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Evak Fics - Dom/Sub

This list is for subby Isak. You may want to skip this if you don't like that characterization. I have included non smut and smut fics and I tried to put them into categories:

NO SMUT - Needy/Clingy, Soft/Shy, Stressed/Comfort, Protective/Possessive, Daddy Kink

SMUT - Stressed, Possessive/Protective, Daddy Kink, Gentle Dom, Dom/Sub, Bottom Isak, Others, Sugar Daddy, Long Fics

Here's a gifset of season 1 & 2 Isak by @jesyblack just for the heck of it.

Fics are under a read more:

********* NO SMUT **********

NEEDY/CLINGY

The Traffic Jam Conversation by dear_ida (1k words) - Isak and Even are stuck in traffic. Isak is a tad dramatic. Even is in love.

(Drunk) In Love by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) (1.5k words) - Isak falls in love at first sight. Too bad he's drunk off his ass when it happens.

take my hand (take my whole life too) by Anonymous (1.7k words) - Isak loves holding Even's hand. Light smut

I'll take care of you even if you're a brat by syubsyubsuga (1.8k words) - Isak is sick,Even takes care of him. He didn't know Isak could be a brat

Sweet by Lisforlove (1.9k words) - Isak is drunk and needy. Jonas pov

smoke in the air, binge drinking by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (2.3k words) - Isak accidentally gets wasted at a house party and Even is there for his boyfriend.

Sunshine in the Shade by MrsFredWeasley1996 (2.6k words) - sleepy Isak being all in love with Even

the kids are alright by Skamtrash (2.7k words) - Anxious Isak loses his friends at a music festival and starts panicking and crying. It's then that he meets Even.

too busy being yours to fall for somebody new by aestheticzjm (4.3k words) - light smut. the one in which 3rd year even sees 1st year isak at a party and is immediately transfixed.

Build Me Up Buttercup by sundaymournin (6.7k words) - isak turns nineteen and some stuff goes down with a familiar, blue eyed blonde

i have everything i need. here. with you by Skamtrash (6.9k words) - Isak and Even rely on each other for everything, they're dependent and clingy and very much meant to be. Everyone realizes it but them.

SOFT/SHY

The Bartender Series by evak1isak (SERIES, 2 fics) - Isak is a bartender who wears crop tops

secrets i have held in my heart by aestheticzjm (SERIES, 3 fics) - Penetrator Even, cocky Even, soft boys

Hoodies Laced With Love by givemepizza (378 words) - Even's hoodies

My Ideal by givemepizza (1.4k words) - Isak considers his boyfriend Even to be the epitome of perfection, and He feels quite insecure and lacking because of that.

Waking Up with Your Enemy by evak1isak (1.6k words) - Isak can't remember what he did last night, but he's woken up with a hangover, in his underwear and in the bed of the boy he loathes the most

Neon Party: Redux by givemesumaurgravy (1.7k words) - Noora didn’t come home and interrupt Isak and Even

Covered In Gold by wyoheartsmusic (1.7k words) - In this universe, Isak is a little younger and a little less jaded when he meets Even.

Love in a Color by alijan (2k words) - One of Even's favorite activities is making Isak blush.

After Midnight by dear_ida (2.1k words) - Even's bitter about having to work New Year's Eve. Seeing his boy makes it better.

the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you by aestheticzjm (2.8k words) - isak and even ride the same bus home and isak develops a crush.

chanel by ohsusie (3k words) - isak likes skirts and pretty underwear. he's not sure even would be so happy about it.

Sharing beds by evak1isak (4.6k words) - Isak shares a bed with Jonas' flat mate, Even. And from that moment on he develops a crush

Safest With You (Green Curtains) by eavk (5.3k words) - Isak keeps staying up too late studying at the library, but luckily there's an escort service that gives students a buddy to walk with to keep safe at night.

closer to free by Skamtrash (7.7k words) - Even works at a coffee shop that Isak always studies in and Even has been crushing on him from afar for way too long so Elias makes them happen. Isak has a past. Light smut

STRESSED/COMFORT

I'll be there by Wolle19 (SERIES, 2 fics) - Mpreg. In the first fic, Even had to be away from Isak and their baby for a while

holding onto you for dear life by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (527 words) - Isak has a nightmare. Even cuddles him.

the sweetest thing by BeingAPartOfSomethingSpecial (555 words) - Isak hasn't been sleeping again. Even is in full soft-boyfriend mode.

bloom later by neptunebaby (1.2k words) - After a stressful day of work at the hospital, Isak comes home to unravel with Even

Now let me take care of you by Treehouse (1.4k words) - Isak is exhausted. Even gets to take care of him.

until we fall asleep by strangetowns (2.2k words) - Even and Isak stay up past midnight.

Well, What Did You Expect When You Told Me To Get My Shit? by LavenderWater (3.5k words) - Isak is stressed and exhausted from all of his school work and during a fight tells Even to get his shit and leave.

PROTECTIVE/POSSESSIVE

i'll defend your every breath by wolfsbanex (806 words) - a game of truth and dare escalates and Even defends his boyfriend.

citizen erased by theyellowcurtains (865 words) - What happened after Isak got punched

that boy is mine by orphan_account (1k words) - someone tries to touch Isak while he's drunk at a party. Angry, dangerous Even

spill yourself in fearing to be spilt by withoutwords (1k words) - someone flirts with Isak and Even gets jealous/possessive

Don't You Let Me Go Tonight by isakbeanie (1.1k words) - Isak gets tipsy at a party and Even gets jealous about some things that go down.

We are by ReadingDreams07 (1.4k words) - Isak starts to do more PDA because the first years wouldn’t stop looking at this boyfriend.

Don't touch Isak by radiantsilver (1.8k words) - Ex stripper Isak. Dangerous Even. Even is soft for Isak but he's not so soft when someone messes with Isak

The one with the narcos by radiantsilver (2.7k words) - Even is a narco lord. He's making a deal with a not so convincing man who's trying to bribe him with hookers, but he doesn't know about his husband Isak.

i can’t handle no liquor by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (3.1k words) - Isak trying to stay sober with Even goes wrong.

sixteen going on seventeen by sundaymournin (5.5k words) - “I don’t know why you always go after weird, older guys. You’re a baby.” “I’m sixteen. I’m not a baby.”

I'll Wait For You by photographer_of_thoughts (8.2k words) - The AU in which Isak and Even didn't get a chance to save each other at Nissen. But time is a funny thing.

DADDY KINK

Spank Me Patriarchy by nyicris (773 words) - What happens when the Feminist and Woke™ Noora finds –a blindfolded and tied up – Isak calling Even ‘daddy’?

Daddy's Tattoo by evak1isak (959 words) - Isak wants to get two tattoos, one of them designed by Even to mark him.

yayo by neptunebaby (1k words) - Isak wears panties and puts on a little show for Even. Lapdance

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********** SMUT **********

Stressed

soft by isaksforelsket (1.4k words) - Isak just wants Even to help him relax

Watching Over You by lavishsqualor (2k words) - In which Even knows exactly how to loosen his boy up. Daddy kink

i fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard by orphan_account (3.4k words) - “Take care of me,” Isak whispers

ivory by ohsusie (6k words) - Gentle Daddy, Isak has an oral fixation

POSSESSIVE/PROTECTIVE

ride it, my pony by LouisCutie (1.8k words) - Isak gets turned on by Even's protectiveness and gives him a strip tease

come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwined (1.8k words) - Isak flirts with another guy and Even punishes him

i may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it by orphan_account (2.2k words) - Isak knows Even is mad. And he has the right to, Isak can’t deny that he would be mad too, if the roles were reversed. Isak dances with some other guy. Daddy kink, spanking

ride on you baby by LouisCutie (2.7k words) - Isak gets jealous and rides Even for the first time

taking care by orphan_account (4.9k words) - There's a new man in Isak's life. Even doesn't notice the signs until it's too late

give me gold by orphan_account (5k words) - Isak doesn’t realize how much Even actually does for him until he meets his friends from Bakka. It doesn't go as well as he'd hoped. Sugar Daddy. Even comforts Isak. Coming untouched

DADDY KINK

Baby boy by Violetsroses (1k words) - Isak is a lazy whore that needs to be fucked a lot (gotta love that summary). Subspace

Teddy Bear by evak1isak (1.3k words) - Even comes home to find Isak playing dirty games with the plus sized teddy bear he had gifted him

Cotton Candy Pink by riyku (1.4k words) - It's the kinda place where a seventeen year old boy in knee highs and a short schoolgirl skirt can belly up to the bar and order a beer for himself and another for his boyfriend, and the bartender won't say a word. Semi-public. Plug

can't keep my hands off by theyellowcurtains (1.7k words) - Riding. Spanking

Baby come light me up, and baby I'll let you on it by vildehellerad (1.8k words) - Even finds a pair of panties in Isak's laundry.

Hit it Like You Want it by Smallcandy (1.8k words) - Isak looked at Even over his shoulder and took two of his painted fingers to his mouth and started licking and sucking them.

you can be the boss by neptunebaby (2k words) - Isak likes for Even to take control in bed, and Even likes to take control for Isak. Pet names

baby kiss me thru the phone by LouisCutie (2.5k words) - Isak's horny and misses his boyfriend. He calls him. Dirty talk. Spanking

Starry Nights by sensualstalker (3.6k words) - Even and Isak go to the cabin to look at the stars and they have a bangin time that ends in cuddles. Hand and finger kink

you so bad boy, drive me mad boy by voidskam (3.9k words) - "You're so immature, and shameless," Isak says, rolling his eyes again and continuing to look through the fridge. "Is that all?" Even asks after blowing out smoke, "Or is there more?" Bad boy Even

slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take draws off by orphan_account (4k words) - panties, pet names

Wanna be with you all alone, take me home, take me home by SkamLS (skamLS) (4.7k words) - Isak is horny. Even takes care of it

Gymslip by DiscoNight (6.5k words) - Isak wakes up grumpy and Even decides to teach him a lesson, which goes a little further than he expected. Exhibitionism, D/S, punishment, possessive Even, brief sexual harassment (by other people)

I’m Not That Innocent by orphan_account (6.9k words) - Halloween. Britney costume. Rimming

i won't deny it, i'm not trying to hide it by orphan_account (10k words) - Even buys Isak a choker. Featuring panties, choking

do you want me (dead)? by theyellowcurtains (13k words) - Isak broke Even’s number one rule and he needs to be punished for it. Featuring plugs, rimming, Jonas in chapter 3

GENTLE DOM

you look pretty good down here by LouisCutie (2.2k words) - Isak is sick and Even is the most wonderful, caring boyfriend. Rimming

floating upon the surface by Misscaitlin_g (2.3k words) - Isak in subspace.

i need a man that makes it right by orphan_account (5.7k words) - Isak is just about to come, but then Even’s pulling out and kissing along his jaw, murmuring, “Don’t come yet, baby.” Edging, allusions to subspace, holding hands

melt me down (i'm like wax to your jokes) by empty_venom (6.1k words) - Part 2 of the cheerleader costume fic. Pet names, praising

DOM/SUB

santa, baby by empty_venom (SERIES, 14 fics) - There's a lot in this series involving advent calendar. Spooning, panties, choker, remote-controlled butt plug, bratty Isak, sex tape, pet names, spanking, bath tub, dildo, boy squad

just a touch of your love by orphan_account (SERIES, 3/4 fics have smut) - 1st year Isak. 3rd year Even. Even calls Isak little one. belly bulging, car sex, public sex

Glorious We Transcend by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) (680 words) - Isak likes punishing himself for silly things. He likes it more when Even does it. Overstimulation. Subspace. After care

bodies on fire by neptunebaby (1.4k words) - isak wants fast, but even teaches him slow

Grumpy Isak (one shot) by allthespices (1.5k words) - Isak had been playing video games all day, but Even wants to have some fun.

when i'm alone with you by shadeandadidas (1.6k words) - Isak Valtersen was shy. Which is why it didn’t surprise Even at all when the shyness and softness and sweetness carried over into their bedroom activities.

Playing video games by evak1isak (1.8k words) - Isak comes home horny to find Even playing video games with his friends. Needy Isak. Exhibitionism

Frisky by evaksskam (1.8k words) - “Officer, I know you’re frisking me and all, but what the fuck? Your hand is on my dick?” Isak asked, trying to keep calm.

Venus by Skamtrash (2k words) - Even buys Isak a buttplug and tells him to wear it all day in school. Isak's desperate, he's horny and Even fucks him into oblivion.

What up, glitter dick by Wrappedbubble (2k words) - Consensual non-con, light bondage, coming untouched, toys, role play

spoiled by orphan_account (2.3k words) - Sometimes, Isak can be a brat. Even knows just how to take care of him. Praise kink

recovery by Skamtrash (2.3k words) - After Isaks heated conversation with his dad and lashing out on Even, Even knows exactly what he needs to do. Spanking, fingering

I'm all yours by Skamtrash (2.7k words) - bad boy even + rough sex. bondage. controlling

Pour Some Sugar On Me by staylucky (2.7k words) - Isak's put on some Halloween weight and feels self-conscious about it until Even shows him just how much he loves Isak's body, whatever size. Rough sex, dirty talk, spanking

Small Death by Laika_the_husband (3.2k words) - Anonymous sex, unsafe sex, choking, rough sex. Isak wants the danger and Even obliges

Bad Boy Even by Skamtrash (3.5k words) - Even is a scary bad boy who hates everyone and everything but Isak is cute and smol and he can't help but love him. Fruits, ice. Light dom

i will wrap you in my arms and you will know that you are saved by staylucky (3.5k words) - During a lazy morning in bed, Isak becomes transfixed by Even's teeth. Biting. Spanking. Dirty talk

fuck me & feed me by orphan_account (4.2k words) - Light d/s. Weight gain, body worship, praise kink, rimming

the furry fic by chokingonroses (4.2k words) - Kitten costume. Plug. Rimming

Silk Ties by TheFilthWithin (Flatfootmonster) (4.3k words) - Sensory play, blindfold, ice

on the verge, now submerge, i'm your church by orphan_account (4.5k words) - Even has a huge dick. They fuck in his parents' house. Light d/s. Belly bulging, overstimulation

Command by cami_soul (4.5k words) - Even gets Isak alone and stripped down to his pink panties. Praise kink, rimming

the morning on the your skin and loved up light by staylucky (5k words) - Isak tries to take a creeper shot of the hot stranger on the tram, when his flash goes off. Barebacking, bratty Isak, rough sex

don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me (i'm selfish, i'm obscene) by empty_venom (5.4k words) - The thing is, Even really likes getting his dick wet. Deepthroating. Coming untouched. Snowballing. Dirty talk

we're lost in the heat of the moment (and i'm moving in you) by empty_venom (6.3k words) - Even fingers Isak in front of people. Isak in a cheerleader outfit

Jailbait by starlesspappillon (8.1k words) - make sure to read the warnings. one of the chapters have dubcon. different kinks

Beat that Record by Dutten (81k words) - First chapter is all smut (chapters 2 and 3 are plot heavy). Subspace, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, coming untouched

BOTTOM ISAK

oh baby don't you know i suffer, oh baby can you hear me moan by theyellowcurtains (550 words) - Isak loves sucking Even off, Even loves doing filthy things to Isak after. Even also loves that Isak is crazy about being overstimulated.

from belly rubs to something else by vodkabunny (837 words) - Isak's new belly button piercing turns Even on.

Gag Order by riyku (1.4k words) - Dirty talk

someone who knows how to ride, without even falling off by orphan_account (1.5k words) - Isak rides Even in a hammock.

wreck me by Skamtrash (1.5k words) - Isak gets dicked down at 2am in his boyfriend's parents house. Belly bulging

after, definitely after. by yourelectriclove (1.6k words) - Pet names, riding, cum eating

I'm Gon' Ride on You Baby All Night by Dutten (2.3k words) - their friends walk in on them

poolside convo by ohsusie (2.4k words) - even fucks isak's thighs in a pool

stolt by isaksforelsket (2.5k words) - Birthday and pride month. Pet names

Back to the Backseat by sherllycolmpels (2.7k words) - Isak and Even are doing it in the backseat of their car

ride it, cowboy by orphan_account (2.7k words) - Even sees Isak ride a mechanical bull and then gets him to ride Even

just a little bit out of my limit by theyellowcurtains (3k words) - Isak is pissed about where he got placed for work experience, that is until he meets his fine ass supervisor. Belly bulging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

that soft perfect spot by reasoniwantyoutostay (3.1k words) - Even is obsessed with a certain soft perfect spot that always makes Isak tremble.

can't take my eyes of you by orphan_account (3.1k words) - cute boyfriends in the morning who simply cant keep their hands of each other

i had the sexiest dream by reasoniwantyoutostay (3.2k words) - Even discovers Isak having a wet dream. Rimming, comeplay, pretty hole is said a lot

aren't you something to admire by orphan_account (3.4k words) - Even fucks Isak in front of a mirror. "Kitten", coming untouched, praising

You Think You Can Be Quiet, Baby? by Victory4 (3.8k words) - Isak think's he'll win a little sexual competition between him and Even, and discovers how truly wrong he is. Hand on mouth kink

show me with your body baby by yourelectriclove (4k words) - Balcony. That's all I'm saying

red by evak1isak (4k words) - Isak is obsessed with Even's red russ uniform. Featuring exhibitionism, riding, praise kink, no lube

baby won't you let me get it wet by orphan_account (5k words) - Isak gets eaten out for the first time.

mark me up (say I'm yours) by orphan_account (5.1k words) - Isak has never thought about getting choked and spanked until really its all he can think about. Pain kink

sweet dreams turns into fucking in the morning by orphan_account (5.3k words) - Even wakes up to a surprise on the morning of his graduation. crop top, riding

I Feel Your Skin (Smooth As Silk) by CouldBeBlue (5.6k words) - Isak shaves his legs. Praising

Yours Always by Skamtrash (6.3k words) - AU where deaf Isak loves everything about the universe and Even loves everything about Isak. Shy Isak

i tried to be strong but i lost it (i knew it was wrong, i’m beyond it) by orphan_account (6.3k words) - Even has a thing for his intern, Isak has a thing for his boss. Age difference

for him. by Skamtrash (7.4k words) - Isak finds out the online relationship he's been having is with Oslo's biggest movie director, Even Bech Næsheim

Winter Cabin by alijan (7.5 words) - Isak and Even go to the winter cabin with the boys. Shy Isak. Cabin smut

When I See You, I Keep Getting Chills by plumclouds (8.8k words) - Isak is asked to be Even's tutor by his teachers. It doesn't go like anyone's expecting it to. Bad boy Even

RoadHead by Skamtrash (15k words) - Even and Isak are on a roadtrip to Even's cousins house to ring in the summer. roadhead, car sex, overstimulation, public sex

Rock Hard Paper Scissors by skamsnake (16k words) - second chapter has bottom Even. oral fixation, christmas

OTHERS

The Air Near My Fingers by riyku (1.1k words) - Spanking

Versatile by anaisanais (1.2k words) - Even is versatile

all he wants to do is party with his pretty baby by orphan_account (1.3k words) - Even and Isak attend Even's very first movie's premiere and Isak gets so needy. Rimming, fingering, blowjob

wanna feel your heart and soul inside of me by orphan_account (1.5k words) - Fisting

Heaven by Skamtrash (1.9k words) - Isak wants Even to finger him again

Lørdag 09:21 by unfancyandy (2k words) - Isak wakes up before Even one Saturday morning. Pet names

come undone by Skamtrash (2.2k words) - Four times Isak gets embarrassed in front of Even. Premature ejaculation

hot thoughts melting my mind by orphan_account (2.6k words) - Isak can't stop thinking about Even choking him. Even can't stop thinking about choking Isak.

let me work it by yourelectriclove (2.9k words) - even has stubble and isak loves it a little too much. stubble burn

Peep Show by riyku (3.5k words) - This might be the kinkiest thing Isak's ever done, the only kinky thing he's ever done, but he's committed to it by now, and screw it, he's gonna give this guy something worth watching. Voyeurism. Comeplay

Summer by DickAnderton (5.8k words) - Isak and Even have been crushing on each other for a whole year when their paths finally cross at a hipster music festival during summer break and they spend the night together.

The First day of Autumn by sherllycolmpels (8k words) - Isak and Even try to bake some apple and cinnamon muffins together, and let's say they're more making out and being soft boyfriends than baking. light smut

House Edge by panshambles, skamsnake (15k words) - Isak wants to try edging just because Even did it before. It's a competition. Light d/s.

SUGAR DADDY

life support by Skamtrash (12k words) - Isak is behind on rent, Eskild jokingly suggests a sugar daddy. He knows its a crazy idea but he's desperate and seeks one out but fate has other plans

Didn't See This Coming by givemesumaurgravy (26k words) - Isak is behind on his rent again and Eskild has the bright idea to sign him up for a Sugar Daddy dating website.

Club Avfall by RobronSugdenDingle (44k words) - Illegal drugs and strip clubs are Isak's life. Money from his boyfriend, the owner of Club Avfall who is also his sugar daddy can definitely complicate things.

I Don't Need Saving by Skamtrash (47k words) - Isak has a traumatic past. He's a stripper to pay for med school. When he meets Even after he pays for a private session for a night, they continue to see each other and Isak learns to fall in love. Lowkey sugar daddy

Old Money by twentyonetwentyone (100k words) - Pretty Woman au

LONG FICS

Neko verse by Laika_the_husband (SERIES, 4 one shots, 1 long fic) - Tomcat!Even meets a scared Kitten!Isak and brings him home for hot sex.

Skamløs by Skamtrash (18k words) - Even is Isak's professor and they have a thing going on

Hard Knocks by DiscoNight (25k words) - Even's depressive episodes are difficult for both him and Isak to cope with. When a frightening experience leaves Isak unable to talk to his friends, and not wishing to impact further on Even's current state of mind, things go from bad to worse. Lot's of angst

We Found the Stars by Sabeley (39k words) - Call Me by Your Name AU

Red roses & cotton candy by dantetrieswriting (56k words) - A rose. He gave Isak a fucking red rose. Doesn't matter, Isak was still not interested. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. Bad boy Even

Drowning in your love by depressed_mermaid_53 (62k words) - Even is captain of the swim team. Isak and the boy squad join the team. First year Isak

my sweet prince (you are the one) by isaksforelsket (67k words) - After meeting Isak, the younger brother of his friend Lea, Even becomes infatuated with the boy and no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to stay away.

The Oceans Shall Freeze by DiscoNight, realityiwanted (121k words) - The viking au. Even the berserker sees Isak and immediately wants him.

Smutty Tumblr Prompts and Drabbles by isaksforelsket (WIP) - A collection of fics

let me be yours by isaksforelsket (WIP) - Penetrator Even, snarky Isak

"You don't know it yet, Isak Valtersen, but you're mine" // Secret Admirer AU by Jules_poupard (WIP) - Isak has a secret admirer. Possessive Even. Daddy kink

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Ridikulus Pt 3

@long-cosmos-overhead, @partoftheminfamily, @alishlieb

From the Hollow to your first class you went and remained guiding the students through their usual lessons after knowing that Narcissa was helping Draco watch over Teddy and Em. Fred and George headed your place in the flying rounds through the week and to force herself out of reach of fawning relatives Ginny started coming to join you for RoR club at noon. Each day her mood seemed to fluctuate while all your dreams when you could manage to sleep were centered around your blonde duo.

Saturday however brought you from your night curled up in the nursery keeping watch over Em and Teddy between lingering stares up at the wall of windows revealing the starry night. Still the stars standing for Remus and your father shimmered showing that they were alive but still not close enough. Numbly you endured without sleep and held up the façade of calm and ease while internally you screamed and sobbed hoping that you could trust yourself to get your people through this. It was clear, there were those still furious at all they had suffered at your call to flee, those among the Order who were slowly coming around to the fact that you were forced to have sided with Grindelwald and set him free so you could survive. Though carefully placed meetings with them at their request answered their questions and calmed their worries on your intentions for having done so. Dumbledore would surely never forget or understand how he had pushed you to do it. It seemed all that was left was to gain your own forgiveness for your methods.

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Blinking in the warm early sunrise you glanced around the camp before your head turned at Dennis’ wand pointed at your left, your lips parted at the giant scar coated wolf sniffing around the pulsing barrier around your camp with a mangled and scarred metal clad sneering creature muttering in some foreign tongue. The Dwarves all clutched their weapons then dropped them at the boy’s clear stating of “Ridikulus!”

A whirling whisp passed over their figures before the creature riding the wolf exploded into a pile of candy and pieces of paper as the wolf turned into a small yipping puppy looking around curiously before trotting away. Lowering their weapons the Dwarves all looked at you as your body relaxed as you softly said, “Huh..” Turning your head to face Dennis you said, “Well done Dennis.”

Fred chuckled patting him on the shoulder, “Easy enough way to deal with,”

George, “Whatever those were.”

Thorin, “That was a Warg with an orc rider.”

Again you nodded and replied, “Hmm. Easy enough to handle and for all the students to manage if needed.”

Dwalin, still aching from his loss of contact with the small child he cradled through the night asked, “That spell..”

You met his eyes, “We have a creature called a Boggart, it takes the form of whatever you fear. You think of something funny about it, say Ridikulus and laugh at it’s shifting into what you imagined. Laughter is it’s greatest weakness, drives it away.”

Thorin, “And it won’t turn back?” You shrugged, “Comforting.”

You smirked at him, “We don’t know everything about our world just as you don’t about yours. How do you fight them, these Orcs and Wargs?” They all raised their weapons and you nodded again then glanced at Dennis, “We’ll stick to our shifting spells for the students. Only use force when necessary.”

Thorin nodded in agreement as Balin replied, “Very understandable. Best not force the bairns into that task when a flick of the wrist will do just as well.”

Slowly the men watched your bruises and swollen left leg heal, even with the aid of your potions and tonics revealing just how exhausted you had truly been upon your arrival. All joining around you aiding in your tending the children between traded shifts of flight as they accepted your offer of sitting in on a few of your lessons with the first years, the only classes with enough spare seats allowing them to join between similar offers from a few other Professors as well. Then in the night returning to aiding in your nightly shift of patrols on the halls with the prefects as a certain restless infant left one of the fiercest of the group completely defenseless as he cradled her sleeping form against his chest through his gentle humming at his Brother’s side.

All returning your protection and aid to their quest with whatever duties they could claim as you learned each other. Working tirelessly and relaxing in your already firm friendship before collapsing into a sleeping pile on the lone large mattress you’d added to the infant’s room to be there when needed and allowing little Melody, or Lulu as Dwalin called her for the shortened Khuzdul translation of her name, her chosen security blanket.

…

Clearly a shout sounded from the mouth of a tear stained child surrounded by others you had separated her from due to their bickering with Minerva and Trelawney’s help, “This is all your fault!! We never asked you to do this! To hide us! You should have just left us alone!” She jerked her hand from her friend’s grip as she stepped away from you in your frozen stance with your emotionless yet soft gaze at her while the Company eased into the doorway from the nursery curiously, “My Parents are dead because of your plan!” Tears rolled down her cheek yet again as her lip quivered through her spitting out, “You’re just as bad as they were! Just another heartless Death Eater!” On her heel she turned and raced away as shocked expressions rippled through the crowd all glancing between you and the girls little Sister Becca who walked to you with fists curling in front of her eyes as her face curled in grief.

Between her sobs against your shoulder after your crouching down to hold her she mumbled out, “Mummy said to stay with you. I told Gemma Mummy knew you would keep us safe. Gemma didn’t mean it!”

Along the wall the men clearly caught your momentary slip of a near unbearable pain in your eyes before it slipped away behind your mask once again. You locked eyes with the calmed child, wiping her cheeks gently, “I know it hurts, and I can’t promise you’ll see them again, but I will do everything I can to protect what they loved the most. Gemma is hurting, if she, or anyone here needs to hate me to grieve their losses, let them.”

With another quivering lip she replied, “But-…”

Your thumb claimed another of her tears, “Anger is expected in grief, and easier to release with someone nearby to pin it on. If anyone is angry with me, or hates me, let them. It will pass. Fighting does nothing to ease our pain in times like these. Do you understand?” She nodded with a sniffle stirring a soft smile from you, “Good. Now I believe it should be time for your candy club meeting correct?” She nodded after a wide eyed glance at the clock on the wall then raced off after flashing you another smile. Leaving you to rise in the dispersing crowd in Minerva’s comforting pat on your shoulder after Trelawney’s offer for tea she would put on for you both in her office. Trembling hands had you sliding them into your pockets and walk to the same grassy hill to look over the lands and swaying forest once again as the sun shone above you brightly while the world thundered around your rain soaked camp around the barrier guarded carriage.

Wordlessly the Company all gathered around you to hear you ask, “How am I supposed to tell a four year old that I’m glad they will never see their parents again. That they should be glad as well, because, yes, they’re orphans, but their children possibly won’t be. How do I get them to understand that?”

Balin gently rested his hand on your shoulder, “They’ll understand when they’re older. The other older bairns know. The little ones will come around.”

Gandalf joined you, “You said it quite masterfully.” He leaned forward spotting Kreacher popping up and passing Teddy to you stirring a smile from you at his sleeping body snuggling to your chest calming after a bout of crying signaling his need for a nap. Em came next sleeping in Barty’s arms sitting beside you giving your arm a comforting tap with his own while Dwalin’s head turned with a growing grin at the squeaking girl reaching for him from George’s arms, soon to be passed to him as they laid out resting their heads on your lap as George said, “No tears now.”

Stirring your smile back as Fred said, “Our dads, Moony and little WonWon will probably fall from the trees any day now.”

George, “Besides, they haven’t missed a birthday yet.” Deepening your smile.

“No they haven’t.”

Kili, “Birthday?”

You smiled at him, “Our birthday, April first.”

Silently you caught a glimpse of their inner cogs working at the upcoming date stirring a soft chuckle from you as you looked out over the distance once again hoping their words would somehow come true.

In their splitting up to help keep the children distracted you stood with Barty and together went up to the Divinations tower and filled the love seat across from Sybil’s arm chair raising the cups of tea she had poured for you both. “I do not see grim tidings, oddly enough.” Making you smirk.

Barty, “There’s always time for them to find us.” Making you three chuckle in the settling of the children in your arms.

Sybil, “They will calm. It is fresh still. We can see it, between their classes they do have moments of sadness, as they will. Then they see the suffering in all of us. They are not alone. My symbols all point that we can trust these Dwarves.”

You nodded, “I can’t sense any reason not to. If Crookshanks were here we could tell better.”

Barty, “No doubt he’ll turn up, Love.”

“I know, always does. Maybe Dad caught him.”

Sybil extended her hands for your empty tea cup and turned it around in your setting it in her palms. With parting lips she eyed it then clasped them shut in a soft, “Hmm.”

Your brow inched up and Barty said playfully, “Sounds like a more comforting hmm, than a dangerous one.”

In the rising of her gaze she stated, “I see babies. Triplets, apparently.”

Barty scoffed in your giggle and he teased, “Just can’t let me have multiples on my own can you?”

Handing over his own cup he looked Sybil over as she looked his over with another, “Hmm.”

This time lower making Barty say, “See, now there is a less pleased hmm.”

Sybil looked up saying, “I see a painful encounter with a duck, but you will not be alone.”

Barty looked to you, “Ah, our marks I take it? Have you decided on when yet?” In a shake of your head your eyes flickered to silver and you stood in their flash back to purple.

Sybil, “Something is coming?”

“No, Ginny needs me.”

Barty grinned accepting the second cup of tea her tea pot filled on its own, “Thank you.”

Sybil, “I am certain young Ginny will mend.”

Barty, “Oh, I am sure of it. Few hundred broken plates and she might bounce back nicely in a month or so.”

Sybil, “Ooh, maybe we could do that, have a broken pottery activity!” Excitedly sipping on her tea, “We let them use small mallots to break pottery to coat tables and picture frames and such.”

Barty grinned, “We could give it a shot, talk to Minerva about it.”

Straight from the room you used your enchanted door to set Teddy in his Nursery to sleep and went through the hall where you heard crying through Ginny’s door. “Gin,”

In a sob she called out, “It’s open, Jaq-,”

Easing inside you closed the door behind you and strolled through her room finding her on the mat in front of her tub drying clearly the reason for her pinkened skin around her baggy sweater, sweat capris and socked feet. Settling down beside her your hand landed on her knees and she said, “I lost it-,” Slumping into your chest she sniffled in your arms draping around her, “Now there’s nothing left-,” A sob racked through her as your eyes filled with tears. “No piece of Harry!”

Until she calmed you held her crying silently until she sniffled and sat up in Kreacher’s return with a mug of tea, “Tea, to help you heal.”

Ginny nodded, “Thank you K.”

Sniffling again as you wiped your cheeks and straightened up at his gentle pat on your arm, “Grilled cheese and cocoa coming up.”

You nodded, “Thank you.” When he left the room you looked to her again saying to Ginny as you folded your fingers around the rim of the cup you guided her to set down parting her lips. “You’re going to want both hands to hit me with.”

Shaking her head, “What-?”

A deep breath later and you said, “Your baby wasn’t the only piece of Harry we have left.”

She shook her head again, “Like a Horcrux?”

You shook your head, “A baby.”

Her mouth dropped open and she said after a moment of her eyes scanning over the ground, “Romilda?” You nodded, “Why-, I know why you didn’t say, but, why the secrecy?”

“Because, it’s painful.”

“When’s she due? She’s not mad at me? We’ll all want to see it. It’s Harry’s!” she gasped, “Did Harry know?”

“She never told him, if he guessed why we took her out of the group or not I don’t know. As far as I know she isn’t mad at you, just didn’t want to hurt you again.” After wetting your lips you said, “She’s signed adoption papers.”

“Adop-, who? Who’s getting the baby Jaqi?!”

“Dad.” In that she exhaled and leaned back against the tub wiping her cheeks, “I’m sorry. We’re just trying to keep things calm now, there’s just so many babies to look after, and she’s miserable and,” you sighed, “And we haven’t told her yet, so she’ll be bound to burst into labor when she hears,”

“So we don’t tell her.” She shook her head when your eyes met, “We can’t tell her, if it hurts the baby-, we haven’t publicly said anything. So she can assume he’s just lost with Ron or something.” In her eyes looking over the ground again she sniffled and wiped her cheeks again, “Is it terrible I’m relieved?”

“No.”

“I’m barely 18,”

“I know,” shifting to sit by her as she grabbed her tea again she slid to lean against your arm, “Dad’s not, after having to share Em, he was getting a bit nostalgic for another baby in the house.”

“Names? Have you two picked yet?”

With a grin you said, “I think Phineas would be adorable.” Making her smirk, “Just think, little half Veela FinFin,” making her chuckle weakly.

“You think he’d have Lily’s hair?”

Grinning at her you said, “One would hope we might have a bright green eyed curly fiery haired little boy to bring home. Even dark curls would be lovely, unless Romilda had actually been using that necklace of hers to darken hers after all, then white or silver.”

“April then?” you looked at her, “When she’d be due?”

“April.”

Back again K appeared and you grinned accepting the cocoa and plate of grilled cheese sandwiches, “Thank you.”

K, “Mistress, Mrs Granger is here asking to speak with you.”

“Huh,” you muttered softly to yourself.

Ginny said, “You go, I’ll go see Mum after the tea.”

Leaning over you kissed her forehead saying, “Let me know if you need me.”

“Wonder what she could need. She’s rarely so formal.”

On your feet you took a bite of one of your sandwiches hovering the plate in front of you for a moment to do so with a sip of cocoa after. Down the hall to the sitting room K led you to you found her anxiously seated with a cup of tea all her own she set down to shift facing you when you sat beside her on the couch hovering your cup to take another bite of your sandwich. “Jaqi, this is all new, and I haven’t shared this past my husband yet, but, I’m pregnant again.” Making you grin around your mouthful at another old dream coming true, “But I was wondering, is there some magical form of prenatal vitamins? Since the old world we came from is gone and I can’t just pop round to the shop on the corner.”

A wave of your hand brought a jar you passed to her, “Only have the grape ones left, but I can brew up some more by the end of the week. Same as the others, once a day, preferably with food or things tend to get a bit, gurgly, in your belly. Trust me, try to avoid it.”

With a nod she folded her hand around it then asked, “What do you think of the Durins? I just came from a meeting with Fili and Balin. Asked for permission to sit on watch tonight with Hermione tonight. Not sure why. I mean, if she likes him why ask us?”

With a giggle you said, “They still wear armor and fight with swords and axes, it seems a lot of their traditions might be a bit old fashioned. They seem respectable, and Fili seems to be will intended. Plenty genuine on his feelings for Hermi. Just needs time, and permission obviously from family for them to learn one another closely to see if it would work.”

She nodded, “I just don’t want my little girl to get her heart broken. Viktor didn’t pan out, now this-,”

“Well if he does you can be certain we’ll be blowing up their mountain.” Making her grin at your teasing smirk after a moment of panic at the threat, “He won’t, they will all love her, and no doubt she’ll be pampered and adored all her life, though limited to flats.” Making her chuckle as you giggled again.

Under the moonlight in her seat Hermione smoothed her fingers along the knees of her jeans and once again let out a soft giggle making Bofur grin and look at her instead of the dopey eyed Prince staring at her left enjoying the sound of her happiness in being in his company. Bofur shifted from his own seat to stroll over from his own seat asking, “Ah, Miss Granger. Now you have me curious,” Peering up at him her grin doubled as he asked, “What has you giggling?”

Hermione sheepishly glanced away then answered looking back, “Talked to my Mum earlier, she’s pregnant!” In her eager squeak the men smiled at her, “Dad had a bad accident as a boy and was told not to expect children, so needless to say I was a shock, now she’s had another surprise!”

Bofur, “Congratulations. Quite a blessing.”

Hermione nodded and wiped her cheek in a stray tear from the corner of her eye worrying the men for a moment until she said, “This one will be safe. No more war with Wizards and Muggles. They won’t have to be scared for us anymore.”

Bofur’s hand reached out to pat her shoulder kindly through Fili’s gentle pat on the opposite one in saying, “You’ll be safe. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

Again her grin widened in her eyes searching the Prince’s and she nodded then looked out to the barrier again settling her hand on top of his stirring a massive grin onto his in its drop to her lap for his first heart swelling bout of hand holding. Grinning himself Bofur eased back to his own chair trying not to draw attention to himself by holding back his pleased chuckles. Softly after a few moments Hermione led a series of questions hoping to draw more of the mystery man’s life to her knowledge when her patience was overweighed by her bubbling curiosity after years of waiting.

Ending with her question of, “Do you like sports? There’s a Quidditch match tomorrow at Hogwarts, did you want to come?”

“Absolutely!” After a moment of bliss at her invitation and grin up at him he asked, “What’s Quidditch?” making her laugh to herself and start to explain it.

Up at the crack of dawn Fred, George, Cedric, Oliver, Tory and Moran stood with you in the pitch out back of your home readying for your first training session. Battle worn and still exhausted you all grinned seeing Ginny joining you hoping that the exercise might help to lighten your moods before settling into your new supposed homes. All the Quidditch pro teams began to ready themselves for this upcoming season stirring up a much needed hope in the hidden masses. A light at the end of all this darkness and right on time for this World Cup Year. While Fili sat up relaying the terms of the sport to his relatives all too eager to join in on the sporting event at the first sight of the brewing storm around the campsite hindering travel a day the men relented to relaxing and helping the Prince continue to woo his One.

With widened eyes in the company of your exhausted group joining the sea of children and teens you were spotted wincing lowering onto your seat in the Professor’s box with Teddy and Em in your arms through Barty’s day with his wife in case she went into another false labor. Ravenclaw and Slytherin both took to the pitch and buzzing themselves the Dwarves perked up while Dwalin nuzzled Lulu closer to his chest worried the noise might make her cry only to calm in her giddy giggles and focus on the rattling lamb toy her parents had left with her.

Through the start of the game Charlie explained a bit more of the game while Hermione smiled after sneaking a bit closer to Fili’s side and practically made him melt in easing her hand under his arm to rest there. Off to the side though focused on the intro to Quidditch book you had given him the night before in a joint snack trip, Ori listened as Neville clarified a few details he was confused about.

With growing smiles they all watched intently as the smallest of the children had grouped their chairs closer to the front rows for a better look with snacks in floating trays enchanted to not go flying when they would begin their excited cheers. By the end of the match on the way to the winning team’s choice of cocoa when you had joined them the Dwarves had gotten fully into the sport and happily praised the team members with the plays they each enjoyed the most. With Dwalin’s being the most contained only due to Lulu being asleep against his chest driving his tone to an excited slur of whispers.

Cocoa would be followed by Hogsmeade the following day and in a joint gathering off all the former Death Eaters in your office. Around the agreed upon design far from intimidating, a duckling that would stare outwards quack and walk in a figure eight followed by tiny duck prints to face outwards again. The sheet of paper was soon obstructed by the offered forearms as you exposed yours by tugging up your long sleeved shirt and held out your wand you then pressed to the mark etched into your skin.

Blood trickled up around the image now bubbling up on their exposed arms replacing the Dark Mark stirring up amused smirks on their skin mirroring yours. A sign of new beginnings, though at their insistence the crown remained, though now a crown of woven bluebells sat atop the head of your duckling with tiny blue petals joining the duck prints in its eager trotting. Each of you coated the marks with thin gauze and wrapped them adoringly with a shared promise to be better and do better protecting the people you had left from facing suffering like your lost past again.

Again Draco returned to his models for a possible mock up of Dale thanks to sketches from the elder Durins of what they could remember of the destroyed city as for measurements and the basic layout of the cities borders. A map of the land around Erebor sat open on the table as well with ideas for how any bit of it might be used. Angmar would have to be cleared if the Elf King refused as the Durins claimed he would to allow you to use any bit of his lost lands. And the full mountain range to Moria certainly would prove to be ample enough space to house double your Wizarding world and the twenty miles North of the Grey Mountains and Angmar leading to the ocean would be more than useful to create a decent buffer between the Dwarves and the Africa sized island along with all your others for the safety of the Muggles housed on them as well as the magical creatures and shrunken cities.

It would take some doing but mish mashing all of the lands together would take some doing to fit everyone in ideally but it could be done in the usual magical way to accommodate all needs. Each land’s monuments and idyllic formations would be divided up for the Wizarding world to claim fully reminding them of their culture’s pasts with hopefully Muggle colonies nearby if possible to try and lull them back into some sort of contact in case of more muggle borns in the future. It would be delicate work but somehow things would even out, especially if you weren’t left to the negotiating with world leaders so unfamiliar with you.

Slipping out of the room as agreed earlier you returned to your bedroom with Lucius and Narcissa in tow. Finally with your worst bruises mended your eyes shut easing the back of your shirt up and your ponytail aside over your chest in a hunch to rest your forehead on Lucius’ shoulder. Behind you Narcissa sat with wand drawn saying, “I will try to make this brief.”

“Take the time you need.” Steadily her eyes sank over your burn and scar coated back and sides from the battle to the portkey you helped to blast the other DA members through. Closing your eyes you inhaled and sent your mind off to focus on Opal and Norberta exploring in the gardens while Idris preened on the edge of the frozen fountain losing the battle against the gentle fall of snowflakes onto his feathers in the first sting of her singing your back.

Fully bathed and changed the Dwarves curiously wondered where you had gotten to as they had promised to show you some defense tips with some of their spare blades alongside Hermione to act as her chaperone. Thorin and Dwalin trailed after the Princes heading for your bedroom only to find it cracked already. A faint scent of singed skin had Thorin step in front only to have his lips part seeing Lucius holding you steady while Narcissa’s wand tip burned your badly scarred back in a small section then raised the stopped from the vial floating at your side to drip across your back. Instantly unscathed skin was revealed in the burns healing before she moved onto the final patch luring another muffled whimper from you in your mental pull back feeling someone else watching you.

Deeply you inhaled and exhaled after she was done and helped to secure your bra strap again and lower your shirt in Lucius’ forehead tapping yours muttering to you softly before folding one of your Phoenix candies from your shop to help give you a boost of energy until you could eat again.

The gentle knock on the door earned your response, “It’s open.”

Raising your eyes you smiled at the group as you stood at Kili’s asking, “Do you have more scars like those?”

The corner of your mouth twitched up as you three moved closer to them joining them on the path to dinner as you replied, “Those were the last. Best to wait until the bruises heal to do it. Not nearly as painful to remove them as getting the scars in the first place.”

Fili, “Can’t imagine how painful that must have been.”

You smiled at him, “And you’ll never have to. Hopefully none of us will after we’re settled.”

Lucius, “Everyone is aligned now, none of us will allow any to rise up again.”

Narcissa, “Certainly not with our thorough scans through all the collected lands clearing out the few stragglers hiding within.”

Tugging up your sleeves you crossed the room grinning at the men in the swing of your ponytail around your shoulder and onto your back you grinned through their inspection of your bound arm saying, “I can’t wait to see what sort of lesson you have in store for me.”

Upon your reaching him Thorin’s hand reached out to hover an inch from the bandage, “You are injured.”

When his eyes met yours you said, “Just the skin,” you looked to Dwalin pointing to his bared forearm coated in markings, “Your kin have tattoos as well.”

Thorin chuckled saying, “In that case, we cannot wait to see it healed.”

In a giggle you said, “You might like it, it’s a duckling.”

With a chuckle Thorin turned joining you for the walk to the gardens asking, “And just what does a duckling signify?”

“For me, freedom.” His eyes caught yours in a grin, “For others, adaptability and resilience.”

Thorin, “Admirable.”

In the short walk you joined Hermione in her timid step out of her room in a pink hoodie and some jeans over her sneakers. At your side she strolled with you joining in on the silent speculation of what was in store for you both. All your prior lessons were with wooden swords and today you tried for steel long swords with the elders before the brothers would split up and guide you on their bows and arrows grateful for your ability to expand their quivers with multiplying charms.

Pt 4

#HP Crossover #Fili x Hermione

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Are you doing requests again?!?! I hope so just because I love your writing 💕 If you are bby can you write a rapline one where they grew up together and go to school together and yoongi is hella shy and uses them to not have to talk to many people or if he feels uncomfortable he hides between or behind them and he’s hella soft and they are whipped and protective of him? You can add more stuff and make it better but thank youuu if you write it Emmaaa :D sorry if my prompt sucks :///

hi love ♥♥♥ your prompt doesn’t suck at all!! you know what does? Sope right now. But i love you and i wrote it anyway *cries in emo*

hope you’ll like it!!

Yoongi’s pink, giggly, and the prettiest person Hoseok has ever seen in his six years of life. Even eleven years later, his view hasn’t changed. Eleven years later, it’s still three boys, not quite men. It’s still Yoongi with his pretty face and pretty giggles, Namjoon hovering not too far away, a dopey, absolutely gone grin on his lips as he looks at Yoongi. Hoseok can’t fault him. Pretty sure that he looks just as silly, just as infatuated when he watched Yoongi.

(And when wasn’t he?)

At six, Hoseok’s the new kid. Vaguely buzzed with the fear every child gets in a new environment, but still fired up. Still geared with a huge grin and the need to create a new family with those people. Hoseok’s six and comes to Daegu. The new kid missing a tooth but dubbed cool enough for every kid to swarm around him. Starry-eyed, hyper, Hobi, Hobi, Hobi!

Doesn’t mind when they call him that. Likes ‘Seok-Seok’ better, though, definitely, when it comes from the little boy with rosy cheeks that tells Hoseok he feels all warm and fluffy. Hoseok’s six when he meets Yoongi, falls in love here and there and swears he’ll be his knight forever and ever. Childish crush he thought he would fall out of sooner than later. Blushes, now, seventeen and nursing a fatal love-sickness as his mother teasingly asks him when the marriage’s gonna be.

(Hoseok would like to know that, too.)

Hoseok writes clumsy poems to his little friend since then. Every month, without fail. Gazes adoringly, eleven years later, still, at Yoongi’s adorable reactions. At singing stars in long lashes, energetic rolls of drums in his musical giggle, the crash of a pleased, pink smile—Seokie! It’s so pretty!

“you’re pretty,” Hoseok always tells him, but the boy rolls his eyes and pushes at his chest. Soft, a breezy caress, summer wind, and autumn leaves. Hoseok wants to marry him so bad.

Can’t do it. Wishes he could, but can’t, because there’s Namjoon. Namjoon who’s his best friend too, his brother, the one who knows all the not so pretty things he did and is too scared to tell Yoongi. Even if he knows his little prince would forgive him, never judge him, because that’s just how accepting and pure Yoongi is. Why Hoseok fell in love with him, why Namjoon fell, too. Namjoon, his bro.

Hoseok couldn’t do that to him.

Swallows back the lovewantneed—and sticks to being completely and utterly whipped for the little man who hovers around his chin and steps on his feet when Hoseok annoys him too much. It’s internal panic and erratic heartbeats when his parents, absolutely gone for Yoongi as they are, drop heavy hints on the fact they should just freaking get married already. Thankfully, Yoongi, his little angel, has his picture above the world ‘oblivious’ in the dictionary. Blind to Hoseok’s enamored smiles, deaf to Namjoon’s not so subtle love declarations.

His baby’s kinda stupid sometimes. Knows a lot, too much and not enough, useless facts and life-saving ones, but he can’t figure out for the life of him that his two older friends are gone and stupid for him. That, no, Yoongi it’s not a wallet in my pocket, I’m just really, really happy to see you.

It’s frustrating, and scary, because other people could take advantage of their angel. Yoongi’s all about bitch-resting face and blunt words, but he’s just melted candy inside, he forgives easily, always and doesn’t know what holding a grudge means.

So—so Hoseok protects. Protects too much, too closely; a bit possessive. A lot.

That’s all he can have, and he intends to take possession of it all to the last bite.

Each. One. Of them.

Yoongi doesn’t even know why they’re here. Well. Objectively speaking, he does. It’s a week day, on a school period, and all of them are supposed to be studying. Studying, he wants to say out loud, repeat it once or twice and maybe stresses it some more for those confused people. Confused. Yoongi’s not going to call them dumb, because that’s mean, and Yoongi’s not a mean person. Too straightforward and likely to blurt out what’s on his mind, but not mean.

And so, he keeps his mouth shut. Eyes carefully the fidgeting teenager in front of him while keeping a tight grip on Hoseok’s hand. Not because he’s scared, mind you—but because Hoseok’s frowning and his mouth’s doing that thing in which it’s downturned. Unhappy. The beginning of a scowl and irritation building around him. An unhappy Hoseok is not a pretty sight, and confused as Yoongi might be, he’d like to hear what Jaehwan—was the guy blushing?—wanted to say.

The boy coughs. Gets on his knees in front of Yoongi’s desk and peers up at him with eagerness in his eyes. “So, um, listen. The whole class, after a long deliberation—”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Jackson coughs from his seat, first one to actually address them instead of watching from far away like the entire class had been going since Yoongi and Hoseok made their appearance some minutes ago. “We took our decision in two minutes though?”

What decision?

Yoongi blinks at him. Scrambles to catch Hoseok’s entire arm and put it around his shoulders, wary of the man doing anything reckless. His friend sighs gently, and noses at his neck a second later, pushing Yoongi to bite down a giggle. Hoseok doesn’t do reckless, usually. But Yoongi had something around eleven years of experience about one Jung Hoseok to know he did some pretty out of character things when it came to Yoongi. Like smiling threateningly at guys and girls alike that came too close to him. Why, though, Yoongi was still puzzled about the matter.

As he was about the fact that the class talked amongst them and came to a decision that concerned Yoongi. It was suspicious as fuck and Yoongi already had the urge to get out of here and straight into Hoseok’s arms. Or behind Namjoon, if only they had this class together too.

(He misses his gentle giant. Even if they’ve been separated for little more than ten minutes. That’s still too much.)

“Shut the fuck up Jackson.” Jaehwan says, sending a glare the man’s way. At this point, Yoongi observes more and more of his classmates perk up and join the sudden mess of diverted subject. Crowding around Yoongi’s and Hoseok’s desks.

Which…no. Yoongi loves them dearly, even if he rarely speaks to them—but that doesn’t mean he likes his personal space crowded this way. Makes himself smaller, hunched shoulders inwards as Hoseok tightens his grip around him. Still silent, but a darker and darker glint inside his gaze. Well.

It’s hard to remember that it’s the same Hoseok who walks around their shared flat half naked. Laughing as Yoongi blushes fiercely and Namjoon yells at him in the background to “put some damn clothes on Hoseok or so God help me—”.

The memory is enough to make him smile, lightly. And when he smiles, Hoseok relaxes. It’s a weird knee-jerk reaction Yoongi’s eternally confused about, but Hoseok only hums secretly when he asks him about it.

Secretive jerk, Yoongi pouts inwardly.

Jackson, though, wasn’t really done. Jumps out of his seat and glowers at Jaehwan. “You disrespectful little—”

“He’s literally like, one or two months younger than you?” Jimin drawls, raising his eyebrows. Waves cheerily at Yoongi when he catches his gaze, a seductive something in the twinkle of his eyes, and Yoongi finds his cheeks heating as he waves back. Finds himself hitting Hoseok softly on the shoulders, because his best friend thought it would be intelligent to threaten Jimin too.

If he keeps that up, Yoongi’s going to think he was jealous or something. Which was impossible, seriously.

“Hobi…” He whispers, cloud-soft, tugs at the man’s shirt and gives him a pleading look. For him to play nice, to stop going all Neanderthal on him when everyone and their grandma know they’re each other’s already. Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi. Stitched to the hip since always, best friends forever, or so they promise to each other every day.

Friends. Yoongi doesn’t know why Hoseok and Namjoon are possessive. What they’re worried about. Why they—why the hell those two always become…become like this, when his name entered the picture.

Hoseok is—he’s a confident dude. Smiley and sun and flowers, but kind of a killer, kind of petty and here for drama too. Hoseok’s all sports and dance and this one popular but adorable guy one moment. And sometimes, rarely, when it’s about a subject he keeps close to his heart—when it’s about Namjoon, or worse, Yoongi, he becomes a whole new person. Deadly. A no bullshit kind of guy with a glare cold enough to turn people to stone.

It’s unnerving, but Yoongi knows not to be scared. Doesn’t have to. Hoseok’s also kind of terrified of literally everything. Throws up his whole swearing dictionary in terror when he annoys Namjoon enough for the man to wave a spider his way.

(Namjoon’s actually a really petty man.)

So Yoongi doesn’t necessarily get annoyed when Hoseok’s like that. Yoongi goes soft and marshmallow-hearted because, in the end, Hoseok’s just trying to protect him. He’s not sure what about, but, it’s the thought that counts, right?

Right.

So, pouting it is. Works like a charm, Hoseok’s other hand find his cheek. Big, warm hand, on his just as warm, flustered pink skin. His best friend sighs, a worried and unknown shine in his eyes. “Baby,” he says, and curse him, for using that damn nickname that never fails to make Yoongi putty in his or Namjoon’s hands. “want to get out of there?”

Jackson lets out a loud noise. Loud enough for Yoongi’s gaze to flick toward him, and finds his mouth hanging open. Just like the majority’s of the people in here. “Did he just call him baby? I told you they had a thing oh my God—”

Well, yeah. Our friendship, what else?

“No, wait!” Jaehwan stammers after slamming his mouth shut, waving his arm frantically. Don’t go, it’s important!”

Jimin, Yoongi sees, once he’s extracted himself from Hoseok’s hands on his cheek and put them on his waist to appease him, doesn’t look particularly pleased with their closeness. Perhaps he wants to be friends too. Yoongi would like that, though he’s not good at taking the first step. He only did that once in his life, and it had been to befriend Namjoon.

“Best decision in his entire life, if he does say so himself.)

The blond looks at him, a strange smile on his full lips. He’s into whatever conspiracy their class started, and Yoongi’s starting to find them all way too suspicious for his taste. “He’s loud as fuck but he’s right, please stay,”

“Loud? I’ll give you loud—”

And they bicker again. All of them.

Yoongi listens. Befuddled, confused, feeling particularly out of the loop even though this damn thing actually concerns him. Feels something like frustration brew inside him before he squashes it down ruthlessly. No need for that. Only peace. Perhaps he should take Hoseok on his offer and just—and just get out of here. Or at least be with Namjoon—

“What are you all playing at?”

Oh.

Yoongi could cry.

Namjoon falls in love when he’s five. Never falls out of it ever again, and, really, doesn’t think he ever will. He falls in love and he falls figuratively. It’s silly and a bit anticlimactic, there had been this kid playing by himself and he had wanted to play with him—only to fall face first, scraped his knee, and proceed to bawl his eyes out. Namjoon’s cheeks still redden when he thinks about it but, but, yeah, it had been like that.

And in hindsight—he doesn’t think he would have it any other way.

Because the said kid he had been reaching for notices him. Head perking up, eyes widening, little hands fumbling around a big bag he clutched with him always like his life depended on it. Namjoon had imagined cat ears on top of his mop of black hair, as the boy stalked toward him. Tentative, chubby cheeks pink after the passage of the cold and little fingers fumbling wildly with something in his backpack.

“Here,” he had whispered, putting a cute band-aid on it; mousy-quiet, with something sweet under it all. Namjoon thought it was like the candies his mother gave him. And then, he had put a short kiss on Namjoon’s cheek. Quick as the wind, sweeter than Namjoon’s favorite chocolate. Eyes sparkling and little hands clapping together as he beamed at a starry-eyed Namjoon. “A magic kiss!”

Namjoon brought him flowers every day since then.

Clumsily cut when he was still little and haphazardly picked them while apologizing to momma earth. Cleaner, as he grew up, but Yoongi’s answering smile never changed. Only became prettier, to Namjoon’s growing awe. Because Yoongi’s adorable, Yoongi’s pretty like the name was invented for his self and his self only. His pretty self, his darling self, his pastel little body brimming with soft colors and softer touches, softer smiles. Smiles like “I love you”, smiles like “welcome home, Joonie,” all melted chocolate and warmth after a day bathed in snow.

Winter comes and then spring, then summer and autumn and the same cycle again; and Namjoon realizes with a bittersweet ache in his heart that he’s a total goner. That he fell in the rabbit hole and made himself the prisoner, threw the key in the sea and hoped to never see it again. Hoped to spend eternity in Yoongi’s arms, snuggle in his safe haven that wrapped all darling around him, up on his tip-toes and giggling like heaven in Namjoon’s ear.

He tries to ignore it but—

But there’s Hoseok. Hoseok who comes in their perfect duo and never leaves. Hoseok that Namjoon spends some time of his childhood resenting before reluctantly admitting that he too, loved Yoongi with every inch of his soul. How could he not? Who wouldn’t fall?

Seconds and hours and days then months pass, and years, and Yoongi’s still home. Yoongi still talks with his mouth going all pouty, keeps making them weak in the knee and heart squeezing in overwhelming affection. Yoongi’s still the most patient and understanding boy out there, never fails for baits to fights or gives way to anger. He’s colors of calm and breathes of peace; annoyed glares and sassy mouth but never hurting, never condescending, all the shades in the world of kindness.

Perhaps that’s why, he doesn’t dare flat out refuse whatever it is those people have planned for him. Nothing negative, Namjoon assumes, because well—Yoongi’s extremely well liked around here even if he stays oblivious to the matter.

(Oblivious to everything, even to the fact his childhood friends would give him the world on a silver platter if he did so much as make an offhand comment about it.)

When Yoongi sees him appear in the class, he dashes his way in his arms. Quick, clumsy on his legs, waddles around everyone and throws delicate arms around Namjoon’s neck. Namjoon catches him. Expectant, ready, picks him up and wraps an arm around his slender waist. Namjoon always, always catch him.

Did so, does so, and always will. Became more careful than ever, since years ago, when Yoongi was still squirming in his too-pretty body and didn’t know how to properly open up to others. When a young, foolish boy thought it would be smart to force a kiss to prove to Yoongi they were made for each other.

Absolutely stupid.

All it did was make Yoongi shy away from people’s touch. Duck behind Namjoon’s back or in Hoseok’s arms if he didn’t want to deal with any more human interactions for the day.

“I—” Jaehwan splutters, looks at his classmates for help but really, none of them can say anything now that Namjoon’s here. Hoseok is one thing, but adding Namjoon to the equation? It would be total foolishness to try and get anything out of Yoongi then. Still, he gathers his courage and turns toward Yoongi. Said boy peering down at him from Namjoon’s arms, sleepy, already, because he didn’t go to bed the night before like Hoseok admonished him to. But curious, too, if a little bit wary. “Be our prince!”

Wow. They really asked him. “…What?” Yoongi mutters, wide-eyed and looking at each of the hopeful-looking students. He frowns, and he’s still so damn cute, Namjoon observes them sigh in unison, like fools in adoration. Hoseok throws them all a nasty look as he hops Namjoon’s way, bringing both his and Yoongi’s bag with him. “Is that a joke?”

“It’s not!” Jackson says, frantic. “We need a representative for the yearly school play and…we’d really like you to be. Please.”

Yoongi’s grip on Namjoon tightens as his cheeks take on a pink color. His flowery fragrance hits Namjoon’s nose, and, wow, he’s not ready to share this. Never had been, never will. “Why—why me? Why ask me this so late? I, I don’t get it.”

And he—he sounds so genuinely confused. Namjoon’s baffled at how dense he could be. Hoseok is, too, if the fond smile he throws Yoongi’s way is anything to go by.

“It’s just…you’re really cute?” Jaehwan offers.

Jimin nods vigorously. “Big fat mood,”

“We tried giving the message to Hoseok or Namjoon but…well…”

The bastards.

Yoongi blinks. Then looks at Hoseok, at Namjoon, a suspicious glint in his eyes. Nothing like the pouting boy who hid behind them or peeked from above their shoulders, on the tip of his toes, when he was feeling too—too queasy, too uncomfortable, angsty and lukewarm and just…no. “This…This isn’t the first time? I need explanations—Kim Namjoon are you ignoring me? Put me down! No, not in Hoseok’s arms either, damn it—”

Namjoon was a good guy. He really was. He didn’t mind sharing either, but Yoongi?

This one boy—he could never share.

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