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yunhostinyuyu · 3 years

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you‘re gonna make it

pairing: boyfriend!haechan x fem reader

genre: zombie apocalype au, angst, hurt, a little fluff

wc: 1.7k

synopsis: thinking that monsters only existed in movies was a bit naive of you, but since the world is about to end you have no other choice...

warnings: monsters, blood, injuries, implied death

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seven days. it had been seven days since the world started to end.

Only a week ago at this time, you were laying in bed with your boyfriend, cuddled into loads of blankets and your head rested on his chest. Calming whispers, tangled legs and soothing strokes against your back was everything you felt that moment which seemed to never end. Only source of sound was the TV, were a scary movie played in the background. In these times you felt true happiness - Only the two of you against the world. Little did you know that those words could have an alternate meaning soon...

In the end, that feeling didn’t last long. No more warmth and safety. Now you are both fighting for your life. Only coldness and uncertainty.

It all started so quickly, thousands and thousands of people were reported dead, and not because of war or sickness: it was because of those creatures. You are not sure on what to call them - mutations, zombies, monsters... all that was certain that they were out to kill. And they did just that without mercy. So it was safe to say that it was more than foolish to believe, that those sort of things only existed in books or movies, since this was most certainly the brutal reality everyone had to face now.

Five days ago, the apartment complex were you lived was attacked by those monsters. It seemed like a miracle that you survived, given the circumstances. Everything broke down and got destroyed, and everyone who lived in there was either killed or bitten. Haechan explained from the Informations he was able to get on the dark web, that they used to be human as well, but there was not much left that would let you confirm that fact with your own eyes. Deformed arms and legs, additional tentacles and limbs grow out of thier white and green skin shimmering in slick. Teeth everywhere you looked, some had more, others had less, but they were all dangerous, able to take your life in a second.

Since you left the apartment, you have been wandering around the area, searching for other survivors, but only finding more monsters and corpses. And that’s were you two are at now, looking deschevelled and dirty, legs and arms sore from walking and fighting monsters off with really, anything you found laying around. Haechan was looking like another person now, dark pants ripped with his legs beneath covered in scratches and bruises, his Jacket and Pullover are dirty and sprinkled in blood stains. His hair looking crazy messy and his beautiful face was also covered in dirt and mud. Backpack strapped against his back and a gun resting in the loop his belt. You yourself didn’t look any better in all honesty, but you were just glad you were both alive.

After several hours of walking, you stumbled onto a building that has not been destroyed yet, with no sign of any monsters nearby.

“Should we go in?” You ask the tanned boy, as his eyes continued to scan the area. After a while of comparing the surroundings to the wrinkled map that they had found a while ago in an abondoned building that was also run down and destroyed like everything else. You both look up the building, which had about twenty stories.

Haechan hesitates, “I’m not sure... there could be plenty of mutations inside. It could be dangerous.” You sigh, another shimmer of hope about to extinguish in your grasp, but you didn’t give up so easy. “But what if there are other surviours in there aswell? It would explain why the building is the only one intact! We have to go in and try!”

But he wasn’t as keen about going in to the giant house and tried to keep you from it. Then, like on cue, a flag arose from the top floor, being held by shaky hands out of the window. The dark red letters spelled ‘it’s safe’

“Come on, we have to go inside! The creatures would not be able to make such a sign! Haechan, let’s gooo~” a sudden wave of a relief spurring you into action, dragging your boyfriend with you. Only for him to stop and shrug you off, “Y/N, listen to me...” he pulled you back to face him as he held your hands in his rough ones. He reaches down to the gun, and gently slips it into your grasp.

“I want you to have it. You should be able to defend yourself. If something was to happen in there, and I couldn’t save you, I-... I could never forgive myself. I just can’t let anything bad happen to you.” He stuttered, but still firm enough in his pronounciation to understand the words clearly. You gently take the gun from him and put it into the back of your pants.

“I’m not scared, not when you’re with me.” You whisper and bring your hands back to his, this time without the heavy weapon. Looking up to meet his soft eyes, you just wrap your arms around him and hug him like it’s the last time. Haechan truly cared for you and loved you with his entire heart, always wanting to be by your side to make sure nobody hurt you. Before everything went downhill, it was easier for him to go after the promise he made to himself, but still not letting up on it, even if it was hard. And even if the moment you hugged him tightly, you felt safe and loved, even if one of those things was far from the reality. Thinking about the times you promised to marry each other when you were finished with your school and apprenticeships, the secrets and promises you told each other and things you expierienced and overcome together - they were so tangible in this moment, never wanting to let go of him.

After a minute, you ripped yourself together and decided to finally enter the building, taking the lead with Haechan close on your feet. The interior looking almost untouched, but there was still a lot of sand and dirt on the floor and stairs. Taking a step onto the first section you whipped and turned your heads upwards. You sigh, “better get going, those are a lot of stairs.” he joked and you fell into step with each other as you started walking up.

“Are you clean? Are you bitten?” A new voice called out from above you. “Yes!” Haechan screamed in in reply to the strangers question. “Hurry up, or the zombies are going to find you before you get up here! There’s not much time!” his tone drenched in distress and worry, it transmitted to you both and sped up your steps drastically. You were confident you were going to make it, find other survivors, figure something out. But the only goal right now was to get to that damned floor on top. Safety. Safety was there, just in your reach. You sped up even more, Haechan struggling to keep up with you.

“Y/N, slow down, I’m not that fast!” He argued, but you didn’t slow down, your tired and worn out legs somehow still carrying your at an unnatural speed.

Suddenly, something wrapped around your stomach and chest, and pulled you to the side, away from the stairs. Before you even realised what had happened, you hear a desparate cry from Haechan. The tentacles leaving you again, just to find one of the knives that he has been carrying, is now stuck in the middle of it’s head. You sit up, catching a chance of your boyfriend who was hurrying up the stairs. But there was another problem: a mutation was behind him, and according to his careless movemts, he didn’t know. Quickly grabbing the gun from behind you, you let you a bloody scream “Duck! Something is behind you!” He followed your order quick and let himself fall down the stairs with a loud thud. Half a second later, you shoot the creature three times. As it went down and falling back the stairs until it stopped moving.

Haechan pulled himself up to his feet, and you met his eyes for a brief second, before his focus shifted onto something else, and truly, you had never seen him so scared before. He let out another scream, this time louder more nerve wrecking than before. But right in that moment, it was too late.

The monster that was behind you, took the knife that attacked his head just moments prior, was now ramming its way deep into your back. Letting out a cry of pain at the stabbing feeling, losing grip of the pistol and tumbling to the ground. You heard steps from both infront of you and from further above. Haechan took the gun as soon as he reached the top of the stairway on which you were laying. Shooting the monster five, six, seven times. The sounds of gunshots, quick footsteps were accompanied by your screams and cry’s, slowly failing to composure yourself. Dark spots started to dance around the edges of your vision, before Haechan comes to a rest at your side, kneeling next to your bleeding body. The wound was so deep and fatal, that there was no way of you surviving it. You had to grew accustom to the thought, even before your dear lover did.

“No, no this can’t be happening. Y/N you have to stay with me! You can’t just die on me, come on... you’re gonna make it, you have to make it!” he cried, tears and snot running down his face as he took hold of your numb frame.

You focused and breathing and tried to ignore the throbbing, indescribable pain that is slowly but surely sucking the life out of you. His hands are on your face, shaking you slowly ro keep you awake.

As your breaths grew even more uneven, you took everything that was still left in you to say the following words:

“Make me happy... I know you can make it... don’t be weak... I love you.”

“I love you too. So much it hurts. I don’t know if I can live without you...” he sniffled and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

“You can, Hyuckie...” Tears left both of your eyes, and he pressed a short, last kiss to your lips, before everything went black.

He cried into your lifeless body, shaking “From where ever you are watching me from now on... I will make you proud.”

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#Haechan #Donghyuck #nct 2020 #nct au #nct fic #nct writing #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #nct drabble #nct haechan #boyfriend Haechan #apocalypse au #I still don’t know how to tag things please excuse me

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miyakosekiguchi · 3 years

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Alternative Universe: Miyako Dying During Pain’s Attack

• It happened before they got married.

• It was just like any other day.

• Miyako usually hangs out with her sister Tenten and her teammates Rock Lee and Neji whenever she’s not busy with her Jonin duties.

• Today she’s delivering her letter to Gaara. They exchange letters every so often. She was on her way to give it to the messenger bird to deliver it to Gaara. The response usually takes approximately three days due to the distance between Konoha and Suna.

• Rock Lee was talking about his training session with Guy Sensei when the ground suddenly starts to rumble, like an earthquake.

• They soon realized something was wrong when the civilians ran down the streets and screaming as they grabbed on to their loved ones.

• “What’s going on?!” Tenten asked. “I’m not sure. But look!” Neji pointed at the usually blue sky that was being covered by dark cloud.

• They ran to help the nearby civilians when Miyako’s surroundings was met with darkness, dust and rubble. She managed to open her eyes to see three worried faces of her sister and friends. They also sustained non life-threatening injuries.

• “Oneechan! Oneechan! Can you hear me?!” Tenten gently kneeled down as to not hurt her injured legs.

• Miyako groaned in pain as Neji and Lee used all their strength to lift a large crumble of a nearby building. They were shocked to see her legs and her torso crushed while small shards of glass pierced her face. Blood were quickly pouring out her body and streaming out of her mouth as she struggled to breathe.

• “Miyako-san, stay with us!” Lee exclaimed as tears started streaming down his face.

• “L-Lee... I... I don’t think I can...” She struggled to lift her arm that was also crushed by a small but heavy debris. “Please... take this... to Gaara.” She struggled to speak as she clutched her would-be delivered letter to the Kazekage. Tenten took it gently from her hand; as she did, Miyako’s arm fell almost lifelessly to the ground.

• “Mi-Miyako... oneechan...” Tenten’s eyes started to sting as tears threatened to well up.

• “I’m sorry... Tenten. But... I guess... this is it...” Miyako’s voice faded as her eyes slowly shut to never be opened again.

• Tenten furrowed her brows in anger and gritted her teeth so hard she felt it would break. Then she started crying hysterically.

• “You cannot do this! This isn’t the time! You weren’t supposed to leave me! You’re the only family I have left. Ever since we lost our parents when we were eight, you’re all I have! My family by blood! How the hell will I live my life without you?! I can’t do this! I fucking can’t!” She shouted as tears started pouring down her cheeks like Niagara falls.

• Neji placed his hands on Tenten’s shoulders in comfort as she continued to shake and sob at the loss of her only family member she has.

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• Gaara grew worried when he got word that the Akatsuki assaulted the Leaf Village. As Kazekage, he knew he can’t go out whenever he’d like—other than Kage business. But he didn’t care as he ran out with Kankuro and Temari following them to make sure everyone in the village is okay, especially Miyako.

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• Miyako opened her eyes to a dark surroundings. She slowly got up and rested on her elbows and noticed her legs are intact and not in pain.

• “Wait... am I really dead? Did I really leave my sister all alone?” She spoke softly to herself.

• As she slowly got up, she started walking and stopped suddenly as she saw two figures facing each other.

• “Wait, they looks familiar...” she thought as she got closer.

• “Um... hello?” The two figures turned and Miyako gasped as she was met with faces that she hadn’t see since she was a kid.

• It was her parents.

• “M-Mother?! Father?!”

• Her mom happily gasped as she squeezed her daughter, while her father watched with a smile on his face.

• “Now, now, dear, you’re suffocating her,” her father spoke up as her mother released her while Miyako was taking large breaths clutching her chest.

• “What... What happened?” Her parents’ joy of seeing their daughter was quickly replaced with sadness as they recounted the moment the village began to shake to the moment she took her last breath to the moment she encountered them.

• “Oh... So I guess this is really how it ends,” Miyako said sadly.

• “We were hoping you could live a good long life with Tenten,” her father said as the three sat down.

• “But when you’re a shinobi, it can’t be guaranteed. I’m sorry we left you both so early,” her mother added.

• Miyako sighed. “No, it’s not your fault. Tenten and I realized as we got older that it’s the price of being shinobi. We did have our neighbors check in on us every once in a while.”

• “That’s good,” her father smiled.

• “So... tell me more about the Kazekage you’re speaking to.” Miyako’s face quickly turned red as her mother smiled teasingly.

• “Mother!” She hid her face in her right hand in almost embarrassment.

• “No it’s alright, we’re glad you’re speaking with someone,” the older woman assured.

• “I mean... Tenten does have an eyes on Neji,” Miyako said as she tugged on her shirt collar. Her parents both laughed.

• They spend the next hour talking about how they grew up without a parent, about the constant unrest with wars between shinobi, and about their current life before a green line suddenly struck the young Jonin. She stood up.

• “What’s this...” Miyako asked quietly as she was consumed by a mysterious power.

• “Oh! Looks like it’s not your time yet. You’re still needed in the village,” her father said as his eyes followed the green line.

• “Please, take care of your sister. She must be freaking out right now,” her mother added as they both stood up as well.

• “I’m really glad I got to see you,” Miyako smiled warmly.

• “Me too. Take care,” her father replied.

• “Bye! We will meet again!” Her mother said enthusiastically as they waved her goodbye.

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• Miyako’s eyes flung open and as she blinked several times to adjust to the brightness. Once she did, the first thing she saw was Gaara’s face, as well as Kankuro, Temari, Tenten, Lee, and Neji.

• “She’s waking up!” Kankuro gasped as Miyako slowly sat up. “Alright everyone, give her space!”

• Gaara, usually not once for physical affections, especially in public at that, quickly grabbed her in a tight hug.

• “I-I thought I lost you,” Gaara whispered as he sobbed. Miyako’s heart broke at the thought of poor Gaara losing her.

• “It’s alright, Gaara. I’m here,” she said as she wrapped her arms around him.

• Tenten smiled gleefully and relaxed into Temari’s arm, who had been hugging her as the weapon expert was consumed in emotion.

• “I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE ALIVE, MIYAKO-SAN!” Lee exclaimed in pure happiness as tears rolled down his face.

• “It’s good to have you back, Miyako-san!” Lady Katsuyu said happily as she crawled backward off Miyako’s stomach.

• Miyako smiled as she rested into Gaara’s shoulder. “It’s good to be back.” She turned to Tenten. “I saw our parents.”

• Tenten smiled. “What did they say?”

• Miyako smiled back. “They told me to take care of you.”

#gaara x oc #alternate universe #au #pain attack

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bangtanscenery · 4 years

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May Flowers Teaser Masterlist

As the showers settle, seeds bloom into flowers and love flows through the air. Come May, and the flowers colour the fields and the sun gives warm rays of joy.

Introducing the second part of our two-part collaborative project: April Showers Bring May Flowers.

At the end of this month, you’ll find stories that’ll bloom warm feelings. Want to know more? Check under the cut to see what may come during our May Flowers.

- @heyitsmeee2

After you graduated from college, you forgot all about Seokjin. That is, until he shows up at your high-school reunion. Will you two mend past conflicts or will you stay enemies?

- @httpangelicjimin

After finishing college, you finally get the chance to fulfill your childhood dream of opening your own restaurant with your best friend. The only difference is that in this one, you’ll actually have real food, instead of imaginary. Everything was going smoothly until you meet Seokjin. He may be one of the best cookers of whose food you had the pleasure to try, but his attitude… Oh dear, his attitude is deal-breaker.

- @bts-poetry

Growing up together, Seokjin had never thought that he'd end up falling for his best friend. He wasn't even sure if his friend was gay, all he knew was that he was madly in love with him. What happens when he finally musters up the courage to confess his feeling?

- @randomkoalablog

Sometimes you have to work a little harder to rebuild what was broken.

- @kitsutaes

your brother tricked you. just go with it, he said. it’ll be fine, he said. you were fine taking care of his kids, but not with min yoongi.

- @thebiasrekkers

Everything always comes full circle. A soul falls into the ether, hoping to be reborn in the next cycle. If a desire is strong enough, it can manifest across space and time. Two souls reunite and are given a second chance, hoping that their love will be rekindled even stronger than it was before.

- @moccahobi

Hoseok had always been big on supporting his friends. Thus it came as no surprise that he ended up spending his free time at Namjoon's latest business venture: a little dessert cafe. He didn't expect to fall for the cute barista who always worked when he was there though.

- @boywivlove

Reader has moved back with her parents in her small hometown; after her life hasn't turned out the way she had hoped, and dealing with bouts of depressive thoughts. When she runs into an old friend from school, can he help her through her low point to see the sunlight after the storm?

- @namluve

After waking up and discovering that Hoseok is well and alive, the two of you have to figure out why the timer on your wrists says zero. In midst of it all, the two of you have to plan your upcoming wedding, dealing with family members and friends. You and Hoseok take on the challenge and grow stronger together.

- @spicykoreantatertots

Kim Namjoon, suspected leader of a drug ring and your recently discovered soulmate, has been arrested for the murder of two people. It's up to you and three of his friends to prove his innocence and free him from his wrongful imprisonment.

- @thebiasrekkers

Blind, but not broken - Namjoon has learned to live with his new ailment. He went on to continue working for the UK based firm. One day when meeting a new client - he is disturbed by the streams of light filtering in his vision. Then he hears a familiar voice.

- @joonsrack

You really want to leave a post-it behind saying something like: 'Going on a road trip with Namjoon, don't know when we'll be back.' But you're an adult, you're not petty. Except you totally are.

- @thebiasrekkers

Jimin's curse is broken, allowing him to return to his own time. But there is a sense of emptiness that lingers inside of him as he readjusts to his former life. Just as things start to make sense again, he's greeted by a face he's longed to see once more.

- @moonmintrails

The time had come for the seventh sun to rise. For the seventh and last color in line to have its cycle. As one indigo supernova signified the coming of a purple nebula, you and Taehyung spent the remaining of your last day together creating something of your own. If it comes into fruition can only be known years in the future. A decade after you found someone unlike anyone. Truly one of a kind. Someone with a destiny they couldn’t outrun. It has been 10 years since the birth of a purple sun.

- @luxekook

every sunday, the farmers’ market took place in the center of town. vendors from near and far traveled to sell their crafts, their produce, their teas. as the local florist, you figured that running a booth each weekend would boost your business and bring in new clients. at least, those were your reasons in the beginning. but, now? now, you returned each and every sunday just for the handsome blacksmith who set up his handcrafted jewelry booth next to yours.

- @ddaenysus

the truth was out, there was no way for him to keep you away, he was your soulmate. as jungkook comes to terms with everything, he decides to help you recover your memories; taking you home and trying to recreate all of the most important events of your previous relationship.

- @bangtan-dreamland

Dreams have a funny way of toeing the line between fantasy and reality. Three months before one of the happiest days of your life, your graduation, you find yourself into a mysterious bookstore called 'The Magic Shop', setting off events that lead you on a rollercoaster ride. Seven men arrive into your life- and they're determined to stay, for good this time.

- @thebiasrekkers

After the first encounter with an Agent of Hell, the truth comes out about the world around her. Now Hobi strives to show her that, even if she is one of the chosen few, his love for her is real. Jimin also struggles to help Saoirse find the worth in her existence after losing her best friend to the darkness. While at Tenebrarum, Layla continues to confound the Devil - and he's not exactly sure how to deal with it.

- @2dreamcatcher8

As it turns out, a little will and a lot of love were all it took for (Y/N)'s bad day to become monumentally better. [Alternatively: The maknae line is very excited, the others just want to sleep, and there is an amusement park involved. Needless to say, chaos ensues.]

#bangtanscenerycollab #april showers bring may flowers #collab event #spring collab #network collab

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halothenthehorns · 4 years

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The Awakening

A kind person on Tumblr, Sem Titulo, showed me how to create a Masterlist so that I may repost all of these fics on here. If they’ll be able to stay up, who bloody knows, but I’m willing to give it a try. Posted the first and second chapter and I’ll be continuing this once a week.

HPHPHP

With the air of one pulling off a murderer’s hood, Lily pushed back the black bangs to reveal the mark upon that forehead. “I don’t believe it-” Lily murmured quietly. “It’s really there-�� Remus muttered. “Like lightning-” James whispered. The other three were stunned into silence, only managing to finish half a sentence, but Sirius, ever the rebel, burst out laughing. The others all exchanged worried glances, Sirius sounded quite deranged, but between loud guffaws he managed to speak. “Don’t you guys see? This isn’t real! It’s got nothing to do with us. Maybe some alternate dimension where their Harry Potter was born with a scar on his forehead, but ours wasn’t.”

He went over to James and scooped baby Harry out of his arms, the little kid looked up at him with wide green eyes as he brushed aside the hair in the way and showed the others. “No scar, no problem.” James looked quite relieved and went over to kiss the center of his child’s forehead as if in blessing for such a thing not existing, Lily and Remus, on the other hand, exchanged uneasy looks. “We can’t yet prove that Sirius,” Remus said slowly. “There have been no dates, nothing to indicate when this book takes place. They didn’t even say how old the little baby Harry was in that story. You were mentioned once, and I wasn’t mentioned at all.” “Exactly!” James said, now starting to get excited. “That just proves what Sirius said. That’s not our son.” All three boys stopped in their discussion as they heard something. It wasn’t loud, or obvious, but a noise they all recognized none the less. Lily Potter had not moved an inch since the discovery of the scar and had merely been hovering over the familiar face with a look of devastation. It slowly turned to revelation, which had finally morphed to tender love. Slow steady tears had been trickling from her green eyes, splashing slightly onto his face. She did not seem aware of it, or anything else around her for that matter. What had alerted the men was a slight sniffling sound coming from her, as she slowly looked up at her husband. “Don’t say that James, please don’t say that.”

“But, Lils-” he started weakly but stopped when her eyes flickered back down. “This is my son,” she paused and took one step towards her husband, but still within the range of the sofa, then reached out and placed a hand on her only child. “Our son.” James seemed torn, his eyes flickering between the man on the couch and the infant in his best friend’s arms. Sucking in a huge lung of air, he finally said, “You, you want this to be true, do you? For us to-” his throat convulsed, he seemed incapable of getting the word out, but pressed on with everyone understanding him, “and our child to go and live with your sister.” She shook her head sadly from side to side and said quietly, “No not want. How could I ever want such a future? But it is ours. Our son grows up alive and healthy, and that’s all that matters to me.” She took her hand off the boy on the sofa and stepped forward to bury her face in James chest. With a look of defeat on his face, James wrapped her up tight and the two took a moment to accept what was to be. Remus and Sirius were not pleased, but Sirius could come up with nothing to say to bring the conversation around back to his line of thinking. Remus opened his mouth, and with a determined look on his face, he said, “I think we should finally wake this Harry up. He might be able to answer a few questions.” “Maybe not Moony,” James said slowly, still not looking up from his wife. “You read the letter, he probably has no memories and doesn’t even know who he is, let alone where, or when, he is.” Remus shrugged and raised his wand anyway, “Still, we’ve nothing to lose at this point.” No one in the room tried to stop him from using the spell to wake Harry, for they all had the same feeling about them; a sense of purpose, to strike out and fix what was wronged. After a blast of light, he started to stir and raised his hand to his face where there were still a few wet spots from when Lily had cried on him. Then slowly, ever cautious, he opened his eyes and let them wander about the ceiling for a few moments before his eyes slid sideways to land on the four adults hovering over him. For the briefest moment in time, something flashed in those emerald eyes, recognition maybe, but then it was gone to be replaced by solemn confusion. He opened his mouth, closed it again and seemed to be mulling something over, then opened it again and finally said, “Hello.” This was hardly the response any of them had been expecting. Honestly, they were all expecting a barrage of questions the moment he found his tongue. The boy was no danger to any of them, seeing as Remus had never returned his wand to his pocket, but the others still tensed up a bit as Lily went forward and lowered herself down to his eye level as she said quietly, “Hello yourself, do you know who I am?” He frowned again, and he seemed to be struggling desperately with something before he answered, “No.” Lily nodded as if this did not surprise her, “My name’s Lily Potter. Ring any bells?” she asked. There it was again, an almost pained look about him as his mind grappled with something none of the others could see. The pause was longest of all so far until eventually he shook his head no in a depressed manner.

This time she frowned as if really hoping for a different response before asking gently, “Can you sit up?” This too took a moment to process, but he then started shifting his weight around and looking down at his own body as if trying to remember how to do this as well. After a good ten minutes of seemingly nothing, he swung his legs down onto the carpet and sat up with shaky arms. Yet when he was done, he grinned up at them, seeming quite pleased with himself. Now that he was sitting up, he seemed a bit more confident about himself and looked around the rest of the room and especially the other people with wide alert eyes. The others were just waiting, a bit tense still, for him to say something. They wanted him to make the first move, unsure how to proceed themselves. After a time he cleared his throat and asked the room, “Do you know my name?” Lily exchanged a look with James, who also came forward so that he was on eye level with him before he answered. “If you are who we think you are, then your name is Harry Potter, and you’re our son.” He nodded once, his eyes flickering between the two and then said, “I can’t remember anything. It’s a bit disconcerting to not even be able to pull any kind of memory. But I believe you, I don’t know why, but I guess I do.” “Go check a mirror,” Sirius spoke up for the first time. “Trust me, you’ll see exactly why.” “Very funny Padfoot.” Remus rolled his eyes before turning to Harry, “Well then I guess we have to introduce ourselves since our dear friends have yet to, my name is Remus Lupin, and this is Sirius Black. That little baby he’s holding is you by the way.” “Way to freak the kid out Moony,” James muttered as Harry’s eyes went wide and flickered to the baby in Sirius’s arms. He then clutched his head again, pain flaring all over, before he relaxed again and asked, with agony still lacing his tone; “What, but I mean, what?” he stuttered. “Yeah know, I think we got that the first time,” Sirius chuckled. Lily reached forward and took hold of her son’s hands gently, “We don’t know how dear, but you’re not from this time period. You shouldn’t be this old right now. You were only born four months ago. Those,” she gestured to the books on the table, “and a note came with you when you crashed down into our kitchen table. Does any of this ring a bell?” She asked kindly. When Harry shook his head no, Sirius snorted and said, “Well I’d kind of hope not, since he was unconscious in everything you just described.” “Keep up the commentary Sirius and you won’t be allowed to hold Harry for the rest of the day,” James said in a pleasant voice. Sirius scowled at him and tightened his hold on his little pup, but chose not to reply. “So? What now?” Remus asked slowly, “I could try to reverse the memory charm placed on him, but it would be slamming a lot of stuff back all at once, could be dangerous. The kids lost his memories so he can’t prove anything,” he tapped the book looking around for some kind of answer.

Lily shot to her feet and snarled, “I told you Remus, this is my son. This is proven and nothing’s going to change that so stop trying to say otherwise.” Remus quickly raised his hands in surrender and took a quick step back, while James said, “I’m with Remus, can’t take the risk of trying to replace so many memories at one time. In fact, I think the best we could do is read these books with him, I’m rather curious myself about his life.” “I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Lily approved before sitting down on the sofa next to Harry. Harry’s eyes flickered around the room before settling on Lily, “So, err, if I read these books with you guys I’ll remember everything again?” He confirmed. “Maybe not everything,” Remus conceded. “But hopefully these will help jog your memories. The more we replenish the more stuff should come back on its own.” It seemed that Harry didn’t understand all of this, but he quickly nodded his head and agreed that he’d like to try. “I have an idea!” Sirius chirped as his stomach rumbled. “Why don’t we let Harry read the first chapter on his own, so that he’s caught up with us? While he does that, we can eat.” “Sirius, you just ate two hours ago,” Lily reprimanded. “Yeah,” he shrugged, “but you guys didn’t, and I’m a bottomless pit.” “I like that idea,” Harry agreed, eyeballing the book. Anything to get his memories flowing. He reached over and was about to grab it before he looked at his own hand and frowned, then looked up at his parents and said, “Err, where’s a loo?” James chuckled a bit before answering, “Down the hallway, second door on the left.” Harry thanked him, then looked down at his legs. Just like everything else he’d done, he sat there for a good few minutes before it seemed to occur to him that his legs would get up and move as he choose. He managed to walk over to the indicated door while only stumbling a few times and ramming into a dresser once. Once in the kitchen, Remus gave a quick swish of his wand repairing the broken table, and when Lily bent down to start digging something out for a quick snack from a lower cupboard she spotted something gleaming now beneath their fixed furniture. Without the boys noticing, she filched it from the floor and entered it into her pocket.* While Lily prepared a meal for them all, Harry managed to go into the bathroom for several minutes and just managed to close the book on his finished chapter when they all came back. He locked eyes on his father for a long time, and they knew that he was probably comparing the sights he’d seen in the mirror to the man across from him. He then turned the replicated eyes on his mother. Taking in a deep breath he asked, “Why do I have so many scars?” “Scars?” Lily asked, panicking immediately, “You only have the one.” She reached forward and touched him gently on the forehead. Harry relaxed under the touch and nodded, his fingers stopping the movement but still lingering as he continued, “Yes that one, but I have a few others.” He raised up his fist and indicated some white writing on the back of his hand, though the words were too faded to clearly make out. He then lifted his shirt to reveal the other scar, dead center in his chest, another bolt of lightning.

All the adults exchanged horrified looks before looking back at Harry. Finally, Remus said slowly, “We don’t really know, like your mother said, your time has come after us so this will be all new to us too. But I’m sure we’ll find out.” Harry beamed at Remus, mostly for the ‘your mother’ remark, he seemed to like that. A sudden flare of hope surged in Lily as she took a golden loop back out of her pocket and placed it in his hand, asking, “does this help at all?” His eyes gleamed as he inspected it, before slipping it on as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then his face fell as he kept looking. He added on without any real hope, “so I guess you wouldn’t know about this either.” He held up his left hand where the ring now proudly sat. “Nope,” Sirius said, popping the p for emphasis but his eyes lingering with maddening curiosity as well. “Though if you remember that first, I’d love to know.” Harry really did try as he gazed down at it, but all he got was the faintest of stirrings in his gut. He loved this ring and whoever it represented, but nothing came with it. Not a name or even the glimpse of the woman it was paired with. “I’ll read next,” Lily offered, taking the book gently away from her son and flipping it to the right chapter, now just hoping to take that devastated look away. “Look on the bright side, with these books here, we can change our future however we want,” Sirius managed to get out before she started.

#Harry Potter #The Life that Never Lived #Reading the Books #complete #fanfiction

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Cloak and Dagger - ‘B-Sides’ Review

"To Tyrone. My best friend. My port in the storm. My hero."

Oh, Cloak and Dagger, I apologize for ever criticizing your love of the theatrical framing device. It paid off with interest this week.

'B-Sides' picks up a visual metaphor from a few episodes back by continuing to represent the personal experiences of our characters as sides of a record. By placing the record on a turntable, you 'experience' the relevant moments of that character's life as recorded there.

This is just a wonderful conceit, and I'm glad that it's back again this week. Clearly we're intended to wonder whose gloved hands are playing the records, but I was so entranced by the elegance of the visual device that I wasn't really that concerned about that particular question. On some level I suspect I was expecting it would turn out to be Tandy herself, ruminating over all the 'could have been' possibilities of her life.

Because, really, that's what we've been conditioned to expect from this sort of format. We spend an episode looking at one or several 'what if' situations, before returning to the status quo as it was beforehand and continuing on with whatever the season long plot is next week. It's a nice way of exploring a character, it can be useful as part of a character's story arc as it lends itself to self-revelation, and most importantly it's super popular with the cast, as it allows them to play different variations on their established characters and do things that that character would never otherwise be allowed to do. Anyone who thinks that 'Superstar' wasn't Danny Strong's favorite episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer to film is kidding themselves.

Now, I've gone on record as not being a big fan of 'what if' storylines. Usually they're nothing but a huge pause button that keeps the story from progressing, and it's hard to get invested in them when you know that nothing that happens in the alternate universe can possibly have any consequences. I struggle even to get through 'The Wish,' and that gave us evil, lesbian Willow. What saves this episode from feeling like that was the way that they managed to marry in the reveal of Andre as the real villain while raising a thousand other questions about what's been happening, then somehow taking me in with the exact same last second rug pull that wasn't even particularly fresh when they did it on Angel fifteen years ago.

What I'm really saying, I suppose, is that from an objective perspective a plot summary of this episode would read, 'Tandy takes an ambulance ride to a motel.' In reality a lot more happened than that. What really happened this week is that we found out that Andre was also caught up in same Roxxon explosion that gave Ty and Tandy their powers. While Tandy got 'hope' and Ty got 'fear,' Andre got 'despair.' When looked at in that light, what we're seeing is exactly the same sort of power usage that we've seen Tandy and Ty use to 'go into' the hope/fear of whoever they're using their power on at that moment. The one thing added is that Andre isn't just going into his victims' despair, he's actively increasing it in his victims, because he needs to feed on the despair of others in order to stop the pain of his migraines.

I should note, I'm not a migraine sufferer myself, but I have enough friends who are that I have no trouble believing that someone would readily take that deal if it made the migraines stop.

Two things worth noting at this point. Excellent job of the show in giving us a completely abhorrent, and yet understandable and sympathetic villain. Andre has clearly made peace with what he's doing, and the fact that he helps nine out of ten women that come to him for help, only eating that tenth one, seems to keep the scales nicely balanced as far as he's concerned. Also, even more excellent job by the show in remembering that Tandy was guilty of this exact same thing during her lowest points last year, and not letting her off the hook for it. I'd been a little concerned that they'd given her a free pass on that one.

So we have three despair visions for Tandy this week, each symbolized by an LP played by Andre in the dark dimension. 'Perfect Life,' 'Fractured Family,' and 'All Alone' are the listed titles of the LPs in question. I highly recommend pausing the screen on the albums to read the track lists written on them, because they're a nice piece of prop detail work and tell interesting little stories in and of themselves.

Each of the three 'elseworlds,' for lack of a better term, attempt to break Tandy down into giving into despair, first through the idea of losing her idea of perfect happiness, then when that doesn't work through forcing her to confront inevitable catastrophe, and then finally through attacking her sense of isolation and loneliness. When none of these work, Andre/Despair realizes what's been fairly obvious to the outside observer from the get go; i.e. that Tandy is never going to be taken down by attacks on her sense of self because her sense of self just doesn't rely in any way on feeling positive about herself. That's just not who she is. Once Andre gets that, he makes the obvious play of forcing her to live through the loss of Tyrone, simultaneously tricking the viewer into thinking that that's what's really happening through the tried and true 'Aha, I've escaped from your twisted dreamscape and defeated you in the real world, oh, no, never mind this is still inside the dreamscape and I've lost now' trick.

Once Andre tries this tactic Tandy gives in almost instantly, as anyone who's been watching could have told him she would. And with that her body arrives at the Viking Motel, which is apparently the final destination for the kidnapped girls. Do all the girls have to have their hope violently removed before they arrive at the Viking? We don't know. But apparently it was necessary in Tandy's case. What's going to happen to her inside? We don't know, but now that she's given into despair it can't be anything positive. Do all of Andre's victims have to be women? No, that's probably just implicit sexism on either the part of Andre or the show. Let's give them the benefit of the doubt and say it's Andre.

I'm a big fan of answers that just leave you with more questions. Bring on the next episode, please.

Bits and Pieces:

-- In Tandy's perfect world, she's a ballet dancer with the Met, Ty's a cop, Connors is redeemed, Billy is alive, and even Duane is living his best life. It's strongly implied that Billy and Duane are a couple now, which was a sweet touch. If all of the 'perfect world' stuff was taken from what Tandy would want, then Tandy is a much bigger romantic than we previously knew.

-- What's the relationship between Andre's record store of despair and Ty's dark dimension? Because the record store we see here was clearly in Ty's dark dimension a couple episodes ago. Are they linked somehow? Is Andre... ahem... inside Ty?

-- The use of 'Sweet by and by' as the linking song in each alternate reality was used to nice effect when they used playing it as the reveal that the scene of Ty being shot wasn't real.

-- It's always nice to see Liam again, even schlubby everyman alternate universe Liam.

-- There's a really well done moment when Tandy is in the stolen car with Ty and begins hearing the ambulance sirens bleeding through into the fantasy and she starts chanting 'it isn't real' over and over again. It's a nicely judged moment, because of course she's talking about the siren noise which is actually real while trying to stay focused in the stolen car, which isn't. It's a small detail but I like a show that rewards closer attention to the little things.

-- I can't say how happy I was that in Tandy's perfect world, Ty was still dating Evita. Perfection, to her, did not involve acquiring Ty as a romantic partner. She was perfectly happy with them being dear friends. That was refreshing.

-- The effect of the record changing every time it was flipped over was just neat.

-- I'm happier than I can say that the resurgence of vinyl as a medium means that the kids of today can recognize that static popping sound of an LP that's run to the end. It's just such a useful sound cue.

-- In the perfect world illusion, all the framed pictures in the stairwell are of a veve I didn't recognize. I thought at first it was Andre's and that he must be a Loa or an avatar of some sort, but apparently he isn't. I'm sure that they'll tell us at some point.

-- There is a recurring Marvel villain called D'Spayre, who's sort of a demon/anthropological personification of elemental forces sort of thing. I couldn't tell you if he's ever encountered Cloak and Dagger in the comics, but Andre doesn't seem to be related to him other than the coincidence of the name. I could, as always, be wrong.

-- My one real criticism of this episode is the problem you almost always get in alternate reality stories. In order to get across what's different in the universe in as short a time as possible, the dialogue becomes ridiculously expository. 'Well, Tandy, as you know the Roxxon explosion didn't happen when we thought it was going to and therefore your father has left town to go to Silicon Valley, leaving me to open a small transient hotel and get this cybernetic leg.' I get why they have to do it, but it takes me right out of the drama.

Quotes:

Mr. Bowen: "Okay, fine, can we hook him up with some tickets to your ballerina-ing? Ballerama? Dance Battle?"

Ty: "Evita spilled some champagne on me. Might have had a little too much." Tandy: "I knew I liked her."

Ty: "One day, long ago, I saved your life. But every day since you’ve been saving mine."

Mina: "Yeah, I’m not explaining myself to structural engineering Barbie."

Liam: "That’s OK. Birds are people too."

Tandy: "Drive!" Ty: "Uh.. no, crazy white girl."

Andre: "Not misery, Despair. There’s a subtle but distinct difference."

Tandy: "Then I was wrong. I have one person." Andre: "I came to that same conclusion."

I really loved this episode, and I can't wait to see where this is going. Three and a half out of four crappy alternate realities.

Mikey Heinrich is, among other things, a freelance writer, volunteer firefighter, and roughly 78% water.

#Cloak and Dagger #Tandy Bowen #Tyrone Johnson #Marvel #MCU #Cloak and Dagger Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

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BalconyAU- Bonus Alternate Ending Drafts

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A/N: I’m such a cheater lol I haven’t posted in a while and decided to post this as filler as I’m writing more big fics.

So these are two alternate endings (which depended on my choice of pacing. Could you tell I was trying to finish fast?? lol) , I drafted quite a bit of them but I read this recently and had a soft spot, I suppose. This takes place after the big London trip and big sex scene. This is technically two alternate scenes depending on if I wanted to drag it out or not.

Non beta-ed, low key apologies.

———————————————[Scene I- It's a Tuesday night and Marinette goes to her balcony to clear her head]

She opens her balcony door and breathes deep. The night air runs purity into her blood and her senses clear. She leans her hands on the railing and closes her eyes, focusing on the sounds below.

She remembers another night, she was really irritated from work and came out as she usually would with Chat. He noticed how quiet she was. He called out to her, she said nothing as usual, though she really wanted to at the time for a sense of comfort.

She had cocoa in her hands, and used a spoon to tap the mug, like she was stirring too hard. He knew what she was feeling then, she doesn't know how but he knew.

He sang a song of comfort and perspective, which she later learned was "Close to You" and whenever she tapped a mug like she did that day, he would know to sing that one. She really didn't think too much of it, for the sake of her heart, and she assumed other tenants probably slid requests under his door which he happily acquiesced. Because he was that sort of kind person, and music was his medium for kindness, for expression.

The words fall from her lips now in a steady rhythm, a crackled whisper that she tries to keep to herself but it builds in crescendos like she's apologizing in some way to Chat. Sorry she couldn't wait for him, that she still loves him dearly, and sorry she didn't try harder. It's caught in the breeze, twirling like a ribbon, and ties itself perfectly into calm clarity as the words force her to imagine the object of her words.

Then she isn't alone, and she stumbles, a startled crack in her notes, and he's there. He's there and it feels like meeting a friend after centuries.

That is why all the boys in town

Follow you all around

Just like me, they long to be

Close to you

He's quiet at the end, but she knows he's there; maybe waiting on her, maybe not sure about her all together.

"Hey?" she starts. Her own voice rings in her head twelve fold, subconscious of her meek feminine tone since she's never given it before.

There's no response and she's pouting.

"This is revenge for not speaking, isn't it?"

Still nothing.

"It does feel stupid talking into the air, hoping someone is listening."

Marinette feels a flush to her toes, thinking about what she should say. What she needs to say to put her mind at ease.

"I…talked to Manon. I usually trust what she says, but, if she's right, I guess there's a million things I should tell you." She says. "But most of them are really embarrassing so if you don't give a sign you're there I'm walking out of here right now."

She waits under the dim light of the stars and moon, when a chime— no, a jingle like a bell sounds above her. Marinette breathes deep. She can do this.

"I miss you," she starts. "When I'm out here with you, there are no words. You lifted my spirits without knowing it and you dried tears when you didn't see them. You're a dear friend. More than that even, and I was insanely happy when Manon said you were looking for me. You can't know what it meant to me.

"But then I—" she chuckles "—I think I am in love with this guy who isn't you and it's really surprising. He's a dork at times, and a bit of a jerk, but he stole away everything I was ready to give you." She has to pause because she's rambling and probably revealing too much but it feels like a door closing. Like she has to tell Chat otherwise it's always a question of what-if but she doesn't want doubts.

"You're an amazing singer, I'm sure you know, but it's going to stay with me forever. A chip of my heart that has to sing with you to feel part of a whole. My name is Marinette, by the way. I only know you by Chat Noir, but at least if you still want to be friends, you can find me anytime." [gotta get this part right/revisit]

He's quiet. At least three minutes of silence and her hoping he does something, anything. Now that he knows her name, that she bared herself, maybe everything would be easy now. Friends, at least. The night sky fades from twinkling hope to an overshadowing doubt. Her small space on that balcony seeming insignificant in the space of tense silence. He doesn't do anything and all that's left is the crack in her chest and embarrassment in her throat.

"Oh," she whispers to herself. "I'm really sorry, Chat." She can't imagine why Chat would be mad enough not to respond but maybe that's the issue. She doesn't know him at all but it still hurts like hell.

She hears a definitive clack upstairs, someone else closing their balcony door and she's blinking back a tear. A past her losing something she was holding onto. When her door closes, taking the familiar cold winter air with it, the warmth in her home feels stifling, like it's choking her. But it's just the tearing clogging her throat and she feels so dumb being so sensitive, already trying to shake off the tiny drops.

Three loud bangs hit at her door and she her heart jolts. She roughly wipes at her face, sure that she looks like a puffy mess over nothing.

She opens the door and it's Adrien. Her Adrien, bright and kind, whom she just admitted she loved while cutting off part of her heart. He looks like he ran downstairs and she bets he sees her red eyes in an instant. He reaches forward and wipes below her eyes like he couldn't believe its there.

"Why were you crying?" he asks.

She doesn't want to dwell on that. She doesn't want to think how she lost Chat, she only wants to remind herself who she loves now. "It's nothing. Something unimportant." She grabs the side of Adrien's face and tugs him into the entryway, he kicks the door closed behind him.

He doesn't look like he believes her at all but the hand on his face sends electric pulses to her heart and it's beating so fast to burst.

"If it made you cry, it matters to me." His voice sounds strained, a bit on edge, but she doesn't want to care right now.

She pulls him down to capture his mouth, soft as first and wanting to coax him for more. She wants to drown in him tonight, forget the world but him.

He pulls back for a second, licking his lips and brows furrowed like he's struggling to think straight. "No, no, wait, I have to tell you-"

"It can wait," Marinette breathes and pulls him down again.

Between kisses he's still trying to talk. "It's important, and I should've-"

She shoved a leg between his legs and he became silent instantly.

Adrien's eyes got soft and he goes in for a soft kiss. "Marinette," he murmurs. Then he's capturing her lower lip and sucking it. Her tongue lashes out, immediately wanting more. "My Mari. My lady."

Then he takes her again and again throughout the night until she can't remember ever loving another person in her life.

—-

[Scene II- Alternative to answering the door]

It's Adrien. His hair is disheveled and eyes wild like he ran down there, He's holding a small instrument, which Mari realizes is a ukelele.

"What are you doing?" She starts smiling around her crackled throat and moves to the side so he can walk-in.

When she turns Adrien is sheepishly smiling. "Something I should've done sooner." Then he loops around her waist to give a kiss. It's slow, sweet, and curls her toes. They've had many kisses before but this one feels like more. Like pushing Chat from her heart unlocked the last bit to enjoy loving Adrien more. He pulls back when she's ready to escalate their kiss.

"I love you, too," he whispers and Marinette has to blink multiple times, her eyes widening and a red flush rising to her face.

"Y-you heard— "

Then he strums the ukulele, progressing in a smooth transition of rings in a style she heard many times before.

Say nighty night and kiss me, just hold me tight and tell me you miss me, dream a little dream of me.

In other words, I love you. Fly me to the moon.

You're just too good to be true, can't keep my eyes off of you, you're like heaven to touch, but I love you so much. Now that love has arrived, I thank god I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't leap my eyes off of you

"Cause I love you, baby, and— if, if it's quite alright— " she joins with him, as she was always compelled to do, but now she's sobbing out right. He was here, this whole time, as perfect, no more perfect than she imagined. She didn't guess it at all.

Maybe she thought it couldn't be that easy, maybe because he's an Agreste, maybe it's because she didn't mind falling all over again.

"You knew it was me," she says. He stops playing and she continues. "This entire time you knew."

"I didn't. Well, not until after Chloe."

She scrunches her face putting the pieces together than looks at him in horror. "You thought I was Chloe!"

"Not the best detective work, but technically Plagg's fault."

"But…Chloe?"

"To be fair, I was attracted to you the first moment we met and dating her didn't mean anything."

"But I don't—" She sighs. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? If you knew and I said I was waiting…"

"I wanted to see if you could like me. After the mistake with Chloe, I didn't think you would care if Chat showed up or not but Adrien was there and— Mari, it was impossible to stay away from you."

"Well congratulations, stupid cat."

"What?" He looks panicked, wild eyed.

"You made me fall for you twice. And you have a lot to make up for." She kisses him, absorbs him, feels him, accepts him.

"Let me love you, Marinette," he mumbles between her desperate kisses. "Please, let me."

"My kitty. You stupid underhanded cat. You found me."

#marichat #adrinette #ML #balconyau #storytime #writing #and I've written part of the karaoke bonus scene I promised but aw man its hard to come back LOL #i'm questioning why I even need to write it #I guess for the short fluffiness

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Yes, It’s All About You (in Writing, Anyway)

I recently noticed that in every one of my novels—five of them now—there’s at least one “letter scene.” Sometimes two. These are scenes where we watch someone write a letter, and what is written, as well as what the character imagines writing, becomes an important part of the story. Letters fascinate me for a number of reasons, though chiefly because we tend not to write them anymore. But imagine a world where people only really spoke through letters, since in society you were carefully monitored, especially as a woman, with family members forever watching you, making sure you were doing your duty and never going too far. To speak your mind to someone you cared for could only be done in a letter, and even then, it had to be done carefully, meticulously. And once delivered, the letter was a precious object, a one-of-a-kind artistic creation that only one other person in the world possessed.

Imagine how different that is today, when even e-mails are never private. We never possess the actual first draft of someone’s thoughts. Being able to see someone’s handwriting and imagine the pressure they placed on a specific word or letter speaks as loudly as the letter itself. In short, to write a letter was to escape from the strictures of society and speak unfettered, truly naked before one other person, be it a friend, a lover, a parent, or a child. You could act, you could quibble, you could even lie in a letter...but it was so much easier for the reader to see the truth.

Since I write fantasy set hundreds of years ago in an alternative past, letter writing is how my characters see the world. In many of the great novels of the past, letters frame an important moment for the characters—think of Elizabeth Bennet’s letter from Darcy in Pride and Prejudice or more humorously, the letter delivered to Malvolio in Twelfth Night. We love these meta moments in fiction, allowing us to read a character in the act of reading, or even better, envision a writer writing about a character themselves trying to put words on a page. As writers, many of us enjoy this, too, since it reflects our own frustrations and doubts about writing. We want to see our own creations struggle with the same problems we do, since they are, in a sense, versions of us. We want to see them cross out words, not find the right words, or not be able to write at all. Perhaps we merely want our characters to suffer the same hell they put us through?

Or should I say, I want to see this, since my books are fundamentally pieces of my own autobiography. So often when I’m writing, there are two kinds of passages: (a) passages that move the story along in some fundamental way and (b) passages that allow me to look at myself in a mirror. The letter scenes are exactly that, and I dash them off like nobody’s business. No Writer’s Block here, just sheer fun and inspiration. The “a” passages are much harder to write and I tirelessly revise them, often losing inspiration in the process. Of course, this begs the question: if the “b” passages are more autobiographical and so much easier to write, are they really all that good? Are you merely indulging in some shameless diary entries or budget psychoanalysis? After all, everyone has an equivalent to my “letter scenes” where they get to indulge in subject matter that is the verbal equivalent of a warm bath. You sink into the words and lose yourself in a bliss of self reflection/satisfaction.

I would argue that every novel (or any kind of writing) needs both passages, “a” and “b.” Maybe a little more of “a,” but the “b’s” make the story. Because a story without your unique stamp as a writer and thinker is no story at all. You have to play to your strengths as a writer and know what motivates you and allows you to get inside the mind of your character(s). The powers-that-be always say, “write what you know,” but that doesn’t necessarily mean “write about someone like you in a place like the one you live in,” etc. It means write about the things that make you excited about the world around you; those things that make you understand your fellow man and woman; the ideas that make character seem alive rather than cardboard cut-outs or convenient tropes. For that reason, a letter scene in my novels helps me ground my characters and truly talk to one another—and quite often, discover what they really want and who they truly are.

In my novel, The Winged Turban, the main character is trapped in an earlier time and appears there as the spitting-image of another character’s lost love. Clearly, she is not this woman, and yet everyone is convinced that she is, to the point that she begins questioning who she is, too—all the more so, that she begins remembering shards of the centuries-deceased woman’s life. She eventually allows herself to believe that she could, possibly, have a life with Charles, but only if such a life is based on the truth; he has to know who she is, or was, if they can ever mean anything together. How could she tell him this? Through a simple conversation? A series of them? Or...a letter?

The Crystal Ball by Waterhouse, 1902. I caught myself here, since I knew I was falling back on my old bag of tricks. And yet, this is what made the story exciting for me: that a woman who was falling in love had to convince herself, and the man she loved, that they weren’t fooling each other. That they could actually see one another for who they were, rather than what they might have been. The story became much more personal for me at this moment, since I understood what she wanted and why she couldn’t let herself have it. So I wrote a letter, probably the letter I, myself, would have written in her shoes. But I did it in her voice, and the result is pasted below, and I continue to think it one of the more successful parts of the novel:

[From Chapter 32]

Beatrice slumped against the wall, feeling trapped in more ways than one. In her mind she had already written most of the letter; the question would be which parts to leave out.

Dear Charles,

You once dropped a glove to catch my heart. You caught it: I gave you everything a young girl could give, all her dreams and secrets. I think this letter is my own glove, what I fear to give voice to and can only place in a letter. Read this before you see me again, and if your feelings still hold, then I will try to accept myself as Isabella, though I fear I can never be what she was for you.

Here is the truth: I am a married woman from another land. Married by contract, of course, but married nonetheless. I am the Duchess of a great estate, of a great family. Though the match was never consummated, it is only a matter of time, and I must do my duty. Should I return, I would have to be his wife, the wife of a man I’ve only met once and can scarcely recall in my head. I would have to forget everything I am and hope to be, and of course everything I’ve seen and experienced with you.

But what if I didn’t return? What if I stayed here and forgot who I was and who I married? Would you accept me? Would you hide me? Would you help me forget? Of course you could never forget, and by coming here I am breaking my vows, shaming my family and offending the gods. I would never be accepted in the world to come. But I would risk that, if only to be here with you. Even if I only lasted a year, that year would be worth an eternity of whatever followed. Because I could remember that once upon a time someone loved me and claimed me for his own. I would do this. But I can’t ask this of you.

And yet I am asking you. I don’t dare ask it to your face, so I write it here, for you to find when I am gone. I hope you will pick it up, but if not, you’ve already given me a glimpse at a beautiful life, one I will carry with me forever, whether I’m Beatrice or Isabella. I await your answer...

Beatrice shuddered at the thought of writing it all down. No, she could never do it. He would never agree.

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brokenwandsrpg · 7 years

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Welcome to Broken Wands Roleplay, Gabe! The background you’ve concocted for Remus is fascinating and I’m so glad you’ve decided to explore this take on the werewolf myth here with us. Check out this page for what to do next and let us know if you have any questions. We’re thrilled to have you come play with us!

OOC INFORMATION:

NAME & PRONOUNS: Gabe, she/her/hers!

AGE: 19

LANGUAGE: My first language is (Brazilian) Portuguese and sleepy grammar mistakes are a real struggle occasionally, but I’ve been writing in English for a really long time now.

EXPERIENCE: melancolialunxr is a little bit of an oldie because I went into hiatus for a long time here but, it still has some of my favorite pieces I’ve written in the hp verse, so it’s what I have to offer. I’ve been writing in tumblr rp groups for over five years now, but I have a habit of deleting my character accounts (because I’m lame and paranoid).

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Right now I’m on break and at my parents’ house, which means I can come online only at night when I’m left alone, but I’m usually lurking on my phone obsessively all day every day. School starts on February 20 for me, so while that means I’ll have papers and projects to do as classes pick up, I’ll also be back in the comfy loneliness of my apartment, so I’ll probably write more then.

ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANT TO TELL US: Sometimes the millennial fetus in me comes out and I type like an asshole but I swear I mean well. And also, of course, if at any point there were any headcanons that don’t make sense or just don’t apply to this world, just hit me up and I’ll be glad to change them!

DESIRED CHANGES:

About the character? Some tweaks were made here and there regarding his past history, but your part of the bio was kept intact!

About the world-building? Nope!

About the game? Nope!

Alternative faceclaim? Okay, so honestly I was thinking of Reece King. I know there’s like a joke about him being in every fancast of every fandom ever, but I genuinely had forgotten about him until halfway writing this bio and everything sort of clicked so nicely for me when I put it together. I also know he doesn’t have that naïve boyish look, but if I’m correct he’s 22 currently, which isn’t that far from Remus’ age of 16/17, and in my defense he does look generally older in photo shoots and professional pictures, but he looks younger when he’s more natural. So I don’t know, I’ll let you be the judge of that, I know everyone has different views for different characters, I just think he’d be a really interesting addition to the part. But anyway! I also had in my list Dajé Barbour, who has less resources but still could make do. I also had picked up Jackson Hale’s name, but I wasn’t able to find any resources of icon or gifs of him, so that’s just upsetting. Let me know any thoughts? I’m always open for suggestions, too! [I think you’ll probably have the best luck with Reece King due to resources, and while he looks a little old for this Remus he also has a delightful face and a viable range of imagery -- and anyway, the books talk about Remus looking prematurely aged anyway, so why not? All joking aside though, he seems like he’ll make a fine fc and we’re happy to accept that change.]

CHARACTER BASICS:

NAME: Remus John Lupin, originally named at birth Remo João and changed eventually for convenience – a request from Lyall once they took the baby in. Hope always has and continues to call him Remo, as an attempt to maintain alive his origins. Currently, after the incident and ever since he’s been hiding from the Witch Hunters, if anyone dares ask he’ll introduce himself as John, just to play it safe. “Remus” isn’t exactly a common name, and he’s afraid if it falls on wrong ears, he might get taken back to them and punished for what he’s done.

BIRTHDATE/AGE: I believe he’d be 16/17? I’ll keep his birthdate as the canon one, March 10th.

BLOOD-STATUS: Muggleborn, werewolf.

GENDER & SEXUALITY: Remus hasn’t had a lot of time to think about affection. He grew up always feeling like the odd one out of the bunch, and while his parents taught him all love was equal, they also taught him to stay guarded and be cautious around other people. What he should or shouldn’t say, what he could or couldn’t show, his emotions were always very restrained. Lyall and Hope meant well, of course, it wasn’t an easy world out there for a werewolf who not even wixes understood, and it was only a matter of safety that he kept his walls up high. He is very much bisexual and cis-gender male, and while deep down he knows that, if anyone really cared enough to ask, they’d be met with a babbling, blushing mess of a boy who couldn’t quite put into words how he felt about people.

WAND/ETC: Hope let the boy keep his father’s wand once Lyall passed away, but Remus doesn’t know what to do with it. In fact, most of the time, he feels like the thing doesn’t even want to be with him at all. His mother was never able to teach him any magic, and so he carries the thing around like an amulet, tucked into his waistbands or shoved into his socks. The Hunters only wanted to use his wolf side as a weapon of mass destruction, as otherwise the slim, frail boy wouldn’t be of much use to them, so they never gave him any other weapons. Remus is not much of a fighter, and since he’s trying to go by unnoticed for the moment, he doesn’t see the need in carrying anything of the sort around.

APPEARANCE: Standing at 6’2” after a growth spurt that didn’t quite come with a manual, Remus still finds himself unable to fit into awkwardly long limbs ever since puberty hit him. He can often be seen running into doorframes with his shoulders or knocking things over with his pointy elbows. He’s slim in nature, his skin is dark, and he’s given up on taming his hair by now, it just does what it does. His eyes are a light hazel color, but you wouldn’t be able to tell, as they’re always either hidden by thick black sunglasses, or squinting in discomfort at the presence of light. Remus was raised wearing muggle clothing; he doesn’t think of style so much as simplicity and comfort, so his closet consists of many piles of almost identical gray sweaters, with the exception of one or two colorful T-shirts, and three of the same pair of jeans.

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

FAMILY: Lyall Lupin (Father): Passed away when the Ministry fell, Remus only knew so much of his father before losing him. He was six, and although he didn’t quite understand death just then, he felt the pain of his mother, who would cry when she thought he wasn’t listening. Despite only having very few memories, Remus holds the image of his father very dear to his heart, knowing he owes his life to the man. Hope Lupin (Mother): Ever since the tragedy, Remus grew very close to Hope, as she was the last piece of family he could hold onto. They only had each other, and they got by precariously for a while before she had to reach out to the Witch Hunters and ask for their help. Now that he knows she could be in danger, he feels protective, and he wants to find a way to keep her as safe as she kept him all these years.

ASSOCIATES: I’d love to talk to the members about any potential association Remus might have with any existing characters, I’m open for plotting always! But right now, I think it’s important to mention the hoard of stray dogs that would constantly follow the werewolf around town, wherever he goes.

LIFESTYLE: Remus is currently hiding from the Hunters, as he’s positive no good things will come his way when they find out what he’s done, so his living situation is complicated, to put it lightly. He’s comfortable blending into the muggle world, as he was raised on it anyway, so he’ll spend most of his nights on different homeless shelters, sleeping on sleeping bags and eating canned soup. He’s not the friendliest and is hardly ever charming enough to talk his way into jobs, but people will sometimes spare him a few coins here and there, out of pity or charity (he suspects it’s actually only because people feel bad for the pack of dogs following him). However, with the full moon approaching, he’s started to grow more distant, to wander around looking for somewhere he might be able to isolate himself in peace and not bring any more harm to anyone.

PERSONALITY: RETICENT: from the moment his biological mother got pregnant to the moment the Lupins took him home, there had always been one very clear warning label clouding above his head or hanging from his neck: caution – werewolf. The muggle world was terrified of the beast, while the wixes from England didn’t quite understand his peculiarities either, due to his origins. Hope and Lyall only had the best intentions for their son in mind when they sheltered him, over-protected, taught him to be discreet. Remus was told stories of a horrible world out there, a world filled with people who would look at him with cold eyes, people who would spare him no thought, people who would flinch and cower away if he ever spoke of who and what he was. From a young age he’s learned to keep his emotions and thoughts well guarded. If he keeps them locked up inside of him, then no one can take it away, right? DISTRUSTFUL: a childhood of learning to be careful and an adolescence of learning he was only good for destruction. Lyall passed away and Hope’s only choice was to reach out to the Witch Hunters, exposing their most precious secret (his most precious secret), and what she got in return was exactly what she never wanted. The Hunters only cared for him if he killed for them; a young Remus learned quickly that he couldn’t trust people so easily – or perhaps at all. He only trusts his mother and the always loyal pack of dogs that insist on tagging along, and doesn’t dare open his mouth to anyone else about his monthly transformations. GAUCHE: Remus is clearly not a people’s person. In fact, more than once his mother had tried to work on his tact and gotten no result. Being raised as he was, he grew cold towards the world and retreated further into himself; his mother’s friends would always say that “he’s just a shy boy” and “he’ll grow out of it eventually”, but that isn’t quite the case for this Lupin. He’s not necessarily nervous or timid around people – he just doesn’t know how to connect with them. Even something as trivial as small talk and discussing the weather to him can feel like a puzzle he has yet to decipher. Communicating and socializing just exhaust him. SOFTHEARTED: however socially inept the boy may be, Remus was still brought up in a household where kindness and respect were as important as breathing. Even in his darkest days, when all he felt for the world was bitterness and loathing, Hope was there with gentle hands and sweet eyes to soothe his pain away, to remind him not all of it is bad. His own skepticism is engraved into his core, but he knows he has some of his mother in him. Remus may be tactless and distant to strangers, but he’s still humane and caring in nature. STRONG-WILLED: although detached and reserved, Remus is not, by any chance, spineless. Sure, he doesn’t often speak up in groups where he’s not comfortable to do so, and he conforms to other’s rules when he believes it’s for the best, but he is stubborn and sharp if he believes otherwise. He agreed to fitting into the Witch Hunters because he knows he’s helping his mother by doing so, but he has his own firm viewpoints that don’t exactly match theirs. His voice is not loud and his words are habitually mumbled under his breath, but Remus can be all curt disputes and sharp edges if confronted. SELF-LOATHING: assured as he might be in his beliefs, the boy doesn’t do so well in the confidence department. Perhaps if it came down only to society’s intolerance towards werewolves, he’d get by just fine – after all, he had his family. But his family was the real blow on him. He knows his father loved him, and he knows they so generously took him in when he was a baby, but he also knows his condition isn’t adding good reputation to the Lupin name. He knows his mother loves him, as she’s never looked at him with the kind of tired eyes he sometimes sees in the mirror, but he knows he’s a burden she carries. Raising a six-year-old alone mustn’t be an easy job, but raising a six-year-old werewolf when the world they know is collapsing and your husband just passed? Remus’ admiration for Hope is as vast as his self-loathing is deep. He knows her life would be easier if they had never taken him in, and he thinks she’ll always be the only one who will accept him. He’s certain keeping his distance from anyone else is the rightful thing to do, though in reality it is only fueling his hatred inside of his chest.

SKILLS/WEAKNESSES: Despite not being the most charming nor the best in fistfights, Remus relies a lot on the fact that he’s simply BOOK SMART. Not being one to go out and socialize, whenever he could the werewolf took to books. He read all the novels in the Lupin household, and when he grew up to realize what kind of world he’d face out there, he read about tactics and schemes and maneuvers, everything that could help his poor survival skills (but of course, theory and practice are very different things). Quiet and introspective, Remus may not be good at quick reactions, but he’s CAUTIOUS. Always alert, everything he says or does is well thought out, and he hardly ever acts on impulse. No amount of stealth could make up for the pack of dogs often following him. Remus seems to attract every stray dog in the neighborhood and, seeing as they think he’s the alpha, they’re insistent on tagging along wherever he goes. They’re loyal to him, and great blankets when it’s cold at night, but they’re not of much use otherwise – therefor, they can sometimes be the cause for unwanted attention, making it harder for him to blend in unnoticed. And as the lore from his origins also say, Remus is exceptionally PHOTOPHOBIC; if he doesn’t have a pair of sunglasses with him, he’s left to squint at every light source he has to face, doomed to have painful headaches in response to it.

HISTORY: Remo was born in a very small town in the north of Brazil, and his life had been condemned even before he was opening his eyes for the first time. In his country of origin, a common legend says that the seventh boy to be born after six girls is cursed to become a lobisomem: part wolf, part man. The transformation will occur in every full moon, and this werewolf will kill whoever crosses his path as he stalks around its village. It will rile up home dogs and make lights flicker and go off wherever he passes, always angry and thirsty for blood, his mind completely taken by an animalistic instinct to kill. Remo was born on March 10th, the seventh brother to six sisters. At the time, perhaps by sheer twist of fate or simply luck, Lyall Lupin was walking through the cities of South America to study the different variations of the werewolf lore and how factual or not they were. He found that nearly all of these “seventh sons” either mysteriously disappeared when very young or were filed as victims of “natural miscarriages” when still in the womb – until he found one humble family in a small town who had just had their child. He befriended them, asked to know more about the legends, and they begged him to take the child away. Remo was two weeks old when Lyall met him, and in a small town like that where religion and folklore ruled, the citizens were already planning to have the innocent boy killed. The family already had a lot in their hands taking care of six little girls, not only they couldn’t afford to have another mouth to feed, they would rather have their baby taken by a stranger into a possibly better life than have to watch him die in the hands of the intolerant population. Lyall and Hope at this time had been married for nearly two years. They were young, they had no children, Lyall couldn’t simply let this little boy behind; besides, he didn’t even know if this legend was real or if it was all this people’s mythology. He took a chance and he and Hope had always loved Remus as their own. They never once hid from him the fact that he’s adopted, and he’s never felt any resentment towards the family who gave him away, only gratitude that his father was there to take him in.

GOALS: Despite always being well aware of his history, Remus has never looked too much into the folklore of his condition – something he wants to explore. He thinks maybe if gets to the root of his very existence, he could find a cure, or maybe some kind of temporary antidote, something to help him with the transformations. He yearns to learn more about this part of himself, because he believes looking into the past will give him the answers he needs. On a more immediate level, Remus is concerned about being as incognito as he can while also trying to find a safe space to turn. He barely manages to get by on his own, but he wants to makes things right. He wants to make sure his mother is safe, he wants to keep the Hunters from hurting her at any cost, even if it means he has to risk his own safety at some point. He’s curious and he longs to learn more about this world, about his father’s work from before he passed, about this war he was dragged into, about wixes and their resistance, about everything.

WHERE ARE THEY NOW AND WHERE ARE THEY GOING?

PLANS: I’m really excited to just play this character out wherever he goes, because I think it’ll be incredibly interesting to play a Remus that may be a little bit sharper than the canon one. This Remus never had Hogwarts or the Marauders to show him that he could have friends, this is a world that hasn’t shown him compassion just yet, at least not outside of his home. I’m thrilled to write him and I hope others will like him, too, maybe? I’m curious to explore his relationship with Hope, I think he’d go a great deal of distances to keep her safe, and I think the Hunters will probably find out about that quickly. Surely they won’t let him go easy after killing one of them, so I want to see how that goes – will they find him at some point? Will they go for Hope instead? Obviously, due to Remus’ unsociable nature, I want to see who he’ll let himself communicate with. I want to see some of his walls break down and I want to see how he’ll deal with that, if he’ll feel comfortable growing attached to someone, or if it will throw him off completely. On that note, he’ll be spending this next full moon alone – how will he deal with it? Is someone, by any chance, going to see him turning and find out his secret? That could be interesting, as I don’t think he would willingly tell anyone he met, otherwise. And how would his relationship with Sirius and James be? Would they ever get along in this world? There’s also his relationship with magic in general! Lyall passed away when he was only six, so there likely wasn’t that much he could’ve taught Remus then. And Hope is a Muggle, so even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to pass onto him any helpful spells or tricks. I want him to explore this more, to try and teach himself wandless spells or maybe to try to use Lyall’s wand (which would not work out, probably). Certainly he’s read a lot about magic, but I would assume he’s a little rusty when it comes to practicing it. With him running away from the Hunters and spending most of his time roaming the streets, I really want him to see a different kind of world than the one he’s been living in for so long. I want him to meet the rebels, the wixes who are fighting against the oppression, and the wixes who are quiet about it too, the ones who keep their magic hidden like he does. I want him to find comfort, but I’m also really interested to see how other characters will take to a werewolf. This Remus is not soft or easy to be friends with, he’s comfortable in his loneliness and he is not going to reach out to change this, as he assumes everyone will only turn their back on him when they find out about his condition. That being said, I’m also not opposed to the idea of everyone already knowing that he’s a werewolf – or maybe everyone quickly finding out? I think it can go either way, it would also be interesting to see him interact if everyone knew; I think he’d be a lot more wary and even harder to reach. A loose werewolf in town clearly is no good news for anyone, so I’m excited to see how his transformation can impact other characters. If he doesn’t find a place to transform where he can be locked up or isolated, there might be some havoc coming.

INTEREST: I haven’t ventured into HP group roleplays in a while now, to be honest, usually because I can’t find one that meets all my criteria, but this one is definitely more than I can even ask for. Remus has always been a favorite of mine and last year I’ve developed this AU for him that plays on my country’s folklore and urban legends, and I’m going to be incredibly stoked if I’m able to write him for more people. A (talented and awesome) friend of mine is in this game and recommended it to me, and of course I couldn’t help myself at the opportunity to bring my beloved AU to life inside this freakishly splendid plot.

OPTIONAL WRITING SAMPLE: I feel like I’m super late with this app already and because it’s already 4am, I’m just too excited to submit it in (and too tired) to add a writing sample. I hope the app can already give you an idea of how I write? But if your heart so desires, I completely understand, just please send me a message and I’ll write it up asap!

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bangtanscenery · 4 years

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May Flowers Masterlist

As the showers settle, seeds bloom into flowers and love flows through the air. Come May, and the flowers colour the fields and the sun gives warm rays of joy.

Introducing the second part of our two-part collaborative project: April Showers Bring May Flowers.

Below the cut, you’ll find stories that’ll bloom warm feelings, written by an amazing group of artists. Be sure to also check out our April Showers Masterlist!

AEQUOREUS

written by @httpangelicjimin ~ READ HERE

BOY WITH LUV

After you graduated from college, you forgot all about Seokjin. That is, until he shows up at your high-school reunion. Will you two mend past conflicts or will you stay enemies?

written by @heyitsmeee2 ~ READ HERE

SUFFERINGS

written by @bts-poetry ~ READ HERE

KNUCKLEHEADS

Sometimes you have to work a little harder to rebuild what was broken.

written by @randomkoalablog ~ READ HERE

STRAWBERRY AFTERNOONS

in yoongi’s eyes, you were the sweetest strawberry out of the bunch and no one could tell him otherwise.

written by @kitsutaes ~ READ HERE

AMARYLLIS: THE FUTURE

written by @thebiasrekkers (Admin E) ~ READ HERE

FLORAL

written by @boywivlove ~ READ HERE

LOVE BEGINS

After waking up and discovering that Hoseok is well and alive, the two of you have to figure out why the timer on your wrists says zero. In midst of it all, the two of you have to plan your upcoming weeding, dealing with family members and friends. You and Hoseok take on the challenge and grow stronger together.

written by @namluve ~ READ HERE

WRITTEN IN THE STARS

Hoseok had always been big on supporting his friends. Thus it came as no surprise that he ended up spending his free time at Namjoon's latest buiseness venture: a little dessert cafe. He didn't expect to fall for the cute barista who always worked when he was there though.

written by @moccahobi ~ READ HERE

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES

You really want to leave a post-it behind saying something like: 'Going on a road trip with Namjoon, don't know when we'll be back.' But you're an adult, you're not petty. Except you totally are.

written by @joonsrack ~ READ HERE

SLEEP ALONE

Kim Namjoon, suspected leader of a drug ring and your recently discovered soulmate, has been arrested for the murder of two people. It’s up to you and three of his friends to prove his innocence and free him from his wrongful imprisonment.

written by @spicykoreantatertots ~ READ HERE

TEARS OF ANDROMEDA

written by @thebiasrekkers (Admin T) ~ READ HERE

BREATHE: FOR THE REUNION

Jimin’s curse is broken, allowing him to return to his own time. But there is a sense of emptiness that lingers inside of him as he readjusts to his former life. Just as things start to make sense again, he’s greeted by a face he’s longed to see once more.

written by @thebiasrekkers (Admin E) ~ READ HERE

SUNSET HEARTBEAT

written by @moonmintrails ~ READ HERE

AND MENDED HEARTS

written by @ddaenysus ~ READ HERE

PETAL TO THE METAL

written by @luxekook ~ READ HERE

A FAIRYTALE’S EVER AFTER

Three months of adventure, three months of friendship, of romance, of love found and then lost. They aren't about to let it end like that, not when their happy ending was just in reach- and if the curtain falls too early? Then they're ready to push past any obstacle in place. or Dreams have a funny way of toeing the line between fantasy and reality. Three months before one of the happiest days of your life, your graduation, you find yourself into a mysterious bookstore called 'The Magic Shop', setting off events that lead you on a rollercoaster ride. Seven men arrive into your life- and they're determined to stay, for good this time.

written by @bangtan-dreamland ~ READ HERE

A ROLLERCOASTER (OF EMOTIONS)

written by @2dreamcatcher8 ~ READ HERE

INFINITATEM VENATUS

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