lillith: Nope. (She laughs. They return to the kitchen and finish breakfast. John then makes more coffee. They sit at the counter in silence for a while.). Lillith: So you want me to clean the apartment? Joseph: You don’t have to. John: It’s okay. Lillith: What do we need from the shops? John: I said I would get the shopping. Lillith: I don’t mind doing it. John: Okay fine. I’ll write a list. Feel free to add whatever you would like. You too Joseph. Joseph: I don’t need anything. (Lillith finishes her coffee and gets up. She fills the sink with water and starts washing up. John takes a notepad and pen out of the drawer and starts opening cupboards writing things down as he goes. He then opens the fridge and jots down a few more things.). John: Shopping list done. I’ll leave you my card. Lillith: Okay. (Joseph picks up the tea towel and starts to dry up. Lillith smiles at him. He smiles back.). * (Lillith is sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee. She has done the shopping and cleaned the apartment. She has also bought new blankets and pillows for Joseph and Jacob. She has left the blanket and pillow folded on the sofa. The sofa bed has been moved so that it is now lying down against the wall next to the balcony doors with the pillows and blanket laid out on it. Ready for Jacob. There are several candles lit on the coffee table. Lavender scented. She wonders why they have been gone so long and whether or not something’s happened. She sits there sipping the coffee thinking about them all living here together. It’s going to be cramped. The apartment isn’t small but it only has one bedroom. She is sure that Jacob and Joseph would want their own room. Joseph said he doesn’t mind but she wonders whether he just says that to be polite. She finishes her coffee and gets up putting her mug in the sink. She hears the door to the apartment open and turns around. John is the first to walk in followed by Joseph who is leading a man by the arm. Jacob. Lillith stares at him. He looks thin and gaunt. He is also quite dirty. Joseph closes the door. Lillith walks over to them.). Lillith: Hey. John: Hey. This is Jacob. Jacob this is Lillith. My fiancée. (Lillith smiles at Jacob and holds her hand out.). Lillith: It’s nice to meet you Jacob. Jacob: Um. (Jacob takes her hand briefly before walking into the lounge area putting his bag on the floor. His bag looks old and filthy and it’s falling apart in places. It doesn’t look like there’s much in it.). Lillith: I’ll put the kettle on. (John sits down on the sofa. Jacob does the same. Joseph smiles at him.). Joseph: Welcome home brother.

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The Prophecy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Park jimin (DemonAU)

Words: Pretty long.

Summary: Long ago, the Divines and Fallens received a prophecy that promises their demise in the hands of a mortal that says:

Beautiful as the creature may be, fire doesn’t burn, ice doesn’t freeze, water doesn’t drown and lightning doesn’t destroy.

Now, the demon prince (Min Yoongi) meets a pink-haired waiter (Park Jimin) who looks like heaven and smells like sin. As their relationship blossom, the Divines and Fallens are beginning to wonder about the prophecy.

Warnings: Crude language, ignorant author

Note: I'm still trying to figure how Tumblr works lol

Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 2

Yoongi wakes up in cold sweat. He has never felt the intense feeling of fear before and for him to feel scared of something as ridiculous as a dream, he felt disgustingly stupid and human. He sat on his bed, mildly remembering coming back home after an escapade with Ken. He remembers taking a scalding hot shower just to take the revolting demon’s scent off of him and fell asleep in his bed. He closes his eyes and rubs his temple. He doesn’t know where that dream came from but he doesn’t like it.

For a second there, he felt terrified. Terrified of a monster whom he recognizes as his father. Terrified because it doesn’t feel like it’s a dream. It felt real. Almost as if it was a fragment of his memory.

“Fuck.” He breathes as he forces himself to rise from his bed. It’s useless to even try to fall asleep. He has work to get done here on Earth and in Infernum. He still had to help the Fallens who are residing in Athara. He knows that demons aren’t weak creatures like humans. They’re demons. They’re resilient. And something so trivial like the temperature is hardly a problem for Yoongi knows that the Fallens can easily calibrate their body temperature to accommodate with the environment but that doesn’t mean he can take things for granted and refuse to help his people. Athara is the coldest place in Infernum. Its temperature is below absolute zero which is around -273 degrees which according to physics, is enough to make even the particles freeze.

‘I should tell Namjoon to increase the temperature of Saqar so that Athara doesn’t freeze up.’ Saqar is Yoongi’s hottest district. If people were to imagine Hell is a place where there’s fire everywhere, there is a chance that what they’re thinking of is Saqar. And because the two districts are so different, Hades had them near each other so one won’t burn itself to ashes and the other won’t freeze its ass up. The white haired prince walks out of his room and is greeted by the intense sunlight from the balcony. He squints his eyes and quietly curses the sun. He has nothing against the sun but his room has been so dark and so cosy it made him lethargic when he meets the sun. He is so tempted to just head back into his room until his olfactory detects food. Min Yoongi doesn’t need food to live but that doesn’t mean he won’t indulge in food. He actually likes how certain things taste since he couldn’t eat anything in Infernum since he doesn’t want to be bounded by the cursed realm. Yoongi takes another whiff of the food and sighs when he realises that it doesn’t smell like what his mother would cook.

This can only mean one thing: Kim Seokjin, Aphrodite’s son is in his household.

The prince walks to the kitchen only to prove his suspicion right as he finds his advisor back hugging the one and only Kim Seokjin. Namjoon was given to Yoongi when they were both very young. Namjoon is equivalent to what humans know as Astaroth or Abraxas. He is the one who advises Yoongi and plays a big part on the prince’s decision making. There is a reason why the shirtless, dark pink haired man in Yoo Jung’s kitchen is his right-hand man. It is not a secret that Namjoon knows a lot of things. He is the only one other than the direct sons and daughters of Kronos who understands what lies beyond our galaxy and the starting point of all 9 realms. He might and might not have found the cure for viral diseases and invented the technology to manufacture artificial blood. He’s basically the reason why the vampires, ghouls and dhampirs no longer need to feed from humans. The artificial blood has not only helped those creatures but humans as well.

But there’s something different about Namjoon this morning. It’s not because of those littering dark love bites that have been left on his skin as a memory of his heated romp. It’s definitely something else. His hair? Yoongi squints his eyes. If his memory serves him right, Namjoon’s hair was blonde before he leaves Infernum. How is it that it’s pink now? ‘Did he dye it?’ Yoongi thought and scoffs at the colour choice. It is also not a secret that Namjoon is whipped for his lover. ‘What better colour to dye his hair than his lover’s favourite.’ The demon prince shifts his weight to another leg as he continues to watch the two. A nice, pastel pink radiates from them both.

And all of a sudden, Yoongi feels uncomfortable. He realises that it’s a constant emotion that he feels when he sees them being all lovey dovey and affectionate. It isn’t a bad thing. Not really? He couldn’t decide for he remembers their first date. The then purple haired Namjoon wanted to cook something nice for the ever-beautiful Kim Seokjin.

It was a disaster.

He vividly remembers a scrawny looking Jungkook who is very much shorter than him running around outside the house, hysterically screaming to random pedestrians to help his brother who accidentally cut his finger off. Yoongi had to hit Jungkook square in the face to calm the younger demon down. That night, Namjoon ended up going to dinner with 4 fingers instead of 5. ‘Love makes us do stupid things.’ His mother, Yoo Jung would say. Yoongi understands it in his beautiful mother’s perspective. She did leave Olympus and her mother, Demeter for Hades. In folklores, they made it seem like she was kidnapped by Hades and kept captive in Infernum but in reality, it was a mutual feeling. But in Namjoon’s case and lose a finger? Yoongi grimaces. Not so much.

As he watches the two lovers, who are giggling like two horny teenagers in love, he finds himself in a predicament. Should he leave? Should he just barge in? It feels like he’s looking at something intimate – something he doesn’t quite understand. He doesn’t understand why the excessive skin ship. The both of them have been dating ever since Namjoon turned 350-ish. They’ve been dating for almost 200 years now. One would think they would have gotten bored with each other but that isn’t the case with them. Once they have chosen a fated one, their vow will be marked onto them. Vows are a sacred thing – an intimate thing shared between two lovers. It is something similar to imprinting in the Lycan society.

But what Yoongi truly doesn’t understand is why they’re acting like newly-weds. He swallows down a gag since he has an inkling that Jin is going to raise hell if he ever does something unintelligent and frankly, suicidal. Therefore, the prince (thankfully) took the safer path and stare at the spider lily on Namjoon’s back instead. It is the mark of Infernum. The flower simply looks beautiful against his advisor’s honey skin. As his eyes trail up north, it stops on a mark that reminds Yoongi countless times that his advisor is no longer only his. He has got to share with his best friend, the son of Aphrodite for around the advisor’s neck, is his vows to Kim Seokjin. The words semper fidelis in Ancient Greek handwriting is marked into his skin like a collar. Jin has a similar one, too. Yoongi stares at the ‘forever faithful’ written in Greek, binding them around their neck like a collar to each other. But it doesn’t seem like either of them minded. And it baffles him greatly.

‘What’s the difference between them and Holly?’ Ah yes… The difference is that Holly, his beloved Cerberus belong to only him while they belong to each other and not him.

He frowns at the thought as he chews on his lower lip, bringing his eyes to the marble underneath his feet.

“How long are you planning on standing there?” Jin suddenly speaks out and Yoongi knows it is directed to him. “Do you need me to announce you?” Yoongi scoffs quietly. He knows that Jin is giving him an attitude because he found out about what happened to his Angels last night. And oh, how protective Kim Seokjin is towards his Angels. He had told Yoongi countess times that if Yoongi ever hears it again, he’ll puke. ‘They are living creatures too. We should learn to respect each other if we’re going to live in the same realm.’ It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t agree with him. For the love of his father, he does. But is it necessary to keep telling him this? It’s nauseating. Because, is it really his fault for liking it rough? But at least now he doesn’t have to stand in front of the kitchen, drowning in a mare’s nest.

“Jin..” Namjoon said quietly. He earns a glare from the black haired man and immediately keeps quiet. Yoongi helps himself to some coffee. He turns to the lovers and finds Jin cutting some apples he probably got from Yoo Jung’s mini garden. The apples are small (since it came from a small tree) but Jin still managed to make some kind of art with it. He stares at the apples for some time when he finally realises that it looks like bunny ears. Namjoon accepts the slice happily and a crunchy sound follows when he bites down on the juicy fruit.

“Good morning to the both of you too.” He slurps his coffee and cringes at how sweet it is. It’s not like Yoongi doesn’t like sweet things. He does. It’s just that he doesn’t like it when food that are meant to be bitter to be sweet and vice versa. It does annoy him but he knows better than to speak out if he doesn’t want to get chewed since it’s obviously Jin’s way on getting back at him. He places the cup down in the sink.

“It’s almost noon, Yoongi.” Jin grumbles. Namjoon visibly tightens his grip around Jin’s waist as he places a kiss on Jin’s clothed shoulder. “Kim Namjoon, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not working. Sit your ass down.” Jin said, pulling himself out of Namjoon’s embrace. Yoongi looks at the pink-haired man as he gives Yoongi a small look that can easily be interpreted as ‘I tried’. But Yoongi doesn’t need help although he did appreciate the thought. Jin places the knife he was using to cut the apples down on the board and Yoongi has never felt more grateful. Although he can’t die from normal humanly weapons, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

“I take it that you’re here because we need to talk?” Yoongi asks, folding his arms across his chest.

“You damn right we do.” Jin said, mirroring the prince’s actions. Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi go way back to when they’re younger. Jin is the only god-goddess breed Divine Yoongi managed to befriend whenever he follows his father to Paradisus for council meetings. When Seokjin was a boy, lonely and sad; he was hated by his own mother for being ugly. Aphrodite was livid when she found out her son did not inherit her looks despite not conceiving Jin after her union with her lawfully wedded husband. She kept him hidden from everyone else and locked him in her chateau. Jin grows up believing he isn’t beautiful but in reality, all he needs is the very thing that makes Aphrodite renowned – love.

And that’s probably why Jin is getting more and more radiant every passing day since Namjoon declares his love for him many eclipses and moons ago. It is evident that the demon has never stopped doing so and has been continuing to love the Divine more passionately and more sincerely every time the sun sets and rise.

Yoongi tries to read his best friend’s body language. If he doesn’t know Jin very well, he would have thought the Divine isn’t the slightest bit angry since Yoongi couldn’t see any signs of red hovering Jin’s skin. The prince sighs as he braces himself for the long lecture but it never came.

“What happened?” Jin asks, looking straight into Yoongi’s eyes. The prince frowns. He’d rather listen to Jin’s long lecture than try to talk about his problems. Never in a million years would Yoongi ever admit to anyone that something is bugging him – something has made him sad. Yoongi couldn’t just tell the love birds that he had just lost his best friend for over 2 years and she had chosen to go to Nirvana. They would tell him that he should be happy instead because going to Nirvana meant she was contented with whatever time she had on Earth. And Yoongi is just sulking because she is contented without seeing him. And might he add the fact that she hasn’t seen him for the past 60 years in the human realm? Yoongi understood that he was the one who left her and kind of forgotten about her but it hurt because she was fine and he isn’t. He could lie, but what good will that do? Jin knows him too well. He could try but it’ll be in vain.

“Just give me the lecture on how to handle your Angels.” Yoongi said, sighing.

“Is it bad?” Jin asks, taken aback. As far as Jin is aware, Yoongi would rather combust in flames than listen to him give another lecture on his Angels.

“I just don’t want to talk about it.” Yoongi rubs his temples and sighs. “Anyway, look, it was wrong for me to take my anger out on your Angels. I should have asked if they were fine with me being rough on them and I know I should respect them. And I should have more self-control and not lose myself like that.” Ah yes… Control. That’s something he seems to let slip between his fingers. The prince shuts his eyes close as he remembers his wings ripped out of his skin. It must have scared the shit out of the Angels. “I know, okay? But last night… Shit. I… I don’t know.” Namjoon and Jin exchanges a look with each other. Namjoon puts a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. He has a hunch of what might have happened and if he is right, Yoongi’s actions would make a lot of sense. And Namjoon feels a little nervous about his hunch and looking at how hard his prince is trying to avoid it, he can’t help but to put off the topic and conversation all together.

“Alright. As long as you’re sorry.” Jin said in a small voice. Yoongi won’t ever admit it but he’s very grateful that Jin is his friend. Jin seems willing to drop the topic and strokes Yoongi’s hand instead. Jin isn’t only his friend, but an older brother as well. An older brother whom he knows understands him like the back of his hand. The Divine doesn’t need special traits to understand people better. He just does. Maybe that’s just a plus points for all deities. And Yoongi? He’s not a deity. He’s far from it. “Well, I probably need to tell you the reason why I’m here.” Jin mumbles, letting go of Yoongi’s hand.

“Well, shit. What’s worse than hurting your Angels?” Yoongi frowns. “Are you sure youre not only here because Joonie is here?” He tried making the atmosphere light and at this point, he isn’t sure if it’s for him or the couple across the table’s sake.

“Of course, I’m here because Joonie’s here.” Jin pauses and Yoongi looks at Jin’s hazel eyes. “But the second reason why I’m here is because Suran is in a tough situation. She needs your help, Yoongi.” Jin said in a serious tone as he makes his way towards Namjoon and sits himself on Namjoon’s lap. “Things are really looking ugly. Like uglier than my mother’s husband.” Jin said and Namjoon chuckles.

“Jin, that’s offensive. You may offend Hera for insulting her son.”

“Oh, shut up, Joon. The old hag can go fuck herself.” Jin huffs.

“But you need to admit, Joon. Hephaestus is ugly.” Yoongi said and Jin flashes him a smile. “Old hag even threw him away as soon as he was born because he was that ugly.” Yoongi reaches out for some bunny apples. On the first bite, he groans in pleasure. His mother’s apples are truly the best. No wonder Eve and Adam couldn’t resist the temptation. The apple is perfection. It is so crunchy and sweet. If Yoongi were in their shoes, he would have taken the bite too.

“I do admit that the forger is ugly. I do wonder what’s happened to him now that Zeus is gone. Is he still shackled in the basement, making lightning bolts for daddy dearest?” Namjoon asks and Jin stares at him.

“I don’t use lightning bolts, Joonie. What are you talking about?” Jin deadpans and Yoongi chokes while Namjoon’s face turned redder than the apples before bursting out into fits of laughter.

“W-What? S-Shut up, Jin-hyung.” Namjoon stutters, trying to close his face with his palm. Jin claps his hand and hits the table and kisses Namjoon’s cheek before wiping an imaginary tear.

“I was just messing with you, honey.”

“Just fucking kill me already.” Yoongi said between coughs.

“As much as I like doing this, we’re getting side tracked. The more important topic here is Suran.” Jin takes the apple and puts it in his mouth as it disappears like the light mood. “Suran wants to see you today.” Yoongi has stopped coughing as he runs his tongue along his lower lip and clicks his tongue. It’s not like he hates the vampire. It is not like that at all. He is actually very fond of her. It’s just that he doesn’t understand why this time is any different. She has been holding this position and this power ever since he comes to the age where he can rule Infernum and he has been hearing the same complain from Namjoon thrice in the span of 2 years that Yoongi cared to remember. She managed to clear all disputes easily without Yoongi’s help. So why is this time any different?

“Yoongi, I know that face. But trust me, you need to go see her. I think she has something important to tell you.” Jin furrows his eyebrows and Yoongi looks at Aphrodite’s son straight in the eye. Jin’s hazel eyes are fill with worry and the man rarely ever show Yoongi his concern. Jin even has a thick yellowish green radiating above his skin.

“Alright.” Yoongi finds himself saying. “If I’m doing this, I refuse to meet her at her company.”

“Alright. I’ll tell her. I don’t think she will be pleased to leave Vivere but do you have any places in mind?” Namjoon asks, taking his phone out of his sweatpants.

“Promise Café. We’ll meet her there.” Yoongi leans into his seat.

The son of Hades finds himself and Namjoon once again in the streets of Seoul, walking leisurely towards their destination; Promise Café. Yoongi is wearing a black sweater from his favourite Japanese brand and Namjoon is wearing a pair of glasses and a white turtleneck and a black blazer. He doesn’t know why Namjoon even try to look presentable when all they’re meeting is Suran. Shin Suran, the vampire pureblood who practically grew up with them in Infernum before taking the post as CEO of Vivere Corp.

When they walk in the café, the bell at the door chime to signal their entry. Upon entering the café, the both of them are (as usual) greeted by a calming aroma. However, Yoongi is now vaguely aware of an extra scent. It’s faint but is there, hidden underneath the aroma of delicious coffee beans. It is something sweet; something mouth-watering and it is definitely not the cakes nor the pastries on display or the hamburgers the chef is grilling in the kitchen. The two demons are very much aware of the curious eyes belonged to faceless creatures are fixed on them. One would think they would be used to the shameless ogling. In reality, they have never gotten used to the stares but the two demons with pride as high as Burj Khalifa and they would be damned if they ever show as much as an inch of their weakness. So, both of them develop different ways on handling it. Yoongi would pretend he doesn’t care and give them a little glare if he feels a little generous before striding towards his seat while Namjoon would actually turn to these curious eyes to acknowledge them and give them a smile before following suit.

Yoongi lets out a quiet sigh when he sits down and lets his eyes wander around the café, more specifically at the counter where a pink-haired barista is focused on making a latte art for one of the customers. Jimin has his lower lip out in a pout and from where Yoongi is sitting, the pink-haired has his fringe close his eyes. He watches how the human smiles a little to signify that he is proud of his handiwork. He places the milk-filled brass container on the counter next to him and places the cup on the black tray and delivers the coffee to his customer.

Jimin gives his customer a smile and Yoongi watches how his eyes disappear. When Jimin straightens, his eyes roam around the café and when his brown eyes meet Yoongi’s unmoving bluish grey ones and he thought Jimin’s smile would disappear. But it didn’t. Jimin walks to the counter and grabs 2 hardcover menus before making his way towards the two men. Namjoon, who isn’t blind nor oblivious to his prince’s obvious stare has an amused smile etched on his face.

The boy walks towards the table and all at once, just like it did yesterday, Jimin’s scent blocks the pleasing bitter smell of coffee and Yoongi finds himself craving for something sweet.

“Hello, welcome to the Promise Café, again.” Jimin smiles. “What can I get for you today?” Jimin asks as he gives the two men a menu. Namjoon accepts both the menus from the kind waiter and give one to Yoongi. He smiles a little at the pink-haired waiter as he flips through the pages. He knows that Yoongi wouldn’t even try flipping through the menu since he has never ordered anything else. So, he tried to find something as fast as he can so that Yoongi won’t have to wait for him hence, ordering the first thing he sees in the coffee segment.

“Iced americano, please.” Jimin writes it down his notepad. “And for my hyung-”

“Strawberry milkshake.” Yoongi said, not taking his eyes off of Jimin.

“Eh?” Namjoon’s eyes open wide as he stares at Yoongi who is smiling smugly whether at the advisor or the waiter, Namjoon couldn’t be sure. The dark pink haired demon is flabbergasted. ‘What’s with the sudden change of taste?’ Namjoon wonders.

“Is that all?” Jimin asks and Yoongi gives him a curt nod before giving the waiter back the menus. Namjoon hasn’t taken his eyes off of Yoongi ever since he picks strawberry milkshake over his usual cup of black coffee. “I’ll give it to you soon.”

When Jimin is out of shot of hearing, Yoongi places his attention back on his advisor. Namjoon raises his eyebrow as he leans into his seat.

“What the fuck is that?” Namjoon asks, amusement written all over his face.

“What? Can’t I change my preferences once in a while?” Yoongi scoffs, his smug smile long gone from his face.

“I didn’t say that. I literally just asked what happened.” Namjoon licks his lower lip. “But really, hyung? Strawberry milkshake?” Yoongi frowns.

“Can’t I fucking have something else other than black coffee?” Namjoon chuckles at his prince’s reply.

“But do you have to be so obvious? Shit. I’m experiencing second hand embarrassment from just you ordering a damn beverage.” Namjoon snorts.

“Well, fucking forbid me for wanting a bloody strawberry milkshake for a change, then.” Yoongi rolls his eyes and crosses his arms across his chest. “But, Joon,” Yoongi leans in. “Can you not smell him?” The prince asks as he watches Namjoon smirking and Yoongi is doing all he can to not rip his piece of shit advisor to pieces.

“I can. It’s so sweet that I almost mistook him for a succubus or one of Jin’s half-siblings.” Namjoon says calmly. “But it’s not as suffocating as theirs. His is a little… Faint. But how are you fine with Jin-hyung’s scent?” Namjoon points out and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“I’ve been with Jin-hyung even before you came into my life, Joonie. His scent doesn’t suffocate me anymore.” Yoongi huffs and the conversation is cut short when the bell chimes to signal another customer. Despite it not being the CEO of Vivere Corp., Yoongi and Namjoon still stands at the sight of a familiar face dressed in a white shirt and jeans jacket. His hair is blonde and is held back by a yellow headband.

Jung Hoseok is at the entrance of Promise Café with a huge smile on his face. Both the men’s faces light up when they see the angel. Being an angel has never stopped Hoseok from befriending the soon-to-be king of Infernum and his right hand man. They have been through a lot in their younger years even before Hoseok descended to Earth. Amongst which, Hoseok took part in the so-called grandiose scheme to get Kim Seokjin out from Aphrodite’s abode and helped the abused offspring descent to Earth with hopes of being free. Hoseok squeals when he sees his childhood friends and grab them by their shoulders before pulling them into a hug.

“It’s ye boy, Jung Hoseok or more well-known as your hope.” Cues eyerolls from Yoongi despite knowing how true it is. The angel’s presence in his life is to provide comic relief and to maintain a light atmosphere. If it werent for Hoseok, Yoongi wouldn’t have been able to keep his calm ¾ times. “It’s been so long! What the hell were you guys thinking, leaving me all alone here?” Hoseok asks with a pout.

“Sorry, Hope-ah. We were busy.” Namjoon pulls away after Yoongi does. The prince has already taken his seat and the two follows suit.

“Well, all that matter is that you’re here now. How’s being regent working for you, hyung?” Yoongi grunts as a reply and Hoseok laughs. “But you’ve been working for this all your life.” The angel reminisces how a younger version of Yoongi with black hair with books in his hands and a younger version of Namjoon trailing behind the prince, probably telling him little details that the prince might left out as a small smile makes its way on Hoseok’s face.

“Tis true that I have been working for it all my life. But it doesn’t mean I enjoy it, Seokie.” The prince sighs. When Jimin returns to the table with an iced americano and strawberry milkshake, Hoseok stares at the milkshake for a while before turning to his roommate, ignoring Jimin’s greeting.

“Minnie, I think you’ve got the wrong order.” Hoseok said, grabbing the strawberry milkshake while Jimin looks at Yoongi. The pink-haired barista/waiter was about to take the beverage from Hoseok when Yoongi speaks out.

“It’s mine, Seokie.” Yoongi said and the blonde angel gapes at the prince as the said man takes the drink out from Hoseok’s hands and brings the cold beverage to his lips. The angel looks at Namjoon in hopes to get some explanation but the demon averts his gaze and quietly drinks his iced americano.

“What the fuck? What’s with the sudden change?” Hoseok asks, looking at his friend.

“Seokie, you know how I feel about you cuss-”

“No, seriously. What the hell is up?” Yoongi wanted to shove the milkshake up Hoseok’s ass if he ever cusses again. The prince glares at the barely-shining angel. Whenever an angel cusses or does a bad thing, they shine a tad bit dimmer. And compared to the last time Yoongi saw him, it doesn’t feel like Hoseok is still shining at all! If it werent for the characteristic golden eyes all angels share, Hoseok might as well be recognize as a human.

“None of your business.” Yoongi grumbles as he drinks more from the milkshake as he grimaces inwardly. ‘You may have the same colour as Jimin’s hair but I doubt you taste the same. So fucking sour and milky.’ The prince thought as he places the glass down.

“Well, okay.” Hoseok drops the topic pretty fast and Namjoon returns his attention to the two now that Hoseok has got his attention else where. Jimin is about to leave when Hoseok grabs his elbow as a small, unsaid request to stay and the waiter obliges. “Minnie, I want to introduce you to my friends.” Hoseok said and Jimin smiles a little as he hugs the tray close.

“Your friends?” Jimin asks smiling politely at both Namjoon and Yoongi. His gaze lingers a little at the bluish grey eyed man before turning to his roommate.

“Yeah. They’re my childhood friends.” Hoseok grabs the tray from Jimin and sets it on the table. “This is Park Jimin, my roommate. The pink-haired man with dimples here,” Hoseok pokes Namjoon’s cheeks which makes the latter man smile and laugh as he swats Hoseok’s hands away. “Is Kim Namjoon. Probably the smartest piece of shit you will ever meet.” The enthusiastic angel pinches Namjoon’s cheeks while Yoongi’s right-hand man just lets whatever Hoseok wanted to do.

“Nice to meet you, Park Jimin.” Namjoon holds his hand out for Jimin to take.

“And this grumpy cat here is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok steals a few sips of Yoongi’s strawberry milkshake after introducing them.

“We’ve already met yesterday, Seokie.” Yoongi said but still offers his hand for the pink-haired waiter to take. Jimin takes Yoongi’s hands and it startled him when he felt how cold the man clad in all black’s skin is. It doesn’t go unseen by Yoongi and while the demon is hoping the human to have a yellow hover Jimin’s skin out of fear, the white light remains.

“Oh really, now?” Hoseok asks as he watches the human he’s been assigned to grabs the demon’s hand. ‘Ah, right. Yoongi-hyung probably doesn’t know that Minnie is-’

“Yes, we did. He’s the customer who gave me too much and left without his change.” Jimin looks at his roommate who nods knowingly. “Speaking of which…” Jimin trails off as he digs deep into his apron to find Yoongi’s change when the white-haired prince holds his hand out.

“Keep it.” Yoongi grabs his milkshake that is already downed to half before glaring at the angel. “Seokie, you piece of-“ Yoongi sighs, probably realising that it’s worthless getting mad over a milkshake. “Its my milkshake.” Yoongi said in a small voice.

“Thank you.” Jimin flashes him a smile before turning to Hoseok. “Ah, hyung. By the way, did you bring it?” Jimin asks and Hoseok stares at him blankly before exclaiming a ‘yes!’. He pats his pockets a few times before pulling out a circular shaped pendant that is shining under the light with white chain holding it. Namjoon and Hoseok subtly steals a glance at Yoongi to see his expression. When the prince stops drinking to stare at the familiar necklace, he looks at how the pink-haired waiter’s eyes shine at the sight of the necklace. The white light of innocence is being replaced with a light pink as he puts it on. Yoongi wonders why Jimin loves the necklace so much as he noisily slurps his milkshake. “Did you find out why it turned blue yesterday?”

“It turned blue?” Namjoon blurts out as he looks at Yoongi and Jimin nods. “I-It’s clear now, though.” Namjoon tears his gaze from his prince to look at Jimin.

“I know it sounds strange. But yes, it turned blue. I’ve never seen it change colours before. At first, I thought it was because of the light but it became like so blue, it’s opaque! It was weird.” Jimin frowns. “I thought I broke it or something.”

“It’s pretty though.” Yoongi suddenly said out loud. “Blue or not, it suits you.” He smiles before gulping down his milkshake.

“Thank you.” Jimin smiles shyly and he was about to ask if Yoongi wanted another milkshake when another customer who have just entered the café with a bell chime. “Ah, sorry. Excuse me.” Jimin grabs his tray that it situated on the table before bowing to the trio.

“Did it turn blue because you found out what happened to Yaksoku?” Hoseok frowns. Namjoon turns pale as his lips form a grim, straight line. Yoongi sighs as he looks at the both of them. He nods as a reply and Namjoon closes his eyes while gritting his teeth. His hunch had proved to be true. He couldn’t believe he had forgotten about their human friend. He is aware that probably 3 years have passed in is realm which means Yaksoku has spent the past 60 years alone by herself. What kind of a friend is he? Most importantly, what kind of advisor is he? He knows how important Yaksoku is to Yoongi and yet…

“Joonie, stop. It’s not your fault.” Yoongi sighs as he watches how the younger demon lets himself get swallowed by his own voice in his head.

“I exist to remind you things that may slip your mind, hyung.” Namjoon starts but Yoongi isn’t having any of it. Not today. “I’m here because it’s my duty to advise you and tell yo-”

“Namjoon,” Yoongi said in a strict tone, no longer using his normal tone. “You exist to be my friend, my partner and not my slave. I’ve got plenty of those in the castle back home. We were both busy and it’s not your fault so don’t blame yourself.” Yoongi said and Namjoon slowly looks up to Yoongi.

“You think of me as your friend?” Namjoon cracks a smile while Yoongi turns his head away.

“If anyone asks you about this, I’m denying it.” The prince doesn’t let Namjoon come out with a remark that may soften his heart as he quickly changes the topic with a “So, Seokie, what do you do on Earth?”

The prince of Infernum is not a patient man and Suran has been making him wait for almost an hour. In that span of one hour, he learned that Hoseok is Jimin’s guardian angel and has been making his debut as a dancing teacher for kids at a nearby studio called Gabriel, after his beloved mentor. And Yoongi was forced to listen to Hoseok’s story about the dreadful tattle tots learning how to dance. While Namjoon occasionally asks questions and give his clueless friend opinions on how to overcome daily obstacles like ‘how to get a 5 year old’s leg out of the toilet bowl’ and ‘how to tell the parents to basically fuck off, this isn’t Dance Moms and leave it to him.’, Yoongi is at the very end of his patience.

So, when the black-haired woman with bright finally stumbles into the café with a huff and looking paler than she normally does, Yoongi sucks in a deep breath and gathers his patience to not flip at the very late woman.

“I’m sorry for being late, Yoongi.” Suran pants as she pushes her hair out of her face. The three men can see sweat rolling off her forehead and how dilated her pupils are. “I-I’m not giving you any excuses but I was bombarded by a gang of ghouls. Cannibal ghouls. We were caught off guard.” Suran is rambling and she is nervous. The trio knows. They can smell the nervousness from her skin and Yoongi… Well, Yoongi can see the colour orange – the colour of nervousness and uncertainty.

“Just tell Yoongi-hyung what you want to, Suran.” Hoseok speaks out, sipping on a frappe of his own after complaining about Yoongi’s empty cup of strawberry milkshake.

“Ugh, an angel.” Suran makes a face and Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Don’t hate me cause you aint me, noona. By the way, don’t talk as if you’re not a cannibal yourself. Remember Dean?” hoseok smirks. “Besides, you can easily rip those low lives necks off. So, spare us the bullshit and tell us what took you so long.” The angel scoffs while the woman runs her thin, long fingers through her dishevelled hair, making it look even more distressed as she grimaces when she finds that her hair in knots.

“Honestly, Hoseokie… Noona would have been able to kick their asses if it weren’t for some kind of kelp they’ve been taking. It made them really strong. Even I have a hard time to fend them off.” Namjoon stares at the black haired woman as his observing eyes scrutinizes every single detail of her body language. He gives a look to Yoongi to notify the said man that their noona isn’t lying to them. “I caught one of them and did some serious questioning session.” Yoongi grimaces at this. Suran’s ‘serious questioning’ sessions have never ended with a happy ending. It usually ends with bloodshed.

Lots of them.

The prince of Infernum do enjoy a good show but not when it happens in the hands of Suran. He, for one knows how ruthless his noona can be for the pettiest things and Yoongi doesn’t do petty. He does fairness. Suran has a habit of cutting her victims’ tongue and demand answers from them afterwards and when they couldn’t give her an answer, she introduces her guillotine in between their neck and head. “I know what you’re thinking, Yoongi-ah. I do but I promise you that I have answers.” Suran gulps down a nervous lump as she takes a seat in between Namjoon and Yoongi and across of Hoseok. “Yoongi-ah, they told me that they’re no longer loyal to you but the real ruler of Infernum. According to them, the new ruler gave them the freedom of eating humans.”

Yoongi who has been impassive ever since she decided to show her late ass up straightens his back upon hearing Suran out. He knits his eyebrows together. “What new ruler, noona? And for the record, I do let them eat humans. What are they talking about?” The pureblood vampire shakes her head as she licks her lower lip.

“No, Yoongi. The new ruler lets them eat living humans. Not suicide victims or random John and Jane Doe.” Suran knits her eyebrows together as she scoots closer towards the pale prince. She holds his hand in hers and Yoongi can feel it tremble. “Yoongi-ah, tell noona what’s going on. What new ruler, Yoongi? You’re an only child.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Yoongi sucks in a deep breath as his bluish grey eyes scans the mark of Infernum on Suran’s right inner wrist. The red spider lily mark complements her pale skin and that is the mark of his kingdom. If a low-life is trying to take his kingdom away, Yoongi will only let it happen across his dead body. “Namjoon,” Yoongi snatches his hands back from Suran’s as he sees how Namjoon visibly straightens. “I need you to call the mutt and ask him if he’s heard of this new ruler. Get his pups and bring me answers.” Yoongi orders as his tongue pokes his inner cheek. Yoongi is pretty sure that given the looks they give him, his eyes must have changed to black entirely and some of the vessels near his eyes have turned black too. The prince looks down before Namjoon could even give him an answer when a timid Park Jimin makes his way towards their table.

“Um, I’m not sure if this is a good time but can I take your order?” Jimin asks meekly in between Namjoon and Hoseok to Suran. Yoongi on the other hand runs his pale fingers through his white hair. The older woman has her gaze fixated on the familiar necklace around Jimin’s neck that is taking a bright red colour.

“I’m afraid I’ll only be here for a while, kid. Thank you. Your ruby necklace really complements your skin tone. The peculiar shape reminds me of a close friend of mine’s necklace.” Suran tucks a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.

“What?” Jimin looks down and pales when the crystal ball has a really deep red colour. “O-Oh, it’s not supposed to be red.” Jimin said nervously as he frowns and grabs the spherical pendant in between his thumb and forefinger. “My necklace has been acting very weird the past two days. It used to be just a clear crystal ball.” The pink-haired boy twirls it around. ‘Is it really broken?’ He pouts at the thought. It’s the only thing he has aside from the café that his grandma leaves in his hands. And Jimin has a soft spot for the necklace for his grandmother has always treated it so dearly to her. He still remembers how she refused to take it off even once because the necklace is a gift from a special friend. Apparently, she once complained that she never understands her friend and the next day, despite muttering hurtful things, the said friend gave her the necklace to understand him better. And to Jimin, it feels like the necklace and his grandmother’s spirit is still connected and he refuses to part with that.

“Hm is that so? It looks very similar to Yaksoku’s though.” Suran muses and almost immediately, Hoseok and Jimin looks at her.

“You knew my grandma?”

‘Grandma?’ Suran gapes and when she remembers that her time differs from humans’, she knew she fucked up.

“How do you and Yoongi know about my grandmother? I’ve never seen you before…” Jimin looks down to Hoseok and wonder how did Hoseok meet these people who know about his grandmother. While the angel could not lie to Jimin, he has been trying to get help from both namjoon and Suran who both avert their gazes elsewhere. The blithe male then gives Jimin a smile.

“We were Yaksoku’s friends.” Yoongi suddenly said, his eyes returning to the normal white sclera and bluish grey iris. He meets Jimin’s brown ones for a while before looking at the raging red crystal sphere pendant hanging on a grey coloured chain around his neck. Although that isn’t a lie, it isn’t the whole truth either and judging on Jimin’s slow nod, he must have been rather contented with the answer. Although the pink-haired waiter doesn’t know how it connects, he drops the subject fairly quick since he hasn’t been in his grandmother’s life for long for he has always been with the two boys he no longer sees but once meant the world to him. Park Jimin then bows and excuses himself before making his way towards the counter when the bell chimes again.

Yoongi, again has his eyes on Jimin. The latter boy smiles at a customer and again, his eyes disappearing when his cheeks go up much like when the moon fades away when the sun comes up to shine. The customer who came in has a child with her and he swore Park Jimin got twice as bright when his brown eyes meets the little girl’s. He gave her a lollipop for free and ruffles her hair as Yoongi tried to not scoff at the action. It feels like it’s a very Park Jimin action but if Yoongi tries hard enough, maybe he can see his best friend’s silhouette treating her customers with care. Is kindness hereditary? Yoongi isn’t sure. But what he does know is that Suran and Hoseok are vaguely talking about Yaksoku while Namjoon is still on the phone with the head of the Lycans. His advisor stifles a little laugh as he makes a light-hearted joke. The head of the Lycans is one of Namjoon’s close friends back in Infernum. When Namjoon hangs up, he gives Yoongi a proud smile. One that says ‘Mission accomplished, hyung. I just got you your pups also I’ve got other info too.’

“Alright, Jackson Wang has agreed to help and he is even willing to give us 6 of his most trusted pups. Also, according to him, apparently, some of his trainees have been acting up. Upon investigations, they have found the use of some sort of deep-sea kelp that makes them strong and alert. They kelps have been sent to a lab to see if it’s a new type of drug but turns out, it’s just kelp. But, here’s the thing. That ‘just kelp’ is at least 500 years old. Jackson has also reported things that his idols’ and trainees’ behaviour have gotten out of hand lately and it’s been hard to keep Tantara Records’ name clear. Nothing literally scares these kids anymore and even worse is that an insider told him that the kelp-seller is amongst them.”

“Namjoon-ah, I will leave the pups to you. I need to find out who the fuck is trying to steal my authority.” Yoongi growls, nails scraping the polish of the wooden chair he’s sitting on.

“Will do, my prince.” And when Namjoon promises and bows, he delivers as promised.

‘I will find you and bite your neck off.’ Yoongi thought, gritting his teeth.

Chapter 3

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Silver for Monsters -- Ch. 5

Series: Witcher/Fairy Tail

Pairing: Gajevy

Summary: In a world ravaged by monsters where magic is becoming outlawed and nonhumans are hunted, the Witcher known as Black Steel Gajeel takes up a contract. He expects to find a simple old herbalist, terrorized by a beast in the woods. But in his many years he has learned to never trust what he expects.

Note: Ugh here it is. It’s a filler/fanservice chapter born of jokes on stream, but I’m just trying to get the momentum moving again on this story so, I hope that you guys at least find it entertaining!!

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“By the way,” the rose-haired man drawled into his pint, slapping another card onto the table, “what the everloving hell are you wearing? That is not the armor I made for you.” He gulped down the rest of his beer, looking Gajeel over with nothing short of disdain.

The Witcher scowled at the card the man had laid down and eased back in his chair. He was at least six pints in, Natsu somehow ahead of him, and he couldn’t tell how long he had been here drinking. Only that the streets outside were orange with the sunset. Gajeel played his own card, and then looked back up to Natsu, who was waving over at Cana for a refill. “Ran into an endrega nest, fucked up the polish. Had to lift a new one,” he replied with a small shrug, slurring his words only slightly. The prickle rippling through the blacksmith was just as satisfying as he’d expected. “Ya wanna give me a new set, then be my guest.”

Natsu snorted, eagerly reaching for the new pint provided to him by the now very busy barmaid. There was a loaded pause, one that was not lost on the Witcher. “If you got the coin, you know how this works,” he said, arranging his lines of cards but looking not the slightest bit pleased with the spread. He looked back and forth from Gajeel’s side to his own, then eased back a bit. “Fucker,” he hissed.

Gajeel chuckled, leveling a satisfied stare at his rival. “I could either clear out yer pockets for that, or ya could show me whatever it is that you’re avoiding mentionin’ from the shop,” a wry smirk, and the glare from his companion confirmed that there was definitely something worthwhile.

The blacksmith grumbled into his beer as he took another swig. His disgruntled attitude melted away quickly and pride flickered in his eyes. Quickly, a toothy grin spread on his face. “Got somethin’ that might suit you, finished it months back and ain’t had a single person who can afford it or was even worth selling it to. Come by in the morning and I’ll show you; that is if I don’t roast you before the night’s up.”

The Witcher chuckled into his drink. “Why don’t ya try.”

“OI!” Cana’s immediate shout across the tavern had both of their hands up in appeasement, muttering unheard apologies, while keeping their gazes on each other. The challenge still very much hung between them, but they dropped it for now. They could have at it with each other another time.

“Me kickin’ your ass aside,” a mocking grunt answered him, “There any runnin’ specials on that armor?”

“Aside from what I’m already givin’ you for winning? God damn Gajeel, Witchin’s made you greedy,” Natsu replied. Gajeel merely shrugged, but remained quiet, waiting for an answer. He eventually sighed in defeat, looking upwards. “Nothing special. The drowners are acting up where my material supplier usually docks, I figure the residents have started dumping dead livestock there and it’s making it harder for him to make my deliveries. Clear it out, and make sure it stays cleared, and I’ll knock off another hundred crowns.” He didn’t need to tell Gajeel that his particular supplier couldn’t possibly dock in Novigrad’s port. Either because whomever this supplier was, they were nonhuman, or because what he delivered was just too risky to be caught with.

Gajeel fought off the urge to bark back two hundred, reeling himself back in seeing as he already thrashed the blacksmith in gwent. “Where’s his spot?” he asked simply.

After a brief moment, Natsu grinned devilishly, “There’s a small dock, on the northeast point of Farcorners.”

Gajeel stared at him quietly for several seconds to see if the man was kidding, but he was only met with an expectant, amused, and unbothered smile. He didn’t know how Natsu got the idea that Gajeel would be tempted to get back to the see the sorceress, maybe because somehow the blacksmith has a connection with his own and understood the intrigue. Gajeel wanted badly to ask more about his own connection, but that would open the door for Natsu to ask him about Levy, and that was a topic he was trying like hell to keep from landing back up on. After a few more beats of silence, “Done,” he answered, knocking back the rest of his drink.

“Not now, I hope. Be a waste of a good armor if you go and get yourself killed for trying to fight drunk.”

“Wouldn’t ya love that, Salamander,” he retorted. Gajeel bore his teeth slightly, wanting so badly to hit him square in the chest with an Aard, but he restrained himself. He couldn’t afford to piss off Cana again and owe her for a hole in the wall… again. But there was always such a thrill in going against the blacksmith and the alcohol never helped. They’d known each other for decades, and drank and fought for each one of them. Friends, rivals, he’d never been able to pin one of them but he knew that he got endless amusement from riling up and antagonizing him. Only because of what he knew crawled beneath that deceptively human skin and that he couldn’t actually unleash it to annihilate him. But tonight he knew better, and he needed a place to sleep by the grace of the tavern’s owner.

That, there-not-there smoke wisped form the corner of Natsu’s mouth at the name, but he let it go, changing the subject. The previous competitive aggression flickered off his face in a heartbeat and instead he looked at Gajeel like he was actually a friend. “So, you gonna tell me what you’ve been up to aside from romancing the Lodge?” he asked with a toothy grin, and though Gajeel rolled his eyes, he happily transitioned into stories about recent contracts, rare beasts he’d encountered, and pointedly avoided any mention of the blue-haired sorceress. They spoke late into the night before both finally called it and hobbled off, drunkenly, to their respective places to sleep.

For being on his best behavior, Cana had agreed to let him rent out one of the rooms for the night; and one of the best ones at that. The Rosemary’s rooms were modest compared to many others, but to him he may as well have been in a manor compared to now he was used to sleeping. On the hard ground, under a tree, hoping it didn’t rain or something didn’t creep up on them in the night. Here he had a bed, a warm hearth, and what made this room the best: his own tub.

Steam billowed off the hot pool, and he had already leaned his swords against the bed and laid out his soon to be old armor on a chaise. His head swimming in alcohol and a steady buzz already forming in his ears, the Witcher eased himself into his first bath in weeks that wasn’t a cold river. As he immersed himself in that heat, so did he immerse himself in his thoughts.

As much as he tried to tell himself he was done with his contract, that it was time to move onto the next one, he couldn’t shake her from his thoughts. She had latched on, settling herself in such a way that he swore he felt a tug in his heart to seek her out. His mind locked down and gobbled up every detail of her, unwilling to lose a single shred. Gajeel told himself it was simple infatuation. He was a man’s man, and as Lily and his other acquaintances liked to tell him at times, he was a simple one. Not simple as an insult, necessarily, but he knew what he liked, and typically if he wanted it, he went after it. Gajeel had no reservations admiring the beauties of the flesh, and as a Witcher his basest desires were some of the only emotional inclinations that were left after the mutations had taken their holds on him.

But this, this felt different from infatuation or lust, as little as he was able to distinguish between emotional nuances. And learning of the strange connections between Radovid’s movements, the activities here in this very city, and knowing she was just outside the walls of Novigrad where her hunter was currently docked, had his head spinning. He’d taken her exactly where she wanted to go, and yet he had taken her to such a dangerous place. Radovid had no need to commune with the Nilfgaardians to hunt down the sorceresses. He was well within his means to do it himself without stooping to cavorting with the enemy, so what was different now? Why would both sides work together to gain access to the five remaining sorceresses of the Lodge?

Gajeel groaned, dragging a wet hand through his now unbound hair. He leaned his head back against the smooth wooden rim of the tub, then sunk in, submerging himself completely for several moments. In the silent, immersive heat, his drunken mind wandered down simpler paths. He thought again of that night after the Fiend, sitting in front of her fireplace as she tended to his wounds, touched his skin. A burning in his chest forced him back up to the surface, and with both hands he wiped his face.

The Witcher groaned again into his hands as that memory took on a mind of its own. He thought now of how much he would have wanted her to touch more of him. He could feel her eyes on him, hear her breath hitch and hear the change in her heartbeat when he took off his armor and tunic. Gajeel knew she was looking at him, at the bare skin, and now more than before, he savored that. He imagined her trailing her fingers along each scar, featherlight touches sending chills through him, asking him how he got each one. A wayward spear or five, a gryphon’s claws, a werewolf’s teeth, an endrega’s acid. She would outline each one with her fingers as he told her, moving to the next, wondering if she should kiss them...

I wonder if she has any.

The sudden thought rocked him back to the present before he could finish imagining doing the same to her and he nearly choked, mouth completely dry. “Fuck,” he hissed. The Witcher shook his head, scattering water from his black hair. “Fucking dog,” he scolded himself. “Fucking beer.” With everything she had to face now, she was of course not thinking of him. He was just the Witcher who’d happened to find her twice, and each time he served her a purpose and that was the end of it. This was the end of it. She hadn’t a thought to spare for him and he would do best to stop sparing them for her.

What was more, he didn’t know her at all, just who she was and some of what she could do. He knew she was a skilled sorceress, he knew she was kind, he knew she was plucky and smart, and he knew she was beautiful. Only a handful of things, and all very basic. There was so much more that made up a person and he only had a handful of details. She had even less of him: he was a Witcher, and good at killing. That was it.

Gajeel growled deep in his throat and threw his gaze up to the roof. Stick with the brothel girls, that’s so much simpler. I don’t have time for this bullshit. He had a job to do tomorrow, and then he would take himself, and his new armor, out of this shithole city.

After cleaning himself off, he rose from the now lukewarm water, illuminated by the candles about the room. He grabbed a towel off the chair nearby and absentmindedly used it to dry his hair, hardly bothering with the rest of his crafted body.

He padded, dripping, over to the nearest window and didn’t give half a shit who saw him as he gazed out on the dimly lit city. From the top floor, he had enough of a view to see several blocks, and though he knew he could not see all the way to Hierarch Square, he could see the orange aura, and the sparkling columns of smoke rising from whomever they’d caught that night. Someone drunk and careless, having run into the wrong sort of people. His gut twisted uncontrollably as every wet muscle tensed for a few seconds, knowing that in every realm of possibility, it could have been her. As he turned to fall into bed, he refused to acknowledge even a kernel of that possibility.

Gajeel fell into sleep almost immediately after his head hit the pillow, and that entire night every one of his dreams was consumed with her, and everything he’d started to think of that his conscious mind wouldn’t fully allow.

‘You two continue as you have, together.’

‘We will.’

The words twisted, the first voice becoming it’s own, and her voice, the two words, becoming two separate threads. Their ends wove into each other, forming a knot, and she could feel a tug around her heart, staring at the tie. Beyond it, in the dark, she saw the silhouette standing there, back to her. The twin hilts peeked over his shoulder, and she didn’t need to see his face to know who it was.

Weakly, she reached out into the dark and wrapped her fingers around the knot, pulling lightly. The silhouette of the man she knew faltered slightly, turning so slowly to look over his shoulder at her… or through her. There was no recognition in his face, only surprise and a searching gaze.

She knew they were not alone. She could feel the other presence, but even as she kept her grip on that tie, the thicker thread of the three lead off into pure black. Nothing, but something attached. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out, pure silence surrounding her until…

Until those two statements repeated themselves one more time, and she felt the tug once more in her chest.

The sun had barely started to light up the horizon when Gajeel stalked along the shore, looking for the dock Natsu had mentioned. His body churned through alcohol faster than a normal man’s, but he still felt the effects of the many beers he downed that very night. Still, his senses were more acute than a human’s, keenly listening for the signature gargle and choke of any drowners.

It took until he got closer to where Natsu had told him the dock would be for him to start to hear the sound. Along with wet crunches, the sound of something tearing, and quick squabbles between multiple beasts. A dumped carcass, or they got a hold of someone else, he thought. The Witcher walked quietly, slowly, his yellow eyes nearly flaring in the low light as he focused ahead.

Everything in him stilled, every thought left his head except for what he came up upon now. Gajeel reached behind him, grabbing the hilt of his silver blade. With a soft hiss, he pulled it from its sheath, the pink dawnlight sparkling on it’s brilliant edges.

All the sounds along the shore stopped instantly, and a wicked grin spread onto his face. They knew he was there, but no Gajeel did not pause, he held no reserve. In many ways, he wanted them to know. Drowners were simple. They would not flee, they would not strategize. They picked up on signs of new prey, and swarmed. It was only a matter of drawing them all to him. Something that his heart leapt at, that surged blood through his veins and sharpened every one of his senses. He could smell them, hear every sound creeping towards him, and could feel the vibrations in the sand at his feet.

Gajeel spun his blade once, stalking forward enough to see their slick, blue and red bodies around the bend. Each one of them already faced him, brandishing claws and gnashing bloody teeth. He could see why people thought they were born of drowned men, having the same shape as a human and looking as though they crept out of some fairytale. It was some feeble attempt at coming up with reasoning for the monstrous bodies produced by the cataclysm so long ago.

There were only four total, trotting towards him with heavy, wet slaps on the sand. He laughed under his breath, feeling one of the other few, base emotions that Witchers could still manage: predation. Gajeel was a perfect hunter as he allowed them to approach, allowed them to take the first swing that he spun around on the balls of his feet. He spun a full rotation, slicing his blade straight through the back of the first monster with little resistance. Gajeel stomped his foot down to stop the turn and with a spray of sand quickly changed direction to swing back in the opposite direction, sinking his silver sword into the face of a second drowner.

Too quick, a third met his swing with a slash of rot-covered claws, sharp enough to pierce into his armor. Gajeel bit out a growl of pain, dropping his wounded arm but swinging a heavy fist over his shoulder with his other hand. It was enough to knock back the monster, but Gajeel had to jump backwards to avoid the teeth of the fourth, just as the third hauled itself up. He swung to hurl blood off his blade and regained his footing and his stance, beckoning them both to come for him. His silver blade was gripped in his right hand, and his left hand was poised up in front of him.

Both remaining drowners crept towards him, sounding like they were choking on their own saliva. One barked out a snarl and lurched forward, just as Gajeel drew a single sign in the air and a wave of fire flew outwards to met them. Both shrieked in complete agony, stumbling backwards while pawing at their faces. They could not see the Witcher charge at them, twisting to the side enough to swing out a stroke with that blade so wide that it tore through both of them.

The two bodies dropped, twitching, into the sand with a wet thud, and Gajeel turned his gaze to the not-so-distant homes that surely must have been roused from sleep by this. The homes, with their small pig pens and goat yards, must have been the ones disposing here. The Witcher looked to the bodies, leeching black blood into the sand freely, and grabbed the nearest body. He dragged it through the sand as much as he could before the ground beneath it ran clean again, and grabbed another to do the same. He did this with each one of the bodies, and by the time he finished, Gajeel climbed up the bank several paces to observe the scene behind him.

Smeared messily, but still legibly into the sand with the bodies, was a simple message: ‘we eat.’

Ought to be enough to make them second guess it, Gajeel thought with a grin to himself. Gruesome? Perhaps, but it was a clear enough message and he was not about to start preaching himself to the people that lived here. He turned abruptly, ready to collect on his reward from his friend’s forge.

The Witcher found himself pausing, however, as he knew he would. She was here. This was where her friend lived, and where she was staying. Hopefully concealed and safe from the Witch Hunters. Gajeel rallied all his willpower to not go in her direction. He knew he would be tempted to do so, and he knew it was useless to try. It would be an affront, and it was none of his business to seek her out again. What would he even say, or offer to her? Some half-baked concern or desire to help? He was a monster hunter for hire, not a body guard and certainly not guard to the Lodge.

Gajeel huffed out a breath, rolling his shoulders and trying to focus on the new armor he was about to attain. Hopefully more comfortable than this ensemble he’d looted off a dead bandit. Leave it. Leave it alone and just move the fuck on, damnit, he scolded himself, his nerves still alive with the fire his dreams had ignited them with. He’d awoken in a very cold sweat that morning, remembering every detail his mind had decided to conjure up. He had been so entrenched in dreams so brazen that even his conscience must have caught up to how out of place it was and it jerked him awake so violently he felt as though dragged by his chest, heaving and sweating. He swore to himself in that moment that he was already too deep. Gajeel told himself to just let kingly plots take their own course. Witchers were not political figures, they were not kingslayers(despite public opinion), and the war between two territories and their conspiracies had no place for him. He knew this. One any day he knew this.

And with that, he resolutely made his way back the way he had come, back through the southern gate to seek out his friend and cash in. Gajeel focused on the intrigue of whatever awaited him in that shop. As much as he clashed with Natsu, the man was a damn good blacksmith and could create finer wares than any he had encountered thus far. Granted, the blacksmith had an edge, being what he was--or wasn’t, to the rest of the world--and if he said he had something good that he would not sell to just anyone, then it had to be extraordinary. That was enough for him to fixate on, a small part of him growing eager at the prospect and what he was about to attain.

The streets were quiet, save for the march of guards and grumbles of the Witch Hunters, maybe a few sickened drunks, at this time of the morning. He savored the quiet and the uncrowded streets as he made his way towards Natsu’s forge. On the way, he could not help but pass through Hierarch Square, and could not help but stare at the burned shells of former beings on the pyres. A halfling, and the body of what had clearly once been a male judging by the broad shoulders. A tension he hadn’t known was there released from his shoulders, and with a small huff he continued onwards through the streets.

The sign for Natsu’s forge was only just starting to be lit by the morning light, creaking every so softly on its hinges in a gentle morning breeze. Outside the city the air was fresh but here, near this forge, it smelled of smoke and the city’s own unique aroma of filth. The Witcher squared himself in front of the door and a wicked grin spread on his face as he pounded his fist, loudly, on the door four times. With his sensitive hearing, he heard a jump and the clatter of several dishes, knicknacks, etcetera. A harsh swear, shuffling, and the spitting of his name. Among other profanities and titles.

It took several moments for the door to rip open, and Gajeel hardly flinched as the surly blacksmith lurched out of the doorway and grabbed him by the front of his armor. He could almost feel the heat spreading from where the grip was.

“Witcher…” he snarled, dark eyes glaring up at the morning’s offender, “do you have any clue what time it is?”

“I’m here to collect,” Gajeel replied simply. “Your dock is clear.”

Slowly, with a gaze oozing hatred, he looked to the drowner blood flecked on his armor. So it was. “When I said… to come by in the ‘morning,’” he began, but the Witcher interrupted him.

“It’s mornin.’ Not my fault ya can’t bounce back the morning after like I can,” he said with a shrug, still grinning down at the furious man, eyes bloodshot from too much beer and not enough sleep. “I did what ya asked and I got money in my pockets, ya gonna show me this armor or not.”

Another tense moment, and the blacksmith loosed his tense breath, letting go of the armor. He turned from Gajeel waving over his shoulder, “Come in already. Don’t touch anything,” he growled, earning a ‘yeah yeah’ from the man who had heard this many times before. Natsu led Gajeel through the chaotic, cluttered space to the back of the shop where he had several large mannequins to display different armor sets.

Many of them looked like what Gajeel had already seen before from him, nothing particularly unusual but certainly his handiwork. But then his eyes fell upon not one of the mannequins, but a neatly folded stack of armor and pants, with the boots and gauntlets laid next to it on the counter. As though Natsu had taken the time to set them out the night before. His heart tripped a beat at the sight of it, the metal of blackest black all so intricately crafted and layered that it was no wonder he wouldn’t sell it to anyone else. “Ain’t this just the sweetest thing. Ya made it just for me,” the Witcher crooned, and Natsu immediately snorted.

“Oh shove it, Black Steel,” he retorted, turning to stand by the armor and face his friend, resting his hand on the dark armor. “Best materials supplied straight from Toissant. Fire resistant, enhanced against slashing or tearing,” he paused and pointedly moved his gaze to the drying blood on Gajeel’s right arm, around the torn sleeve, “and sturdy enough to soften a hammer’s blow. It’s not indestructible, even though I know that’s all you just heard, but damn if it’s not some of my finest work. I’d normally charge over three thousand for the whole set, but for you…” he paused, thinking, “Nine hundred.”

Gajeel pondered the price for several quiet moments, unable to tear his gaze from the set. Damn if it wasn’t the nicest thing he’d wear in a long time, and the price was a steal. “Got one more thing to offer ya,” he started, reaching for a pouch at his hip that did not contain his coin. Protest started to rise in the rose-haired male, but Gajeel cut him off waving his free hand. “Cool it, I ain’t asking for more money off, just gonna sweeten the deal for ya. Keep up our good faith.”

Natsu’s brows rose, waking up just a little more as he seemed to pick up on what Gajeel was offering. “What did you bring? From what?” he asked, eagerly, as the Witcher pulled out a bundled scrap of cloth that had been balled up to hold something within. He handed it over to the blacksmith, who opened it up to reveal what looked like a long, moss-stained shard of wood.

“Spriggan contract a few weeks ago. The smoke from that oughta knock ya on yer ass,” he explained with a small smirk as his friend sniffed at the piece. Gajeel told himself that this was largely why the blacksmith continued to put up with him, aside from the steady flow of coin for his best wares, because it certainly wasn’t his shining personality or wicked left hook.

Natsu may have been trapped in a human body, but there were ways he could just touch, brush against what he used to be. Nothing that would break the curse, but more of a high that fisstech could barely touch. Burning any sort of enchanted, otherworldly wood produced smoke that to anyone else was nothing different, but to Natsu, it allowed him to hallucinate memories that he didn’t have access to anymore. Memories that had been locked away with the curse to keep him from reaching for any sort knowledge that might help him out of that body. Natsu had discovered it by accident nearly two decades ago, and it was how he had remembered he was even cursed to begin with.

He’d already known Gajeel at that point--who for the life of him couldn’t figure out why his medallion hummed around Natsu--and struck a deal with him to bring the materials, in exchange for cheaper prices off the best, mastercrafted armor he’d ever get his hands on. Spriggan wood gave him almost a full three minutes, leshen wood just a hair less. And the wood of any trees that had been enchanted or possessed gave him only about a minute. He could never know what he would get, what memory, and how valuable or useless it would be, but if he wasn’t reliving a life far better than that stuck as a simple human, he was searching for anything he might have known about breaking curses. Or the words used to deliver this curse to begin with.

Natsu nodded deeply, genuinely, to the Witcher. “Consider yourself forgiven for wakin’ me up at the ass crack of dawn,” he grinned, flashing too-white teeth. He wrapped the wood piece back up in the cloth and stuffed them into the pocket of his trousers. “You remember where the back room is, go get yourself in it and I’ll make sure it fits. You look like you been putting on weight so I’ll have to double check.”

Gajeel clicked his tongue, dropped his coin purse on the counter, and scooped up all of the items to head off into the back. As he removed his old armor behind the closed door, he inspected the once-deep gouges the drowner had given him, already healing. The scar forming at the edges of the tears was bright pink, fresh, and a new story to add to the spread across his skin. He halted himself from thinking again about scars, and instead focused on getting himself into the new armor. Not surprisingly, it fit almost perfectly and was leaps and bounds more comfortable than the older set.

He looked down at himself, moving in different ways to test the fit, admiring the harsh points, angles, and scale-like plates that rose up from his shoulders and spread across his chest. Typical, he thought, amused. The blacksmith certainly had his trademark, and the more he remembered about himself the more his armor style evolved. For the better.

Gajeel looked at himself in the small tabletop mirror and grinned in approval. He’d be a force to be reckoned with in these. The Witcher tied up his black main into a ponytail once again with a long strip of leather, and rolled his shoulders after to assure himself of the fit.

More than pleased with the weight and the feel of the armor, he gathered up the old armor and proceeded out of the room. He had already started to speak when he just barely heard a door open at the front of the shop, “Ya want these old ones for inspiration, right?” he taunted, looking up from his arms as he rounded the corner and saw Natsu holding the door open. In the doorway were two hooded figures, one slender male with orange hair, the other a noticeably shorter female, dull brown locks peeking out of the hood.

Both looked to him quickly, and he could see their eyes widen in the shadow of their hoods, as Gajeel’s mouth went dry.

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EXPLOSIVE ~ SIRIUS BLACK

FANDOM: MARAUDERS ERA

SUMMARY: TAKES PLACE IN YOUR 6TH YEAR. BEING CLOSE FRIENDS WITH THE MARAUDERS AND FRENEMIES WITH SIRIUS BUT HAVING FEELINGS FOR HIM. IGNORING HIM WHEN HE GETS A GIRLFRIEND UNTIL AN ARGUMENT CAUSES YOU TO CONFESS YOUR FEELINGS

REQUESTED: YES ON WATTPAD

''Have you ever even heard of a brush?"

"I should be asking you that. My hair is flawless, yours looks like a bird's nest!"

"At least I can get birds! You like to think you're soooo smooth with the ladies. News flash: You're not!"

"Coming from the woman who hasn't had a date in 4 years!"

"I've had offers!"

"Yeah sure you have. It's more believable that I love Lucius Malfoy than you being asked on a date."

"It's because I'm a nice person. A term you're NOT FAMILIAR WITH."

"I'M NICE. JUST NOT TO YOU."

"GEE, I'M SO OFFENDED!"

"SORRY MISS I'M GONNA DIE ALONE."

"I'D RATHER DIE ALONE THAN DIE OF SOME STD. WHICH IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO YOU AT THE RATE YOU'RE GOING!"

"YOU'RE SO IRRITATING!"

"I HATE YOU!"

"I HATE YOU TOO!"

The screams of Sirius Black and Y/N Y/L/N could be heard from down the corridor. Young Gryffindor's scarpered away from their common room as fast as possible, they decided it'd be safer to just go to their next lesson without their books.

Screaming matches between the two were a common occurrence and it usually ended with objects and hexes being thrown. Usually James Potter and Remus Lupin stepped before it got to violent but sometimes even they were unable to calm them down.

However, it was difficult for people to say that Sirius and Y/N hated each other because half the time they were teaming up to prank people and they always had the others back. On the other hand, they argued just as much and would take any opportunity to belittle the other.

"Onward my hideous steed." Y/N yelled jumping on Sirius' back.

"Your wish is my command, my fat princess." Sirius darted off towards the great hall.

It had been two days since their last argument and like always, they had made up. James and Remus just trailed behind shaking their heads at their friends. Sirius and Y/N were engaged in a friendly insult match when the entered the Great Hall. However, this was cut short when Y/N was suddenly dropped on her ass.

"Ow Sirius. What the heck?" Y/N groaned as James and Remus helped her up, but Sirius was too busy chatting up a 6th year Ravenclaw.

"Gross. I was actually looking forward to my breakfast this morning as well." Remus joked after seeing the forlorn look on his female friend's face.

Y/N barely cracked a smile.

"Why so glum, chum?" James joked, pretending he didn't know about the feelings everyone knew Sirius and Y/N had for each other.

"What? Oh, just worried about an Ancient Runes test." Y/N lied.

"Seriously? You? Worried about a test? When have you ever failed one?" James teased. Y/N let out a laugh at that until she saw Sirius and the Ravenclaw playing a game of tonsil tennis.

"Excuse me, I think I'm going to be sick." Y/N deadpanned before rushing out the room. Sirius noticed his friend hurrying out the hall but didn't have the chance to go after her as he was pulled back into another kiss.

Two weeks had passed since you'd last spoken to Sirius, this was mainly due to the fact that his 'girlfriend' was always around, this meant you didn't seem much of the Marauders. Remus was an exception, you met him in the library every evening and worked on your homework together, as per tradition.

Apparently James decided he'd had enough of you ignoring them, as it was the first time he'd stepped foot in the library. You decided you were just going to keep quiet and not say anything.

"Enough is enough. Stop ignoring us. We miss you. All of us. Sirius misses you as well."

"I wasn't aware he had the time to miss me with all the snogging he's been doing."

"Oh cut the crap. Just admit it already, you like him."

"I do not! For starters, he has a girlfriend. And second of all, we hate each other. In case you didn't notice, we're always arguing. Always." You defend heatedly.

"So, if I was to mention that Sirius isn't dating that Ravenclaw anymore, it wouldn't matter to you?" James said casually.

You could feel your heart beating a little faster but tried to keep a bored face.

"Not at all. I wouldn't care one little bit." You say uninterestingly.

Remus who had been quiet up till that point, let out a loud snort of laughter, which resulted in a glare from you. He shut up promptly.

"But, say, I had this friend, and she was interested, they broke up?"

"Yup. Splitsville. For a week."

"How come?"

"Well, they broke up because Sirius kept asking about you and his girlfriend wasn't too happy about that. She said some pretty mean things about you. We had to try and hold Remus back from hitting her."

You turned to look at your friend, who was never violent, and saw that he turned a very dark shade of red.

"Sirius was worse." Remus mumbled.

"I'm sure my friend will be very interested." You stutter before standing up and darting out the room.

"I'm pretty sure her only friends are us and Lily." James states letting out a chuckle at your lies.

Rushing down the corridors, you tried to calm the flaming of your cheeks. Some part of you had always liked Sirius but you'd always buried it deeply and James saying it out loud made it seem way too real. Now it may seem stupid that you like Sirius, you guys always argue, but that's why you fought with him. You knew he'd never like you back and so you decided to make it seem like you hated him.

Sirius Black had the worst timing in the world. He'd just missed you at the library, just he like he'd missed you when he tried to talk to you in the morning, before bed, after lunch, after dinner, after classes, etc. However, this time he managed to have good timing as you barrelled straight into him.

"Oh Merlin. I'm so sorry, I wasn't wa-." You ramble until you look up and lock eyes with the one guy that was occupying your thoughts. "Oh.. Hi."

"Hey. Haven't seen you in while." Sirius tries to joke.

"I've been busy."

"Cut the bullshit. You've been ignoring me. Why?"

"I haven't been ignoring you."

"Y/N, don't lie to me. You have. I have a right to know why my best friend is ignoring me."

"Best friend? That's rich. All we do is fight and argue. And maybe I have been ignoring you. Maybe I was sick and tired of always arguing or maybe I just didn't want to see you trying to suck off that girl's face!"

"That's never stopped us being friend before. Our friendship has been like that for 6 years! 6 whole years and now you've decided not to be my friend. What's the actual reason and don't say the Ravenclaw because we've been over for a week."

"Just stay away from me Sirius." You demand and try to step around him but he's too quick and grabs your arm pulling you back.

"Don't walk away from me. This conversation isn't over." He hisses.

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Our friendship is over. Just accept it!"

"No I won't! I am not willing to accept that a six year friendship is over just like that. What did I do to make you hate me?"

"You didn't do anything." You say solemnly.

"THEN WHAT IS IT?! BECAUSE I HAVE SPENT A WEEK WRACKING MY BRAIN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THE FUCK I COULD'VE DONE WRONG. EXPLAIN TO ME WHY YOU CAN'T BE FRIENDS WITH ME!" Sirius explodes.

"BECAUSE IT HURTS SIRIUS. IT HURTS."

"WHAT DOES?"

"SEEING YOU WITH HER. WITH OTHER GIRLS IN GENRAL!" You finally let it out.

"WHY SHOULD THAT BOTHER YOU?"

"YOU ARE SO STUPID!"

"CLEARLY BECAUSE I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU'RE SUDDENLY BEING A BITCH."

"BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU! AND I HAVE BEEN FOR FOUR YEARS! WHY DO YOU THINK I INSULTED YOU. IT WAS EASIER TO PRETEND I HATED YOU THENN SHOWING JUST HOW MUCH, just how much I loved you." You trailed off quietly.

"Finally." Sirius whispers before pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Five minutes later, you break away gasping for air.

"What just happened?" You asked.

"I like you too. I used to date all those girls just to get you notice to me. And it did, just in the wrong way." Sirius admits. "You hated me instead, and so I insulted you to try and push the feelings away and it seems I just pushed you away."

"I did the same thing."

"Merlin I love you." Sirius smirks.

"I love you too."

And with that the pair of you proceed to start making out against the wall.

The next day, you and Sirius walked into the Great Hall hand in hand. The pair of you were too busy with the other to notice the rest of the Gryffindor's passing money to each other due to winning a bet about the pair of you.

#marauders imagine #marauders smut #marauders era #marauders #sirius black smut #young sirius black #sirius black imagine #young sirius imagine #sirius black #5sospenguinqueen

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⟶ come together | a secret santa story | jjg

pairing: jeongguk x kinga ( @lily-blue ) genre: fluff wordcount: 5.7k a/n: inspired by this. written to the grand budapest hotel ost. can you tell that i like wes anderson?

↳ jeongguk travels home for the holidays. on the train he encounters a peculiar girl.

Why. That is the thing he asks himself. Just, why? Why did he think it would be a good idea to travel home the day before Christmas when his journey takes up the better part of a whole day, and rather than taking the night train to save himself the hassle of early mornings, he decided having pre Christmas drinks with his friends - for the third time - had priority. This, of course, meant just one drink too many, and in his gullible intoxicated state he convinced himself it was worth it, that the way home tomorrow won’t be too bad.

Even, that the journey would be peaceful, maybe relaxing as he could nap on the long rides or finally complete his fifth replay of Ocarina of Time that he has been delayed by exam stress and has been the started the second he left his last lecture of the year. The second he has to squeeze himself in the cable car of the city tram that is overflowing with bodies and luggage, and a throbbing hangover pounding away on the inside of his skull, he knows he miscalculated. But even trapped in between an old lady with grey hair that looks an awful lot like a birds nest and a striped suit so stiff he is sure it would be able to stand even without the strict looking man inside of it, he keeps clinging to the glimmer of hope that at least once he has made it onto his train he can beat Ganondorfs ugly mug.

But for now, not even moving is an option as he might accidentally knock someone over with his gigantic backpack that he has crammed all too many things in, although mostly it's his dirty laundry that he will coerce his mother into washing for him. Judging by the way the crazy grandma next to him keeps glaring, she probably has the same worry. So Jeongguk stays still, gaze cast out of the window. There’s snow falling, piling on the ground and rooftops, while on the streets it melts right away into dirt and mixes with the rocksalt on the floor. But it is enough to cast a white haze over everything, it blurs the light of the decorations hanging over shops and stretching across the streets from roof to roof. They twinkle and shimmer, and Jeongguk gets so hypnotized in their beauty as the tram rushes by, he nearly misses his stop. But when the jingle sounds throughout the cable car and the door opens, he is glad to leave the sticky, used up air behind and all the annoyed stares he gets as he exits the last second.

He sprints up the stairs and over the vast space in front of the train station, only stopping shorty to check the arrival and departure table, before it’s back to running, the bag on his back jumping up and down with each large leap he takes as he hurries to catch his train. Maybe he should have taken the earlier tram. But hey, at least it got him ten more minutes of sleep. Not that it matters, it’s not even nine am and it is roughly four hours too early for him to even be awake.

The second the doors close behind him, the platform starts rolling by, and with heaving lungs, he prides himself on his strong, fast legs and unnatural luck. The train is roughly as full as the tram he just left, but he manages to find a seat, and this time it’s without strange businessmen and mean ladies, but the baby across from him that starts crying and screaming the second he smiles at it, so it’s not much of an improvement. Ignoring the mothers dirty look, for she is now forced to care for her wailing infant, he just plugs in his earphones and opens up a music app, but it does little to dull the piercing screams that still penetrate his ears.

He’s glad that this is another short ride, already hoping off again roughly twenty minutes later, and snaking his way through the busy crowd to catch his last train. A smaller, older one, and a lot dingier than the modern highspeed one he just exited, but he doesn’t mind it. Not when he finds it to be full of separate compartments of six, and most of them fairly empty. But then again, it is the first station of the ride and he expects it to fill up along the way.

Walking along the narrow hallway, he settles on one further in the back, tugging the screen door open. It creaks horribly under the strain of being moved but he doesn’t pay it any attention. Rather, he drops his ridiculously sized rucksack on one of the benchlike seats, the camouflage pattern clashing horrible with the orangish brown color scheme of the seat covers, his body taking place between it and the large window where white light is streaming in. He stretches out his limbs, tilting his neck on each side, satisfied when a loud crack sounds out and then finally takes off his dark duffle coat. The beanie that he had stuffed haphazardly over his bed head this morning stays on. (He looks like a slob all too often but there is something about his hair looking like an absolute mess in public that he cannot stand, yet, he also can’t bring himself to sort it out.) With him and his things occupying half of the seats, he makes himself as comfortable as possible. After all he has to spend the next eight hours here.

Starting to roll, the grey cement of the train station outside starts to roll by and gets replaced by a blur of dark green and icy white as it passes through woods, rattling along the rails and throughout the country. Jeongguk just plugs in his headphones back in, having taken them out as he made his way through the tightly packed crowd to keep himself focused, presses play and silently hums along to the Tori Kelly song and later on Justin Bieber. As the train halts at more and more stations, he sees people pass by his compartment, mothers with small children, old married couples, brothers, friends, weird looking women with too thick books in their hand, men with faces that look like they haven’t smiled in years. Every kind of person he finds walking by, looking for an empty spot, but no one seems to dare sitting down next to him. Does he look that intimidating? His friends tease him over his baby face but maybe his bulging biceps does the trick; he smirks with pride.

Or maybe it is just the way he has spread himself out, his coat thrown across onto the seat opposite of him, his bag alone taking up two as well, and his pair of timberlands tumbling across the floor with laces still tied as his only sock clad feet are propped up with wiggling toes. A moody-looking barely-not-a-teenager-anymore apparently is good enough to let people shy away, and he is not complaining. The longer he is unbothered, the better.

Eventually, however, the compartment door creaks as someone slides it open, and he is met with a girl leaning in the doorway. She has a petite frame, he can tell, even if hidden under a burgundy jacket and a huge scarf, and matching facial features. Dark but warm colored hair curls around her chin and falls on her shoulders, and she hesitantly brushes it out of her face. Overall, the scene feels very Harry Potter-esque to him, sitting in this old train travelling across the country and girl barging into his compartment like the first time the guys meet Hermione. Except he is on his own and not a famous wizard, and the girl isn’t asking if anyone has seen someone's lost toad.

“Is this place free?” She points somewhere to where his feet are stretched out on with a coy smile, her voice small but friendly. She’s cute, Jeongguk thinks. He nods, smiling as well, before realizing the mess he made and quickly scrambles to collect his stuff and drop his feet to the floor. “Here you go, sorry.”

“Thank you.” He is faced with her smile once more, and he realizes, he likes it. She stows away a carry-on bag in the overhead compartment, and takes off her jacket and scarf to place it next to it. While her back is towards him, he cannot help but check her out, the way her shirt just rides the slightest bit up as she has to stand on tiptoes to reach the storage, the way her blue jeans hug her ass and thighs, down to her dirty sneakers. It’s obvious he stares and maybe that is why there is the slightest blush in her cheeks as she faces him again. She doesn’t look him in the eyes and he only coughs awkwardly; neither say a word.

He isn’t sure if he should talk to her or not, he kind of wants to, but then again, talking to strangers on public transport is always perceived as weird. But then she pulls out some headphones and turns her attention to her phone, and the decision is taken from him. He restarts his own music and leans his head against the cool window, and before he knows it, the fact that he has been awake since six something am paired together with the knowledge that he doesn’t have to leave his seat for at least another couple hours has caught up to him and he has fallen into a deep slumber.

He lunges awake, body startling upwards and head snapping to the side as a sharp noise sounds through his ears into his unconscious state, like the tip of a needle that lets the bubble that is his dream burst with a rush of adrenaline. His body tenses up, muscle memory doing its job as the last remainder of the martial arts training he once received, and all alarms are ringing in his head. His brows are furrowed as he glares to find the source of the disturbance, but the only thing his eyes land on, is the girl from earlier, standing next to the screen door she just closed, a paper cup with steam evading from it in hand. It is clear she just went to grab some hot drink - coffee by the bitter smell of it - and has startled him awake in the process.

With a contrite look on her face she murmurs a softly spoken apology, a sort of uncomfortableness in her voice that comes with awkward interactions and strangers, and in this moment he hates this old, run down train with it’s loud noises and screeching doors. He sighs, a hand coming up to soothe the ache in his neck that comes with falling asleep while straining your neck to lean against a rattling window, and he assures her it’s alright.

Fishing out his phone from where it has slipped out of his hand in between seats, he checks the time and to his dismay he barely has been asleep for half an hour. It warrants another sigh, and maybe the girl has seen his reaction or maybe even read his thoughts as he has been damning this long ass journey in his head, but she clears her throat and speaks up once more. “There was an announcement earlier that you missed. We’re gonna arrive with like an hour delay because of the weather.”

“Shit, really?” He asks with a groan, not excited at all to come home even later, not that he has another connection to catch, or that he told his family what time he is actually arriving. (Actually, his mother is already pressed enough with him never telling her anything at all, he never even guaranteed her that he is coming home for the holidays. If he is lucky, she won’t beat his ass over it and rather call his appearance a Christmas miracle.)

“Yeah, but hey, at least we’re gonna have a white Christmas, huh?” She jokes and he has to admit, he loves the light tone that is carried in her sweet voice and it draws a small laugh out of him. But it also makes him look out of the window for the first time he woke up and yeah, it’s going to be a white Christmas indeed.

Where there have been light, powdery flocks dancing throughout the air earlier on, just barely enough for it to leave a trace of white on the streets, and single flakes getting caught and glistening in peoples hair and scarves, there is now a blur of white. It seems more like rain in the way it falls all too heavy, almost nearly sludge like. Making out anything through it is impossible and the background is filled with howling noises as the wind whips over treetops outside.

“How is the train even still going in this storm?” He mumbles just a little terrified but mostly amazed. And maybe, he should not have said that, because suddenly there is a too loud creak along with some other noises he never wants to hear again while being inside a fast moving cage of metal and the train comes to a screeching halt in the middle of nowhere.

“I think, you might just have jinxed it,” the girl only has to add, and while it is a lighthearted jab, the humour is missing in her voice as she fidgets with a strand of her hair. There is a worried look on her face that is probably mirrored on his own, and as much as he wants to comfort her, he does not know how.

“Dear ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that as a result of the weather conditions the chosen route has been blocked and we are facing technical problems. As of now, our only option is to wait and see. We cannot yet say how long this stop will last, but we will update you as soon as we know. We sincerely apologize for this inconvenience.”

They only look into each others eyes as the announcements sounds out through crackling speakers, and once it ends and the realisation of the words sinks in, they stay silent for a while longer. The seconds pass by, turning into a neverending minute, until she finally breaks the silence.

“I guess we should introduce ourselves since we’ll be stuck together for what seems like quite a while,” she grins, there is a hint of mischief in her smile and Jeongguk has to admit it fits her well. “I’m Kinga.”

“Jeongguk.”

“Nice to meet you, Jeongguk.” The way his name rolls of her tongue, it sounds enticing, a sound he could get used to, and it’s incredible how fast she has wrapped him around her little finger. (And maybe, just maybe, he is imagining the breathy sound she puts in the last syllable, but it lets his thoughts take three steps at once and now he cannot help but wonder what his name would sound like moaned out of her mouth. He still is, and always will be a horny teenage boy deep down.) “So, going home for the holidays as well?”

She starts a conversation, littered with teasing jokes and at times dripping with sarcasm, and somehow she manages to break him out of his shell. The longer they keep talking the brighter she becomes as all unfamiliarity is melting away, her personality bubbly and her laugh loud. They get along perfectly, and she reminds him just a little bit of the lively energies that his best friends embody. He quickly realizes she just is one of those personalities, those that match - or rather compliment - his own, that bring out his own silliness through his introverted tendencies.

He learns a lot about her. A uni student the same age as him, a media major and aspiring screenwriter from the same town that he is, and he wonders why he has never met her before. She loves to dance, can never sit still and maybe that’s because of the constant sugar high she is on, her sweet tooth even making an appearance in her daily caffeine intake as she sweetens her coffee to a degree no one else could possibly swallow it. She is loud and unapologetic about it, not afraid to be silly and embarrass herself or those around her, and while looking dainty with her tiny frame, she is anything but fragile. She simply is a delight to be around.

He tells her about him too, about his interest in photography and cinematography, joking how they would work well together in the future, about how he loves to work out and hates to lose, his obsession with Overwatch and video games in general, his dumb friends and how his family is probably going to either kill or disown him for being late. Overall, they get along all to easily, it’s nearly scary just how nice it is to talk to her.

They don’t realize how fast time is passing, it is only when Jeongguk’s phone is starting to ring that they are torn out of the bubble they have created. A spell is broken with the annoying interruption, and he completely forgot how embarrassing his ringtone is until she has to stifle her giggles. (To his defense, it is not his own choice of ringtone. Taehyung, the pesky brat of his best friend, set the song to Caramelldansen a long time ago, and Jeongguk was just simply too lazy to change it back. He usually has his phone on silent, anyway.) But now here he is, scrambling to pick up just to let the embarrassment end, although when he sees that it’s his mother calling, he has to weigh his options. In the end, he decides to be the loyal, good son he is and pick up.

She does not sound very happy with him, but her annoyance quickly turns to worry as he explains his current situation. He soothes her concerns and promises to keep her updated as well as to call her once he finally reaches the station. Once he hangs up, Kinga just raises her eyebrow at him.

“Apparently, I will live another day. Being stuck in a train activates motherly instincts. I am getting picked up now, no matter what time we arrive,” His words cause him to look outside, realizing the sun has already gone down, and he is only staring into the pitch black. “Which seems like it’s going to be hella late. But then again, I literally have no idea how late it is, the winter sun is too confusing.”

This makes her laugh, and he finds himself chuckling along. “It’s 7 pm, by the way,”

“Already?”

She nods with a grin, but it doesn’t quite seem to reach her eyes. Gazing out of the window she seems mull over some thought, and he wonders what is on her mind. Mostly, however, he curses the season for letting the sun disappear so early, and letting everything seem a lot more gloomy. Especially as with the darkness settling over the world, the temperature drops along with it. It shouldn’t be that noticeable inside, but there is something about the missing light that immediately makes it feel like the degrees have dropped down. And just sitting without any other movement does not help at all. So, it does not come as a surprise that Jeongguk finds himself glad that he is something like a human furnace, always burning up and finding himself sweating even in the midst of winter. But Kinga on the other hand has wrapped her arms around herself, tightening her thin sweatshirt around her. Of course Jeongguk notices, but there is a debate in his head. Would it be too much to offer her his own jacket? They just met after all, but then again, he is a gentleman at heart, and when he finds her shuddering just the slightest bit, he shrugs off his comfy, cotton jacket and throws it at her.

She tries to protest but he insists, explaining how his blood is probably molten lava that keeps him warm and toasty all year round, and hey, he is still wearing long sleeves so it’s fine, and the second she puts on his jacket, cozy and still carrying his body heat that seeped inside the woven strings, she drops all protests and wraps the fabric around her tightly. It dwarfs her, the shoulders way off and the sleeves going past her fingertips, the overall thing bulky on her small frame, but god, it would be a lie to say that she didn’t look absolutely adorable. But there is a slight shift in her expression, a dimming light in her eyes and her smile having a melancholic twist to it. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Hm? Oh, sure,” It still feels off, even if her smile is back to normal now. She does not look in his eyes, and it seems like she has retracted deep into her thoughts.

“No, tell me what’s up. I promise I am a good listener.” His position shift into a more attentive one. From where he was lounging in his seat, he sits up, feet firmly placed on the ground, elbows on his knees and fingers interlaced, he leans forward towards her. “Please?”

“It’s nothing serious, don’t worry. It’s just that… I don’t know, it’s been a while?” She trails off, looking at her hands that are covered by the way too long sleeves. There is a moment of silence where her teeth find purchase in her bottom lip before she looks up to him again. “I’ve just been single for way too long, I don’t know how to handle cute gestures like this.”

She flaps her hands around, over gesticulating, and he can tell she is trying to play it off, that there is something else she won’t tell. But then again, her words make his ears tints a deep red as he gets flustered. “Yeah, I know what you mean with the whole being single for too long thing.”

There is a short silence before he speaks again, he just has to know. “What else is wrong, though? And don’t lie. I do, however, understand if you don’t wanna tell me aka the guy you literally just met.”

It draws another smile out of her and he is glad that at least he managed to do that.

“Actually, it’s just… I am worried that we will be stuck here a lot longer and that I won’t get home on time. You see, we celebrate today and I’d rather spend Christmas eve with my family than some random guy - no offence though, you are lovely.”

“No offence taken. And hey, I am sure we will make it back home in time, okay? Getting people home in time for Christmas has got to be their priority!” He wants to comfort her, guarantee her she will be with her family in time, that everything is going to work out, but really he can’t. There is no guarantee, and she is aware of it. So all he can really do it play the optimistic fool and keep her from overthinking it. “Don’t sweat it.”

“Yeah, I know. And I mean, there really isn’t anything I can do about it, anyway. It’s just… a weird thought. Missing Christmas.” There it is again, that smile he has started to resent. “It would be the first time that I am not celebrating with them.”

“I get that. I really do.” He wants to say more, but the words get stuck in his throat as the train comes to life, the slight vibration indication that the engine has started back up and soon enough, they are starting to move, picking up speed along the way.

“Dear ladies and gentlemen, we are happy to announce you that we can continue on our journey. However, we have to inform you that we have been redirected to a different route and will be late an additional five hours. Our new arrival times is estimated at ten thirty pm. We are aware this might interfere with your holiday plans and we sincerely apologize for this.”

“Hey, hear that? Good news!” Jeongguk breaks into a grin at the announcement, because not only does it mean that Kinga will make it home, although yes, admittedly very late, it also means his own worries have been mostly dispersed. Because, while honestly, being stuck with someone like her is anything but a tragedy, there still was a certain sense of dread and anxiety bubbling deep in his stomach that has been certainly eased now. Although it will only fully disappear once they roll into his towns trainstation and he can be 100% certain that he does not have to be evacuated in some strange wood in the middle of a blizzard and possibly freeze to death. Kinga, however, does not look quite as reassured as himself. “Okay, you do not look happy. What’s wrong?”

“Ah, no, it’s fine,” she sighs, her eyebrows furrowing and her fingers tug at the hem of her sleeves. A nervous habit, he notices, always having to fiddle with something to keep her fingers occupied. “It’s just that the last bus leaves around ten, and I don’t think anyone in my family would be able to pick me up. Which means I’ll kinda be stranded at the station for the night.”

“Well, I am getting picked up, I am sure we can give you a ride!”

She only shakes his head at him in dismay, the coy smile that she wore when he first laid eyes on her back on her face. “No, it’s fine. I live pretty far out, it would be too much of a bother. I’ll just try to haul a taxi and hope it won’t be too expensive.”

He tries to reassure her, tell her that it’s fine, neither him nor his mother would mind but she does not let him talk. She simply shushes him and gets up on her feet, declaring she needs another coffee and asking if he wants anything as well. Denying the offer, she shrugs and leaves without another word. Once she comes back, she starts chattering away again, about this and that, shows him silly photographs of her and asks him to tell her some story. They talk about everything except how she will get home. And she is good enough at hiding behind her words, that he forgets about it as well. He is fully immersed in their current conversation.

It is not until the stations the train stops at become more and more familiar, and he texts his mom about arriving soon, that he realizes how fast time has gone by. The couple of hours he has spend in this train have felt like nothing at all, and he cannot believe he is nearly home already. Being this close, he can feel the tug at his heart that misses his town, his house, his room and mostly his family. It’s been a while, and just the prospect of it all let’s his face split into a grin.

“Excited?” Kinga teases, a small smile playing on her lips as well as she watches his gleeful expression. “You are grinning like that one fat kid as it stepped into Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory.”

“‘s good to be home, is all,” he retorts, the smile never shrinking as he starts to make out the faint silhouette of his hometown and soon enough, they are pulling into the station. Both scramble up to wrap themselves into coats and scarves and gather all their baggage.

Stepping outside is like stepping into another world. A blanket of snow has laid itself over every surface, undisturbed and untouched, like a spell of silence. There is a sharp sting in the air, the one that comes with the freezing cold of the winter but feels so clean and exciting, the late hour just seems to double the effect. Leaving crunching footprints behind, the two of them make their way from the platform to the main entrance, sheltering themselves close towards the walls as to escape the icy breeze that is still blowing through the streets, but at least the snowfall has gone back to just the occasional sprinkle floating in the air. And so they stand there waiting, for something, anything at all. Maybe for his mother to arrive, maybe for her to bid him goodbye, maybe for a confession that neither wants to leave.

“Can I get- I mean, should we swap numbers, maybe? Stay in touch?” He brings himself to ask and by the way her face lights up, it seems like just the question she has hoped to hear, eagerly nodding and phone already out to hand it over to him so he can add his details. Their hands brush as he takes it, and he convinces himself the red in her cheeks is only caused by the cold, nothing else.

“So, erm, it was really nice meeting you. I had fun.” He mumbles, face scrunching up and his hand flying up to play with the baby hairs on his nape, his own personal nervous habit. The street lights and fairy lights decorating the small plaza shine their dim light, making her face glow and the individual lights reflect in her eyes like a miniature version of the night sky above them, and it is oh so incredibly hard to look away when she looks this lovely. But he is aware that he has been holding her gaze for way too long now, and he is sure it is starting to get creepy, yet she doesn’t look away either.

“I had a lot of fun, too!” She looks up at him, biting her lip and really, he cannot help himself but lean in. She simply is too enticing. Closing her eyes, she waits for their lips to meet, only to be interrupted by the harsh sound of a car honking and headlights turning up and blinding the two of them so they have to shield their eyes. The car honks again, and Jeongguk knows it’s his mother.

He turns around without saying a word, pulling open the passenger's seat door. “Hi mom, nice to see you. Can I ask you a huge favor? You see, this girl over here is stranded and I thought we could maybe bring her home so she doesn’t miss Christmas because that would totally suck. I promise she is nice and not a delinquent that sells drugs or something.”

His mother is taken aback, that much is clear, but then she is stifling her laughter and agrees all too easily. “Sure, darling.”

Grinning he runs back over to Kinga, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along as she resists, assuring him again and again that she will make it home on her own. But this time he doesn’t have to interfere, because his mother does the job for him. With a stern voice and an iron gaze she insists to bring her home, and it’s scary enough that Kinga complies and thanks her with a small voice.

The car ride is silent other than Kinga giving directions, but it isn’t uncomfortable in the slightest. It doesn’t take too long to get to her neighbourhood, she definitely lied about how far it was out, and pulling up in her driveway she profusely thanks his mother who just waves her hand at her, letting it slide. Turning to Jeongguk, she smiles at him once again and stretches out her hand to shake his. “Thank you for today.”

And with those words she is gone, stepping outside the window and running up to her porch, only turning around quickly to wave him goodbye before stepping inside. He is still looking in the direction she disappeared to as they turn around the corner to drive home themselves. “Who was she?”

“Just someone I met on the train today.”

“She seems lovely. And she’s pretty. Will we meet her again? You should invite her over for dinner! Don’t you think that would be nice? You should have introduced us properly.” His mother immediately starts to fuss, and he knows in her head she is already picturing him and Kinga on their wedding day. He can only groan and hide the red tint of his ears.

“Mom! We just met today, can you slow it down?”

She only looks at him with a knowing smile. “I’m just saying, you should keep her around.”

The smell of food is lingering heavy in the air, huge amounts on even bigger plates in the middle of the table as everyone helps themselves in copious amounts with cheerful chatter sounding over the christmas carols silently playing in the background. The lights on the tree in the corner are shining brightly, sparkling and charming as they reflect in the red and gold baubles hanging next to them. A fireplace is creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere.

“Anyone want some more mashed potatoes? Kinga, you?” The deep voice of Jeongguks father asks as he holds up the plate, ready to pass it along. She shakes her head but Jeongguk’s brother pipes up and asks for it instead.

“No, thank you. I don’t even think I can finish what's on my plate right now,” she huffs, loading up another fork in an attempt to empty her plate. Jeongguk next to her only teases about how weak that is, it’s only her third plate after all. She retorts by poking her tongue out at him, to which he lightly flicks her forehead.

“Manners, please.” Jeongguk’s mother sounds out, but it is not a real scolding as she lovingly smiles at the pair. After all she adores the two of them, the way they interact, ever since she first saw them together. “Ah, I can’t believe it’s already been a year since I first met you, Kinga.”

“Mom, we are eating, please get sentimental later,” Jeongguk taunts her with a huge smile but soon enough is smiling at his girlfriend, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. “It’s been a great year, though.”

Kinga only smiles. “I agree.”

#bts writing squad #bangtan bookclub #bts #jungkook #bts x oc #bangtan x oc #jungkook x oc #bts fluff #bangtan fluff #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #this is probably the only oc fic i will ever write #i do not like writing ocs oh my god #even if the oc in this case is my friend hfklsdhfksdlf #also shoutout to my beta #bc i know she is stalking

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THE SOCIETY

based on @kittykitpanda headcanon My friends @elanev91 @beks21 and @levins18 and @petalstofish are BULLIES. THEY BULLY ME

I was gonna post as a “HAPPY 45 DAYS UNTIL CHRIMA” tomorrow but know you nerds love Taylor more than me

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Living life without regrets was generally easy for James Potter. Mistakes, he would make and try to fix- but regrets were generally avoided and not something he would allow himself to have.

That was until Sixth Year Potions. James Potter believed he would regret being late to the first day of Advanced Potions for the rest of his life.

When he arrived only two minutes before class started, he was surprised to see Sirius Black sitting with Lily Evans. When he took the seat next to Remus he didn’t even have to ask for an explanation, “Sirius has decided that NEW MATE LILY EVANS should not be subjected to partner with ‘that foul racist greasy headed git’ so he has taken it upon himself to be Lily’s potions partner, and don’t even ask- I lost rock paper scissors for it as me. And then since you weren’t here and he knew you’d be pissed I had to do another round,” here Remus did his Sirius impression- which was basically just him yelling, “as James- he always does rock first Remus so I’m Evans’ partner”

Before James could protest or approach Sirius and demand a rock paper scissors redo, Professor Slughorn entered the room and started class.

Sixth Year was apparently going to be the worst, they were brewing some complicated ass potion that even Remus didn’t understand. They spent the entire class muttering “what the fuck is a dingle berry?” or “wait- we were supposed to stir it how many times?” and “shit- I didn’t even see that ingredient back there.”

While James and Remus were dying a slow and painful death, Lily and Sirius seemed to be having the time of their lives. They were fucking laughing and leisurely working on the potion as if it were the easiest thing in the world and that brewing this fucking potion was actually enjoyable.

At the end of class when Slughorn was gathering their vials, he remarked “Ahh...Ms. Evans, Mr. Black- you’ve brewed a perfect potion and earned yourself a break from homework.”

When he and Remus were assigned an extra foot of parchment, James found himself cursing the extra piece of bacon he ate at breakfast that made him late.

As they headed back to their common room for a free period, Lily caught up with him.

“Tough luck, Potter,” Lily sympathized as she linked arms with him. Despite his scowl, his heart sped up a little bit.

“That's alright Evans, I’ll be sure to be on time and then we can be partners,” he smiled back to her.

“NOPE,” Sirius exclaimed, as he came between them and dropped his arms over their shoulders, “The early Marauder gets the worm and in the case of potions Evans is the best worm there is and I intend to keep her.”

“First of all,” Lily started, “I am not a worm- but I am stuck with Sirius because Slughorn said we’d be partners with whoever we matched with today for the rest of this term. Secondly, I’ve told you calling yourself The Marauders is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. It won’t ever catch on and you just seem like a bunch of weirdos who named your friend group for no discernible reason.”

“IT IS NOT STUPID!!!” all of the boys responded loudly and angrily.

“Well, it’s bloody confusing. My mother thought I was involved in gang activity or something when you lot came round to apologize about the O.W.L. incident and told her ‘We are the Marauders and we have important business with your daughter.’”

Lily relented, “I had to explain to her that you were basically 8 year old boys who somehow found your way home from Neverland. But then you all charmed your way into my house and now my mother is planning your Christmas jumpers. ”

“Well, we Marauders are incredibly charming and fit, don’t you know,” Sirius explained.

“Idiots, the lot of you, I don’t know why I waste my time,” Lily exhaled, but her smile was very telling.

Lily and Sirius becoming potions partners began to cause a multitude of problems for James Potter. He had to watch as his best mate became better mates with the girl of his dreams. He had to watch as Sirius kept that ‘that foul racist greasy headed git’ from speaking to Lily. And worst of all he had to watch as Lily and Sirius began to have inside jokes- most of which were at his expense.

One night in mid-October, James returned from quidditch practice to find Lily and Sirius inexplicably sitting in the common room wearing matching Christmas pajamas. If this wasn’t bizarre enough, Sirius had his head in Lily’s lap and he was instructing her on how to “do a proper French braid.”

James sat down across from them and was completely ignored until Lily said “ok- now switch.”

As they switched places and Sirius began to braid Lily’s hair, James was greeted with Lily’s smile and a “How was Quidditch, Potter?”

James ranted about his team and Lily gave some advice on “people management” and “leadership.” They chatted happily for the better part of an hour. Sirius was focused on braiding Lily’s hair into a series of complicated overlapping and intertwined knots.

As Sirius finished his masterpiece he cleared his throat and declared “You know Evans, I believe that your hair is as Beautiful as Life Itself, and as a man who also has hair that is as Beautiful as Life Itself- we should start a society.”

James knew that this wasn’t going to end well when Lily turned around to Sirius, grinning, and responded, “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Naturally we need to create requirements. Like length, quality of shine and of course-” she turned to James and grinned, “-neatness. Can’t have messy hair in our society.”

James started, “Oh for fucks sake-”

But Sirius stopped him “She’s right, James. I’m calling our first meeting to order and since you do not meet the requirements for membership, you have to leave”

“Right, right. Anyway Lily, back to what I was-” James started again but was once again interrupted, this time by Lily, “Sorry Potter, Sirius is right. We have to work out these details. I’m sure you’re tired from Quidditch and you still stink. I’ll talk to you at breakfast- yeah?”

Grumbling to himself, James retreated to his dorm.

Lily Evans did not speak to James Potter at breakfast. In fact she and Sirius were missing all morning.

When James arrived at the potions classroom (10 minutes early thankyouverymuch) he discovered where his alleged mates Sirius and Lily had gotten to. He stood out of sight and eavesdropped.

“Thank you so much for sponsoring this society professor,” Lily cooed in a disgustingly sweet voice, “we think it will really help boost student confidence and inter-House unity”

“Yes,” Sirius added in his lawyer voice, “and shouldn’t the beautiful people of this school get the recognition they deserve?”

“Yes, yes of course,” Slughorn pontificated loudly, “I am very honored that you invited me to sponsor it. It is a shame you never got to see my hair that was so beautiful when I was younger but I am honored with the honorary membership. Your bylaws and membership all seem to be in order so I am happy to sign and forward to the headmaster. Now I’ll just take this paperwork and this pineapple and will be right back to start class.”

As soon as Slughorn’s retreated into his office, James witnessed Lily and Sirius do the most ridiculous victory dance.

Entering the room James stated, “I can’t believe you’ve made an official club.”

“SOCIETY!” was yelled back at him

“Alright alright society,” James acknowledged, “and because I know you need five members to make if official- I’ll join”

He was met with laughter.

“Sorry to break your heart James, but Lily here already found three other members,” Sirius announced proudly, “and mate, we told you last night you don’t meet the qualifications.”

Scoffing, James asked, “Who?”

“Membership is confidential,” Lily explained and patted James sympathetically on the shoulder.

Potions that day was the absofuckinglutelyworst shit James had ever endured.

Again, they had to use dingle berries and he swore the instructions kept changing.

“Seriously Remus, what the fuck are those?” James wailed as their potion turned blue and not ‘a pleasing shade of yellow’ that they were going for.

But Professor Slughorn was besotted with Lily and Sirius the entire class. Lily and Sirius’ potion was one shade of yellow lighter than James and was pronounced “More Beautiful Than Life Itself”

James was seriously considering just how terrible Azkaban might be for a double murder by lunch.

Her wrote to his mum for advice a week later when he discovered that REMUS FUCKING LUPIN was one of the Fabulous Original Five. James had only discovered this piece of information while looking for the fucking map in Sirius’ damn nest of a bed that was covered in parchment, scraps of bacon, dirty socks and jumpers James had never seen.

While James was sifting through the garbage to find the map he stumbled upon an folder written in Lily’s hand labeled:

Official Hogwarts Society for Witches and Wizards with Hair as Beautiful as Life Itself Official TOP SECRET Business

Naturally, he opened the folder and began to peruse the documents.

He passed by the 23 page long bylaws and found the membership page.

On it was written

We the members of the Hogwarts Society for Witches and Wizards with Hair as Beautiful as Life Itself Hereby Solemnly Swear to never reveal our membership to anyone (especially James Fleamont Potter) 1.Sirius Black 2.Lily Evans 3. Thomas Gunn 4.Katie George 5. Remus Lupin

REMUS LUPIN.

His mate. His best mate who had laughed about the stupid hair society was a member and a dirty dity liar. James hated all of his friends. So he did what any only child would do. He wrote to his mother to complain about his fucking traitor mates.

His mum, however was no help.

James,

It sounds like Sirius and Lily are just trying to irritate you. Just ignore them.

You do have fabulous hair, dear. It's just not as fabulous as Sirius’. I’ve never seen Lily’s but if it is half as fabulous as you’ve made it sound- I don’t blame them for excluding you.

Focus on something else.

Love,

Mum

Ignoring THE SOCIETY was easier said than done. The five members had grown to 25 by January and the anonymity thing apparently had gone out the window. James had bit his tongue about every single member, but when he overheard Nigel Fucking Babbington asking Thomas Gunn about the next SOCIETY MEETING, he lost it.

He ran into the boys dormitory and raged, “NIGEL CLIVE BABBINGTON, SIRIUS?!?! His hair is decent at best”

“It's the beard, mate,” Sirius lazily responded.

Somehow, James made it to April without killing Lily or Sirius or any other members of THE SOCIETY.

The only upside to Lily and Sirius starting THE SOCIETY was that it meant Lily was around a lot more. Whenever she and Sirius weren’t whispering on corners and giggling- she was having actual meaningful conversations with James.

Lily had even started accompanying James to quidditch practice and keeping stats for him. James learned she was absolutely mad about sports and he was intrigued by football, which Lily described in great detail and told him “I’ll take you to a match over the summer”.

The prospect of spending time alone with Lily over the summer kept him in a good mood for a week.

That was until on April 15th, he was awoken by Lily Evans bursting into their dorm and announcing, “SIRIUS GET UP YOU’RE LATE!”

There was much commotion and grumbling as Sirius quickly jumped out of bed and pulled on his shoes “Sorry Lily! I forgot to set my alarm”

“Forgot? This is official and important society business!” Lily was saying and holding up a massive wig

“Fuck Evans, The Sun Isn’t Even Up!” James complained

“I KNOW JAMES. That is the point. Sirius. If I get pulled into the fucking Great Lake again trying to induct Goofy-” Lily was raging

“Goofy?” James asked

“THE SQUID,” was the chorus reply

“You’re inducting the squid?” James asked and sat up

“YES- PAY ATTENTION. We had to name him so we could write his name on the roster. Sirius thought SUNSET was the most docile time for squids but it is SUNRISE and he needs to get his ass out of the door so we can get this done.

“WHAT A FUCKINMINUTE” James yelled, “I have been trying to ignore this fuckery and these shenanigans attached to THE SOCIETY since it began but this is the final straw. THE SQUID?!? FIRST OF ALL- IT IS BALD! IT IS NOT A MAMMAL! IT DOESN’T HAVE A BELLYBUTTON OR HAIR?!? HOW CAN YOU PUT THE FUCKIN SQUID IN THE CLUB-”

“SOCIETY” Lily and Sirius roared

“FUCK! I don't understand how you can induct a squid but not your best mate?” Jame finished totally exasperated

Offended, Lily explained, “We are giving Goofy a wig. And honestly, he’s been looking a little down in the dumps lately so we thought giving him hair and including him would boost his spirits. Now come on Sirius we are late!”

James watched, horrified and totally depressed as Lily and Sirius excited the dorm and Sirius said simply “Later mate.”

As James tried to go back to sleep he heard Remus say quietly “I fucking hate you all” and Peter’s response “I’m moving out tomorrow.”

As was his custom when he was upset, James ignored Sirius and Lily for two weeks. They didn’t seem to fucking notice though because they were too busy plotting something else that had to do with THE SOCIETY. He was sure he had seen them hiding invitations from him and all manner of decorations and trinkets.

When their probation period was over, James sat next to Lily at breakfast. “Ah, speaking to me again are we?” she implored as she handed him the bacon.

“Yes,” James responded, “your two weeks is up.”

“You are the most dramatic person in my life James Potter. And I say this as someone who is currently co president of a society with Sirius Black,” Lily started

“Please don’t bring up your rubbish cl-society with me, alright?” James pleaded

Rolling her eyes Lily changed subjects “Fine. I really want to yell at you about how Palmer needs to get his act together on the Quidditch Pitch anyway”

For the rest of the term, Lily and Sirius carefully avoided bringing up THE SOCIETY around James.

That was until after the final presummer postseason quidditch practice. As Lily was helping James put away the equipment she casually asked him, “So I know I’m not supposed to bring up THE SOCIETY around you but, well Sirius has planned this mad end of year gala with Slughorn’s help and it’s invitation only. I was wondering if you’d maybe like to go? With me? If not I mean I know you think its stupid but I thought-” she trailed off.

James’ mind was reeling. Holy fucking shit this was it. This was finally it. Lily Evans was finally fucking asking him. He’d been waiting so long and had been so patient.

He was finally getting invited into THE SOCIETY and he was going to be inducted at the end of the year gala!

“YES!” James said, a little too excitedly and then amended, “I mean sounds fun, what should I wear?”

Grinning, Lily started to explain the finer points of the semi formal gala and how she was excited because Slughorn had even managed to get permission to serve wine at the event.

They chatted happily on the walk back to the tower and James made a mental note to write to his dad to ask for some of that new potion so he’d look nice for his induction.

The night of THE GALA, James carefully styled his hair into a pompadour and finished I️t off with 4 sprays of THE NEW SLEEKEAZY’S LUCIOUS LOCKS SPRAY. He felt that his hair, did in fact look more fabulous than life itself. Until he entered the dorm room and was accosted by Sirius demanding, “What the fuck have you done to your hair?”

“I wanted to look nice for my induction tonight Sirius fuck off,” James explained

“Excuse me your WHAT?” Sirius asked as he narrowed his eyes

“Lily invited me to the gala tonight to join THE SOCIETY” James said, barely containing his excitement

“THE FUCK SHE DID. EXCUSE ME I HAVE TO YELL AT MY CO-PRESIDENT!” Sirius exclaimed as he walked out of the door

20 minutes later, James was finishing getting ready and making sure his robes looked neat and pressed when Sirius entered again looking a little stunned.

“Mate, you need to sit down for this” Sirius said grimly

“Oh shuttup Sirius you can’t veto it or some shit like that Evans asked me,” James responded irritably.

“Yes,” Sirius pronounced, “Lily Evans did ask you to go to the gala tonight. But not to be inducted. NAY-” and this he emphasized by putting his hand on his heart, “LILY EVANS ASKED YOU TO THE GALA AS HER DATE BECAUSE SHE FANCIES YOU.”

James sat down.

His heart was racing.

He couldn’t breathe

Trying to process James stated, “She….Lily….Lily Evans asked me on a date? And I said yes? And I didn’t even know it was a date...I….I…..”

“You’re really fucking thick sometimes James. I mean she’s been after you all spring. Following you around, going to quidditch. She told me she figured you were scared or something so she asked you.” Sirius explained to him slowly like a child

James was still panicking “She…..she…...she….I…..a date? But…..and the hair…..and”

“Oh for fucks sake,” Sirius said and vanished

Two minutes later James was still trying to process this when Lily Evans herself entered the dorm she stopped short and exclaimed, “What the fuck did you do to your hair James?”

“I ….thought….induction...loook…..nice….not….date” James tried to explain and failed

Pinching the bridge of her nose Lily exhaled “God Bless……”

She suddenly stood up straight,, crossed over to him and kissed him.

Stunend, James didn't react but simply stared at her when she pulled away.

“Look James Potter. I fancy you. You’re going to get your hair out of that ridiculous pompadour. Get your shit together and then come down stairs and charm the shit out of me with some idiotic compliment. Then, we will go to the party. If you’re lucky, we’ll sneak a bottle of wine out and go snog behind some tapestry. You’ve got 15 minutes so please try to be on time,” her final orders given Lily swept from the room.

James had never been as prompt as he was that evening. 14 minutes later, he met Lily in the common and did in fact “charm the shit out of her”. They went to THE GALA and Lily acted as if the pep talk in the dormitory hadn’t ever happened.

Later, behind the tapestry while she was running a hand through his hair Lily told him “You know, your hair is as beautiful as life itself. We were wrong”

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