#she woke up thrice already and went right back to sleep

[kuroos-babie]

im babysitting my niece right now and this child sleeps as long as there's music playing, it's amazing

#she woke up thrice already and went right back to sleep #i love it here #chiqui chats

[eirist]

I Was Made for Lovin’ You

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: M (Not really explicit but mature-themed, yes)

Note: For the Day 1 of the ZoNa Days event (at @zonamievents). It’s Zoro day… what better way to celebrate it with Nami pondering about him.

I Was Made for Lovin’ You is by KISS. I had The Umbrella playlist accompany me while writing and l’m borrowing it. Enjoy!

Summary: She can’t say she’s not amused when that supposedly innocent piece of clothing article was now not-so-innocent at all.

Nami jolted slightly, waking up from her still-not-deep slumber. She blinked a few times to clear her thoughts as well as the sleep still lingering behind her eyes.

She blearily looked around her surroundings and realized she had fallen asleep on her deck chair while relaxing with Robin on the Sunny’s lawn.

She was just talking to the archaeologist earlier right?

The navigator tilted her head to her left. The deck chair beside her was empty. She must’ve have fallen asleep in between the lulls in their conversation.

With a sigh she settled back comfortably on her chair again. She was still feeling heavy-eyed and the call of sleep was still beckoning to her.

Must be because she didn’t get any proper shut-eye last night. No thanks to a certain green-haired swordsman.

Not that she is complaining. She absolutely cannot whine about Zoro lavishing her attention—physically speaking.

But it was kinda hard to explain why she seemed to be lacking sleep once, twice sometimes thrice a week. Robin and Sanji were already noticing it and were asking questions.

Was that what she and Robin were talking about earlier before she had fallen asleep?

Another sigh escape her.

She couldn’t very well tell them that a late night tryst with their swordsman was the reason.

Hell will definitely break loose.

A commotion coming from the galley grabbed her attention. She can hear Sanji’s voice rising above a cacophony of other sounds. She strained her ears to listen if he was fighting with Zoro but he was just shouting at Luffy and whoever was with the gluttonous captain, pestering the him.

The door of the boys’ quarters opened and with a loud yawn out stepped Roronoa Zoro.

Did he just woke up?

Nami frowned.

Well… she hadn’t seen him since they went their separate ways this morning. That probably meant he slept almost the whole day off!

Talk about unfair! How come he was able to get more rest than her!

Well… he hardly had any task in the ship after all.

That’s it he’s not getting any more all-nighters more than twice a week. She needs her beauty sleep after all.

He trudged across the deck, still looking half-asleep and oblivious to her and his surroundings.

She just continued watching him from her chair and her eyes zeroed in on the sash that he was still tying around his waist.

The one damn reason why she was lacking sleep today… aside from the crazy swordsman himself.

Nami pursed her lips and stifled a groan as she remembered how steamy the night before was.

She had known long ago that Zoro was a domineering man. She shared that trait with him in all honesty. That’s one of the reasons why they clash so much.

And she got to experience first-hand just how much he can be when he wants too—especially during their private sessions.

Of course, it’s not like she doesn’t put up a good fight every now and then. Like he could really boss her around as easy as that whether inside the bedroom or out (well, in this case… the crow’s nest).

But damn, whatever has gotten into him last night and prompted him to bend her over and tie her hands on the metal plate rack in the nest using that red sash of his, took their sexual relationship into another level.

And seeing it again out displayed nonchalantly out in the open… was making her hot and breathless all over again just thinking about how he had skillfully used it to make her succumb to him.

She can’t say she’s not amused at all when that supposedly innocent piece of clothing article … was now not-so-innocent at all.

Now all she can remember whenever she sees it is how it had looked—tied around her wrists, keeping her hands together as if in prayer, unable to grasp anything to steady herself as Zoro mercilessly pounded her in so many positions she had fucking lost count as her brain short-circuited from too much pleasure.

Goddamn it. That was hot! Really, really, really hot.

And she should stop thinking about it right now. Not when he’s just a few feet away from her and can sense when she’s burning for him, the unmistakable heat pooling in her middle making her rub her feet together as if that would appease it.

How did he turn from an idiotic numbskull to a rather irresistible hunk who was so damn good in sex?

It’s just one of the many wonders of the sea they were sailing.

Stealing one last glance at that sash and the man who owns it, Nami decided it’s better to stay quiet and just let him go about with his business so she’d still have time to reminisce their sexual escapade last night while it’s still fresh in her mind.

Her eye caught the sun beginning to set down the horizon. It will be evening soon and they’ve been sailing without any trouble the whole day… she’ll talk to Franky later about anchoring the ship for the night.

Fingers snapping in front of her face made Nami jerked back slightly, startled at the sudden intrusion.

She blinked at Zoro, who was looking at her amusedly as he crouched down beside her deck chair so they were eye-level.

A pout appeared at her lips just as he asked.

“What are you thinking about?”

Nami’s eyes unconsciously darted from his face to that damned sash tied around his hips.

And a grin immediately appeared on Zoro’s face.

He leaned closer to her… so close that their noses were almost touching. His grey eye flickered all over her face, studying her. It was almost as if he would kiss here right there and then, in the lawn deck of their ship, for all their crewmates to see.

“You want a repeat of last night?” He asked and his grin widened some more at her reaction.

See? There was no way she can hide from him how she absolutely enjoyed their tryst yesterday.

“Come on Nami. I’ll tie you up again and fuck you good.” He whispered lowly on her ear.

Nami felt the heat crawl from where she can feel his hot breath against her skin.

“That’s really raunchy Zoro.”

He laughed at her attempt to call him out when they both know how it definitely turns her on.

Zoro captured one of her hands in his, his thumb rubbing over the soft skin of her wrist, studying the telltale marks left by his sash from their encounter last night.

Then his face broke into a smile. A sweet, rarely seen one, for her eyes only. “Maybe next time,” he murmured as he brought her wrist to his lips for a kiss.

And just like that Nami felt her insides exploded as she stared at him.

Now he’s not just an idiotic numbskull and an irresistible hunk. He’s also an endearing lover.

Remind her again how could she be this lucky?

“Damn it Zoro,” she hissed, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him to her for a heated kiss.

“Ah.” Zoro stopped her as a playful smirk graced his lips. “Not now when there are eyes everywhere.”

And with that he left in her deck chair with her mouth hanging open in disbelief.

Damn it all to hell! Did he just…?

She hastily vacated her chair to chase after him and give him a piece of her mind and a kick or two.

Idiotic numbskull, irresistible hunk, endearing lover…

She also forgot to add that he can be a teasing ass when he wants too.

The overall combination was too appealing and too hard to resist.

Or maybe she really is a sucker for him.

Her eyes settled again at that red sash as she hurried towards him. Zoro just reached the top of the stairs and was about to head to the galley.

A mischievous smirk pulled at the corners of her lips as she reached him.

Nami immediately hooked her fingers on that piece of clothing, stopping him in his tracks,   before pushing him against the galley’s wall.

She pressed herself on him as Zoro gazed down at her looking downright amused. She toyed with the sash, pulling at it slightly for emphasis.

“Let me borrow this later,” she murmured the request against his lips. Teasing. Seducing.  “I’ve got a favor to return in full tonight.”

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona fanfiction #zoro nami fanfiction #ZoNa Days #zona one-shots #zonamievents #zonamieventstumblr #roronoa zoro #nami

[chaeiimimi]

06 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can’t handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.

chapters: prev / next

“you know I was joking when I called you shittykawa right?” Iwaizumi asks his bestfriend who  was now in his house at 1 A.M having drinks

the ex-captain merely nodded

“then why did you act like an actual piece of shit?” Iwaizumi was trying hard, he really was trying hard to understand why the hell his bestfriend would say such a thing

“I don’t know okay? I was so nervous and- and she sounded like she didn’t want me back - I was afraid Iwa-chan!” he says groggily the alcohol finally taking a toll on him

“so you told her, you’re gonna leave them alone after two months, is your brain made out of shit too? are you out of your mind Tooru?” 

Oikawa flinched at hearing his first name from his bestfriend

“I know it’s selfish, but I just want to be happy, even for just a little while, I think they’ll be better off without me, my life-my life is crazy Iwa, you know that more than anyone else, do you think they’ll be happy if they were with me? do you think their lives would be peaceful as it is now if I will let them live with me? I can’t let them live the life I’m living now” he sounded so torn and frustrated he doesn’t know what to do

“I’m not good enough for them Iwa, I’m not good enough for her” 

“Is this about the death threats?” 

Oikawa looks at his bestfriend, eyes wide open with beads of tears forming at the side

“how did you-”

“your coach told me” Iwa says and takes another sip of his beer 

“I never asked for this, I just wanted to play volleyball” Oikawa says meekly and gulps down his beer

“I thought your fans were crazy back in high school,  they’re even crazier now huh?” Iwaizumi said in attempt to lighten the heavy mood

Oikawa opened another beer and downed it

“Are you happy with your decision?” Iwaizumi asks his bestfriend

the setter shook his head “I wanna be good enough for them, for her” 

the former ace’s lips slightly upturned

“you really are a crappy guy are you? maybe you should start with stopping yourself from drinking beer and start attending your therapy sessions again” 

Oikawa looks at his bestfriend, feeling lucky to have found an amazing companion

Iwaizumi hoisted him up and supported him in going to the guest room 

“hey Iwa-chan” 

the ace looks at his bestfriend, his left eyebrow arched 

“thank you” he says sincerely

Iwaizumi avoided his eyes “tsk why are you thanking me shittykawa? It’s pretty obvious you’re gonna end up with each other, one way or another” 

Oikawa woke up at the sound of his phone violently ringing on the bedside table, he had the worst headache he had in years, his mouth was dry beyond belief, and his body ached all over

he picked up his phone not bothering to look at the caller

he answered with a groggy “hello”

“hey Oikawa” 

his body jolted up with the sound of your voice, you sounded... sick?

“hey, did you miss me already~” despite his head-splitting headache, he still managed to say something sly, he was Oikawa Tooru after all

he could practically feel your eyes roll at the other side of the phone

“I uhh kinda need your help, If you‘re not busy today that is’ you said in between coughs

Oikawa arched his left eyebrow, it was pretty rare for you to ask for help, knowing fully well how independent you were

“no, I’m not busy today” he says getting up from his bed and making his way towards Iwaizumi’s kitchen to get some ice cold water

“great, can you look after the twins for me? I’m kind of sick right now and I don’t want my sons to catch my cold” your voice was croaky and it was very obvious that you were sick

“our” he says and taking a sip of ice cold water

“what?” you asked confused on the other line 

“our sons” he says seriously which caught you off-guard 

there was a long silence between the both of you when he cut it off

“I’ll be there in 30″ he says

you mutter a small “thanks” and ended the call

Iwaizumi entered the kitchen with his trainer uniform on

“why are you smiling like a  creep crappykawa?” the ace asks and gets himself some water

“today is a good day Iwa-chan” 

in less than 30 minutes, Oikawa was able to, aid his heavy hangover, beat the record for the world’s fastest shower, and got away from exceeding speed limit because it was 7AM in the morning

despite lacking about three hours of sleep, he was full of energy

he rang the doorbell thrice and was greeted by a very flushed face you, with a cooling pad sticking on your forehead, wearing a very over sized fuzzy hoodie which was a dress on you and a pair of mickey mouse patterned pajamas 

he smiled at how cute you were despite being horribly sick 

“It’s cold, you should probably go inside” he says and ushers you inside

you sat on the couch while he made his way to the kitchen

“have you eaten yet?” he asks and you shook your head staring at a distance

“alright I’ll cook you some porridge” 

“you know how to cook now?”

“apparently, living alone teaches you a couple of things” he says as he washes a pot

“I only asked you to take care of Haruto and Hayato” you said in as a matter of fact tone 

but he just shrugged and smiled at you “It’s part of the package bubs”

if you were only flushed earlier you were as sure hell riper than a tomato now

silence engulfed the both of you, you weren’t facing him so you could only hear the sound of kitchen utensils

“Himari will get mad if she hears about this” you said out of the blue

“Oh don’t worry about her, she’s not my girlfriend, besides, I already have someone I like” 

you swallowed thickly, a little sting making it’s way to your heart

“that’s good for you then” you said trying to mask the bitterness in your voice

“trust me, it’s even better for you” he says with a light chuckle which made you confuse

I apologize for this short update, I just finished four exams and my brain is all mush hehe, I hope y’all liked this chapter. Reblogs and Comments are very appreciated and just comment, dm or ask me if you guys want to be tagged on future chapter updates. Stay safe babes<3

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#oikawa x y/n #oikawa tooru x reader #dad!oikawaxreader #oikawa tooru #Haikyuu! #haikyuu fanfiction #Haikyuu x reader

[muffindaddystyles]

Okay but vamp!harry x reader where the reader goes for a late night walk alone because she’s feeling anxious (Harry tries to insist on coming with but she says no) but soon he can sense somethings wrong and goes to look for her and finds her in a dangerous situation! I need protective vampire Harry 🥺

Disclaimer: Reader with ADHD, Vampire!H x fem!reader, cock warming.

Harry's been doing humanly things. Moreso trying for his little human whom he doesn't want to dissapoint when she's making ećlairs or pop tarts for him and all he knows is to eat them despite of being a helping hand. His fingers are magical —--- they relax her in the most livid way while he's feeding from her. Honestly, it's all she wants. Her making sweets for him and him pleasuring her in the most bizarre way.

But. Sometimes she get's emotionally exhausted that the physical activities looks like breaking a mountain for her and all she does is snuggle under the snoozy layers of her childhood blankets cuddling her cat to calm her down.

Now her tranquility is Harry.

It's one of those days. She's been feeling like a failure. An utter dimwit for not getting what's happening in her sociology class, why her neighbours are always grumpy with her and why she isn't able to study anything. It's depressing her.

Harry never left her side. She's like a honey gooed all over him not even letting him bring the pizzas he ordered for them, "Don't!" She squeaks in a weak voice catching his wrists and he sits back cupping the nape of her neck looking straight in her eyes to assure her with his whole existence, "'ey baby . . my sweet girl 'm not goin' anywhere. Delivery boy's been waiting outside -- just a mo', yeah?" He sponges a gentle kiss at her temple stroking her cheek to calm her down.

They've rented a VR receiver and alot of silver movies watching them while eating pizza. She giggles and Harry smiles goofily when he had to hit the receiver twice to make it work, "c'mon you should know how all of this work old man." He strides towards her pulling her up with armpits into his embrace and tickling hard.

"Old man huh!? Ol' ma —" He pretends to eat her whole and she squeals between her laughs, "'m sorry you're my man!" Huffs smugly giving her a breather and pecks her not twice but thrice. If he could kiss her all day. He would. She's his human. It surprises him sometimes when he's alone with his thoughts. He loves her to fucking bits and pieces.

When she's like this everyone and everything feels outta her reach. As if they're miles away from her and she's standing in barren cold. In the amidst of sappy movie she shrinks closer to him stuffing her face into his ribs wounding her leg around his abdomen and he makes her feel warm wrapping his arms around her to push her up on his thigh. Snapping his gaze down at her when the lil sniffs of her reached his ears, "What's wrong kitten . . . hurts to see ya like this baby. Love you so much." He never fails to promise that he loves her to core.

"'M jus . . . thinking tha –-- that when I'll die you'll be still here 'n . . . 'n y'would get so lonely." She hiccups without a break, "Dunno. Can't stop crying 'm sorry." She gives out an ugly sob into his chest. It's breaking his already feeble heart. God he could scream the affection to the moon he have for this girl. In such a tragic moment all she is thinking is about him.

He cups squishes both her cheeks with his calloused palms telling her to breath with slow gestures then when she's way better speaks in his softest voice, "My baby listen to me hmm? We're never thinking of future don't wan'ye to wreck ye'r beautiful brain for stupid deaths --- secondly too bad miss Y/N 'm gonna cling to ye like leech of your nightmares." He wipes her tears away ever so caringly and gives her eskimo kisses while she giggles snorting at the end when Harry brought his big goldfish orbs in the middle to make her laugh.

"'M glad to have you." She whispers smudging her wet lips softly against his's into a heart melting blood warming kiss and Harry shushes her when she whines clutching the hem of his sweater, "bite me? She asks politely rather than being batty as for she was being within past days rilling him upto extreme to get her neck and skin sprinkled with hickeys that turns into bites.

"Don't wanna hurt ye', lovie." He pushes her hair away peering down at her with pleading worried eyes, "you wouldn't. promise." He nods flushing her against his chest positioning her head into the crook of his neck. Making her hug him like a koala bear.

Rubs her back. Pats her hair. Sways her along him rather than the seductive warnings he used to give her. He's afraid. She's too fragile at the moment. He'd never forgive himself if something will happen to her, "'m gonna bite. Stop me if ye' don't want it o' hurts." He runs his palms at her sides making her all squirmy.

He pushes her fangs ever so gently to her sweet spot. If she's made of glass making her moan and tight her grip around him warming up his cock in his trousers. It's not always about you dumber. He scolds himself. Suckling lightly and pulling back in a pinch of moment. It's the first time he has almost pretended to drink from her. She's all sleepy in his hold. He carries her to bed and when tries to untangle himself so he could turn the telly off she whines not letting him.

Despite of these much blankets she's still feeling cold. From inside. It feels empty and she isn't liking it at all. Writhes and squirms causing Harry to ask, "ye okay there lovie'?" When she shakes her head with glassy eyes and a pout he understands.

"Cold." Is all she had to say and he's guessing the next, "in ye'r tummy?" When she bobs her head confirming he sighs softly pulling the elastic of his trousers down to free his dick getting rid of the item woving his calves with her, thighs between thighs and places a firm hand on her back moving his thumb into circles non-stop.

"Oh me lil dovlin' c'mere . . want me cock to warm ye up baby? 'S okay s' okay darlin'." He murmurs against her lips tugging at his foreskin hissing when the head of his thick cock gets pushed between their bellys due to approximty. Precome oozes from his strokes and he takes her panties off swiping his crown over her hole to lubricate her. Wounds his arm around the nape of her neck to lap at her mouth swallowing her whines and cries while sliding inside her compact walls twisting his stomach awfully, "shhh. shhh baby love. I got ya. Gonna take care of ye ---- try to sleep. I'll be waiting fo' ye in the morning." Once, situating himself deep and snug inside her. He keeps on embracing her like a little baby.

Next morning though she woke up happy. Harry made her brekkie. Special smiley pancakes with heart shaped eyes from the little strawberry toppings. He really took advantage of his time while she was snoring her ass off. A peach smoothie and cashewnuts. Fed Meowsie. Gave her his morning lovin'. They had the meal together.

He helped her learn some of her course. Then in afternoon made lunch together egg fried rice and stirred vegetables Y/N went to give some of it to their neighbours. Lady Nat asked her if she's okay cause she has stopped stomping in her flat and it made her feel good, weirdly.

//

Maybe it's seasonal sadness that she couldn't get out of it. Harry's in the kitchen cleaning up shelves when he hears the rustle of carpet. He peeks from the wall to find her pooling into a big hoodie and slipping into her shoes. He frowns throwing the rag away to walk towards her immediately, "where ye' goin' lovie? Ye' okay what happened?" He runs his hands over her shoulders to her hair making her meet his eyes.

She nods squeezing his wrists, "don't worry just wanna . . . take a walk — clear my head." Hearing this he quickly moves to wear his jacket.

"'M goin' with you." He declares and she knows if that'll happen she wouldn't be able to, "No. Alone." She fumbles with the strings of her hoodie. He sighs not fond of the idea brows knighting together thumbing at her jaw with concern screaming in his eyes.

"Can I mark you then?" He asks knowing what hides in the shadows of outside; creatures evil than his entire existence. He doesn't want to make her feel like she owes him explanations for her each and every movement but gosh does it scare him to his bones. She's the only person who could make him weak into knees and a mesh of puddle at the thought of even the thorn pricking her, "okie." She cranes her neck and it still amuses him she's exactly how she was when he first met her. That gentle rose under the moon meant for Harry to care and water with love.

After adorning her with a crimson mark and little peck he tugs her closer hooking his nose to her hair taking a good sniff of her cocoa scent, "keep your phone in ye' hand and don't walk through the cherry street." There's nothing there but stray dogs that she's afraid of. It's better he advises her.

"Ai. Ai captain!" She salutes him stomping her feet and he chuckles kissing her cheek wet-ly, "Go before I change me mind."

//

He wanted it not to creep it to his mind but it's not helping AT ALL. He's been restless and it's been fifteen minutes since she has left. He's sitting sunk into sofa with Meowsie snuggled under his chin while he shakes his knees, cracks his knuckles, combs his hair and groans into his palms. In short throwing tantrum like a toddler missing her already and constantly worrying about her. Something doesn't feel right at all. That gut wrenching horror of losing her biting him alive.

He mutters a fuck it going to look for her and bring her back home. He was right. He has always been. Good at instincts. For fuck's sake. He's a vampire!

Y/N was walking along the path which's the lead way to a park when a dark vibe gloomed over her head. The next she knows is she's being pinned to a wall with demonic eyes snatching at her soul: it takes her breath away outta horror.

"No wonder why Harry kisses the earth you walk on." He chuckles darkly accent an old Scottish and she gulps eyes stinging with tears, "I would to . . if I get to drink such sweet ripe blood." Her eyes widens when his fangs pokes out from his gums glistening under the lamp light.

She tries to kick him in balls to get rid of his painful grip when an angry growl echoes towards them loudly and the person who had her trapped wooshes from her sight in a bolt to ground making her shriek.

"She's not a fuckin' feeder stay the fuck away from her!!" Harry grits spitting venom. Choking the person under him, "tol' ya she's my girl and I'll shred everyone alive if they'll even breath in her direction." She has never seen him this furious. Tone harsh and snappy she never heard coming from him it makes her cry.

He had warned his fellows when the news of him spread that he has bonded to human. But well they've thick skulls.

The man under him just smirks pushing him away and coughing into his elbow standing up. "Whatever thought sharing is caring, Styles." Harry glares him resentfully. Fisting a punch at his side but stables himself when a dainty hand wraps around his fingers clutching tight.

He turns ducking down to her level cupping her cheeks and tries to examine her for any kind of injury, "ye' okay? Did he hurt you? Tell me and — " she rubs her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie shaking her head vigorously.

"No. 'M fine sorry should've listened to you." He puffs out a breath of guilt letting his forehead fall against her's, "don't be sorry -- it's none of ye'r fault baby."

"Glad you're safe." He whispers hugging her with the sway of bodies, "I love you." She tells him honestly tip-toeing to kiss him and it unfortunately reaches his silky jaw only.

"And all the things you do for me." He grins down at her. He lives on praises. The cheeky bastard.

"How about eatin' ice-cream while taking swings in the park?" He intertwines their hands warmly kissing her knuckles and she quips excitedly, "sounds great!"

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AN: idk why read more button isn't working sorry for the bug.

#harry styles smut #anon request #harry styles one shots #harry styles blurb #harry angst #dom harry #harry styles vampire smut #vamp!h #vampire harry

[khaleesiofalicante]

PART 3

ITS'S HERE BITCHES

what...what do you mean trails to sit through...

JACE YOU BROKE YOUR ANKLE???

100 bad days is a good song...

“Jace, you broke your leg thrice this week,” his wife pointed out.

JACE WHAT

omg he wants to go to the silent city...

bitch why are you pulling a will?

“Didn’t you go to the silent city last week because you had, and I quote, ‘cramps from mother-effing hell’?” Jace asked.

“Shit hurt,” Clary shrugged.

“Babe, you weren’t even on your period,” Jace chuckled softly.

“It really bothers me that you know my menstrual cycle better than I do,” Clary mumbled.

THEM JUST LBAF CLACE IS A DIFFERENT BRAND

I swear I love these two so much

oh Selena's there, isn't she?

PULL A WILL

It had been a little more than a week since they had returned from Edom.

That’s just a thing they said these days.

ah yes. a normal Friday

omg David head of ny institute soon

im so proud of him

prince of hell Magnus is so fucking hot

LISTEN I AM A SIMP OK?

im sorry powers by who now?

THESE FUCKING ANGELS CAN FUCK OFF

omg Lexi fly

omg omg omg

that's so cool

The girls had marched into hell despite being so young because they had felt the need to save the world – to save their family.

Of course, Jace knew his children would have done the same, with or without the powers.

That’s the kind of people they were.

The kind of people he and Clary had raised.

my heart is so full right now

just them

they are so

omg

“You can’t keep breaking your leg,” Clary said again. “If you keep breaking the same thing, people will get suspicious. You need to break different parts of your body.”

I AM SO IN LOVE-

CHOPIN OMG HE'S STAYING WITH THEM

“This is the seventh stele you have broken this week,” David pointed out. “I’ve been getting complaints from the Adamant Citadel.”

David is back like omg

he's back

“Chopin says you broke your leg,” David said incredulously. “Again!”

“Chopin,” Jace gasped. “I thought we were bros!”

CHOPIN BESTEST

I accidentally closed the lbaf tab...

ok it is back

omg he's growing up

not just in height

my heart

“Papa,” David said softly.

Jace’s heart did a little backflip.

It still wasn’t used to hearing that.

He hoped it will never get used to it.

“Mama,” David said gently.

Clary sighed a little at that – as if David hadn’t just said a word but had recited poetry.

GASP

THEM JUST THEM

David speaking french omg

HUSUYUYKFDH LEXI-

I SWEAR-

He felt something awful was going to happen any moment – the way it had every day for the last two weeks.

It was hard to believe and accept that everything was okay now.

this! this feeling.

the restlessness

omg he went to alec

I FUCKING SCREAMED INQUISITOR

INQUISITOR

Anjali had come into the role with a unanimous victory. Everyone – literally everyone - in the Council had voted in favor.

Jace wasn’t sure if they did it out of respect or fear. But either way, good for the nephilim.

as they fucking should

there is so much tension and not the good kind

What happened with Belial.

That was a nice way of summarizing the fact that their home had temporarily been turned into a hell dimension.

ah yes.

I snorted

THE WEREWOLVES WHAT

how-

why-

what

He had thought the bad days were over.

But bad days didn’t go away. They just took a break.

And they come back when you least expect them.

so you kick them in the face and wrap a blanket around yourself for a few moments mentally and then you deal with them

“They lost their entire family,” Anjali said in an even tone. “People do questionable things when they are grieving.”

oh.

yeah. they do

the werewolves are looking to pin their pain somewhere

“Already taking his side over mine, huh?” Alec asked with a small grin.

“I’m taking the side with the most sense,” Anjali replied. “Neither of you have a lot of that anyway.”

Anjali be stating facts

I love every interaction of theirs

“Okay, that was some good shit,” Jace said after they woke up from their nap.

me after sleeping for 12 hours during vacations

I once slept for 24 hours after 2-3 days of all-nighters during exams

it was supposed to be a study break before our history and smth else exam

aww they are cooking together

ISABELLE

“We two are parabatai,” Jace pointed out.

“You two are assholes,” Izzy corrected.

I want pasta now

so what if I attempted to make spaghetti right now...

it's 12 57 am

I am not very good with pasta

except for ramen

Alec served three plates and they ate in the kitchen as Izzy spoke to them about a pasta recipe that sounded like it required a trip to the silent city afterward.

I would eat whatever Isabelle lightwood served me I am a goner for her

oh my god they are all exploring Idris

I forgot Rafael and max were only there once when they were little and the rest have never been there...

it's a story to them

I wanna give Jace a hug

get here bitch

oh fuck trials

alec what is it?

SO WE DONT GET TO KNOW IT GREAT

it involves Magnus

sort of idk

WAIT BITCH YOU RETIRING??

I am chugging water nervously

THESE THREE OMG I LOVE THEM

Alec pulled him closer then. “Don’t worry about Selena. She’ll come back you.”

Jace hugged Alec tightly. “She will, right?”

“She will,” Alec promised. “Just like David. Just like Lexi. Just like my Rafael.”

yes, she will. and if the other sh try to hurt her I will, as my British friend likes to say, club them over the head with a shovel

Isabelle you ok??

baby Abigail...of course

hiding my notebook wdym I had already made headcanons about her?

“We are sorry,” Jace said again. “Jonathanina would have been great. Just like Georgia.”

“I would never name my baby that, Jace,” Izzy rolled her eyes.

“Alec?” Jace asked hopefully.

“If you want it, do it yourself,” Alec said cheekily.

Jace, I love you but Jonathanina is an awful name

no offense to any jonathanina out there

is this even a real name?

I SEARCHED IT UP AND A LINK TO YOUR POST CAME UP I CANT-

this post came up

He hoped everyone saw his children that way – not as soldiers or freaks or angels.

But as who they were.

As children.

YES

EXACTLY

“I got you,” Alec said simply. “No matter what happens, I got you.”

i had to sit there for a second with this

them. just them

ALSO BABY ABIGAIL SOON

therapy ah yes

But he felt that shadowhunters turned their noses up at therapy because they did not appreciate nephilim asking for help from mundanes.

Every time they had a problem, it always led to a shadowhunter’s superiority complex.

This was exactly why they needed therapy!

stupid fuckers

except for some ofc

im so glad Jace chose to continue with therapy

seriously these bitches need it

“You can’t help anyone if you don’t help yourself first,” she said then. “Focusing on your own recovery and making yourself a safer and healthier person would make you a better support system for your children.”

dude this is so important

“It’s not easy,” she said gently. “To be the one who takes care of everyone.”

Jace looked up at that.

“Sometimes, Jonathan, it is the most self-sufficient who require the most help,” she smiled. “Because they have no clue how to ask for it.”

yeah. these people are the ones we need to check up on most

like rabbits

Ok bad example

but my point is

when rabbits are sick or hurt they don't express any signs and often live with the pain until it becomes visible like blood or change in their feces

now I am going on a rant about rabbits

but I remember reading up about rabbits because I was adopting two

ok this is getting weird

let's move on I don't know how to make a point

“Just check in with him every once in a while,” she suggested. “Remind him that you are there. That’s all you need to do.”

!!!!!!

Y'ALL SHE GAY

THE THERAPIST IS GAY

Also, seo-jun wanting Jace to model for her ahhhh

“Sometimes people don’t need therapy. They need love. They need validation,”

and sometimes that is enough.

god I loved this whole scene

JHUIYDUIHDCUHID HE'S AT THE SILENT CITY

Selena baby no

nope get up we're going to the beach

im sorry that was the first thing that came to my mind

she has always wanted to help

FUCK YOU BELIAL

She had always been that way.

Always making tea for people who were anxious.

Always bringing food for people who were hungry.

When someone was feeling down, she was there, trying to make them feel better.

god i am going to cry

aww she loves the silent brothers.

Jace remembered Selena running to the greenhouse and making a flower bouquet for Brother Enoch to thank him.

“They are amazing!” his little celery had told him. “They can heal people! They are like superheroes. But cooler!”

oh my god

I love her so much

“Because whatever said and done, you loved Michael,” Jace said softly. “You lost someone you loved – in more ways than one. You must allow yourself to grieve.”

god this hurt

this hurt a lot

“Love didn’t hurt you,” Jace whispered. “Someone who didn’t know how to love hurt you.”

this...this was a journey for him too and seeing him here just

LEXII

He was wearing a black t-shirt that said, ‘Property of Max Lightwood-Bane’. Jace chuckled at that.

if my future partner doesn't do this then what's the point?

“Uh,” David said. “It’s sort…fan mail?”

FANMAIL UIHSDUYIDSCUIHDF

I got cookies

“I don’t understand, papa,” David said, his blue eyes helpless. “Was I not a good shadowhunter before?”

The fucking best

“David,” Jace smiled. “There is more than one way to be a good shadowhunter. Our mandate is not to kill demons. Our mandate is to protect. And everyone does that differently. Some people do it by killing demons. Some people do it by running an institute. Some people do it by taking care of the wounded. Some people do it by learning and teaching. You are a better shadowhunter than most people I have seen. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

^^^^

oh yes Coraline

“Hey,” Jace said. “Shadowhunters often let their last name decide who they are. You don’t have to do that. You’re David. Nothing more or nothing less. Okay?”

YES

“I want to as well,” David bit his lip. “I don’t know…I don’t know if she would respond – or care. She left for a reason. What if she doesn’t want me to be a part of her life?”

“Then that’s her choice and we must respect it,” Jace said. “I don’t know what she will do, David. All I know is that anyone should be lucky to have you in their life in any capacity. So, for her sake, I hope she writes back.”

or you know stalk her online, find her location and email and phone number and call her

“Yeah. She is one of us, babe,” he smiled. “We are a tough bunch.”

oh yeah that's for sure

He was someone who was no longer afraid of loving or being loved.

He wasn’t afraid anymore.

He wasn’t afraid of love.

He loved and he loved and he loved.

And he was so loved in return.

It was okay.

He was okay.

dude this has me so emo

if all the chapters end like this I might have a serious problem

just his growth and recovery is so inspiring just him

I cant believe this is the last time we'll see his pov

omg

I am mailing him some of these cookies. I loved this so much

I love love love reading your thoughts. They are funny and fascinating and so shrewd.

I think I can speak for all of us when I say I'm not the only one who loves your live blogging ;)

Thank you! And yes! Cookies for everyone.

ps - no pressure but may I have a snippet from the rwrb au pleasE?

#lbaf #evie boo thang

[mr-lancers-english-class]

Second and last part of Phic Phight 2021!

Full text below the cut. Warnings for swearing and some drinking mentions.

Mary Baker had a list. She kept it in the back of her calculus notebook. It had started as a joke, something to amuse herself with any time differential equations or taylor series got to be a bit too much. In her three years at uni, it had evolved into a full-on conspiracy theory.

Somehow, despite the multiple thousands of people who went to her school, Mary had had a class with one Daniel Fenton every semester of her college experience. They weren’t even in the same major, but there was quite a lot of overlap between astrophysics and biochemical engineering, weirdly enough, and so every September and every January, Mary found herself walking into at least one class to find Fenton already there.

The list at the back of her calculus notebook was, in theory, very simple. In practice, it was the bane of her existence, and she was sure if she could figure out what it all meant, she’d be the youngest Nobel Prize winner in history.

THAT FENTON KID: WTF IS HIS DEAL???

Doesn’t sleep??? Ever???

Frosh roomie Jake says he always went to bed first and by the time he woke up, Fenton would already be awake

Jake is an avid partyer, joined the frat with the highest DUI rate

Jake goes to bed at 2am on a good day

Got an on-campus single soph + junior year

RA 1 Beth, says he never caused any issues

RA 2 Mac, Fenton brought them fudge a lot but only late at night

Espresso dealer knows Fenton by name and order

I have never once seen Fenton in that coffee shop when the sun is shining

LIBRARY!!!

Al says Fenton is in the library studying until like 4am when they close

Al also doesn’t sleep, testimony should be taken with caution

Climber/Boulderer/Parkour

Once twice thrice Came to class through 3rd+ story window

Calc 1: 12

History of Ghanian Art: 6

Intro bagpiping: 1 (carrying bagpipes in one arm and bag on back)

Chem 1: 4

Calc 3: 10

Phys 1: 8

Espresso dealer says Fenton chills on the roof of Smith Hall

No roof access to Smith Hall per janitors + admin

Smith Hall is in the middle of a field w/ no trees

Captain of Parkour Club

Also, founded Parkour Club

There’s like two other members and they’re both from the same tiny town in the middle-of-bumfuck-nowhere Illinois

Where tf is Fenton from???

Only does work in Spooky von Haunted Library

Racist pos can go die in a hole, I will only ever refer to that hellscape by the actual fun shit that happens there

But yeah Fenton never works anywhere else

Per Al, who works the night shift there three days a week

Checked with Greg @ SP Lib and Wren @ 28th St Lib, they’ve never seen him at their libraries

Talks to ghosts?

Per Al, has convos w/ legit nothing

Finally broke down? Wish it were me

Seems to get inspired by said convos w/ nothing

No sense of danger? There’s a better way to word that but idk man

Took 20 cr first semester, 3.8 gpa

SEE?!?!? DOESN’T SLEEP!!!

Took calc 3 with Smith

Which is the dumbest move possible, Smith grades way too hard

Also, somehow pulled an A

Parkour club

Dude ends up on top of tallest buildings on campus every week

And then fucking leans over the side to figure out how to get down wtf???

HazMat

I wrote this down like a year ago and then forgot fuck

I REMEMBERED!!!

Hazmat spill in chem lab, Fenton legit didn’t realize

Finished the lab, turned it in, walked out none the wiser

Might have drank hydrochloric acid once????

Nani says so

Normally I’d trust her, but there’s no fucking way

Def downed a whole bottle of ammonia

What, cocaine not enough for you???

But yeah chem 1

So yeah actually I believe Nani he totally drank hydrochloric acid

Bear

Oh lol yeah a bear got on quad

Fucking Fenton chased it away allll bu self

Also some jakcass had paintted it fucking brught green

lol frat boys amiright?

i’m too fucking drunk for thsi rn later mary can deal wtih the bear

Walked through a wall

Okay what the unmitigated fucking hell????

Fenton just fucking walked through a wall in the middle of the math building I swear to god

I am dead sober right now, it’s fucking noon on a fucking tuesday and he just walked through a fucking wall

Dude flies

I don’t think i was suppsed to see tihs one boys

Its kinda late lol like 4am but not toooooooo late

And i mean yeah mayeb i’m a teeny weeny bit itnoxcaded

But i stg fenton jst fckng flew

Jumped oof the top of Smtih Haal

And then jst knda hovred for a hot mnt or 2

then f*cking uh flew away

look i derw a baby star

No curses in ym bok, nope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

im gona go to slep now

he fcuking flies i cant deal rn

#i posted this to ao3 on time i swear #i just kinda forgot i have a tumblr #danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 21 #phic phight 2021

[keiyoomi]

❝ paalam❞

☾pairing: akaashi keiji x reader;

☾genre: angst

☾word count: 1,458 words

☾warning: cheating. akaashi is ooc.

☾note: i will probably rewrite this in the future. like my other works, this is unedited. will edit soon, but not this month. i think. i run out of ideas, tbh. also, i can’t write this in peace. sksksksksksksksksks. ah! if there’s anyone interested to beta read my future works, please step forward. T^T

☾currently playing on repeat: paalam by moira dela torre ft. ben&ben

“We’ll live in a house with a front yard and a backyard,” Akaashi whispered as he two slowly dance in your living room. He brought your hand to his lips before placing his hand behind your back. “Maybe we’ll have two or three kids who’ll be spoiled by his godparents. Especially Bokuto-san,” he added making you smile against his chest. “Everything will be perfect,” he whispered before kissing your temple.

You slammed your phone on the top of your wooden center table after reading the message he sent. ‘Why now? Of all times, why now when I’m finally healing from all the pain he had caused?’ Tears streamed down your cheeks as memories flooded your mind.

“Keiji.” Akaashi glanced at your direction before pulling you closer to him. “I hope we could stay like this forever,” you mumbled while drawing lazy circles against his arms. “I feel better whenever you’re around. You always know what to do and how to solve any obstacle presented to you.”

You looked up at Akaashi before kissing his jaw making him chuckle. “I am hoping for the same thing too. I hope that you’ll always be the first person I get to see the when I wake up.” He smiled at you before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. “And the only person I’ll be kissing every single day,” he says after kissing your temple thrice.

You made your way towards your fridge, taking out three cans of beers and your leftover pizza, before heading towards your room. However, seeing the corridor of your apartment alone made you stop. It reminded you of the worst night of your life.

You were waiting for him to arrive, to tell him about your plans. For your shared future. You were patiently waiting near the door while glancing at your phone from time to time. You sent him multiple message, asking where he is and if he’s coming home anytime soon. You even asked his friends about his whereabouts, but none of them knew where he was.

Or maybe they do. They just don’t want to tell you where he is.

Still, you waited for him to return. Not minding the fact that you’ve been skipping your classes just to see him again. But a week later, not even his shadow visited your shared apartment. Hell, he didn’t even return to take any of his things.

The next thing you knew, your world is already crumbling into tiny bits. Crushing every hopes and dreams you’ve shared with him.

Bitter tears streamed down your face as you walk towards your room. You didn’t even bother to switch on the lights before locking the door behind you. You just. . . want to forget everything about him. You just want to let go of the pain. To move on.

You wanted to see him again. You wanted to know how he’s doing after he left. If he’s doing better without you in his life. You open one of the beers and drowned yourself in alcohol, hoping that by the time you wake up, you’ll be able to escape this hellish nightmare.

But even in your dreams, he’s there.

He was wearing one of his favorite outfit that night. The night when he first went out without giving you any heads up. Akaashi arrived at your shared apartment drunk with someone from his department. They almost fell when the two of them tried to fit at the door. You would’ve laugh if you see one of his friends. You would’ve laugh with their silliness. If only. . . if only he didn’t kiss the woman in front of you.

“Who was that?” you asked while tapping his tinted cheeks. Tears stained your cheeks as soon as the woman left your apartment. “Hey, answer me, Keiji. Who was that? Why did she kiss you?” You were wiping your tears with your free hand as your left arm supports his weight. “Kei, please. Answer me,” you begged as the two of you were at your apartment’s corridor.

“Her? She’s no one important,” he responded before pushing you away from him. He made his way towards his room with wobbly legs.

You bit your lower lip before holding his arm. “Kei, do we have a problem?” you asked, your hands becoming colder every passing second. “Am I not enough?”

“I want to sleep,” he replied, unclasping your hand from his arm. “See you tomorrow.”

The following day, it was as if he forgot everything he did last night. Until it happened again and again. Until you’ve had enough of his bullshit.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” you asked as soon as he entered your shared apartment. With the same woman. Worst part? He smelled just like her. “Did I do anything that offended you? Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m tired!”

You scoffed. “And do you think I’m not? Huh?” you asked before pulling his arm. “Stop running away from me, Akaashi. We’ll discuss this right here, right now! I’ve had enough of your bullshit, Akaashi!”

“Fine!” he screamed. “Yes, I am fucking her and I enjoy fucking her!”

You let his arm go, as if you held a hot metal rod with your bare hands.

Your lips parted as you tried to breathe in. You couldn’t believe that you actually heard those words from him. You couldn’t believe that he changed this much. “Why? Why? Why?” you screamed while hitting his chest. “I’ve been loving you with all my heart for years! I gave you my everything! But you just—”

“—because you’re always busy! Always out with God knows who!” he screamed back, eyes filled with rage.

Your slapped his face with your shaky hands. “Fuck you and your stupid excuse!” You poked his chest. Your body was shaking with rage. “You know the reason why I’m always away. You know why. . .” Your fell on your knees while blubbering. “All this time. . .all this time. . .”

You woke up in the middle of the night and the first thing you did was respond to his message.

THE FOLLOWING DAY, you didn’t bother to wear anything fancy. You put on your black shirt and pants before heading to the meeting place you chose. It was easy to spot him from the small crowd. You sat on the empty spot beside him, your eyes glued to the children playing few meters away from you.

“What do you want?” you asked before he could even say a word. “Let’s cut to the chase, Akaashi.”

“I’m sorry.” You scoffed before looking away from the children, hoping to hide your emotion from him. “For all the pain that I’ve caused you. For all the lies that I’ve told you.”

You immediately turn your head towards him as soon as you hear him sniff. “I-I’m sorry you got hurt. . . because of everything I said. I’m sorry that I got scared.”

You wanted to wrap your arms around him. You wanted to comfort him so bad, but the pain in your chest kept you from doing so. You covered you bit the back of your hand, your shoulders shake in silence as your tears stream down youe cheeks.

“I-I got scared. . . I was scared to. . . to lose you.” Then, you both look at each other. “I was scared to hold you back.” Akaashi hold your hand before placing it on his cheek. “Y-You’re willing to give up everything you’ve dreamed of just to be with me.”

“That’s not your decision to make, Akaashi.” You respond between your sobs. “I wanted to be with you. I wanted you to be there when I achieve those dreams.” You lowered your head before meeting his gaze. “I wanted to make you proud of my achievements.” You harshly brush the tears on your cheeks. “I wanted to keep my promise to you back then while achieving my dreams. That I would never let you go. . .”

Images of you and him while dancing around your apartment appeared in your mind.

“That we’ll be there for each other no matter what happens. . .”

“I’m sorry that I messed up.”

You shook your head while pulling your hand away from him. “T-That was all in the past. Our past that we could no longer undo.” You forced a smile. “Maybe we could finally move forward after this,” you added, before standing up. “T-Thank you. For this closure.” You took a deep breath before exhaling loudly. “T-Thank you for loving me, Akaashi, I hope you’ll find the person who can. . . understand you better. Someone who can. . . love you with all their heart.”

AKAASHI wanted to go after you. To tell you that you’re still the only person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. But guilt hold him back from chasing you. If only he didn’t crush your heart.

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[bloody-bee-tea]

Hearsay

This is a continuation of The truth.

Life goes quite again after the Sects marched into Lotus Pier and demanded answers. Answers they didn’t get, and Jiang Cheng knows none of them are happy with that, but they are leaving him alone, and that’s the only thing that matters.

At least until an invitation for the next Cultivational Conference in the Cloud Recesses comes in.

Jiang Cheng amuses himself for a few moments by imagining how much Lan Wangji hated writing this invitation to him, and then he burns it.

He would rather not go, but seeing as he’s the Sect Leader of one of the four Great Sects he can’t really bow out of this one.

“Xiuying,” Jiang Cheng calls out and he’s not even surprised when Jiang Xiuying steps around the corner mere seconds later, as if he was just waiting for Jiang Cheng to call for him.

“Lurking much?” Jiang Cheng asks with a little shake of his head and Jiang Xiuying shrugs.

“I saw the letter from Gusu Lan. I gathered you might need something after you read it,” he gives back and sits down when Jiang Cheng motions for him to do so.

“It’s the next Cultivational Conference,” Jiang Cheng says and Jiang Xiuying nods, clearly already planning what they need in his head. “It’s in the Cloud Recesses,” he goes on, and effectively stops Jiang Xiuying.

“Oh,” he breathes out, apparently only making that connection now, and Jiang Cheng hates that look he still gets on his face, even after all these years.

“We can go with the same excuse,” Jiang Cheng quietly tells him, because he wants to drag Jiang Xiuying back there as much as Jiang Xiuying wants to go himself, which is not at all.

So far they always managed to get Jiang Xiuying out of that; the Sects take turns in hosting the conference, so they only have to come up with a lie for Jiang Xiuying’s absence every four years, and no one actually dares to ask why Jiang Cheng always shows up without his right hand.

“No,” Jiang Xiuying says, much to Jiang Cheng’s surprise. “Not after what happened here. You’re not going alone.”

“I wouldn’t be alone,” Jiang Cheng reminds him, because he will be taking someone else with him, and Jin Ling will of course be there, but Jiang Xiuying straightens up.

“No, you won’t be,” he gives back, “because I’m coming this time.”

“What if they recognize you?” Jiang Cheng asks and but Jiang Xiuying shakes his head.

“It’s been so long now; they all long think me dead. And I’m no longer wearing blue or the ribbon, I even took a different name. It will be fine,” he says, even though he does look a bit pale.

“There is no need for you to come,” Jiang Cheng tries again. “They won’t do anything—can’t really—and you know what cowards they all are.”

“But cowards get courageous when you gather enough of them,” Jiang Xiuying replies and shakes his head when Jiang Cheng wants to protest again. “Don’t bother. I’m coming.”

“You can’t order me around,” Jiang Cheng snipes back and Jiang Xiuying tilts his head in consideration.

“Can’t I?” he asks and Jiang Cheng wants to argue some more, but then his eyes fall on Jiang Xiuying’s hands and he notices how they shake.

“I don’t need your protection,” Jiang Cheng gently tells him, but Jiang Xiuying shakes his head.

“You have it anyway,” he replies and Jiang Cheng sighs.

“As do you,” he reminds Jiang Xiuying, because for all that Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to start a fight he will if anyone as much as looks wrong at his people.

“I know that,” Jiang Xiuying whispers. “It will be fine.”

Jiang Cheng doesn’t point out that it sounds more like he’s reassuring himself, and instead he lets it go.

Jiang Xiuying is stubborn on the best of days, and this is neither a good day, nor a good situation. And truth be told, Jiang Cheng would feel better with him there as well.

~*~*~

The conference goes well for the first few hours. No one seems particularly happy to have Jiang Cheng there, but everyone is at least showing him the respect he deserves.

Jiang Xiuying is a constant presence at his back, and Jiang Cheng wishes he could shield him from the sight of the Cloud Recesses as much as protect him from anyone else, but this was Jiang Xiuying’s decision to come here and Jiang Cheng has to respect it.

There was a very tense moment when they were first announced where Lan Qiren stared at Jiang Xiuying for longer than either of them were comfortable with, but he didn’t say anything. Jiang Cheng honestly can’t tell if he recognized him or not and it doesn’t sit well with him.

But even hours later Lan Qiren hasn’t called them out, and so Jiang Cheng gradually relaxes again.

“Jiu-jiu!” Jin Ling almost yells as soon as the first break rolls around and he quickly comes to Jiang Cheng’s table.

“A-Ling,” Jiang Cheng greets him, as Jin Ling sits down next to him.

“Should Jiang Xiuying be here?” Jin Ling lowly asks and Jiang Cheng gives him a small smile.

He’s glad Jin Ling seems to have the same regard for his people as he does and he just hopes Jin Ling carries that over to his own Sect as well.

“It was his decision,” Jiang Cheng gives back just as lowly, “there was nothing I could do to stop him.”

“As if you couldn’t outstubborn him,” Jin Ling grumbles and Jiang Cheng smiles in his tea when Jiang Xiuying snorts behind them.

“He can try, young master, but history has shown that he’s not very good at it,” Jiang Xiuying conspiringly tells Jin Ling, much to Jiang Cheng’s chagrin and Jin Ling laughs.

Jiang Cheng finds himself thinking that this conference might not be so bad after all, when of course Wei Wuxian walks up to his table.

Jiang Cheng looks at him for long enough to greet him, before he avoids his eyes, but it doesn’t stop Wei Wuxian from sitting down with them uninvited.

“You have to stop, Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian quietly tells him and Jiang Cheng clicks his tongue.

“Stop what?” he asks, even though he can guess where this is going.

“A girl went missing a few days back,” Wei Wuxian says, voice serious, and Jiang Cheng can just imagine the accusatory look on his face. “Coincidentally you were seen in that area during the same time.”

“So?” Jiang Cheng wants to know and Wei Wuxian makes a frustrated sound.

“What did you do with her?” Wei Wuxian asks him. “She’s barely an adult. Surely you didn’t torture her?”

Fu Zhihao is indeed only barely of age; definitely too young to be married off to a man thrice her age. Too young to be forced to uphold her marital duties. Too young to turn to demonic cultivation in her despair.

“I didn’t,” Jiang Cheng gives back, but instead of reassuring Wei Wuxian he seems to only grow more agitated.

“So you killed her immediately?” he demands to know and Jiang Cheng hangs his head as he closes his eyes.

Why does Wei Wuxian never listen to him?

There’s a reassuring hand at the small of his back, no doubt Jiang Xiuying wordlessly showing his support, and Jin Ling scoots closer to Jiang Cheng as well.

“She was pregnant, you know,” Wei Wuxian tells him as if that fact alone should have made Jiang Cheng reconsider his actions.

When Jiang Cheng found Fu Zhihao, she was no longer pregnant; she burned the child right out of her, using demonic cultivation, screaming the whole time that she would rather be dead than carry her husband’s child.

Not that her husband would ever lay a hand on her again, given how he was only a broken body in the corner but no one was talking about that, it seems.

“She no longer is,” Jiang Cheng says, knowing damn well how his words must sound to Wei Wuxian, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Jiang Cheng has brought Fu Zhihao back to Lotus Pier to entrust her to Jiang Sushan’s very capable hands who had to put her into a healing sleep. Jiang Cheng almost came too late to save her.

He wonders if she woke up by now.

“You have to stop,” Wei Wuxian pleads again, and Jiang Cheng shakes his head. “Even your disciples wouldn’t tell us what you were doing that night,” Wei Wuxian goes on and cold fury spreads through Jiang Cheng. “How can you live, knowing everyone is that terrified of you?”

“How dare you,” Jiang Cheng presses out and he slams a hand on the table.

A hush falls over the room and suddenly all eyes are on them, the tension thick in the air.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t care about that though, because Wei Wuxian has no right to interrogate his people.

“How dare you talk to my people,” he hisses at Wei Wuxian who looks at him with a complicated look.

“Are you that afraid of what they might tell us?” Wei Wuxian asks and Jiang Cheng cannot look at him for a second longer.

“This conversation is over,” Jiang Cheng bites out and Wei Wuxian leaves him be after one long look. It takes a lot longer for everyone else, though, and Jiang Cheng bares his teeth at Sect Leader Yao when he finds him staring.

As soon as he hastily avoids his eyes, Jiang Cheng turns towards Jiang Xiuying.

“Find out who they talked to. See if they are alright,” he instructs, and Jiang Xiuying nods once before he hurriedly leaves the room.

He’s just as worried as Jiang Cheng is.

“You don’t think he hurt them, do you?” Jin Ling pipes up and Jiang Cheng takes a moment to breathe before he turns to him.

“No,” he reassures him, because for all that he wants to strangle Wei Wuxian right now, he doesn’t want Jin Ling to get a completely wrong picture of his uncle. “But a few of my people have bad memories of Wei Wuxian; they participated in the war, or lost everything during it. I just want to see how they are doing,” Jiang Cheng explains as he wrecks his brain who he took with him that night.

Jin Ling clearly wants to say something to that, but before he can open his mouth, Lan Wangji sits down again, signalling that the conference will go on now.

It is only after the conference, that Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji walk up to him again, and Jiang Cheng rubs his temples against the oncoming headache. He really is tired of dealing with these two.

“What?” he snaps out as soon as they are close enough and his eyes flick over Wei Wuxian, stirring the by now so familiar and hated mix of emotions in his guts, before he firmly looks at Lan Wangji.

“If we find her body, there will be consequences,” Lan Wangji tells him without preamble and Jiang Cheng bites back the urge to roll his eyes at him.

“Good luck with that,” he gives back, because he knows there is nothing for them to find, and he takes great pleasure in seeing the brief clench of Lan Wangji’s jaw.

“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian starts, but Jiang Cheng is tired of listening to his accusations.

“I will retire now,” he interrupts him with a bow to Lan Wangji, and then simply walks away from them.

Jiang Cheng is not surprised to find both Jiang Xiuying and Jin Ling in his rooms.

“What now?” Jiang Cheng wants to know, because this can mean nothing good.

“I spoke to most of the disciples,” Jiang Xiuying starts, “and they are all okay. You had Gao Wu with you, but the others shielded him and prevented Wei Wuxian from talking to him.”

“Good,” Jiang Cheng breathes out and only explains at Jin Ling’s questioning gaze. “Gao Wu fought in the war. He lost his whole family to Wei Wuxian’s corpses. He’s not dealing well with the fact that he’s back.”

“Ah,” Jin Ling says with a nod and clearly he wants to say something else, but Jiang Xiuying goes on.

“Fu Zhihao woke up. She’s traumatized, as you would expect after what happened, and Jiang Sushan will keep her in the infirmary for a while. Fu Zhihao seems to be reacting badly to men, especially older ones, so the infirmary was divided.”

“Good thinking,” Jiang Cheng agrees. “Maybe a few of the grannies would like to sit with her,” Jiang Cheng goes on and Jiang Xiuying nods, before he gets up, clearly intending to relay that to Jiang Sushan immediately.

Jiang Cheng watches him leave before he gives Jin Ling a look.

“There’s something on your mind,” he states. “Speak.”

“After what you told me, I kept wondering why you didn’t save Mo Xuanyu,” Jin Ling starts and the by now so familiar feeling of failure blooms in Jiang Cheng’s chest.

“Rumours of his demonic cultivation were far spread,” Jin Ling goes on, “so you should have wanted to help him.”

“It took too long for those rumours to reach me,” Jiang Cheng admits. “People were mostly talking about how he’s a lunatic, and a cut-sleeve. The other rumours were too slow.”

“That’s not true, though,” Jin Ling interrupts him. “You weren’t following me on my night hunt in Dafan Mountain. You were on your way to Mo’s Manor, weren’t you?” he asks and Jiang Cheng is so proud of the man his nephew has turned into.

“It’s why you can’t look at Wei Wuxian for long, right? I noticed it before, but today again. It’s because it’s Mo Xuanyu’s body, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng admits and reaches out for Jin Ling to tuck him into his side.

His nephew is all grown-up now, but every once in a while Jiang Cheng needs to know that he’s still his little A-Ling. Not that Jin Ling is protesting that move, seeing as he snuggles into his side.

“It’s complicated, looking at Wei Wuxian now,” Jiang Cheng explains. “On the one hand I’m happy that he is back, despite everything that happened between us because he’s still family, but every time I look at him I’m reminded that I failed Mo Xuanyu. And I keep thinking if I had only listened better, if I were quicker I could have saved him, but then Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have come back.”

“I see,” Jin Ling mutters and slings his arms around Jiang Cheng’s middle. “But you saved so many other people.”

“And yet I failed him,” Jiang Cheng whispers and he is sure he will never forgive himself for it.

Neither for failing Mo Xuanyu when he needed Jiang Cheng the most, nor for being glad that he failed him because it means Wei Wuxian is back. The mix of emotions makes him feel sick to his bones and Jiang Cheng hides his face in Jin Ling’s hair.

“I’m not sure you could have saved Mo Xuanyu,” Jin Ling whispers. “He was behaving so strangely at the end. He must have been insane.”

“That’s what fear does to you,” Jiang Cheng gives back. “If he was that far gone he must have been scared out of his mind.”

“Jiu-jiu, you can’t save everyone,” Jin Ling tells him, pushing away from Jiang Cheng to look him in the eyes. “You can’t. You’re just one person, it’s simply not possible.”

“That never stopped him,” Jiang Xiuying suddenly says from behind them and Jiang Cheng only sighs at that.

“Someone has to attempt the impossible,” he replies, glad for Jiang Xiuying’s interruption because it gives him time to blink away the burn of his eyes.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to do it alone,” Jin Ling says and Jiang Cheng frowns at him.

“What?”

“I’m going to help you,” Jin Ling declares. “My people are a bunch of gossipers. I hear a lot, and I can help you.”

“Don’t,” Jiang Cheng tells him and grips his shoulder. “Do not do this.”

“Why not?” Jin Ling wants to know and it’s Jiang Xiuying who speaks up.

“It would paint a target on your back. The other Sects might be afraid to go after Sandu Shengshou, but they wouldn’t have the same reservations towards you. It would make you vulnerable.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jin Ling says with an eyeroll, but he seems flustered by the obvious worry Jiang Cheng and Jiang Xiuying have for him. “I’m not going to deal with demonic cultivators on my own. I just meant that I could let you know if I hear something. That I could be another pair of eyes and ears for you.”

Jiang Cheng relaxes at his words and lets out a long breath.

“Don’t scare me like that,” he admonishes Jin Ling, who rolls his eyes at him again.

“Don’t jump to conclusions like that,” he bites back and Jiang Cheng flicks his forehead in retaliation.

“Brat,” he mutters. “But it’s not a bad idea,” he then tacks on and Jin Ling beams at him. “But only that!” Jiang Cheng reiterates. “You’re a silent observer and nothing more!”

“Of course,” Jin Ling agrees easily enough and Jiang Cheng just hopes he’ll keep to his promise.

But he does admit that it would help immensely. By now, the other Sects are doing their damnest to keep the rumours away from Jiang Cheng in fear of what he’s going to do to these people, and having Jin Ling as his silent spy would actually help a lot.

Jiang Cheng just hopes he can keep any heat away from Jin Ling while he helps him.

“It will be fine,” Jiang Xiuying mutters from his side, clearly reading Jiang Cheng’s thoughts. “You have us, too. We will help you to keep him safe.”

“I’m not a child,” Jin Ling protests and Jiang Cheng huffs out a breath.

“No, you’re not,” he agrees. “You’re just my very important nephew,” he goes on and watches as Jin Ling goes red in the face.

“Jiu-jiu!” he protests but Jiang Cheng smiles only fondly at him, before he pulls him into his side again.

“Nothing that would put you into danger,” Jiang Cheng tells him again and Jin Ling nods.

“I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“Okay, then,” Jiang Cheng agrees and when Jiang Xiuying smiles supportively at him, it makes Jiang Cheng think that this might just work.

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Crush [Pokémon]

[Steven Stone x Female! Reader]

Inspired by: Crush - David Archuleta

Note: I decided to upload my works from both Quotev and Wattpad here. Hope ya’ll don’t mind :) And I hope ya’ll enjoy this (bc Steven Stone is my husband -///w///-)

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[Y/N] groaned as she entered her apartment with exhaustion written in her face, it was a tiring day for the young lady. Constantly getting told to do this and that and this and that, constantly running around to do some errands for her stupid boss and getting told off for not doing her job right. It's just not her day today. She sighed as she removes her shoes and leaves it on the welcoming mat near her door, as she groggily stomped her way in her apartment. It was a relatively small apartment but a shelter nonetheless. It has a kitchen, dining table, living room, bathroom and bedroom. And it fits with her daily salary so win-win. 

[Y/N] plopped down on her [F/C] couch as she laid down on one of the cushions, face plat on it. And then she screamed at it, getting rid of her frustration easily. Then she hears her PokeNav vibrating on her bag. She looks up to look at the time, only to see it's quarter to midnight already. She groaned once again. "Who the hell is calling me this late?!" Catty, Delcatty, purred as she jump to sit with her master. "Hey Catty." [Y/N] greeted while petting Catty on the head, which made the cat-like Pokemon purr more. With one hand, she rummaged her bag for her PokeNav and once found, pulled it out. She didn't bother to check her caller's ID as she pressed the green button and put it on her ear. 

"Hello, who is this so I'll know who to murder tomorrow." "That's one way to say hello." [Y/N] jumped when she heard a familiar laughter coming from the PokeNav, and feeling her heart jumping from her chest. "S-Steven?! H-Hey!" [Y/N] laughed weakly, now embarrassed that she told her childhood friend that. "Hey to you too, [N/N]." 

[Y/N] and Steven were childhood friends, having met accidentally on Meteor Falls. They were on a Journey at that time, and coincidentally bumped into each other. Catty was still a Skitty back then, and wanting to evolve it must've been the reason why [Y/N] was there in the first place, looking for a Moon Stone. Ever since then, they've been close friends. You can say they were rivals, though [Y/N] never participated in the League challenge. Now that Steven was the current Champion of Hoenn and [Y/N] starting to work, they've hardly talk anymore. So [Y/N] was surprised to have received a call from Steven so late in the night where they're supposed to be sleeping.

"What's up? Why'dya call this late?" [Y/N] asked as she brings her knees up and hug them with one arm, while the other held her PokeNav to her ear. Catty curled up beside her and fell asleep. She hears Steven humming on the other side. "I don't really know. I just have this sudden urge to hear your voice." [Y/N] feels her face heating up from Steven's blunt statement. If her heart was beating rapidly awhile ago, now it's beating thrice as much than normal that [Y/N] thought it's gonna burst out of her chest.

"W-Wha--?" "Besides.. we haven't been talking to each other for a while now... and.. I just miss your company." "I swear Steven if your doing this purposely, I'll go there and kill you myself" [Y/N] took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, before smiling. "I also miss talking with you, Steven." The other line went silent, which worried [Y/N], thinking she must've said something wrong. What she doesn't know is that Steven was dying of heart attack from the other side. "H-Hello..? Steven? You still there?" Steven snapped out of trance as he hears [Y/N]'s voice from his PokeNav. He shakily took a deep breath before answering his crus-- friend.

"Sorry. I thought I saw something." Steven lied while staring at the view from the window of his office. He's been doing paperwork for a while now, and he needed a break. Then he remembered [Y/N] and decided to call her, and suddenly remembering that its quarter to midnight when he click her number. He actually prayed to Arceus that [Y/N] was still awake or else he might feel the wrath of the woman again. He learned his lesson, he swear, he just forgot from the fatigue building inside of him. "Oooooh. Is it a ghost?" Steven chuckled as he shake his head. "Nah. I'm just seeing things."

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"You did what?" [Y/N] laughed along with Steven as he told her a story between what happened to the dinner of the Elite 4. It turns out it became eventful as Steven watches it unfold while eating his food. It started out simple and fine, no chaos. But Sydney and Phoebe started fighting about something and started throwing food at one another, but it seems like one hit Glacia. And the fight started. Drake also joined in as food were thrown everywhere. "I'm serious! I was merely enjoying my food while they fight." Steven laughed as [Y/N] giggle.

Soon it became silent for the two of them, neither speaking. You can even hear the background noises. Steven took a deep breath, it’s now or never. “Say... [N/N].” Steven called with a shaky smile. [Y/N] hummed in response, letting the platinum-haired man know that he has her attention. “What if.. you have a crush on somebody.. but you don't know what to how to tell them?” Crack. That was all [Y/N] could hear. The cracking sound of her breaking heart, as she lets out a shaky laugh. 

“W-Wow! Y-You? Having a crush? What a surprise!” [Y/N] feigned surprise as she feels her eyes getting blurry. She could hear Steven laughing on the other side. “I-Is that so surprising?” [Y/N]’s [E/C] betrayed her as a tear came out and began rolling down her cheek. She swiftly wipe it as she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. What she didn’t know however is that Steven could feel something was wrong with [Y/N]. 

“[N/N]? Are you alright?” Steven asked, worried about his friend. [Y/N] forced a smile on her face, even though Steven couldn’t see her. “I-I’m fine.” She reassured him, well, tried to atleast. Steven knew she was lying but decided to shrug it off. “Y-You just got to go with it. If that girl doesn’t like you, then she i-isn’t worth it.” [Y/N] responded to Steven’s question. “I-I gotta go. I need to sleep. Bye Steven.” [Y/N] simply said. Before Steven could protest though, she already hung up.

[Y/N] threw her PokeNav to the table in front of her and hugged her knees closer to her chest, bursting into tears while doing so. “I-I should be happy! W-Why the hell am I crying for?” She whined as she used her sleeve to wipe away the tears overflowing from her eyes. But as she wipe them, more tears came. Catty woke up from [Y/N]’s cries as she puts her paws on her thighs and whined her name to get her masters attention. [Y/N] looks at her with a pained look on her face, which Catty returns with a concerned face. 

“O-Oh Catty. I’m a horrible person..” [Y/N] trailed off as she hiccups and sniff. Catty whined her name as she tries to comfort [Y/N] the best she could. 

Meanwhile with Steven. Steven stared at his PokeNav, which was beeping, signalling that his friend hang up on him. He frowned deeply as corncern and worry overtook his face, his fatigue long gone now. “What happened to you, [N/N]?” Steven whispered as he stuffed his PokeNav into his pockets and standing up. He grabbed his jacket from the rolling chair and put it on. The only thing in his mind is [Y/N].

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“[N/N]? Are you in there? It’s me, Steven! Open up!” 

[Y/N] groaned as she blocks out the noise, not wanting anyone in her apartment just yet. It seemed like [Y/N] fell asleep while crying. Steven, who was outside of her door, frowned when he didn't hear anyone inside the apartment. He's been here for quite a while now, constantly knocking and calling for her. One neighbor opened their door to see what was the noise all about, which Steven sheepishly explained. Steven tapped his foot repeatedly on the concrete floor beneath him while eyeing the door. "[N/N]! Open the door!" Steven called for the sixth time now, getting annoyed. 

When [Y/N] still didn't open her door, he sighed, bringing his hand to his forehead. "I'm so sorry, [N/N] for doing this but since your not opening your door.. I have no choice." Steven mumbled as he brought out a familiar looking red-and-white capsule from his pocket. He pressed the button on the middle and it became the size of a tennis ball. "Come on out, Metagross." Steven called as he threw the Pokeball upward and out came the familiar Steel-type Pokemon. It made a noise, similar to a wondering sound. Probably curious why its been let out. Steven smiled apologetically at it.

"Sorry to disturb you, Metagross. But do you mind using Psychic to open the door? [N/N]'s not answering the door, I'm afraid." Steven explained to the Steel-type Pokemon. "This is actually invasion of privacy but it must be done." Steven mentally gulped as Metagross obeyed Steven and started using Psychic on [Y/N]'s door. After a few minutes, it opened. This made Steven grin. He turned to Metagross. "Thank you very much, Metagross. Have some rest." After he said that, he returned Metagross to its Pokeball. Steven put the Pokeball back to his pocket as he entered [Y/N]'s apartment.

"[N/N]? Sorry to intrude but you weren't answering so I had Metagross to use Psychic on your door.. Hope you don't mind." "OF COURSE I WOULD MIND! THIS IS AN INVASION OF PRIVACY STEVEN!!" [Y/N] mentally screamed when she heard footsteps coming near. [Y/N] pretended to sleep as she felt Steven's gaze on her. Steven sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. Steven stared at her sleeping face, now noticing dark bags under her eyes. He frowned at this as he crouch down to level her face. He lifts his hand to run his thumb underneath her eyes, which made her (accidentally) flinch. Steven quickly drew his hand, afraid that he might've woken her up. But he saw she's still sleeping, he sighed in relief, still not noticing that she's awake the entire time. 

Steven stared at her face with a deep thinking face as he watch her breath, not creepy at all (-_-). He sighed as he ran his hand over his hair once again before settling on the back of his neck. "Why did you react like that over the phone?" Steven mumbled, whether he's really asking her or talking to himself, [Y/N] doesn't know. She just remain sleeping. Catty woke up when Steven entered, she went away to give her master and Steven alone time (I swear Delcatty is more aware of their situation--). He took a deep breath. "Why did you react when I asked you about me liking someone?" 

[Y/N] was internally panicking in her mind, and trying to calm her still beating heart. BUT her nose pick up something that it made her sneeze. This made Steven jump in surprise, while [Y/N] is more embarrassed than ever. "WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME NOSE?! YOUR MY PARTNER! YOUR A PART OF ME FOR ARCEUS' SAKE!!" She then heard Steven chuckle. "Cute." Steven whispered, which made [Y/N] open her eyes. "What?"

Now this made Steven jump in surprise, he practically stood up while staring at [Y/N], with wide-eyed and mouth agape. "Y-Y-You're--?!" [Y/N] sweatdropped as she sheepishly laughed. She made a surprise motion with her hands. "Surprise!" She announced weakly. Steven stared at her before heating up. "D-Did you h-hear what I s-said?!" [Y/N] looks away, which is enough for Steven to realize that she was aWAKE THE ENTIRE TIME. "W-W-WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?" Steven couldn't help screaming while asking, more embarrassed than her. [Y/N] sheepishly laughed. "I..."

Steven sighed as he took a deep breath, effectively calming himself down. He stared at [Y/N]'s [E/C] eyes before looking away. Both of them were covered in silence as neither talked, probably too embarrassed at this point. Steven broke the silence with a cough, whether to get her attention or clearing his throat, [Y/N] doesn't know. But it made her snap to the flustered Stone. She quirk her brow at his odd behavior, almost like a lovesick puppy.

"Y-You said over the phone that I should... be front about my feelings.. c-correct?" Steven nervously said as [Y/N] tilted her head before hesitantly nodding her head. Her mind conjuring all kind of scenarios, none of them with Steven returning her feelings though. He took a deep breath before weakly smiling at her. "T-Then.. would you like to b-be my date for the upcoming Champion's ball?" "Oh? Sureee.... wait... date?!" [Y/N] screamed the last part as Steven sheepishly nodded his head.

[Y/N] froze, blinking once, twice, thrice.. Before gasping, face overheating and staring at Steven with a shock expression on her face. This action made Steven think that she doesn't return his feelings, as he smiled sadly. "I-It's okay if you don't agree though.. I understand.." Steven trailed off while looking away from her. [Y/N] stared at him, her mind unable to understand his words yet. When her mind finally caught up, her eyes became blurry as tears started pouring out of them. 

Steven's head snapped to her when he heard her sniffle, only finding her in a crying mess. Did his confession be THAT bad?! Steven quickly went to her side and gather her form in his arms. He rubbed her back in a soothing matter as he comfort her. "Are you alright, [N/N]?" [Y/N] then started laughing in delight, which made Steven confused. "Actually, better question is, is your mind okay?" Steven rephrased, now fearing his friend's sanity. She shook her head as she drew back from Steven's warm hug. She has a big smile on her face and affection and adoration dancing in her eyes. Steven could feel his heart beating more rapidly than before, and feels his face heating up. "Of course I'll go with you to the ball, Steven." She laughed. This made Steven hug her with a huge smile also present in his face, laughing alongside her. "Oh Arceus! You don't know how my heart stopped at that moment." [Y/N] hugged him back as her laughter became giggles, before stopping entirely.

"I-I-I thought.. you liked.. May." [Y/N] asked, now remembering why she thought Steven didn't like her. Steven furrowed his brows. "May? She has a crush on Brendan though.." Steven stated, remembering the cheery brunette girl. [Y/N] was now embarrassed, not realizing that the cute brunette girl has a crush on the Gym Leader's son. "Ah.. is that so.." 

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"Who knew that this started with a crush.." [Y/N] laughed as she and Steven enjoyed the view from Mossdeep Space Station, watching a meteor shower together. It's been a 2 years since they've started dating, and became official. Now, [Y/N] was living with Steven in Mossdeep and Steven now being the Devon Corporations new president, after his father retired due to old age. Wallace managed to beat Steven, effectively gaining the title of the new Champion. Steven would admit that he was saddened at the fact that he wouldn't be a Champion anymore, but he was glad that Wallace beat him though. It means spending more time with his precious girlfriend. Steven laughed alongside [Y/N] as she cuddled beside him.

"We were like teenagers in love." Steven chuckled, [Y/N] laughed even more at what he said. After their laughter died down, plastered on their face was a content look with a smile. "Hey.. do you mind getting off me for a second?" [Y/N] pouted at this as she complied and move away from Steven. "I'm not heavy!" "Says who?" Steven snickered as [Y/N] hit his arm while glaring at him and huffing, returning her gaze at the sky. Now that she's distracted, Steven quickly grabs the velvet box from his coat. It's now or never after all..

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String Of Fate 09

— summary: they set fire to the world around them but would never let a flame touch her.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst || poly!au, soulmate!au, mafia!au

— word count: 5.6k

— warnings: none

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You woke up in cold sweat, tears stained against your cheeks, and held a heavy heart against your chest.

Just when you indulge yourself into being happy, you were back to base one of that loneliness you've always had since a child. But to wake up in that same room they placed you in, you knew you weren't completely alone, yet you couldn't find the courage to run into their arms, seeking for warmth and comfort.

Maybe it was the fact that you didn't want to wake any one of them up in the middle of the night, or maybe it was because you still didn't feel like things were...right. As if things weren't actually falling into the right places, as if you were in a long dream waiting to wake up. Maybe it was just your mind's conscience not wanting the sad part of the story to ever come walking in whenever it wanted.

You wanted to stay happy forever. With them. But you knew it was only inevitable to go through the bad chapters soon to come. Or perhaps you were already going through it and it was just the small doses of happiness that made you feel as if you were capable of going through anything.

You sat on your bed, a dark room with the only light source being from the moon's light passing through the curtains. Your chin propped up against your forearm, arms hugging your knees.

The tears didn't stop flowing.

Some part of you wanted to just escape that dark mindset of the nightmare you just had to wake one of them up, but another part of you still felt stubborn.

Did you really deserved that happiness? Their protection? What did you do in your previous life to have made them act in such a way?

They looked at you with pain in their eyes, unspoken shattered memories they never wished to repeat again or to return to it and make things better. You alone made their hearts drop, scattered into a million pieces waiting to sew back together. And it was your fault for not knowing anything and living in that oblivion. It was your fault they were still living in those broken memories.

It was your fault for reasons unknown.

They made it seem as if everything was their fault, that they had everything to do with the lost memories and a broken relationship. But what about you?

What did you do? Surely you must have done something to hurt them, right? What was it that you did to have made them go into the mindset of everything being their fault?

You cursed at yourself for how stupid you were being and then finally made a decision to leave your room for a glass of cup. You hoped none of them was awake and slowly made your way into the kitchen, the endless thoughts still wracking your mind.

You didn't switched the lights on when you got there, pouring yourself a glass of water before exhaling a long, deep sigh. You didn't know how long you stood there unresponsive and motionless, lost in thoughts. And for that, you didn't realize someone had walked in until you felt a hand snaking around your waist and was quick to jump at the sudden sensation.

He didn't let you go, however, tightening his hold and propped his chin upon your shoulder, breathing your scent in. It was strange how you didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Hoseok?" You hated how your voice sounded.

He placed a kiss on your shoulder blade in response.

"Why are you up?"

"You're crying, my precious girl," he said, cheek nuzzling against yours in a cat-like way. It was comforting, just what you needed. Although you had hoped none of them were awake to see your crying state, his presence alone made everything feel better. If even a little. "What's wrong?"

You stroked his forearm, unconsciously leaning back against his chest. "Nightmare," you said. It wasn't a complete lie. "I want to sleep but I can't with my mind running all over the place."

Hoseok kissed your temple. Everything felt so domestic, so loving and sweet, like a soft lullaby singing into the dark room. "You can sleep with me if you'd like," he offered. "Only if you want to."

"May I?" You asked, subtly pleading.

"Of course, precious one." Another kiss touched you, this time on your cheek. "My room or yours?"

"Yours please."

He took your hand without another word and you found yourself falling asleep at the sound of Hoseok's heart drumming against your ear. Your conscious had already taken over before you could hear those three sweet words he whispered to you, one you found yourself dreaming about over and over again with tears once again staining your cheeks and now his chest.

Hoseok didn't go back to sleep. He watched your long breaths inhaling and exhaling, the way your nose lightly blew at the hairs that fell against your face. He brushed away the hairs, wanting to see more of your face instead, and found his heart breaking even more.

A lone tear fell from the corner of your eye, sliding onto the tip of your nose before eventually dropping against his shirt.

"I love you..." you whispered so softly, almost inaudible, but with how quiet the room was, he heard you. "...love you..." you said again, this time with your arms tightening around him as you maneuvered to rest your face against the crook of his neck.

"Baby?" He called, adjusting himself to help you relax at the new spot and asking silently whether you were actually still awake or was it your sleep talking? You didn't respond and for a long moment, all he heard again was your breathing that told him it was indeed your sleep talking.

Hoseok wondered who you had meant those words for and what sort of dream you were having.

And then, he felt wetness along his neck and your trembling body.

You weren't awake, you were having a nightmare again and Hoseok wished so badly that he could have what Namjoon had. He didn't want to wake up you, you needed the rest from the process of still recovering, so he moved cautiously to get his phone from the nightstand.

The screen felt like the bright sun against the dark room once he powered it open. You shivered a bit and Hoseok went to bring the blanket up to your shoulders before sending a text to Namjoon.

The man responded in a few seconds, letting him know that he was awake, so Hoseok pressed the call button.

"Something wrong?" Namjoon asked the second he accepted the call. It wasn't like Hoseok to call at four in the morning.

"Can you come to my room?" He asked in a low whisper, careful not to wake you. "Y/N's having a nightmare."

That was enough to have the leader leave the comfort of his office — where he had stayed up late working on some things (again) — and towards Hoseok's room.

"She's crying," Namjoon's chin protrude to form a small pout on his lips, his brows furrowed in worry the moment he saw the tears after taking a seat on the other side of your sleeping form. He held a hand up at your cheeks, wiping the tears from your eyes and in doing so, your hand unconsciously grabbed his. You didn't swat his hand away like he expected you to, but instead held tight, letting him hold your face because you wanted that skin contact from the familiar hand.

"Stay..." you whispered involuntarily.

Under the dark light, Namjoon met Hoseok's gaze with a soft smile, content with the fact that he felt wanted by you.

"I'll stay, little dove," he returned the whisper with a promise, "I'll stay."

He settled himself beside you, lips meeting your head with a sweet touch, kissing away the nightmares to replace it with a beautiful dream. You stopped trembling, the last of your hiccups coming out thrice before you visibly relaxed against Hoseok and your breathing became soft and slow once again.

Namjoon laid his head down onto the pillow, subconsciously wrapping his arm around you and holding onto Hoseok's hand. "I want to do more for her," he wished into the quiet room. "I can only do so much before those nightmares returns and she'll have to suffer through them again."

"Do you think it'll ever stop?" Hoseok asked.

"It'll only stop after she remembers everything."

They hated that, all of them did. If it was under their powers, they'd rather you not remembering anything at all and just make new and better memories instead. And maybe you wanted that too, maybe you were also hoping to forget the past because understanding how painful it was was enough to hurt you. You knew about how painful it must have been for them, so you must've known that it'd be more painful if you were to relive those times and remember all those aching pains all over again.

But you had to know, you had to understand, to remember. Otherwise the nightmares would never disappear and you'd live in oblivion your whole life.

Hoseok wiped away a lone tear that fell, sighing. "Will we ever tell her anything? She has questions, I know she does, but she isn't saying much because she knows we won't tell her."

"Not yet," Namjoon stated, "not until she's ready. She has to know about the us now before she gets to know the us then. Now go to sleep," he commended, leaning up to place a kiss on Hoseok's forehead.

Just after he did that, you moved around from resting against the crook of Hoseok's neck, head turned to the side of Namjoon, your arm following along and placed on the man's chest. They watched you with love in their eyes, moving in to sandwich you in between and saw the way your lips curled into a little smile. You earned kisses from the both of them, placed on each side of your temples before the night settled in again with the three of you fast asleep.

~~

To say that you were confused waking up in both Hoseok and Namjoon's arms was an understatement.

At first you felt that maybe the events of the night before had all been a dream, but to open your eyes and see Hoseok right there in front of you, you knew it was all real. Yet at the tug of another pair of arms around your waist, you turned around to find yourself in the arms of Kim Namjoon.

They both laughed at your surprise.

"What happened?" You asked, hoping to rub your eyes both from sleep and wanting to see if you were still dreaming but Hoseok quickly took your hands away to kiss your knuckles instead, a small smirk playing at his lips. "I thought this was your room?"

"Yes darling," Hoseok chuckled, "but your nightmares wouldn't go away so I had to let Namjoon know."

"Did you have a pleasant night?" The leader asked, hoping his kiss of magic worked.

You nodded and he inwardly sighed a breath of relief. "Actually, it was one of the best nights I've ever had."

Hoseok sneaked little kisses away from your knuckles and at the side of your head instead. "Why do you think that is?"

At the sight of both their smirks, you looked away and visibly shrunk under their stares, trying to hide through the blanket. "I...I don't know." But of course you did.

It was because of them. Hoseok pulling you into his comforting arms when he found you crying and Namjoon being able to kiss away the nightmares. You were sure that you must have held onto Namjoon the night before, not wanting him to leave the second you took ahold of him as you had done with Jungkook.

Gosh you were embarrassing.

"We should...get up," you said, still a bit flustered.

"Alright," Namjoon said after chuckling but the two of them made no sign of getting up so you remained there, content with just the silence.

You knew you had to leave soon, get back to your job and leave the comfort of waking up at whatever time you wanted, having them beside you whenever you needed.

Perhaps it came too soon because you knew you were already feeling better. Some things still scared you, like returning to your apartment or just the fact that they won't be around you at all times. Yet you knew you weren't all that dependable and you couldn't become depended upon them now just because they had everything you wanted; protection and love.

Love?

You thought on that word, stared at the two of them and wondered whether you could ever say those three words out loud. In your sleep, you dreamt of a beautiful world, a paradise with just you and your boys — could you even call them that?

Yours?

Jungkook said he was alright with that, and you told him that you wanted it. Namjoon also claimed that you were theirs — but that was in a dream. Yet Jungkook said that that had all been real.

So could you?

You inwardly groaned at your obnoxious self, feeling like a young school girl that couldn't figure out the basic idea to having her first boyfriend, because she didn't know whether or not to call him that, and you couldn't understand whether it was right for you to call them that.

Things were still going to unwind itself and the secrets kept from you were one of those things. You acted all lovey dovey, dare you say almost like newlyweds, shared innocent kisses never meant to leave the other one guessing whether it was real or not, and just the fact that your presence itself made each other happy made you wonder. Did they really needed to spell it out for you? Maybe you'd finally understand if they did.

"Are you okay?" Hoseok ask, worried at your distressed face.

You looked away, clearing your throat while nodding. "I was thinking about returning to work tomorrow," you lied and almost cursed yourself when their faces fell. It wasn't like you wanted to leave either but you had to return soon.

"Are you sure?" Namjoon queried while leaning against his propped up elbow, staring down at you with concern while stroking your hair. "Will you be alright?"

You laughed at their distressed faces, helping them smile a little. "I'm positive my health is fine now, has been for the past few days. We've been giving excuses about my health just because none of us wants me to leave."

They chuckled knowingly. "You're right," Hoseok admitted, "they've become excuses because we like your company. It hasn't been the same ever since and I'd want nothing more than this."

"Will you be returning to you apartment too?"

You thought about Namjoon's question for a moment. You didn't like to rush into things, wanted a little more time. But the nightmares...you were still afraid of them returning and haunting you late at night and it'd be worse if you couldn't find any shelter in any of their arms. But if you stayed any longer, you'd be a bother, wouldn't you?

"Do the nightmares still scare you?" Namjoon asked as if reading your mind. You gave a weak nod, reluctant to admit it. "That's okay, you can stay for as long as you want."

"I'll be a bother," you worried. "It isn't right, I don't want to get in the way of-"

"Since when did we say you'd ever be a bother?"  

"Well I-"

"Love, your presence calms us down," Hoseok assured with a soft voice, "makes us happy, makes us feel human."

Human...

Human?

"So there's no need to feel that way."

"Okay," you smiled. "I'm going to have to talk to Dahyun later today though, I want to talk to her before returning to work."

"Your friend?" You nodded at Namjoon's question. "Looks like you're already quick to get away from us."

"No no!" You quickly shook your head. "That wasn't what I meant. I promise I won't take too long."

They laughed aloud. "I'm kidding, little dove," he said, pressing a kiss to your temple to assure you, "Take as long as you want."

~~

"Are you alright?" Dahyun asked the second she released you from her tight hug, face filled with worry as she took a good look at you as if the two of you had been separated for years. You couldn't really blame her though, you did get kidnapped.

"Do I look alright?" You asked.

"Yeah, you..-" For a moment she stood there, a breath of relief escaping her lips almost as if tears could fall away at any moment. "You look wonderful."

She took your hand and led you to the table she reserved at the cafe you were meeting up in, both your coffees already there. "I'm assuming they're taking care of you alright?" She wondered.

"Yeah, Jin's a," you paused while the two of you took your seats across from each other, "Jin's a...doctor."

Dahyun's brow quirked for a quick second before falling away. "What's been happening?" She asked. "And I'm not just talking about the aftermath of the kidnapping but also about...you and them."

It wasn't easy to explain, not the strange connection you felt with them nor the situation you were in. The whole thing itself was a difficult thing to explain for Dahyun to actually understand a little. But you knew that you had to try, even if she'd get confused in the end, because she was your best friend. You could never lie to her.

"I just..." you trailed off, trying to think of the right word. What was it? What was the word? You know you've heard it in stories and movies before, like some sort of deja vous yet in a way, jamais vous. "It's like...like..."

"Soulmates?"

That was it.

"Yes," you nodded, "soulmates."

It was strange how just hearing that word and saying it brought lightness to your heart, as if it was meant to be, like the universe brought you to meet at an exact date. It couldn't all be a coincidence. Seeing them that night, that night at the club where you were the only one left standing as they refused to let anything or anyone hurt you. It meant so much. So, so much. In ways you couldn't even describe.

Soulmates.

Maybe that was what you were. Soulmates.

"It's weird, I know," you acknowledged, ignoring the way your heart swelled and drummed loud against your chest just thinking about the possibility. "I feel so connected and drawn to them and everything within me just screams at me to run into their arms because I know that's the only place I'll ever be the safest in. From the moment I saw them, Dahyun, my heart wanted to cry. It shattered into little pieces in ways I can never understand. And I know that right now I'm sounding so weird and confusing because I still don't know much about them, but trust me when I say this...they're special."

"Special?"

"Very special. To me." Just thinking about them alone made you want to cry, not of pain and sorrow, but of joy and happiness. "If you saw the way they look at me, how they make me feel like the only girl to ever exist, or the way their eyes starts tearing a little because they can never rid of whatever memories they have of me, then-"

"Wait," she stopped you, confused, "What do you mean by memories?"

You took a deep breath. "That's another thing." Dahyun's head cocked to the side, brows furrowed and silently asking you to go on. "You're going to think I'm very crazy-"

"I already do," she assured and you rolled your eyes.

"I think we're past lovers from our past lives."

"Past lovers?" Her brows raised, still trying her best to think it all through about all the things you've told her so far. "Past lovers?" she repeated, still confused.

"They haven't told me anything yet but if you saw the way they act around me, you'd understand that something must have happened for them to be so cautious and caring towards me as if I'm a piece of fragile glass," you told her, still trying to figure out everything yourself. "And I know that I've never met them in this life. You've been around me, you can confirm that and how I've never gotten into an accident to cause me to lose my memories." She nodded. "They know me," you emphasized, thinking back to the first meetings. "They knew my name before I even told them.”

"Hmm, sounds like some yandere crap."

You hit her lightly on the shoulder. "I'm serious," you chided, "Plus would I still be allowed to talk to you if they were so yandere?"

Dahyun shook her head, chuckling. "You're right. But you're still not making much sense."

"I know I'm not," you frowned, "you'd have to be in my position to understand my point of view."

"So let me get this straight," she said, leaning over the table as she looked you dead in the eyes to try and sum up your words. "That day at the club, you're thinking they decided to leave you alone and set you free while everyone else died because you're somehow connected from your past lives and for some reason, they still remember, meaning that makes them immortals or something-"

Dahyun gasped. "What if they are immortals?"

That was a possibility. I mean, who else could conjure up powers from themselves?

"Holy heck, you've scored yourself some gods, girl," she marveled, sending wiggling brows your way. But you couldn't tell whether she was joking around or actually being serious.

You on the other hand was thinking that that was a great possibility.

"Keep them."

"W-what?" You blinked. "You're telling me this because you think they're immortals?"

"What? No," she scoffed. "Who in their right mind could think anyone could be immortals?"

You.

"I'm just saying, if you feel somewhat connected not just in this life but in your past life, maybe something's telling you something. Maybe you are indeed soulmates."

"You think so?"

Dahyun shrugged. "We've only ever heard of soulmates in stories and movies, but some people have claimed their partners to be their soulmates because of their love for one another. I think that maybe you are their soulmate. I mean, why would seven mafias known for being so powerful and ruthless ever stop at you?" She asked. "They've never met you before and you've never seen them. That has to be it."

Soulmates. Were you soulmates?

"Can I ask you a question?" You nodded, asking her to go on. "Are you happy?"

You eyes drifted away for a moment, gaze going soft as you thought back to the days of living with them, how your mornings consisted of sweet good mornings and nights ending with at least one or two of them in the room with you because you were still afraid of the nightmares. They were the first thing you saw in the morning and the last you saw when the day was all over.

You loved it.

It was a moment you never thought you'd grow to wake up to because of the many years that had passed with no sign of any potential love interests. Yet seeing them for the first time that night, the way Namjoon assured you they'd never hurt you, how Jin had trusted you on not letting words out as he gave you your freedom to escape while everyone else in that room laid dead, or the way their eyes on you alone made you feel so special, how their hugs warmed you and made you feel safe, and their soft kisses so sweet and filled with passion, and how they were always there to make you feel better, maybe that was a good sign.

No, it was a good sign.

So yes, you were happy. More than happy and content. And to understand that you were someone close to their hearts, your heart began drumming some more with overwhelming happiness. "I'm happy," you confessed to Dahyun.

Your best friend smiled at the way your eyes had softened and the soft beam curling at your lips at just the thought of them. "Whatever comes about this relationship, Y/N, I want you to know that I'll always be here when you need it."

Dahyun was always so reliable, so trustful and protective. From day one, she had been by your side without ever straying away. You loved her faithfulness and her loyalty, knowing you'd never meet another friend like her ever again in another lifetime.

"Thank you for being understanding."

"I think I have to since my best friend's being a delulu."

You rolled your eyes. "Haha, very funny."

"Things settled?" Hoseok asked you the moment you walked out of the coffee shop after shooting him a text that you were done. They were still protective and scared of another attack aiming at you and you couldn't blame them. After all, you were still afraid yourself about walking on your own.

You nodded at Hoseok's question and took the hand that he offered for you to hold. "Then let's go home."

Home.

Home, he called it. As if it was your own home as well, shared with them. You felt so close and connected and even the linking of your fingers made your heart flutter some more.

Soulmates, you thought back onto it again, thinking of that possibility. Maybe that was what the eight of you were. Even though the numbers were far from two, perhaps that mattered not especially when it was possible for you to love more than just one of them.

Love.

That was another thing. And perhaps, maybe, you could love them too.

"Y/N?"

You looked up at Hoseok again. "What is it?"

He flashed you a smile, a smile so soft it could melt your heart. "You look happy."

"Do I?" You asked, feeling a little shy.

"You do," he chuckled while leaning in to place a soft kiss on your forehead. "Happiness looks beautiful on you, precious one."

And it's all because of you guys.

~~

"Come in," you allowed after hearing knocks on your door.

You looked away from your floral book, waiting to see your door opening and revealing a lean man walking in. "Yoongi," you smiled, putting away your book as you stood up, "Why does it feel like I haven't seen you in a while?"

"Sorry," he apologized, sighing into your hug the moment you walked in his arms. "Been kind of...busy."

As in mafia works. As in he must've been so tired.

"Are you alright?" You worried, concern for the way he seemed to lean into you a little too much almost as if he hadn't rested in a while. His little hum of yes came out more as a small groan, one that indicated he was too tired and needed a break.

"Want to rest here for a bit?" You offered. "You're welcomed to."

"No, I-" he paused to lean away from you, hands running over his messy hair, "I can't."

"You're tired, Yoongi."

"I'm alright," he insisted, "just needed to see you for a moment."

You heart swelled, happy that he took a little break just to see you but was still concerned for his health. "You need a longer break, Yoons, I'm serious."

The man let out a long sigh, almost as if he was reluctant to do so. But still, he walked past you and invited himself onto your bed. "Come here," he called and you happily obliged, falling into his arms as the two of you laid on your bed. "Why are you so patient?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I was in your position," he began, fingers stroking your hair with gentle touches, "I don't think I would be able to wait this long for answers. Even I don't want to wait to tell you so many things but I have to unless Namjoon says otherwise. Isn't it hard to live in oblivion while the rest of us knows everything?"

You nodded admittedly. "But I'm willing to wait for as long as it takes. Whoever we were back then, whatever we did, nothing we do can ever change back time to return and live through those moments again."

"Yeah..." Yoongi trailed off, thinking again, about everything, about...that.

"Jimin told me that we were happy," you said, taking Yoongi's hand and playing with it as if to distract him because you knew that he was probably thinking back to whatever incident had happened. "He said that we were the happiest."

"We were," Yoongi smiled, eyes growing soft. "It wasn't all rainbows and sunshine, it wasn't anything perfect, and just like this life, it was a little corrupted. But if you look past all that and just focus on the good parts of that life, you can probably say that that was the most beautiful moment in life. Sometimes I feel like it was all a dream, just a random occurrence that never actually happened." He looked at you again, eyes with a flicker of distraught. "But I know it isn't because here you are, in our arms, not remembering anything and I'm brought into the reality of a broken moment that had once been so beautiful."

"It isn't broken," you reasoned, "You said it yourself, Yoongi, it was the most beautiful moment past all the flaws and non picture perfect memories. I'm sure that the me back then and the me now can come to an agreement that I'd never hold a grudge against you all. How can I?"

"No," he scoffed bitterly, shaking his head. "What we did was unforgivable."

"No, Yoongi-"

"We hurt you,” he stressed. “You're only saying this now because you have no idea what happened."

You sat up from his arms, looking at him with eyes that pled for him not to say that. "And I may never know ever again but that doesn't-"

"Exactly!" Yoongi jeered as he sat up himself. He was annoyed. He didn’t really have a good reason to be, you were only trying to help but Yoongi couldn’t think straight at the moment, not when the painful memories still affected him. "How can you say that you can forgive us if you don't even know what you're up against? You can't fight against something while you're still living in this oblivion."

"Because I know in my heart that..." Suddenly you couldn't find the words. No. You knew what the words were, perhaps you were just afraid to say it aloud. "That I...-"

"That you what?" Yoongi deadpanned, almost as if he was mocking you, like he was daring you to say whatever you felt you couldn't say, wanting the words to just come all out.

"I don't know," you spat out the lie, brows suddenly furrowed with annoyance. You were angry at the fact that you couldn't say anything to try and ease his worries and only being able to provoke it further. But also disappointed because he wasn’t listening to you.

"Of course you don't," he said in a low tone, voice whispered as if taunting you. "You don't know anything, Y/N. Don't pretend that you do."

Your heart dropped at his words, at the way he began standing up to leave.

"Well maybe if you told me-"

"I can't, Y/N," the man stressed, turning around while he let out a frustrated sigh. "You aren't ready to hear it."

"Then when will I be ready?" You challenged, stepping away from the bed and stood firmly on the floor, glaring at him. But deep inside your heart was aching at just his eyes alone, eyes that were filled with anger and irritation.

Because of you.

"I'm not ever going to be ready in your eyes. Isn't that the whole reason why you guys aren't telling me anything?"

"Because you aren't ready," Yoongi stated. "As much as you think you're ready, you will never be ready for the truth." He was ready to head out, turning his heel once again and just as his hand touched the door knob, you rebuked with,

"You did this to me. And I deserve the truth."

Yoongi didn't say a word, as if a deer caught in headlights. But Yoongi was far from wanting to make things right at the moment. He didn't like being reminded of the wrong thing that he had done and you were only provoking him further. He knew what he did was wrong, knew more than anyone besides Namjoon that it was all a stupid mistake that he'd always regret for the rest of his life. But to hear that from you was hurting him even more.

You were blaming him. You didn't know anything but you blamed him for his wrongdoings and that made everything worse.

"Do you think I don't know that?" He asked, jaws clenched and refusing to look at you in the face because he knew of the tears waiting to fall. "Do you think I don't find myself in bed keeping awake all night because I think about it all the damn time?"

You heard the breaking of his voice and your own tears fell. You wanted to run up to him, to apologize immediately and to make amends but your foot stayed put, refusing to move even an inch.

"Y-"

"I think about it constantly, Y/N, you don't have to remind me."

And then, he walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

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Anniversaire, Another

When the sun rose on the 15th day of Llymlaen's moon, it was on a very different life than it had the year before. Betula and Landric lay in their cradles, their day not yet started, no responsibilities before them yet other than being another joy in their parents' life. Etien was just beginning to stir, uncurling from how she lay on the mattress and starting to rise from it to take on the day. Aymeric began his special day by staying asleep even as dawn came.

Etien ran the backs of her fingers over his cheek as she passed him on her way to check on the twins—still asleep. Praise be. She laid a hand on Landric’s stomach as she passed him too, just feeling the rise and fall of his breath.

And then she padded to the kitchen.

She could still only be thankful that the house’s staff mostly let her do as she pleased, to use the resources of the kitchen for her own projects without interfering. That was, after all, how she had managed to yet again whip together some of her mother’s pan au chocolat. She slid the trays of the pastry waiting to be into the oven, set the time for them, and then left the kitchen to tend to Betula and Landric.

Since the both of them were still asleep, she tended to Landric first, who woke as he was lifted from the soft warmth of his mattress, feeling the kiss of cool air before being fully and properly held by Etien.

She paced the hall, listening for both the timer and for Betula as she nursed Landric, waiting for either to signal what she would need to do.

She ended up taking the pan au chocolat from the oven with Landric in the sling around her.

While they cooled, she headed back to the bedroom and fully planned to place Landric into the safely enclosed bit of the bedroom floor while she took care of Betula, but that was not to be.

Betula was calm, but she was awake, cooing up to Aymeric, who was leaning on the side of the cradle to talk to her.

“Good morning, young lady,” he murmured. “I assume your mother has your brother, then?”

Betula gurgled.

“I see. No, I do not expect you to have all the answers, little one.”

“You’re up, huh?” Etien asked, getting Landric settled on her hip.

Now he looked up. “There she is, and your brother, too. I imagine you must be as happy to see them as I am,” he said to Betula, though he wasn’t looking at her. “Only just,” he replied to Etien finally, “good morning.”

“That’s a shame,” she sighed, “I had this whole plan about waking you up the same way you wake me up.”

“And that would have been very sweet,” he said. Then he patted the bed, starting to sit up. Etien sat down, settling Landric in her lap.

“Oh, well. I make plans, and the Twelve laugh. Nothing stopping me from proceeding regardless.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, then his lips. “Happy nameday, Aymeric.”

“Why, thank you.” he took Landric from her lap. “I hadn’t meant to disrupt your—” He sniffed the air. “Is that butter?”

“I made my mother’s pan au chocolat,” she replied, standing now that she wasn’t holding a baby, and started for the door. “Stay put, and I’ll bring you one.”

She returned with a plate, handing it over to him with a smile and finally lifting Betula from the cradle, expressing her apologies as she got her settled for a changing.

“I know, Betula. If your da had still been asleep, I was going to have you all comfortable and fed, then I would have woken him up. But he does reliably rise with the sun. I should have known.”

Aymeric scoffed his way into a laugh, watching as Etien got to feeding Betula.

“How are they?”

“Good,” he answered. “Even better than last time. Though I admit, it is just a touch difficult to eat while holding a baby.”

“You’re telling me,” she said, though there was little to the statement. She simply knew. “One moment, and Betula will be asleep again. I’ll get Landric settled again, too, and then you can finish that and get ready for the day.”

“How long do I have?”

“Three-quarters of a bell,” she said, glancing to the chronometer on the mantle. “But all you have to do is eat what’s already prepared and get dressed. You have plenty of time.”

He nodded, bouncing Landric on his knee. “Just like a knight on his steed,” he remarked, watching Landric’s eyes widen, his smile following.

Now Aymeric turned to Etien. “You weren’t kidding about the teeth.”

She crossed the room and gently laid Betula down, then wiped Landric’s mouth with her nightgown’s sleeve. “No, they certainly are coming in. Betula’s are, too, but she isn’t drooling.” She took him from Aymeric’s arm, and began to sway from foot to foot, slowly spinning as if she were teaching him to waltz.

Aymeric watched her feet as he was getting himself into his clothing, and noticed the simplified boxstep she had fallen into. Aww.

He finished the pastry, too, asking for a second to enjoy with his tea when he got into his office, and was allowed one immediately.

“You can choose among them; they’re in the kitchen still,” Etien told him, laying Landric down now. “And while I doubt Lucia will work you too hard, today of all days, remember to take it easy. I have some plans for us for when you get home. All right?”

He nodded, but added, “But what could I possibly want besides this, such a perfect start to my day?”

“Well, hopefully, you’ll like it,” she said, already following him down the hall and almost out the door, until the bite of the winds sweeping across the Pillars hit her. “I’ll see you later. I love you.”

And off he went.

_

Aymeric came home to find they had guests—not enough for it to be a party, but more people than he had expected to be there when he came in.

“Estinien, this is a welcome…” well, it wasn’t a surprise, was it?“...development. But Lord Edmont, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I have been employed for the evening to do what I am always eager to do—play grandpere.”

“Oh yes?”

“Yes,” Etien answered, finally coming to the foyer. Aymeric couldn’t stop himself from scanning her from head to toe when he finally caught proper sight of her, when she’d come to a stop. She was dressed very nicely, considering he had last seen her in her nightgown, its sleeve smeared with their son’s saliva. He thought he recognized the dress, then it hit him all at once: she had worn that dress the night she had joined him for dinner, when they’d gotten to share that promised drink so long ago. She looked just as good now as she had then, though it had been a white dress the first time he had seen her in it.

“I can guess why you’re attired so,” he said to her, still giving her appreciative twice and thrice-overs. “But if Estinien is here, then why…” he didn’t know quite how to finish the question in a way that wouldn’t offend his father-in-law. He was always welcome at the house, the same as he always welcomed Etien into the Fortemps home, but there was a still a bit of confusion lingering in the corners of Aymeric’s mind. He could guess he was about to be invited on a date, but—oh. Oh, of course.

Edmont was here to watch the twins because Estinien was coming with. Naturally.

“Oh,” he mumbled finally. “Right. Silly of me.”

Estinien laughed. “Are you sure we should be going out? You may be too tired.”

Aymeric gave him a sheepish smile. “It has been a long day; nothing would please me more than an evening out with you both.”

He stepped past the three of them, heading toward the bedroom so that he could change into something a bit more suitable for the occasion. When he came back, he gave everyone a nod, and they all said their goodbyes to Edmont, Betula, and Landric.

“I expect we’ll be back before it gets too late,” she told him as she adjusted the sleepers that they were dressed in. “You may not even need to get them to sleep.”

“Go, go, do not worry about it. I managed to help raising my own children, I doubt my grandchildren will raise much more of a challenge. Enjoy the night.”

And so the trio stepped out into the chill evening.

They picnicked in the Firmament, choosing a spot near Hoarfrost Hall, so they could see it all spread out before them as they ate.

“It is a lovely sight, if you want to get sentimental,” Estinien noted. “Loving a city so much you manage to rebuild it, and creating something this nice.”

“I only wish I could have done more,” Aymeric noted, trying to swallow so he could elaborate. But before he did, Etien chimed in.

“Me too.”

“You spent an unbelievable amount of time gathering supplies in the Diadem,” Aymeric reminded her.

“I suppose so.” Her ears dipped.

“Besides, being practically chained to your desk and expecting are conditions that prevented that. You had excuses.”

Aymeric and Etien both shrugged.

“By the Fury, you would think the two of you married your jobs instead of each other,” Estinien snorted.

After a beat, and her ears returning to their normal angle, Etien replied, “Well, with the circumstances of our entering those jobs, it was an arranged marriage, if anything.” She scooted closer to Aymeric, nuzzling him. “This is for love.” She reached across Aymeric a moment later to take Estinien’s hand. “This is, too.”

“This is about Aymeric,” Estinien said, squeezing her hand before he let go. “And speaking of which, I think we made it through Etien’s plans for the evening. Shall we get started on mine before night falls much harder upon us?”

“What did you have in mind?” Aymeric asked. “I hadn’t known we had so many things to do.”

“You will not be,” Estinien commented, starting to rise. He offered a hand to Aymeric to help him up, and Etien stood up, starting to clean up after the picnic.

Aymeric turned to help her, but she waved him onward. “Go with Estinien,” she told him. “I’ll catch up.”

Looking a little sad, he did as she said, the two of them walking toward Snowsoak Springs.

They entered the pools, sitting in the water that still billowed steam, side by side. For a time, they were silent, just enjoying the warm water and each other’s company until they heard familiar footfalls approaching.

Estinien turned around first, and then Aymeric followed. Etien sank into the water on the other side of Aymeric, sighing. “That’s more like it.”

“What did you do with the basket?” they both asked her, even as Estinien moved to set his plans into motion.

“Called in a favor from Ehll Tou,” Etien replied simply. “I told her she and the dragonets could split some of the contents, but they weren’t allowed to finish anything. There will still be leftovers; I just eased her burden and asked her to drop the basket off—to place it down, not literally drop it—outside the house.”

“The convenience of having dragon assistance,” Estinien grumbled.

She shrugged, a little smile on her lips. “You don’t have to go without it anymore. Anyroad, enough about the leftovers and the dragonets. We came here to help you relax, Aymeric.”

“You did, did you?”

She nodded. “Few know better than we do how stressed you are, playing all the roles you have to, and doing it so well.”

“And you’re tighter than an over-wound chronometer,” Estinien added, lightly pressing Aymeric’s back. “So we wanted to help.”

“Especially today,” Etien agreed. “So you can just settle back and we’ll take care of you.”

By the time they were done, Aymeric wasn’t sure whether there was a spot on his body that had been ignored (within reason, of course; they were still in public). He had rolled his shoulders with much more ease when Estinien was done with them, finding much less tension held within the muscles there. For her part, Etien had done something incredible with his calves. While they had been slightly achy for what felt like moons now, that was no longer. Now, he could practically dance en pointe, if he was asked to.

But most of all, the thing that made him feel like he was floating as he exited the springs, dressed, and went back home, his lovers tucked under his arms either side, was that they had gone to the trouble for him. He had said last year to Etien that he had never had such a fuss made about him for his nameday, and she had told him then what it was clear she meant now, and likely every year on: he was worth celebrating.

And oh, what a celebration it had been. Quiet, comforting, and relaxing. Everything he wanted. He was ready now to cap his day perfectly; to kiss his beloveds goodnight, lovers and children both, and sink into a restful sleep. Another year older and more blessed.

#fic #just in time it almost wasn't the 15th anymore #wyrmelliferel #he just needs love and tlc every day. especially on his nameday

[koscheimaryas]

REVERSE: o meu muse se declarar pro seu à meia noite do ano novo + harpia

o meu muse se declarar pro seu à meia noite do ano novo ─ starring daria and harper

It had been 364 days ever since Daria had seen her house that bright. Silver and white ornaments, tissues hanging on the walls and details everywhere made the place look like anyone’s New Year’s dream, hers included, if it wasn’t for her constantly damp mood. Throwing a party on that kind of occasion couldn’t even pass by as her own choice anymore; it was an obligation. People at school waited eagerly for their invites for any of the bashes the girl was known for hosting, always the craziest, fanciest and most expensive ones. Her best friends harassed her for details of the celebration for weeks. The football team lightly threatened her every time she seemed discouraged. Unknown people who found her number somewhere bombarded her phone with texts begging to be put on her list, while some of them didn’t even bother asking anymore. In the end, everyone worth knowing ended up on the Hwang mansion, basking on her little ray of sunlight for as long as she’d let them. 

That much popularity had a pricey cost. It had been ages ever since the girl had truly enjoyed any of her parties; hosting one of those had always given her headaches, making her forget the times where the things she did for herself actually brought her any joy. All she ever did those days was ward off weird, random people who wanted to crash the place, stop her friends from locking themselves inside her off-limits bedroom, check twice and thrice if her father’s cabinets and all his expensive liquor were properly locked up. By running around the house for the entire night, she lost whatever fun happened and all the scandals that took place upon the pool, the secretive gardens and any other dark corners around her sprawling estate. In the end, the only moment that gave Daria a reason to laugh a little was the most unexpected one; as soon as her security crew notified her that her fellow classmate Harper and his stoned crew were waiting at the gates, the girl prepared herself for some well needed distraction.

That time, the exact reason why her mood couldn’t be called the brightest was the same one that still made her parties the slightest bit memorable for her. Harper Kang was an incognito; he and his good for nothing friends never seemed to care much about her and her own clique, but were always assiduous presences every time invitations were sent over. They never got any, but that had never stopped them for showing up. With that lazy, shiny and stupid smile of his, Kang got away with pretty much anything, especially her tight security, who got along with him and his boys as soon as they got to know them. Daria didn’t even care anymore. All went well as long as he didn’t look for her; lately, however, she had to hide from the boy and his dubious attempts to have her attention, something that had never made any sense until Christmas. At first, Hwang wondered if that was another one of his pastimes, getting her worked up and fuming every time he showed up on her line of sight. And then the kiss happened. Whatever sane thought that ever constituted her mind had made way to the worst mess she had ever gotten herself into, and the cause of it had no idea how rattled he had left her. 

Harper’s lips pressing down on hers was a scene that the girl repeated on her brain over and over as soon as she woke up, made her way throughout the day, and then went to sleep. She thought about that while studying. Working out. Swimming in her pool. Going through her cheer routine. Breathing. The ever so chaste touch, so trivial, and yet the one thing that stuck for the entire week, until that New Year’s Eve. Daria had had countless boyfriends through the years, thousands of experiences, enough to not care about what had happened just a few days ago. But the misery of not being able to forget that stupid kiss, no matter how hard she tried, still made zero sense to her. It was Harper, after all. Harper, the lazy one, the stoned guy, the carefree soul that crossed her path way too many times for her liking. The one who enjoyed messing with her to an unhealthy amount, unreasonably, who always sent dozens of texts and stupid jokes that were constantly left unanswered. Was that another one of his jokes? Did he really take her for that much of a fool? Maybe that was his plan all along, she thought for the thousandth time that day. Maybe he knew how crazy he’d let her by doing the one thing she never thought he had the guts to do. Kang just never counted with the possibility of her finding out that the moment they had shared hadn’t been so repulsive, not in the slightest.

By the time people started filtering from the gigantic gates of her estate, Daria had already had her way with two thirds of a very expensive bottle of champagne. She greeted her guests with a lazy smile, her usual elegant arrogance lost after that many glasses, sauntering around the place with the easiness and poise only she could master. Looking that much prim and pretty in a sparkly, tiny dress, the cheerleader was everyone’s dream and possibly worst nightmare. Such perfection, however, made for a perfect cover up for the fact that ragged, carefree Harper was all that went through her head. That was the most idiotic situation Hwang had ever gotten herself into. For a kiss under the mistletoe to rattle her like nothing ever did before, and to writhe with the need to understand what her classmate wanted from her, once and for all. The party was a great place to corner him and question him about it, if it wasn’t for the fact that she’d run miles away from him before staying in the same room as that guy. That spoke volumes about her nervousness and nothing about how repulsive she found him, just a few weeks ago.

She knew the moment Harper and his crew had arrived in the house; the music changed for whatever upbeat track they chose, laughter and screams filled the space by the pool where most people mingled. Daria’s parties had the amazing factor of bringing together cliques that would’ve never uttered a word to each other, and the stoned friends were the glue that kept everything tight. The girl quickly took the opportunity to disappear inside one of the rooms of her house under the excuse of having to check if anything had been broken, but Kang knew better. In a matter of seconds, there he was, tailing behind her and making it hard to breathe. The minutes ticked closer and closer to midnight, to a new year, and yet Hwang couldn’t seem to get her thoughts right. Again, she found herself inside the same place her classmate had cornered her back on Christmas, the roomy living room once filled with boxes of presents, now devoid of anything holiday-themed, if it wasn’t for the damn mistletoe still hanging by the window. A hilarious joke from the cleaning crew.

“That wasn’t supposed to be here.” She pointed at the mistletoe swaying gently by the evening breeze, a morose laughter escaping from her lips. That time, Harper hadn’t even needed to chase her around the house until she couldn’t hide anymore, for the alcohol made for great strength and courage. The need to understand whatever the hell was happening was also a strong indicator to the reason why Daria stared curiously at Kang, her mouth pursed in a distasteful little sneer at his usual carefree countenance. “You must think you’re so funny, Harper Kang. You get in here, have your way inside my house, enjoy my party. Kiss the host and then leave like nothing happened.” The girl slurred as each crooked step brought her closer to him, her finger now pointed at his chest, champagne sloshing from her glass. “I’m not stupid. Plus I’m not even mean to you. Like, I even pretend you don’t exist. Why won’t you leave me alone?”

Whatever happened after that was a blur. Daria acknowledged Harper grabbing her by the shoulders, not apologizing for playing with her that way - because it wasn’t a joke, he said. She was there, intently staring at him as he told her that nothing was a game, his usually funny expression morphed into pure seriousness. Her alcohol-soaked brain just couldn’t seem to process any of that information. Later, the cheerleader would remember how absurd his words sounded as he admitted liking her for the longest time, always chasing her around not for the thrill of it, but because he cared. The rest was easy enough to piece; she realized the reason why that kiss had never left her thoughts, not even for a single moment, wasn’t because it was unusual. It was because it felt good enough to populate her mind like nothing else did before. Yet Hwang would drop dead before announcing that to anyone, especially her fellow classmate. 

Precisely here, she repeated over and over in her head, the words he had proffered just a week ago before pulling her near. Precisely there. The two under the outdated mistletoe, the loud partygoers counting down the seconds until midnight. Harper’s pretty mouth getting closer and closer until everything that kept them apart was a single breath, his eyes twinkling in the dark. Daria had no recollection of who broke the distance first; she just knew that, the moment the bell tolled midnight, she had once again kissed Harper Kang. Weird, stupid Harper Kang. Hopelessly in love with her Harper Kang. And that didn’t disgust her, not even in the slightest.

#deathcabforplots #𝐭: answered #𝐨𝐭𝐩: daria x harper

[be-dazzled]

#SIYC

Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser Genre: Multi-chapter, Romance, Comedy Rating: M for sensitive language and content 

You got that thing that I been looking for Been running around for so long Now I caught you, I won't let you go Just say you feel the way that I feel I'm feeling…

–       Sexual, Neiked

The sun was already so up high when Gray woke from his deep slumber. He stretched his arms out and cracked his neck side to side. A yawn stretched his mouth and his eyes still needed some opening. Gray felt like he went for swimming lapses last night. And then more. Who knew pouring your heart out could be that exhausting? Emotions are too overwhelming but Gray had no regrets. A satisfied smile played on his lips, forcing him to get out of bed and seek that beautiful blue-haired he suddenly missed.

Gray dragged his feet to his closet, found himself a dark grey tee and shoved his arms into the sleeve holes. Hoopster knocked on Juvia’s door first, careful not to wake the woman up in case she was still sleeping in. When no one answered, he tried the doorknob, twisting the polished nob to open. It seemed like Juvia wasn’t one to lock her door, which was okay, since she was staying at the safety of the Mine Mansion. Gray slowly pushed the door open, calling her name in case she wasn’t decent, which he also wouldn’t mind to be honest. Unfortunately, the bed was already made and there was no ‘still dressing’ Juvia inside. Gray hurried to the dining where he heard the utensils clattering. It turned out to be a disappointment, and he didn’t even try to hide it, only seeing his mother and a few of the helps arranging the table.

“Hey mom,” Gray walked into the dining room, reduced into hugging the back of the tall chair when all he wanted was his bluenette within his arms. “Has Juvia come down yet?” He looked around, a pout audible from his voice, but still no blue-haired beauty.

“Wow, not even a good morning, huh?” Mika remarked, not taking her eyes off the spoons and forks she was arranging, to address her son.

“Sorry.”

Mika Mine waited for a few louder impatient breaths from her ill-mannered son, just to test his patience and to teach him a lesson. Mika placed the toasted garlic bread she bought from the market on the table. Only raised her gaze to finally look at her son after thanking one of the helpers.

“I heard she’s at your fath–at the basketball court.”

Gray, realizing his first mistake, threw his arms around his mother and planted a quick peck on her cheek. “Thank you.” Then, he disappeared from his mother’s sight.

Gray hurriedly made his way to the old basketball court, not even stopping to just see and smell the roses. He skidded to a stop at the end of the pathway and quickly spot Juvia’s figure a few feet away from the ring tower. Looking closer, Gray was surprised, but definitely not disappointed, at the ballerina who was dribbling a ball between two hands before attempting a shot.

“Morning exercise?”

Juvia was just coming to pick up the ball that bounced off the ground. She whipped her head at his direction, her long ponytail flying out behind.

“Oh, Gray!” She acknowledged. “Good morning.”

Her bright smile was so contagious that Gray found himself smiling back at her. As soon as he was inside the rectangle, seeing his girlfriend closer, that responsive smile quickly dropped. His thick brows met in a frown, nose crinkling in slight dismay.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh, this? Your mother got it for me.” Juvia answered, resting the ball at the side of her hip and returning to the free-throw line. “She invited me to go to the central market.”

“That’s good. You guys are bonding.” Gray walked up to her, hands planted on his waist, dark eyes narrowing at that long wicking polyester fabric hanging on his girlfriend’s shoulders. “But what are you wearing?”

“A jersey.” Juvia answered, tone implying that it should have been obvious. “Fiore Knights Jersey, to be exact.” She attempted a second shot and the ball went in perfectly. Juvia was about to run after the bouncing ball but Gray beat her to it.

“I can see that...” Gray sounded like he was about to say something more, purposely leaving his statement hanging. He dribbled the ball thrice before executing a right lay-up.

“I look good in it, don’t I? The girl from the stall said it’s an ‘Isvan Must-Have’.”

Juvia spun around to present herself to Gray. The boyfriend had to admit, there was something about his girlfriend wearing that basketball uniform, which he loved and greatly respected, that made those butterflies in his stomach flutter. Even if the jersey was too big for Juvia’s slender figure. Gray rested the ball against his hip and walked up to Juvia, who was enjoying her Fiore Knights uniform and that long ponytail at the back of her head.

“It’s cute.”

Gray stopped in front of Juvia, staring her up and down. Juvia could feel his dark eyes undressing her of that jersey.

“But you got the wrong number, sweetie.”

Juvia bit her lip in no surprise. It seemed like she knew exactly whose jersey number it was. Yet, she still wore the same. With a stubborn smile she told him, “It’s all they have.” Juvia snatched the ball from him and pushed past Gray, who still had one brow cocked up. “Apparently, yours sell like hotcakes.” Her ball hit the rim and ricocheted.

“Well, missy. I don’t like it when my girlfriend is wearing someone else’s number.” Gray followed the ballerina to the left side of the ring, catching her by surprise as she tried her luck shooting the ball on the side. “Take it off.”

“What?!”

Gray played with the hem where the sleeve was supposed to be, tugging on it. “I said take it off.”

Juvia just stared at him like he was crazy, which she sure Gray was apparently, demanding from her to take the jersey off. “Here?”

“Yes.” Gray answered in a tone that said it should have been obvious.

“I’m not gonna take my shirt in the middle of this court, Gray.” She rolled her eyes at him. Really? They may have been in the comfort of the Mine’s private compound but that didn’t mean Juvia would just freely flaunt herself in that open space. Who knew if someone was watching them through a telescope? Or drone? Or something?

“Wanna play for it?” Gray wasn’t going to drop the subject that easily.

Juvia faced her absolutely shameless boyfriend, her jaw dropping at his audacity. He wasn’t being serious, was he? Because that would be totally absurd. But she asked again, just in case.

“What?”

“If you beat me, you get to keep that stupid jersey. But if I win, you need to take it off.” Juvia would have cracked up, ROFLed, you know, rolled on the floor laughing, if not for that seriousness in Gray’s expression. And to prove he meant business, one corner of his mouth lifted in a challenging grin. “Here.”

Totally. Absurd. She wasn’t really considering it, was she?

“That would be really unfair for me. You’re a professional player–”

“–Basketball god, some would say.” Gray cocked a brow, as he snatched the ball in Juvia’s hands, to prove a point. “No rules. First to reach ten points win.” He tried to sell it but Juvia still looked skeptical. She was at the losing end going up against a three-time MVP. “I’ll even let you have a head-start.” Gray returned the ball to Juvia. While the ballerina accepted it, her guarded eyes remained skeptical about Gray’s terms, eyeing the man as if anytime he’d attack her. She considered the slight possibility that Gray might let her win, if his ego would allow. When she walked a little distance away from him and near the net, Gray just crossed his arms against his chest and watched her score two points. He didn’t move even after that and just waited for Juvia’s other shot.

“That’s four points all in all. I guess that’s enough head-start.”

Like a predator stalking his prey, Gray slowly approached Juvia while the noticeably nervous ballerina still held the ball in her hands. The Team Captain of one of Fiore’s best basketball teams and three-time MVP feigned offense, pretending to suddenly approach her and steal the ball. Juvia jerked back with the ball in hand.

“Quick reflexes, Lockser.”

Gray quickly cornered Juvia, raising his arms on the side guarding the ballerina, who dribbled the ball in front of her but had her back on Gray. She’d hit her back against Gray’s front when he tried to dig.

“Not today, Fullbuster.”

Juvia faked a right turn and eventually shook him away. Gray didn’t take offense from that little trick. He was too amused and proud of that unexpected bluff that won Juvia another two points.

Juvia threw her hands in the air and did a little dance before shoving the ball to Gray. “Keep up, Captain.” It sounded more like a snide name-calling rather than the respectable title it was supposed to be.

“Don’t be so cocky.”

And before Juvia could even react, Gray was already near the ring with his first two points under his belt. Of course, he didn’t let the victory slide. Juvia was again in possession of the ball but she lost it in her hands before she could even blink. Gray shot the stolen ball from outside the three-point line, reminding Juvia why he was the best pointer of last season.

“You are taking this too seriously.”

“Well, I seriously hate that shirt.”

When Gray was rearing towards the net and had Juvia shuffling along with him as she had her hands in defense, the sly ballerina had the greatest idea of kissing him on the cheek, startling Gray and rooting him on the spot.

“That’s eight points in total.”

“So that’s how you want to play the game, huh?”

“Hey,” Juvia threw him the ball and resumed her position as his guard, “you’re the one who said there are no rules.”

“Alright.” He said. Gray wasn’t mad about it or anything. He bounced the ball twice and taunted the ballerina by holding the ball at arm’s length. When Juvia tried to snatch it, Gray jerked his arm away quickly. The couple stayed on the three-point line as Juvia grabbed for the ball that Gray kept above his head, out of her reach. His height played a good part while Juvia was the one who had to tiptoe, sometimes leaning on Gray for support. Hoopster seized the opportunity and stole a kiss from Juvia before throwing in his second three-point shot.

“I guess that’s a tie.”

The game ended with a rare dunk shot from Gray and a score of 8 vs 10, in favor of the boyfriend.

“Not bad, Lockser.” Gray leaned on the ring tower, planting his palm flatly against the side of the pole, taking a shade from the morning sun. He wiped the sweat that wet his forehead with the back of his arm. “Now, time for your punishment.”

“No. It’s not.” Juvia rested one hand on her hips in a defiant manner. She didn’t sound as firm as she was when Gray first suggested the punishment.

“Be a sport, Juvia. Now, take off that jersey.”

Juvia gave him a look, contemplating her options. “Fine.” She dropped her hand on the side and tugged at the hem of her large jersey. “Like this?”

Gray couldn’t believe that Juvia was actually going through with it. Yes, he said he’d be firm with her when he was to demand his reward/her punishment but now that it came to this… he wasn’t complaining but as the bottom of the cloth lifted upwards, his heart was racing – and not because of that brief one-on-one basketball they just had – but because of that teasing twinkle in her eyes that got Gray a little nervous and honestly, turned on.

“Higher.” Gray heard himself order, which was a miracle considering it was a struggle to breathe.

Juvia suddenly became very obedient. She lifted the edge of the shirt higher, revealing white, smooth skin beneath as her knuckles brushed past the band of her shorts and against her stomach.

And Gray… well, his hand mysteriously slipped off the shaft he was leaning on for support and almost fell on the ground, face first. The triumphant smile slowly dropped and he could feel his blood rushing to that one part of his body as he continued to watch the fabric slide past her belly button and further up her slim ribs.

“Higher?”

The only response he could muster was a breathy ‘yeah’ or a low groan. Juvia wasn’t sure, neither was Gray. But the ballerina got the point, just staring at his expression: eyes wide open and lips slightly apart.

The band of her pink lace bra made a peek.

He held his breath as the shirt pulled up a few inches above the band, teasing the lace that cupped the bottoms of her breasts. Just a little more, he thought. Just a little more…

“There you are!”

Juvia pulled her shirt down swiftly.

NOOOOO!

His mother’s voice sounded like nails against a chalkboard – freakishly annoying and hellishly frustrating.

Mika didn’t bother to come down the court and stayed at the pathway. “C’mon! Breakfast is ready.” She started back to the house and turned around again to remind them, “You two change first. Gray, put on a fresh shirt.”

“I know!” Gray was obviously irritated.

“Come here. I’ll wipe your face with this towel–”

“–Mom!” Hoopster whined, throwing his mother a deadly look. If she didn’t get the hint then he just had to shoo her away, “We’ll be right behind you.” And he was glad she didn’t insist on that face-wipe because: one, he wasn’t a child; and two, he would have died right there and then if Mika Mine found out what his girlfriend’s strip tease did to her son’s body.

And Juvia… she just gave him that guilty look. They laughed it off like a bad joke but Gray almost died in suspense.

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Gray knew that the stay at the mansion wasn’t going to last long. Later this afternoon, they had to drive back to the city and deal with the daily grind on Monday. Back to regular programming. That didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy breakfast with his family, his team and his girlfriend. Gray glanced at Juvia who was seated beside him. He didn’t notice he was already glaring at her cute tight t-shirt until Loke flagrantly pointed it out. He was then forced to spend the rest of the morning trying not to think about that strip tease his girlfriend did for him, which proved to be a real struggle because he spent the rest of breakfast thinking when she could get to finish the show.

Man, Gray didn’t even know she had it in her.

After breakfast, Mika pulled him by the corner asking about his plans for his birthday. Gray could sense she wanted to ask for another day to stay and celebrate it together. He reasoned he had commitments in the city. She didn’t push it but Gray sure did feel guilty. Mothers – always playing the guilt card. And he was sure it was that which prompted him to agree to come back next weekend. After that talk and a few reminders, he wandered around the mansion to look for his girl in that pink statement shirt – Girl Power – and found her leaning against the railing at the veranda. He was about to join her when Gray realized she wasn’t alone. It didn’t sit with him right, having a certain pink-haired Natsu standing in his place. They looked deep in conversation. Of course, there was no reason to be jealous about it. Fiore Knight Members didn’t steal a brother’s girl. That rule was set in stone. But he couldn’t help that bitter taste stirring in the pit of his stomach. The mental image of Juvia in that jersey with Natsu’s number on didn’t help too.

“What are you two whispering about?”

“Nothing important.” Natsu quickly answered before he peeled himself off the railing, excused himself from Juvia and walked back into the house.

Gray could tell he was trying to act like it was nothing. But it was too casual to be nothing. He threw him a side glance when his Vice Captain passed him by with that forced, toothy smile. The sound of heels tapping on the marble floor pulled his attention back to the woman coming to meet him. Gray abandoned the thought for a moment. He’ll get to the bottom of that later. For now, having Juvia alone in the veranda kicked that mystery off of the priority list.

Gray met Juvia halfway. His hands automatically wrapped themselves around her waist while the ballerina snaked one arm around his neck. The other poked a finger where his furrowed brows met.

“What’s with that frown?”

Gray didn’t answer. He obviously wasn’t going to admit to anything.

“Oh, I get it.” Juvia pulled him closer, if that was even possible, and brushed the tip of her nose against his. “Is my boyfriend jealous?”

Gray snorted. “No.” He tightened his arms around her body and stole a peck on the lips. “Just a little disappointed I didn’t get to see the rest of your strip show.”

“Oh, that.”

A small flame caused by the memory powdered Juvia’s cheeks rosy.

“When will you get to finish it?”

“Not anytime soon. That’s for sure.” answered Juvia before pressing an innocent kiss on Gray’s lips.

Gray mumbled something. Then, getting tired of all that ‘child kiss’, he didn’t let Juvia speak another word, saddled up and kissed his girlfriend like a real man – with tongue.

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Gray placed their bags at the backseat of his Lamborghini. He still cocked a brow at that sequined leopard duffle. But that was just a distraction. In all honesty, Hoopster was still very much bothered by Natsu and Juvia’s sudden closeness. He wasn’t a jealous type. Not to anyone and especially not with any of his teammates, let alone his best friend. Although, he would never admit that out loud – Natsu being his best friend. They were brothers and they all subscribe to the unwritten Bro Code. Besides, he was happy that the guys liked Juvia – really, really liked her. He didn’t mind them interacting with his girlfriend, encouraged it even. So, why all the mysterious whispers and acting like nothing?

Gray heard his mother’s voice. She was saying something to Juvia, which earned small laughs and giggles from the ballerina. He opted to watch in a safe distance as his parents embraced Juvia and bade goodbye. He, the son, got a wave from afar. He preferred that. Gray wasn’t in the mood to get another hug and pat at the back from the President. Too much unnecessary skinship.

Juvia walked down to Gray’s car, an ear-to-ear smile still plastered on her face.

“Looks like they really like you, huh?”

“Well, I live to please.” She quipped, stopping at the passenger seat’s door.

“Speaking of pleasing, I–”

“–except for that.”

Juvia already knew what he was driving at and no, Juvia would not engage him. His parents were still at the door waving them goodbye for goodness’ sake. And even if the whole thing really did look ridiculous now that she thought back to when Gray’s mother walked in on Juvia stripping… They laughed it off. Still, what would the woman think of her if she actually finished pulling off that jersey? Que horror.

Gray pouted. “No more strip shows?”

Juvia just glared at him. The ballerina swore she wasn’t going to ever do that again – well, at least not in public.

When Gray was about to climb into his car, Juvia raised her open palm at him, asking for the keys to the car instead.

“You want to drive?”

“I know you’re tired so I’m offering.”

Gray shut his door close and leaned over it, mulling over how he was going to play this situation without him receiving the cold-shoulder treatment thereafter. He had been a part of this conversation far too many times not to know it rarely ended well. He never really let anyone drive the Ghini. It’s his baby!

“This is a really expensive car, Juvia.” He said slowly, careful not to strike a chord or else… Female logic was the hardest to read.

“You don’t trust your girlfriend?”

See? In what universe did ‘not letting her drive your car’ read as ‘not trusting her’? The complicated universe of the female brain.

“Juvia…” Gray talked with caution, not wanting to be misinterpreted and to start a fight that early in the relationship.

“Gray…” She kept her hand held out to him, insisting on the keys and taking the same tone he had with her.

Gray steered around his car to walk up next to Juvia, only to whisper his answer so no nosy mother come snooping. Juvia saw his purposeful smile before he leaned in to whisper into her ears, “Only if you finish that strip show, girlfriend.”

But like Gray, Juvia had some trick up her sleeves too. Sensing an upcoming victory, the ballerina played the same naughtiness on her lips. “Really? While your parents are watching?” She challenged. She didn’t even have to wait to get that ugly reaction wrinkling his smug face. Juvia watched him threw a glance behind her; one she was sure was directed at the older man. Because Juvia didn’t spend the week without learning a thing or two.

“Keys?”

Gray withdrew his attention from the old geezer and looked down at the woman who dared… oh, dating smart-asses was such a pain. But he still had one last card to play. He leaned in, pressed a soft kiss on her lips and put up a wide, playing an innocent grin, which earned a serious look from the woman.

“What? I thought you said kiss.” But the glare wasn’t budging. “Although, I have a dictionary in my phone that disagrees with that definition.” Gray seemed to have failed to notice, or rather, chose to ignore the serious look.

But he knew he couldn’t keep up with that show anymore, he got himself a stubborn one. Gray dangled the keys in front of Juvia, which the woman quickly snatched from his hand. He realized then, he just lost and he would keep on losing where this woman was concerned. If he got to steal a few kisses – and a few more real ones too, those which abide by the definition – then he didn’t mind caving in.

And that’s a big commitment coming from the very competitive ‘basketball god’.

---

Gray kept telling her where to go or how to drive, even how slow or slow-er she should go and honestly, he was starting to get on Juvia’s nerves.

“Babe, if you could just sit tight while I drive,” She told him off without taking her eyes away from the road. “that would be really awesome.” Her voice had finality and she didn’t have to throw a glare at him for Gray to know she was serious.

In the end, Gray gave up. If he was in Juvia’s shoes, he’d lash out at that person bossing him around. He settled comfortably in his seat, leaving Ghini’s fate into his girlfriend’s hands. What’s the worst that could happen?

He fell asleep.

Gray was violently woken up by the fact that: one, someone else was driving his Ghini, although that someone was Juvia and he trusted her whole-heartedly, or maybe three-fourth of his heart trusted her, the other one-fourth feeling guilty about betraying the Ghini for letting someone else – who wasn’t him – drive his baby; and two, he shouldn’t be sleeping so peacefully why someone else was driving it! He should have at least kept an eye on that.

“Where are we?!” Gray asked over the loud noise of impatient cars in Magnolia’s heavy traffic.

“Relax. We’re near your place.” She smiled at him, a smile Gray was sure was all about gloating and not the friendly kind.

The Ghini crawled into a neutral and the ballerina on the wheel finally looked at him, “Did you have a good sleep?”

“No.” He answered, inwardly scolding himself for letting Ghini down. Gray sure knew how Julian Lockser felt when his daughter took the Ferrari out for a spin. He’d apologize to his baby later. For now, he’d laid back and get more sleep. “Where are we going anyway?” He absently asked, tired eyes already shut close.

“Home.” Juvia flatly answered.

It forced one shut lid to open, “Yours or mine?” Gray insinuated, the possibility of maybe getting some alone time with Juvia painted a knowing smile on his pulled lips.

“Yours, silly.”

Dark eyes grew wide in shock. Juvia? In his bachelor pad? That could only mean one thing, right? Was he finally getting lai–lucky? From then on, Gray couldn’t seem to keep his eyes closed and his heartbeat steady.

---

Writer’s Corner: Of course I’m not gonna leave you hanging on that drama, right? I gotchu boo! Also, Juvia stripping? Hell yeah! 

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content/warning(s): angst, fluffy ending... okay maybe Denki snuck in some booze to the underaged dance 

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↳ summary/prompt: prom night doesn’t always go as planned

a/n: I'm very sorry, this is terrible. I'd say it was my best, but even I know it's not. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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You had a crush on Bakugou Katsuki, the class hot head. Everyone, including him, knew since when you told your bestie Mina, she told Denki, who told everyone.

You didn't exactly mind since it made you feel more comfortable with your advances. You'd often ask him out, casually leaning over to him, "Wanna go out?" And he'd always decline roughly, "No dumbass."

Since prom was coming up, you'd been asking him thrice as much as usual. You had a whole suit picked for him, which you'd bought beforehand, and a matching dress.

But as he always did, he rejected you, "I'm not going to the prom with some extra, I don't care if you bought a suit, or a dress! Stop askin' me, I don't want to go with you!"

Something about the way he said it, it made you finally understand, he didn't like you back. "Okay, I-I'm sorry... I won't ask you anymore," tears began to line your tear ducts, making your eyes glossy, "I already bought it, and it's tailored to your body... J-just keep it I guess."

You threw the suit over his shoulder, keeping your head down and running away. You didn't run far, because you dorm was right next to his. So much for persistence.

You felt terrible, but you promised Mina and Ochako you'd be there, and you didn't want to miss your prom. You jumped into the shower, allowing the running water to mask your tears. Slowly, the warmth let you drift away, and you stopped hopelessly sobbing.

The dress you'd picked was black and red. The breast piece was red, a tight fabric holding low you your breast, covering barely the same amount as a bra. The waist down was black, and it reached mid thigh, a slight on your right thigh, even if it was a tight dress. The gloves you picked were fingerless and went up to your shoulder. It was beautiful, honestly, and fit you perfectly, hugging your waist and curves in all the right ways.

You slipped on the dress, tugging the gloves up and fixing some leggings to cover your legs, to a degree at least. Before you could put on your shiny new satin heels, you heard a knock.

"One second, be right there!"

Bakugou felt like shit, trudging around his room.

"Y'know, that was probably enough for her to leave you alone for ever man," Kirishima mumbled, focusing on the suit you'd bought for his best friend, "Shame though, she got you a really nice suit compared to the one you bought."

Bakugou growled, unable to express his guilt in any other way.

"You might be able to catch her before the dance, I mean, it's still a few hours away and she's right next door," Kirishima suggested, "But you have to be gentle and romantic about it, or else you're at a loss."

"Like heck I would!" Ironically, he began to put his shoes on, then, grab a rose from the bouquet you gave him last week.

Opening his door, he saw Todoroki outside you're door with a box and what seemed like a hand picked bouquet of a bunch of flowers.

His pride deflated, looking at what he had to offer you, versus what Ice Prince had obviously put a lot of thought into. He saw your fingers brush Shoto's as you accepted his gifts, a smile on the half boy's face.

"Thank you Shoto, I'll be glad to go to prom with you!" You giggled on the other side of your door, blocked from Katsuki's eyes.

Scratching his neck, Todoroki chuckled, "I was really worried you'd say no. Thank you (Y/N)," before turning to leave, he pulled a necklace out of his pocket, handing it to you gently, "Please where it, I know it'll look good on you, and it matched the dress enough."

The blond gremlin huffed, sliding his door closed gently, "Like heck I would..."

Kirishima, who heard the whole thing, patted Katsuki on his back, "You'll be alright Bakubro, let's just enjoy tonight!"

"Whatever."

When night came, everyone was in the gym, streamers, glow sticks and glitter all over the place. The LED lights also brought a special look to the room, the disco balls changing colors every few seconds.

"(Y/N), I heard about Bakugou, I'm sorry," Ochako frowned.

"Yeah, he's an ass!" Mina exclaimed, "But it seems someone else is waiting for you!"

Todoroki was over by the punch, twiddling his hands as he waited for you. He looked breathtaking, his white hair gelled back loosely, and his black suit with his red tie looking amazing woth his red hair.

Mustering up your courage, you tapped his shoulder, smiling brightly at the hetero chromatic teen.

"Hi Shoto! You look fantastic!" You gushed, your (H/C) bangs falling out of your loose bun.

He blushed, a calm grin stretching onto his face, "Thanks (Y/N), you look gorgeous."

"Let's dance Sho!" You beamed, grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the dance floor.

From the other side of the room, Katsuki watched you like a hawk, sipping his punch.

"Hey Bakugou! Want some extra buzz in your drink? Denki snuck in some vodka!" Oh Sero, what was he thinking? May he rest in peace.

"Whatever, just a bit I guess..." He grumbled, watching the clear liquid being poured into his red drink.

After about three hours, Bakugou was just a little more than buzzed, but that was alright, he was still mostly functioning. It helped him sit through the agony of watching you and the "Damn Half N Half Bastard!" Dance and smile at each other.

On your end though, you were genuinely enjoying Todoroki's presence, but your eyes couldn't stop darting over to Bakugou. It was hard not to imagine being in his arms instead of Todoroki's. "Thanks for tonight Shoto, but I think the gym is closing, and we should probably get some sleep tonight!"

"No problem (N/N), I'm glad you had fun."

"Goodnight Shoto," you smiled, yawning a lazily walking to your dorm.

Three steps ahead of you, Bakugou was already waiting in front of your dorms, his buzz still not having worn off. He felt like he could take on more of the world than usual, like a hunter waiting for its prey to arrive.

"My feet are killing me, I should've chosen flats instead of heels... But at least I looked good, I think," you murmured to yourself, pulling of the painful shoes.

"You looked... You look beautiful..." Bakugou slurred slightly, a small stumble present in his words.

"O-oh," you jumped, surprised by him, "Thank you Bakugou, you look great too."

Still conscious, he could tell it was a fake smile, and a fake compliment at that. You were just lying to seem strong.

"Hey... (Y-Y/N)?"

You stopped turning your doorknob, looking at him forcefully.

He waltz d over to you, only hugging you when you were face to face. "I'm sorry... Will... Will you go to the prom with me?"

You laughed, pushing his chest lightly, "Bakugou, a-are you drunk? The prom is over already!" Snorting gently, you touched his face for temperature.

Bakugou put his hand on top of yours, stopping it in his cheek to lean on it, the sleeping pills he took during the dance finally kicking in. He didn't want to sleep now! He wanted to sleep during the dance!

"Just say yes (Y/N)... Please," he whispered, looking you straight in the eye.

His heart churned at the memory of rejecting you. He was such a dumbass! You were obviously the only one worthy of his love, heck, he was barley worthy of yours!

You felt a pang in your chest, not having the strength to turn him down. After all, you still loved him, and couldn't let him feel the way you were a few hours ago.

"Yes Bakugou, I'll go the prom with you," it was soft, and only he could hear it, but that was a clear green light to him.

He opened his dorm up, where his room was lit dimly with a small lamp, giving it a warm feel. He pulled you to the empty middle space, immediately placing both his hands at your hips and his head on top of yours. Shocked, it took you a moment or so to finally place your around his neck, falling into his rhythm. There wasn't any music, but it was almost like a soft drum beat was accompanying the two of you.

The next morning, you woke up in Bakugou's bed, a t-shirts replacing your dress. Sitting up, you saw the blond struggling to stay on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I really like you (Y/N), I was just flustered earlier... I also think I'm falling... Asleep." He mumbled, eyes fluttering open and closed, "Since this might be... A... Dream, I love.. I love you..."

You teared up at his confession, softly chuckling at his half awake state.

"I love you too Bakugou," you put him in his bed, messily throwing his blanket on top.

Stirring, he reminded you, "There's t-shirts in... In my closet... Change into... One..."

You did and fell asleep on his couch.

"I guess he switched our spots when I was asleep..." You thought aloud, before picking up your ringing phone, "Oh, hey mom... Yeah, prom was great, best night ever!"

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