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thetravelerwrites · 2 years ago

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Albian (Unicorn Centaur)

Rating: Teen Relationship: Female Reader/Male Unicorn Centaur Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Centaur, Unicorn Centaur Series: Shelter Forest Words: 4681

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Your parents did a lot of business with the family in the forest, an odd collection of humans and non-humans alike, led by a gigantic bat patriarch named Declan. Your parents owned a general store in Tandale and your mother had been trading with Declan’s family since before you were born, and you’d grown up with their kids in the same way as the kids from Tandale, your hometown. There was a strange separation between the two that was lost on you sometimes. It was almost as if most people didn’t have a secret stash of friends living in the woods.

Declan’s large clan was an open secret in most of the surrounding villages; everyone knew about it but they didn’t talk about it in the open. There was an unspoken understanding to protect the little haven in the woods, especially considering how much help they had given without any expectation of return. Declan and his family had done a lot of things for a lot of folks over the decades, and though they’d likely never cash in, they were owed a lot of favors.

You were heading toward the farm, the sound of the autumn leaves crunching under your feet and the crisp air tickling the tip of your nose. You were hoping they had some of the seashells that you used to make a pretty pearly white paint that really popped in ways that paint made from other mediums didn’t. Painting was something of a hobby for you, though you dreamed of being able to make a living doing it. You had made some coin for it every now and then, too, selling small paintings on slices of wood in your parents’ store.

You knew the route well enough to take the woods rather than the road, as the road could sometimes be lousy with bandits. Between Declan’s formidable children and Asker’s surly brood, who weren’t exactly friendly but didn’t attack people without reason, you didn’t have to worry about dangerous animals or people trying to take a bite out of you.

Your steps were stilled when you heard a truly creative string of curses far too your right. Your anxiety spiked a little, but you thought the voice sounded more desperate than angry, and you were worried that it was someone who needed help.

You carefully stepped around the underbrush in an effort to make as little noise as possible, creeping closer to the source of the voice.

You saw the lower half of a small horse or a large deer, its coat white as snow and very shiny. The hooves, digging into the dirt as they frantically pawed the ground, were cloven and iridescent black like beetle shells. There were cuts and scrapes all over his rump and spine, his blood jewel-like and strangely more pink than red. The thin, whippy tail, ending in a tuft of glowing white fur, thrashed here and there in a frantic attempt to counterbalance the upper half of the body.

The upper half was that of a man, the skin of which was as pale and translucent as his lower half, a line of silk-fine fur running down his humanoid spine. Most of it was obscured by the large bush of brambles he seemed to have gotten himself stuck in, half standing, half kneeling.

“Are you alright?” You called to him.

He stopped shuffling momentarily.

“Ah… yes, I’m fine,” He said, laughing nervously. His voice had the high smoothness of a tenor. “Please don’t mind me.”

“Are you sure?” You said.

“Of course, of course, please go on ahead, I’ll be just fine.”

“Alright… if you’re sure…”

“Yes, of course. Thank you for your concern.”

“Well… goodbye then.”

“Yes, farewell.”

After a moment of reluctance, you left him in the brush and continued to the farm.

The harvest had come and gone, and now the farm was in the middle of preserving and saving for the winter. Many of the adult children were out on the long, wrap-around porch, washing and shelling the vegetables to be pickled, canned, and jarred.

Soraya, the smaller bat child, stood when she saw you approach.

“Hello, there!” She said, propelling herself forward with her winged arms. “Welcome back! Did you come for a visit or to do business?”

“A little of both, I guess,” You said, giving her a friendly one-armed hug around her neck. “Where are your parents?”

“Papa is bathing in the river and Mama is keeping watch. Honestly, I think they just wanted some alone time.” She winked at you. “They’re still very much in love, those two. I hope I’m just as spry as them when I’m their age.”

You blushed and didn’t comment on that. “Do you have any more seashells or coral to sell that’s good for making paint? I have some things to trade.”

“Yeah, of course, come on up,” Soraya said. “Caeli, do you remember where the seashells are?”

“Yeah, I’ll go get them.” Caeli got up and went inside. Caeli was Soraya's spouse: a young person with tan skin and long, dark hair braided down their back, wearing a blouse and sensible trousers. They had been raised as a girl, but recently had made the determination that they weren’t either a boy or a girl and began embracing their androgyny.

“Can I help out?” You asked.

“Sure,” Said Reed, a cervitaur. “Here, there’s a space. Can you start on shelling the peas?”

“Absolutely.” You sat down cross-legged and began hulling peas. “Where’s Yala?”

“Putting the children down for their afternoon nap. She may fall asleep, too, so we might not see her until supper,” He said, laughing.

Caeli returned with the shells, and after bartering, you returned to shelling while having a pleasant talk with the others. Declan and Ryel came back up from the river about an hour later, both damp, and sat down with everyone else, taking up the work as well. What followed was a comfortable afternoon of calm conversation over the communal work of autumn. This was one of the reasons you liked the farm so much. Slow, steady, and comfortable.

About an hour before sundown, you decided it was time to head home. The family sent you off with fond goodbyes and an entire pound of hulled peas. You went back the same way you had come, and just as you were wondering how the centaur was doing, you saw his rump sitting on the ground, having not moved from the spot. It seemed as if he had given up.

“Hey, are you alright?” You asked, coming closer. You found that there were more wounds on his body, both the horse half and the human half.

“...no, I’m afraid not,” He finally admitted. “My horn is stuck. Can you please help me?”

Horn? “Of course, just a moment,” You said, setting down your bag and pulling out a knife you kept for both utility and protection, and a pair of shears. You began to cut and snip through the thorny branches. “Keep still.”

“No choice, have I?” He said with a self-deprecating laugh. You felt pretty bad for him and annoyed with yourself. How long had he been stuck here? You shouldn’t have left him earlier.

It took quite a while, and the setting sun made it that much more difficult, but eventually you managed to free him from the brambles. You were finally able to see his face and was startled to see that he actually did have a small, silvery, spiral horn rising from the widow’s peak just below his hairline. The skin around the horn was torn quite badly and the horn itself had a gouge in it with a thorny vine wrapped around it.. There was a drop of blood trickling down his forehead and nose. His baby face was sweet and angelic-looking, though it was covered with cuts and scrapes. His eyes were large, lavender in color, and almond shaped, framed with long white lashes.

He was… beautiful, more than beautiful,, despite being covered in wounds from head to hoof. It almost hurt your eyes to look at him, he was so lovely.

“How did this happen?” You asked him, taking a cloth from your bag and wetting it from your water skin, dabbing the cuts on his face.

He sighed and looked away in shame. “I was trying to hide,” He said. “I heard a large group of hunters coming through the forest and I didn’t want to be spotted. I guess I chose the wrong bush to hide in, since as soon as I got in there, one of the branches snagged my horn and hair and I couldn’t for the life of me get free.”

“Why were you trying to hide?” You asked.

“I’m… rare…” He said, shrugging shyly. “And because of that, people think I’m lucky or that my body parts contain magical properties. I tried living amongst other people for years, but the danger has become too much. I was going to this place in the woods I heard about, a farm I think they said? I heard it was a safe place for people like me.”

“Oh! That’s Declan’s place! I just came from there, I can show you the way.”

He eyed you with suspicion. “Really?”

“Of course, let’s get there and get your injuries tended to. Some of those look really deep.”

He frowned a little, as if unsure if he could trust you. You imagined he’d been betrayed quite a bit if secluding himself at Declan’s farm was his last hope for living a safe life.

“Here,” You said, handing him your knife and shears. “Keep these with you until we get to the farm, if it’ll make you feel safer. But we should go, it’ll be dark soon, and you don’t want to be out in these woods in the dark. Lots of things hunt in these woods that are worse than humans.”

“I doubt that,” He mumbled, but he took the weapons slowly and nodded. “Please lead the way.”

You started walking back toward the farm quickly, not necessarily in a hurried manner, but not at your normal pace. You weren’t kidding about being in the woods after dark.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Albian,” He said.

“That’s a pretty name,” You said.

“Thanks,” He said with another self-deprecating laugh. “It’s actually my baby name, it’s just never changed.”

“Baby name?”

“Yeah, in my culture, we receive different names when we reach certain milestones in our lives: ‘baby names’, which are given to us at birth by a priest or priestess, and they sort of act as a blessing of health since we have a high infant mortality rate among my people. And then ‘given names’, which we get from our parents if we survive to age five that are based on their wishes for us as we age. ‘Adolescent names’ we get from siblings or friends when we turn sixteen that are based on our personality. Lastly ‘wedded names’ that we get from our spouses when we marry, which are hopes for our futures. Wedded names are private names only used by spouses to refer to each other; they wouldn’t be used by family or friends.” He seemed to be rambling from nervousness.

“Whoa, that’s fascinating,” You said. You almost asked why he hadn’t received his given and adolescent names yet, but you stopped yourself. Considering he was alone and had none of his own people with him, it wasn’t hard to assume that there was a reason his friends and family weren’t in a position to give him his names, and every reason you could think of was a bad one. “Well, maybe the blessing for health worked?”

He half-smiled. “Maybe. I’ve never been sick and other than that blasted bush, I’ve kept from getting injured. Mostly.”

“What about people who don’t marry?”

“Oh, they keep their adolescent names unless they petition to have it altered. Those are known as selfset names.”

“Huh.” You looked forward and saw the trees beginning to thin out. “Oh, look, there it is, you can see the farmhouse.”

You pointed through the trees at the house in the dimming light of dusk, the lights inside warm and glowing. Albian breathed a sigh of relief and handed you back your tools.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

“Do you know them well?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah. My parents have been trading with them since I was a baby, so I’ve grown up around them. They’re great people. This is the safest place in the whole world, as far as I’m concerned.”

“Honestly, it’s reassuring to hear you say that,” He said with a relieved laugh. “I was really worried they might turn me away for coming unannounced.”

“No, never,” You insisted. “They genuinely love unannounced guests. Come on.”

You led him to the porch and climbed up, knocking on the kitchen door. Ryel opened it and looked at you in surprise.

“I thought you were headed home, child. Is everything alright?” She asked.

“Yeah, I found a lost lamb looking for a pasture,” You said, waving Albian forward. He stepped into the porchlight sheepishly. “I found him in the forest looking for the farm. His name is Albian and he needs a safe place to stay.”

“Well, you’ve certainly found what you’re looking for, love, come on in,” She said, stepping back and opening the double doors to let you both in.

“Thank you very much, madam,” Albian said, stepping inside and looking around cautiously.

“Call me Ryel. Or Mama, if you’re so inclined. Goodness, look at that face, all scratched up. Lymera, will you run and fetch some salve from the wet room, please?” Ryel asked one of her daughters, a young faun woman and a priestess-in-training.

“Yes, Mama,” Lymera said, standing.

The entire family was there, as dinner was in progress. The house had been designed with the size of its occupants in mind; most of the bottom floor was a kitchen and living space with no walls or doors separating them, since it needed to be quite big and open in order for the larger family members to fit inside comfortably. The ceiling was high enough that nine-foot Declan could stand up to his full height without hitting his head.

There was a standing table for the four-legged family, as well as a sitting table for the two-legged ones. Albian saw Reed kneeling on a cushion at the sitting table next to his wife and children, and visibly relaxed. Reed was another breed of centaur that was very rare, so his presence must have allayed Albian remaining anxiety.

“Come settle down and have some food, you two,” Ryel said, ushering both of you inside and to a table. “We always have plenty of room. Everyone, this is Albian. He needs a place to stay.”

They all welcomed him warmly, shaking his hands and patting his shoulders, and a plate loaded down with pan-fried vegetables and fresh fruit was placed in front of him. Ryel must have assumed he was vegetarian, since all of the other centaurs were. He seemed rather dazed by all of the unreserved kindness, but it was then that he smiled; the first genuine smile you had seen, and it lit up the entire room. It was like a thousand pounds had been lifted off of his shoulders.

“You should stay the night, too, love,” Ryel said to you as she put a plate in front of you as well. “It’s far too late to traverse the woods, even with an escort.”

“I’d appreciate that, Miss Ryel, thank you,” You replied, reaching for a barley roll. “It won’t be the first time I decided not to go home after coming here, so I’m sure my parents won’t mind as long as I’m home at a reasonable time tomorrow..”

Declan laughed, his voice as deep as a cavern. “I’m not sure if your parents are happy or unhappy about how much time you spend here.”

“Well, they only have themselves to blame,” You replied with a chuckle. “You folks are too effective as babysitters.”

There was a collective titter of laughter around the tables just as five year old Asahi jumped up and squealed because he couldn’t reach his cup. You reached across and nudged the cup closer to him, and he quieted.

Albian seemed terribly anxious and withdrawn when he arrived, but he had calmed considerably since coming to rest at the table. After a while, he began to engage in conversation with the others, rather than giving mumbled answers whenever he was asked a question. He opened up slowly as Ryel treated his wounds, and the others, being well acquainted with handling nervy, skittish newcomers, did what they could to reassure him.

You were led to a guest room that night and watched from the window as Reed led Albian to the barn, where the four-legged family members slept. Before disappearing inside, he looked up briefly and met your gaze, smiling and waving. You waved back.

The next morning, you came down to join the family for breakfast, and Albian was sitting among them as if he’d always been there, his gossamer hair was braided back and tied with a bit of blue ribbon. His cuts were almost completely healed. He’d become fast friends with Reed, having bonded over shared experiences.

“Good morning!” Albian said brightly as you stepped down the stairs. His anxious demeanor had disappeared completely, and now he was as bright and open as a puppy.

You smiled back at him. “Good morning yourself,” You replied. “You seem to be in much better spirits today.”

He nodded and grinned happily. “I’m glad to have woken up to find that this place wasn’t a dream. It took me so long to get here that I thought I might never make it. It’s almost hard to believe I’ve arrived at last.”

“How long were you traveling?”

“Over a year,” He said, taking some slices of apple.

“My goodness,” You said. “Where were you coming from?”

“Pretty far,” He said, his eyes darkening slightly. “There were… significant, unavoidable delays.”

You didn’t like the sudden turn in his mood back to gloomy anxiousness, so you changed the subject. “I hope you like to cook. It’s the making and saving part of the year. Lots of canning and jarring to be done.”

He chuckled and scratched behind his ear in an unsure sort of way. “I’m afraid I don’t know much about it, but I’m happy to learn.”

“I do like folks who are eager,” Ryel said, taking a bite of her oats in milk. “We won’t throw you into the deep end just yet, lad; simple corn shucking will suit you fine to start off with.”

“‘Shucking’ is a word I’ve never heard before, but please feel free to educate me,” Albian said with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done my share of shucking on this farm,” You told him. “I’ll show you the ropes.”

He gave you a blinding smile that made your face flush. “Thanks, I’d appreciate that.”

Shucking corn, though tedious, wasn’t hard, and Albian got the hang of it quickly. He asked you questions about yourself, and you couldn’t help but notice that when you asked him about himself, he was evasive and changed the subject back around to you.

Around midday, after a generous lunch, you decided it was time to go home. Any later and your parents would definitely worry and maybe even show up at the farm, looking for you. Yew agreed to go with you, and you asked Albian if he’d like to accompany you.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’d like to introduce you to my parents,” You explained. “They come to the farm often for bartering, so I don’t want you to be surprised by them. And it’ll be good for you to know the way to town if anything happens.”

He seemed apprehensive, but he agreed all the same.

Tandale was a very small, developing town consisting of around thirty families on the outskirts of the forest. Everyone knew everyone, and nothing was private. That was probably the part you hated the most about it, especially as your personal anxieties increased as you aged. It was hard to voice your worries when everyone you’d ever known wrote you off as being dramatic or hysterical, and it made you feel even more insecure.

It also wasn’t great for romance, either, since you’d grown up running around and climbing trees with most of the boys in the village and saw them all as cousins, if not brothers. They were all cookie cutter versions of each other, who all drank the same homebrewed beer, had the same typical young-man hobbies, and thought the same thoughts. They weren’t bad, they were just… small town boys with small town minds, and not what you wanted. You didn’t feel like you should have to settle for a lad you used to take baths with as a tot because there weren’t any other options. Jameson was one such lad.

Jameson was around the same age as you, pale complected, with dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He was a bit taller than you and medium build. He wasn’t unattractive, but in your eyes, he was just like every other boy in your town.

He was walking out of your family’s store when you arrived with Yew and Albian. He’d met Yew before, since he and several other human and “human-like” races from the farm came to the store with regularity, but he looked at Albian sideways.

“Hey there, my love!” He said, and you tried your best not to cringe visibly. “I was just looking for you.” He pulled a handful of wildflowers out of his coat. “For you.”

You sighed internally and took them. “Thanks.”

“Your parents said you were out overnight,” Jameson said, and you caught a hint of accusation in his tone. Jameson jerked his chin at Albian. “And who’s this, then?”

Albian began to speak, as if to introduce himself, but you shook your head subtly for him to stay silent.

“He’s a new friend of mine, Jameson,” You said simply, without elaboration. “He’s come to live with the family in the forest.”

“Oh, those weirdos?” Jameson said, and you could almost feel Albian stiffen. “I don’t like you associatin’ with those folks.”

“That’s not up to you, Jameson,” You said, keeping your voice pleasant and steady. “They’ve been my friends longer than you have.”

“It ain’t right for a pretty little thing like you to be mixed up with… with strange types.”

Jameson decided against whatever it was he was going to say, as Yew was there with you and could very well stomp Jameson into the ground, if he had a mind to it. Yew wasn’t as large as his brother, Birch, but he was still pretty big.

“I don’t think they’re strange at all,” You said.

He laughed. “Well, I’m not attracted to you for your thinkin’, that’s for sure.”

Albian began to paw the ground and step side to side, as centaurs often did when they were anxious or upset. Yew was used to Jameson’s snide comments and didn’t react, except to step forward slightly one your other side, as if subtly reminding Jameson that he was still there and very much aware of the conversation.

“Jameson, I need to go and see my parents, so I’ll talk to you at another time, alright?”

“Sure, sure,” Jameson got close to you and pulled you into a one armed hug, which caused you to stiffen. You knew he wouldn’t let go until you reciprocated, so you patted him lightly on the back a total of twice, and he released you. “Come to the tavern later, eh?”

You shrugged noncommittally, and Jameson bumped your chin with his finger before trotting off.

“Why do you let that fellow speak to you in such a manner?” Albain asked. “If this is how he treats you in the presence of others, I can’t imagine how he treats you when you’re alone. Nothing against you, but you could find a much better lover than him.”

“He’s not my lover,” You said, blushing and laughing nervously.

He looked at you with a puzzled expression. “He seems to think otherwise.”

“I know,” You said, rolling your eyes and sighing. “I’ve told him many times that I’m not interested in being anything more than friends, but he’s had it in his head that I’m going to marry him someday, he’s just waiting for me to come to my senses.”

“If marrying that fool is supposed to be you coming to your senses, stay senseless,” Albian said.

You laughed through your nose. “I plan to.”

“Why do you tolerate such behavior?”

You shrugged. “Well, I mean… we grew up together and we were good friends when we were kids; it’s only been in the last five years or so that he’s gotten a bee in his bonnet about this. We live in the same small town, and we’re practically next door neighbors. Being nasty to him would only hurt me in the long run. Besides, I don’t like confrontation. It’s easier on my peace of mind to keep my distance rather than deal with his whining. I just do what I can to avoid him.”

“Take it from an expert on not being confrontational,” Albian said, his eyes stern but sad. “It’s only a matter of time before they bring the confrontation to you, and suddenly you’re backed into a corner with no one on your side to help you, through no fault of your own. It’s how people get hurt or even killed. Just… be careful.”

You wanted to argue that Jameson would never do anything to hurt you, but you knew this warning was a hard-learned lesson that should be heeded. Despite your intense curiosity about his past, the look in his eyes prevented you from prying. You nodded instead.

“Hey there, honey!” Your mother came out of the store and down the steps, pulling you into a hug. “You almost had us worried.”

“Sorry,” You said, but you didn’t elaborate: you didn’t want to embarrass Albian with a story he might not want told. “This is Albian. He’s a new addition to Declan’s family.

“Oh, welcome!” Your mother said, extending a hand. “You’ll be seeing quite a lot of me and my husband. Joseph! Come and say hello!”

Your father also poked his head out of the door. “Oh, hello! There’s a new face!”

“Hello, sir,” Albian said, bowing his head a little in respect. “I’m a new arrival at the farm.”

“Well, welcome!” Your father said, stepping out onto the small porch, wiping his hands. He was likely in the middle of making soap.

Albian laughed self-consciously, a small smile on his face. “Thank you. I’m very happy to be here.”

“Canning is still going on, so you two should get back soon,” You said. “I’ll be back up to the farm sometime this week.”

“We’re always happy to see you, Pip,” Yew said with a cheeky grin, tapping your chin softly, and you laughed. This interaction was so much different than the interaction you’d had with Jameson, mostly because Yew understood boundaries far better than Jameson. Yew had been one of your best friends since you were young, but his attitude never changed toward you; he always treated you like a sister. Yew was also attracted to men, so you were certain he wasn’t attempting to hit on you.

Albian flicked his skinny tail to and fro twice, and then turned toward the forest to depart.

“Thank you, by the way,” He said. “For helping me. For coming back and not passing by. And… for not being cruel.”

Again, a pang of worried curiosity shot through you. “You’re very welcome. See you again soon.”

“See you soon,” He agreed. He smiled and followed Yew into the trees and out of sight.

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The Most Unlikely Thing

A Stolitz Wedding One-Shot

Inspired by this lovely art by @sator-the-wanderer on Instagram (Link at the end)

(Note: This is my first time writing with Helluva Boss Characters—I was worried they wouldn’t be in character, but I hope you enjoy!!)

Most would say a night like this would never happen. That it was one of the many outlandish and downright ridiculous thoughts that appeared within the mind of anyone who knew them. If you said it outloud, you’d get a quick laugh out of the person you told, then the subject would be changed in an instant-as if it was never said at all.

Moxxie had that thought once. Right around 2AM he woke up from an uneventful dreamscape, and processed the thought with every ounce of his intellect. Even after that, it still made no sense. He turned to Millie’s side, taking a deep breath before he spoke.

“Millie? Are you awake?”

His wife stirred for a moment, a small yawn before she responded. “Yeah, Moxx?” She mumbled.

“I...had a weird thought..” He sat up, running his hand through his snow-white hair, soon scratching the top of his head.

“What was it?” She sat up a little, both curious and worried about what he might be thinking.

“Well-” He paused for a moment, giving the room a good look around before he continued. If a certain someone was here, listening, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. “It’s about Blitz and uh...Prince Stolas.”

Millie’s golden eyes widened as her tail started swishing like a curious cat. Any worry she had was gone, now she wanted to know all the details surrounding this. “Well?? Don’t keep me in suspense!” She smiled eagerly, shaking him by the arm a little.

“So like...and this is just a hypothetical..” He chuckled, smiling nervously for a quick second. “I just wondered for a second...well..” At this moment their eyes were locked, Moxxie’s face now torn between smiling or frowning. He had no idea what to feel. “Do you think they could ever...end up like us?”

Millie tilted her head, raising a brow. “Ya mean like...married ‘n stuff?”

Moxxie nodded a few times. “Yeah, Yeah! Do you...do you think-?”

She put a hand on her chin. “Well...I don’t think it isn’t possible. I mean...I’m pretty sure...excluding their little agreement...maybe they do like each other..”

“Do they though?” He started to lay down again, now staring at the ceiling. “I mean clearly Stolas likes him to the point where he won’t stop gushing over him. But...Blitz?”

“Who knows, hon. Blitz hardly talks about how he really feels. Maybe he does. And maybe one day they will…” The last thing didn’t sound so sure.

Moxxie turned his head. “But?”

“All relationships are complex, Moxx. And those two? Hell, it could take them years before they even think about something like that. But then again…”

“What?”

“Sometimes the thing you least expect might happen sooner than you think.”

Moxxie blinked a couple times, squinting a bit. “Sooo...you do or you don’t think they could-” He was interrupted by Millie giving him a kiss on the lips. She turned the light off next, shifting back into her sleeping position.

“Goodnight, Moxxie.”

Moxxie sighed, slowly closing his eyes as sleep began to cloud his mind again.

He still couldn’t believe he actually thought that. Although it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, it still surprised him no less. But despite how much he just wanted to forget it, it made him think about what Millie said.

It was true Blitz was starting to show a small glimmer of affection towards the Goetian Prince, especially since the rescue from a few nights ago. The concern and sudden display of power through a demonic transformation was enough to make Blitz gawk at the sight of it. And the way Stolas gently cupped his face asking if he was alright afterwards made everyone else in the room stare, Blitz feeling slightly embarrassed by the whole situation.

Yet it still made him think that maybe...just maybe something like that could happen. But that wasn’t up to him. Whatever they decided would leave this idea, this thought, completely within the hands of faith itself.

And with that, Moxxie fell asleep.

———————

Three years ago, it was never spoken of outside of that one night. And neither of the two had ever acted upon such a decision until much much time had passed. But now the stars were in their favor.

The sky was a dark, beautiful crimson that had mixed with a captivating wine purple. The stars were scattered, dusting the sky and turning it into a dazzling display of twilight.

They had kept it small, the only ones being present were close friends and family—which was basically four people. But it didn’t matter how many people were there, or where they did it. All that mattered was that it happened—which had ended up on the roof of I.M.P’s office building.

The vows had been short, with a few important bits here and there; Moxxie having to be both the one to wed them and the best man to the boss himself. He wasn’t sure he had the exact authority to do so, but both explained it was better than having someone else they didn’t know. Because once this got out, they’d have a whole other thing to deal with. But that was a future problem they would solve when it became relevant to them.

Blitz was given a stepstool so he could reach Stolas without having to stand on the tips of his toes. He didn’t want the stepstool, saying that he’d look like a complete joke. But if Stolas had to lift him up for this part, he would be unable to think clearly from the embarrassment.

Stolas didn’t seem to care how many people were present, or where they decided to host the reception. There was only one thing that mattered in this moment, and the smile of genuine compassion refused to leave his face the entire night. Blitz looking up with him while trying to contain himself only seemed to make him smile more. He was adorable.

Both eagerly waited for Moxxie to finish up, Blitz trying to keep himself from falling off the stool by how much he was moving. Of course he stood perfectly still once he heard the last few words out of Moxxie’s mouth.

“You may now kiss—”

Blitz practically jumped into Stolas’ embrace, quickly locking lips with him as the two slowly started to get lost in intimacy.

The four clapped while giving the newly weds smiles of congratulations. But those quickly faded away when they noticed the two weren’t paying attention anymore. The passionate kissing lasted for almost two minutes before Loona had to break them away from each other.

“Hey, lovebirds. Maybe wait till none of us can see you.” She rolled her eyes, putting Blitz down after basically pulling him off of Stolas.

Blitz put a hand on his head, taking a look around. “Oh shit, I forgot we were doing this.”

Stolas bent over with a light chuckle, booping Blitz’s nose. “-and aren’t you so glad we did, Blitzy~?”

The Imp pushed his face away as he blushed a bit more. “Yeah yeah just…don’t make it a bigger deal than it already is..”

“Looks like someone’s trying to pretend he can’t be romantic for once.” Moxxie smirked, making Blitz turn around in retaliation. His face was now a different form of red.

“Well you know what, Moxxie?! You—!” Then he stopped, biting his lip as he put his accusing finger away. “You…did..a good job…tonight..” He mumbled under his breath.

Moxxie kept smirking, raising a hand to where his ear would be. “Oh, what was that? Could you repeat what you said a little louder?”

Blitz shifted uncomfortably, hoping this was the last time. None of this was like him. And in front of his entire friend circle too!

“You…didagoodjobtonight..” He said it louder as per Moxxie’s request, just a bit faster than normal. Now everyone heard him…however-

“Maybe a little louder…and slower?” He leaned in closer.

“Goddammit, Moxxie! I already held back insulting you just let me have this!” He snapped a little, making everyone else just laugh in response. Moxxie put a hand on his shoulder, his smile genuine.

“Thanks, Blitz.”

———————

The rest of the wedding had lasted a couple hours. Since the group was so small, dancing and talking underneath Hell’s strangely unnatural starlight felt more meaningful.

Eventually, M&M had to leave. But they wished the two best of luck, the wedding present they got the only thing left of them from tonight. Octavia and Loona decided to head inside the office to give their dads space. Now that they were legally sisters, hanging out would feel more genuine. Like you had someone else there looking out for you. Loona now was able to shout anything about being her big sister to anyone who tried to mess with them.

Up on the roof, Blitz and Stolas were laying down on what used to be the tablecloth to the buffet, staring at the stars. Blitz had taken advantage of using Stolas’ chest as a fluffy pillow. It was so comforting, like he could just lay there forever and never get up. But then…something did make him get up. He sat and hugged his knees close, his expression somewhat distraught. His eyes turned briefly to the owl demon, feeling strange.

“Stolas?” He finally broke the silence.

Stolas had already taken note of Blitz sitting up. But he quickly sat up when next he saw his partner’s face.

“What’s the matter, Blitzy? Are you feeling alright?” His questions were genuine, making Blitz feel worse.

“Is this…is this what you want? Do you really want…me?” Something in his voice cracked and that made Stolas’ heart feel a strike of pain.

“Of course I do! Tell me, what brought this on?” He held Blitz’s chin in his hand gently so their eyes met once more.

“It’s…It’s just how we started out. And everything after that…I don’t know why it took me so fucking long to actually admit that I…” He paused. “…felt this way.”

“And?”

“And…I didn’t think that you would actually..! You…You said yes.” His eyes started to water. “Why the hell did you say yes?!”

Stolas pulled him in close, caressing his back. “Because I love you, Blitzy…And you being there all those times, even when I didn’t truly feel this way—it still meant something to me. And I know it meant something to you.”

Blitz let out a crying sound, something he would never do. At least, not in public. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he just felt so vulnerable now…and he hated it. Stolas quickly responded to this by cupping his face and lifting it up so they were at eye level again.

The Imp’s lip was quivering and his eyes were bloodshot enough to almost blend in with his eye color. The tears were staining his cheeks, big droopy ones making him look like an absolute wreck. He looked even more embarrassed now than he did before.

Stolas wiped some of the tears away with one of his hands, a comforting smile. “Oh, Blitzy…do you think we’d really be here if I didn’t feel this way?”

He sniffed, trying to contain himself before he responded. “No..None of this would be…” He took a deep breath. “I guess I’m so used to pushing people away I never thought you’d actually stick around.”

Stolas gave him another kiss, shorter than before, but something about this one felt even more emotional than the last. Something about this one made Blitz want nothing more than to be with him. No matter what his fears were telling him.

“I love you, Blitzy…” It was the third or fourth time he had said it tonight, but this time it felt deeper.

“I love you too, Stolas…” He returned the kiss, both landing back down on the floor.

It was at that moment they refused to let this feeling leave them. For even though the memory of this magical night would fly by, they would never ever forget it.

End.

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feelingofcontent · 3 years ago

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DNP Rewatch: I Got Catfished.

Date video was published: 10/14/2021 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 447

A Phil story he had never mentioned at all before!

0:00 - just jumping right into it. I mean the title was already quite the surprise and hook. also I love his shirt

0:11 - the annotations! and that old Phil photo

0:24 - oh god the MySpace flashbacks that this video gives me

0:30 - cackling 😂

0:40 - those were some surprisingly normal air-quotes

0:51 - “ah. what a wonderful time” I love Phil

0:56 - someone did once comment during a live show that ‘snow dude’ was the original catfish

1:03 - wow that is quite the set of old photos. I do admire his dedication to decide to “be” someone and then actually do it

1:27 - almost did a spit take during my first watch of this at this point. Dan mention out of NOWHERE. also this particular comment that Phil liked... 🥺

1:41 - “just a dusting of gay” ... “we could make our own gif” I love this whole bit

1:54 - lol at him knowing what specific picture it was!

2:20 - just changed the name there from “Jake” to “Luke” within less than a minute

2:25 - more excellent annotation additions. he really had fun with those throughout his 2021 videos

2:46 - “I can be an eager guy” aww, Phil

3:01 - the sexy music! Phil must have thought “Luke” was the eager one

3:13 - so many questionable things that he ignored

3:36 - “compliments still stick with me, guys” 🥺

3:53 - the “i’m actually a massive gay” annotation 😂 king of comedy Phil

4:00 - Phil seems to remember a lot of specifics about this story

4:04 - oh yikes

4:25 - the contrast of this to the 4-hour skype calls DNP had in 2009

5:01 - very gullible young Phil. at least he realized something was up...although not enough to stop him from going to meet the guy later 😱

5:34 - awww 😕 Phil is putting more of his feelings into the story than sometimes when he’s told stories about his past

5:48 - “I need at least three weeks...” I feel that. I cannot do last minute plans that involve seeing people

6:08 - I mean at least he went for a public location

6:24 - wonder how much he felt this same worry meeting Dan in person for the first time

6:35 - ah yes, a mall food court. many teenage memories I’d like to forget about

6:50 - poor Kath 😂 I’m surprised Phil told her exactly what he was doing, actually; not sure I would have told my parents the truth in that situation

7:08 - Phil boob grab!

7:43 - how strange but nothing compared to how recognizable he would become

7:50 - was just terrified of a stranger...decides to talk to and hang out with two strangers...alrighty

7:57 - lol at his picture editing here

8:06 - DITL clip! and “fetus Dan and Phil” mention. I was so suspicious of this at the time what with them having just filmed up in Phil’s hometown.

8:32 - dun dun dun. plot twist!

8:40 - yeah how would you even react to that

9:18 - “like a villain from Scooby Doo” what a perfect description

9:41 - but that is still creepy. especially the asking to meet part. yikes

10:05 - Phil is almost being too nice about this

10:24 - yeah trying to get away as soon as possible seems like the right move at that point

10:43 - no Phil...definitely no

11:18 - “it’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened to me because of the internet” well yeah I guess he can say that...and then another Dan mention in the next sentence

11:36 - aww a nice message here at the end

12:02 - he had released this merch earlier in the month, but this was the first mention in a video

12:30 - Phil had just started posting Shorts, starting on National Coming Out Day. that “beep tour” is still one of my favorites

12:34 - he flipped the image here for some reason? maybe to match the short? or because he pointed the wrong way?

12:55 - yeah standing and showing the socks doesn’t seem like a good plan...

I love this video. Phil is such a great storyteller and it had been a while since he did a full-length one like this. Also the contrast of this story that really didn’t work out, to the little Dan mentions and the implication that eventually meeting someone off the internet really really did.

#dan and phil #dnp #dnpRewatch #amazingphil #phil lester #amazingphil videos #I Got Catfished.

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raineydays411 · 4 years ago

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Oh what am I supposed to do without you?

The reunion

Loki x daughter reader

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Y/n POV

In an other room, Frigga was helping you with the gowns and your hair.

“Oh this color is lovely on you” she said, fixing the skirt of the gown.

It was a beautiful dress, light pink and flowy. It was a long sleeve and off the shoulder, the sleeves wide and as flowy as the dress. The bodice was covered in blush covered flowers. It went down to your feet where it dragged lightly on the floor. Your feet covered by beautiful golden sandals. Your hair was put in an updo, gold hair accessories intertwined.

You felt like a princess.

You turned to Frigga, “ I can’t thank you enough for how kind you’ve been to me.”

She stays quiet for a moment, a small smile on her face. “ my dear, you may not know it, but you are practically family.”

You look at her with a bewildered expression. She continues on

“ you know, in that gown, you look almost identical to your mother.”

You freeze, looking up at her, “ You..you knew my mother?”

“ Oh yes,” she smiles as memories cross her mind, “ very well, in fact, I remember helping your mother with this exact dress the day she arrived here as well.”

“You mean...this dress was hers?”

“Mmhmm, it fits you perfectly too. It was meant for you.”

You smile, tears welling in your eyes as you turn to the mirror. You could imagine your mother in the exact spot, fretting over her hair or the many layers on this dress.

“ I...I think I’ve learned more about my mother now than I ever had in my life.” You mutter, looking down and playing with a loos thread on your sleeve.

“Well, did you know that your mother loved to read?” Frigga says, “ any chance she got, she had her nose in a book. There were times Lo-“ she stops herself.

You look towards her, waiting for her to continue her story. She shakes her head and sighs.

“There were many times we had to go find her and drag her to the dining halls to eat because she was hiding somewhere reading.”

You laugh, relating to the story.

“ I can’t tell you how many times Tony had to come get me cause I almost skipped dinner by reading.”

“Tony?” She asks, unfamiliar with the name

“Oh! He’s like.. kinda like my dad/ uncle. He and the avengers raised me”

“ Ah I see.” Frigga says, her tone sad. Then a knock on the door cut through the conversation. It opened to reveal Thor, he was fidgeting with a book so he wasn’t looking up when he walked in the room.

“ I apologize for interrupting Moonlight, but I have a gift for you and I think you would like...” He trails off as he looks up at you. His heart clenches as he realizes what you’re wearing.

“ Thor, it’s improper for a man to barge into a young ladies room.” Frigga scolds from her place beside you.

“ My apologies...Y/n, you look..you look beautiful” he smiles sadly, thoughts of his best friend flooding his brain.

He, like his mother and almost everyone else that knew her, pushed those memories deep down. They had to, or else they would have never moved on. But..she was a big part of their lives. Loki never realized how much his family cared for his wife. It’s the original reason why Thor couldn’t bear getting rid of you completely. He couldn’t, not when you were the last piece of his best friend. So he took you somewhere he could see you. See you grow, live. Did it hurt him when he realized you were an exact carbon copy of your mother? Yes, but standing here, seeing you in her clothes, smiling and happy made it all worth it.

“ Hey Uncle Thor, look! I look like a princess!” You shout, twirling around the room with a large smile on your face.

Frigga and Thor share a look. He then realized that his mother felt the exact same way he did. Only, she didn’t get to see you grow up. Abd her only grandchild, has no idea who she truly is.

“ Oh dear princess moonlight!” Thor says dramatically, “ Pls except the gifts I bear to you!” He reveals the book and a beautiful necklace.

“ Thor...where did you get that book?” Frigga says lowly, recognizing the journal and who it belonged to.

“ Ahh, I may have borrowed it from my brother..” he say nervously

“ Thor!”

“ Mother he will not notice, besides where did you get that dress from?” He shot back a playful smile on his face. Frigga just says and rolls her eyes.

“ Hey..this journal belonged to..” you start to say the name.

“Yes!” Thor said quickly cutting you off, “ it did belong to your mother. When...when she found out she was pregnant with you, she decided that she would write as much about her life as she could...in case..”

“ in case she didn’t make it.” Frigga finished, looking down briefly.

You took the book in your hands, tracing the carvings on the cover. “ So...she’s...”

Thor looks up, realizing he never did make it clear on whether your parents were alive or not.

“ Yes..your mother passed” he said, “ I am truly sorry I never told you y/n..I just..” he sighs “ I was being selfish.. I didn’t want to relive that moment.”

You stay quiet. You don’t know what to think. Deep down you had the feeling that she wasn’t alive, from the little bits that Thor told you, she wasn’t the kind of person that gave away her children. But hearing it be confirmed, it hurt. Knowing your uncle was keeping it and many other things a secret hurt as well, but you understood. You saw the pain in his eyes as he told you stories of your mother and the pain now. You wonder...

“I understand why you didn’t tell me, don’t worry about it” you say, flashing a smile at him, the squeezing Frigga's hand. “ Are we going to eat? Cause I’m starving!”

Frigga laughs,” Supper will be served in an hour, I trust you can hold out till then?”

“ Yes ma'am! Do you mind if I explore the grounds then? I think my curiosity is getting the best of me”

That’s when Frigga realized that you may look like your mother and sometimes it’s terrifying how similar you act, but you were your own person. Your mother...she was never the adventurous woman. She read about them, but never felt the urge to go out and explore. You, you seem curious about the world around you.

“ Of course! But I beg of you, please don’t get your gown dirty.”

“ cross my heart” you say with a smile.

“Y/n” Thor says with a warning tone, “ I know how you are when you get bored at Tony's galas.”

“Uncle Thor, I promise! Besides, this dress is wayy too nice to mess up”

He looks you in the eye for a bit then smiles, “well alright then, go on”

You smile, then grab a shoulder bag that was laying around the room and put the book inside and your phone (that surprisingly still worked). Then you skipped out the room, an adventurous look in your eyes.

Frigga sighed, “ Thor... why did you bring her here?

“She has powers. Ice powers.”

Frigga's eyes widened, “ What do you mean?”

“On her birthday, she wasn’t feeling well, she was cold all day. And when she was put under stress, she turned a light blue and shot snow out of her hands.”

Silence takes over the room.

“We must take her to see Odin”

“I know.”

“We have to tell her who her parents are.”

This time Thor sighs. “I know.”

“Do you think that will be the only power she’ll possess?”

“Who can tell, we don’t know much about her mothers side of the family. But she was powerful, even if she didn’t show it. And Loki...”

Another silence filled the room.

“ Do you think she might run into Loki?”

“No, I told him royalty was coming to visit, there’s no way he’d leave his room.”

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Loki POV

Loki left his room.

He felt as if something was off. There was a presence in the palace that he hasn’t felt in...years.

He decides to go find his mother, she would most likely know what’s going on. Plus, he hasn’t seen her since the morning.

So, even though every part of his being does not want to encounter the visiting royalty Thor spoke of, he left the room.

As he walked through the hallways, he noticed the atmosphere felt...happy. The servants were bustling and smiling, something that was rare now. As he passed by, they stopped chattering and stared at him. Which was slightly unusual, but he brushed it off at first. It was when he heard the name “y/n” whispered a little too loudly.

He turned to glare at the woman who dared to utter the name when a body bumped into him.

“Sorry mister!” then in a flurry of brown, pink, and gold the person was gone.

Loki was frozen on the spot. He could’ve sworn that...

“No” He thought, “ Its impossible”

Then he shook his head and kept walking, determined to find his mother. But as he walked, he couldn’t help but feel as if he didn’t know something everyone else knew.

He finally found his mother and Thor, in a guest room of all places.

“Mother.” Loki said, “I have been looking for you everywhere.”

“No way he’d leave his room Thor?” She muttered to Thor as he paled.

“Loki! It’s wonderful to see you out. What was it that you needed?” She said with a smile.

“Is it me, or are the servants acting strange?” He asks, “ I heard them talking about..”

Thor holds his breath, even though he knows what his brother is about to say.

“About Y/n”

Frigga sighs, looking at her sons,” Thor, you have to tell him.”

“Mother..” “Tell me what?”

“He has a right to know.”

“Of course he does, I just worry about-”

“It’s better to do it now than when she’s in the room, or have him figure it out on his own”

“What are you two talking about?”

Thor looks over to Loki and sighs.

“Brother, perhaps you should sit down.”

Loki, not understanding what going on was about to argue, but then he saw the look on his mothers face. so he sat on the bed.

That’s when he noticed the a bag on the floor.

It was a beige bag that had footsteps all over it and the words “Marauders map” on it.

“That is a Midgardian bag.” Loki states, “ Harry something, is it not?”

Thor freezes looking at the bag you had left on the floor

“Yes...That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Well, go on.”

“Loki...Brother...remember that night sixteen years ago-”

“I do not want to talk about it, I have told you this time and time again!” Loki shouts as he stands up from the bed, starting to walk to the door.

“Damnit Loki! Sit down and listen to me!” Thor shouts, surprising both Frigga and Loki. “I am tired of lying to her because you were too cowardly to raise her on your own! You will listen to me now.”

Loki squints at his brother, "What are you talking about?”

“Your daughter Loki. Y/n.”

“Thor..”

“NO, for sixteen years, she has been raised by me and the Avengers. And now she has shown that she has powers. Ice powers to be more specific.”

Loki’s eyes widen at the information. He knew that it was Thor who ultimately got rid of the girl. But that's all he knew, all he cared to know. Now he’s finding out that Thor and his...band of Midgardian friends have been raising her. On top of that, she seems to have inherited his Jotunheim blood.

“Why are you telling me this...” Thor stays silent.

“Thor.” Loki says, “Who’s bag is that?”

“Loki...” Thor says softly, “ I think you know who it belongs to.”

“She’s here?” Loki asks emotions not showing.

“Yes, but Loki she has no idea who you are.”

“Good. I want nothing to do with that...that--”

“Careful how you speak of her brother. Remember, I am the one who raised her.”

“Then I am certain she has no redeeming qualities.” Loki deadpans.

“You do not know anything about her” Thor argues back, “ If I had it my way, you would.t have known she was here until she was gone.”

“Well, I am glad we can agree on something.”

“You-”

“That’s enough. Both of you.” Frigga finally says, silencing the men.” Now Loki, I have kept quiet about the decisions you made and continue to make. But enough is enough. That child has had to grow up without knowing her parents and heritage. I for one, intend for her to learn it, with or without you.” She sighs looking at her son.

“You have suffered a terrible loss, not only your wife, but the chance to have raised that beautiful child.” And with that, Frigga left the room.

There was a beat of silence, then Loki spoke

“So, she was with you then?”

“Yes.” Thor said simply, “ She doesn’t know about you or her mother...well she doesn’t know anything about you.”

“So you told her about-”

“Bits and pieces. It is kind of hard to explain that her father sent her away because her mother died giving birth to her.”

“She should know. Know how she killed her--”

“She did no such thing. Loki she was an infant.”

“It doesn't matter, my wife is gone because of her.”

That’s when Thor exploded.

“YOUR WIFE KNEW SHE WAS GOING TO DIE.”

“wha..what are you talking about?”

“She knew brother. She didn’t tell you but she knew.”

“I don’t understand, why would she..”

“Because, she loved that child. She loved Y/n”

Loki tears up at the thought. The whole time, the whole pregnancy, she knew. She knew she was going to leave him. That he would mourn her. But she carried on anyway. That's why she wrote in that damn book all the time.

***Flash back****

“My love, why, pray tell are you writing in that book again?”

A smile forms on her face, "Because darling, I want our child to know how much it is loved by their mother. How anxiously I await their arrival.”

Loki smiles, not understanding his wifes antics, “Well in that case, make it known how much they are loved by their father.”

***

Loki stands and walks out of the room.

“Where are you going?” Thor shouts at his brothers back.

“I need to be alone. Don’t worry, the child will not be harmed.”

And with that, Loki disappeared.

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Y/ns POV

During your exploration of the castle, you ran into some of the staff. After many apologies, you managed to introduce yourself. But it seems that the particular woman you ran into knew who you were. It was weird but added to your theory.

She directed you to the garden, saying that it was the largest in all of Asgard, so of course you had to check it out.

So there you were. You were surprised to find that it was actually pretty large. You walked around, taking in the scenery and all the plants that didn’t exist on earth. You took pictures for Tony and Bucky, they’re probably worried sick.

After a while, you got bored and decided to find a place to sit, you wanted to read that journal Thor gave you. So you found a quiet spot, it was tucked away behind some trees but it was perfect. A small gazebo, covered in wilting flowers. It was old, chipped paint came off when you put your hand on it. It creaked when you sat down on the wooden bench.

That's when you noticed it. The letter L and another that was too faded to tell. You shrugged it off, digging in the bag for the journal, your headphones and the pastry you stole from the kitchens earlier. You settled in, playing some music and started reading. You got two pages in when your favorite song came on. Unable to resist, you started singing along.

Getting lost in the music, you didn’t notice that the flowers started to perk up. The color started to come back and they blossomed. The gazebo itself looked as if it was freshly painted.

Like magic.

Your singing caught the attention of another who came to the garden to be alone.

“What are you doing here?”

You jump, ice shooting out of your hands

The person dodged it, but looked at you in surprise.

“Y/n” They whispered. That’s when you recognized him.

“Oh hey, I bumped into you earlier huh?”

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General POV

Loki was speechless. At first when he heard the singing, he thought someone was trespassing. Everyone knew they weren’t supposed to go anywhere near the gazebo. That was her favorite spot.

So, he marched over, about to yell at the figure that dared to be in the space he and his beloved used to enjoy. That's when you turned around.

He thought he was seeing a ghost at first. That he had died and his beloved was waiting for him. But then he realized that this person shot ice out of their hand. And that’s when it hit him.

“y/n’

“Oh hey, i bumped into you earlier huh?”

Loki stayed quiet, still looking over your features. Realizing that the baby he sent away was now a teenager and had no idea who he was.he didn’t know what to say to you. How to explain that even though he could have raised you, he decided to selfishly sent you way. That the very sight of you had enraged him so much that he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes.

Emotions flooded his body as he looked at you. Remebering how excited he was to be a father. To raise a child with his true love.How he felt the night she died, before she could even hold you in her arms.

Then he spoke, “You..you look so much like your mother...”

Then he broke down, crying as you ran to his side, wondering who this man was, and how he knew your mother.

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bowieandqueen11 · 4 years ago

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Be Better / Kratos Imagine

Request: So, here's a suggestion for God of War (I see you playing it, 😂!) Kratos brings home his newlywed wife after they are married. She's a little shy at first, but warms up to Kratos after he rescues his beloved from a minor attack. Kratos will protect his beloved, no matter the circumstances.

Thank you so much @thebeckyjolene for my first GOW request! Sorry if this is a bit OOC while I get used to writing for these characters <3

This took quite a lot of thinking and time, so any comments are really appreciated!!

(Song lyrics are from here if you’re interested!: https://www.realmofhistory.com/2017/08/02/oldest-norse-song-codex-runicus/)

Night had fallen fast upon the land of Midgard. No more than a few hours ago, had the sky shone its mix of red hues, blood oranges and warm yellows over your fingers held tight in Kratos’ grip, as your husband slid the ring over your skin. Now, Atreus runs ahead of the two of you, feet kicking up the snow as he places his back in his quiver and forgets tracking for the night. Kratos’ heavy shoulder bumps against your own as he walks in silence beside you, all the colour fading away and leaving only a few remnants of blue as Skoll and Hati continue their chase across the sky.

Atreus was humming to himself as he skid across the land, a tune you had taught him the first day you had, quite literally, bumped into the two pain riddled, but still hopeful travellers (and Mimir, of course). Your husband seemed tense by your side, always alert, you supposed, as you fell into sync with his heavy footsteps. His eyes darted down to you, nervous. You would never have known the internal battle within him, the way his fingers kept on clenching into a tight fist as they reached for your slender ones swinging beside him, yet too afraid to let himself feel.

‘The number of their worries grow and with them the number of their solutions — but the answer is often a heavier burden, even when the question hurts to bear.’

Yet there you were. Real. He had known it from the moment he had first met you up on the Mountain path, when you had barrelled into him headifirst on some errand from Sindri to find Asgardian Steel that he didn’t dare touch. As you helped Atreus up, offering a hand next to the God which he declined with a stoic expression, he couldn’t help but notice the way his son’s face lit up as you smiled anyway and brushed some snow off his shoulder once he had risen. He had grunted, his breathe huffing out, but even you could see the slight humour in the way his stomach rumbled. The intensity of his gaze as you complimented Atreus on his mistletoe arrows. The way his fingers dug into his fist until his skin started to bleed, yet he didn’t even notice until it began mixing into the snow.

He had hoped to spare you from this life, he thought, as the three of you reached your wooden shack: although humble, your home. Yet some things, he knew, were fated. Inevitable. Loving you, hurt him so much, sometimes, he felt he may burn, his skin in flames. He would never admit it, as he opened the door for you and watched you place your sword down by the entryway jars with eyes so soft and warm they could melt the ice that stuck to the door, but you made him better. The pain was worth it. You weren’t quite sure what to do at first, so used to spending your days roaming the realms, dodging nightmares and draugrs on your scouting journeys that the domestic life, the family life seemed so unknown to you. Not unwelcome, you knew, as Atreus bounded past you to dump his bow on the hide of his bed, just... strange. So there you stood, wondering whether you should start a fire, or start preparing the deer for dinner

Shivering to yourself, you pull the fur tighter around your shoulders as the harsh bite of the wind pierced through your coat. The heat of the fire Atreus was trying to start in the pit had yet to reach your skin, but that wasn’t what made you shiver. It was the way Kratos was still standing in the doorway, his looming figure shrouded in darkness, only a little light showing the uncertain flicker in his eyes. You could barely make out his beard in the moonlight, but from the way his arms tensed and made the door creak on its hinges, you could tell something was wrong.

‘What is it, father? What’s out there?’ Atreus ran up to stand next to you, both staring at the man who only huffed harshly in reply.

He only held a hand out, telling the two of you to stay silent. Atreus hovered beside you, until you placed your arm in front of his chest and pushed him behind your back. His nose bumped against your shoulder as you slowly began to walk the two of you backwards, towards the trap door you knew was only a few metres away under the rug.

You never had time to make it, though, before the Leviathan Axe came flying around your head and knocked over the Draugr that had smashed through the roof and crashed down to encircle the two of you.

‘Atreus, stay behind me!’, you shout, trying to dodge the two of you out of the way of fiery swords that leave a trail of comet like fire in the darkness. Finally hitting the floor, you pull the boy into your hip as you scramble desperately to find the latch while simultaneously avoiding the feet that stamp across the floorboards and send sawdust flying down from the rafters. Time seemed to slow, as you tugged and tugged and held your son under your chest, trying with all your might to stop him from being trampled on. You could feel him shake against your chin, a mixture of anger, fear and anxiety, but he could tell by the way you gripped him tighter that he wasn’t to dare to try and run for his bow. Instead, he tucked further against you as you slid towards the side wall and tried to flatten the two of you against it.

You could hear the grunts of your husband, dragging the living dead away from you with unbridled fervour and fury, his hands shaking with the exertion of trying to stop anything happening to his beloved. My fault, he thinks as he smashes his axe into the ground, sending shards of frost flying across the room, this is my fault.

When the chaos finally settles down, the only sound you can hear over your panting is the last few crackles of the dying embers.

Kratos wipes his finger across the floorboards with a scowl on his face, rubbing his thumb and pointer finger together as the last specks of glowing dust coat his head. ‘Old Magic’, Kratos growls. ‘...Freya.’

You and Atreus stumble to a stand, taking in the shattered jars and swinging planks of wood that hang, splintered over your heads. Your poor home, already ruined.

‘Boy, are you hurt?’, he questions, folding down onto one knee and gently reaching up a finger to place under his chin. Tilting his head, Atreus scrunches up his nose.

‘No, I’m fine! Mum protected me!’

He lets go of his son, instead turning his attention on to you. Afraid of what his response would be, despite desperately wanting to hug your husband, you’re surprised to able to sigh in relief as he places both hands on your shoulders and pulls you into his chest. You can feel his beard tickle your head as he shuts his eyes and breathes you in, his fingernails digging almost uncomfortably into your spine. You, however, don’t want to unsettle him, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his touch.

‘You are a good woman, and I swear on my life I will always protect you.’

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heeeey any insecure!john?

Hi Nonny!

Ahhhh, you know I’ve collected fics over the years but I’ve mixed them up with the Sherlock ones, so I think I’ll start anew and start fresh! I know I’ve missed a lot when I pulled them out of the old lists, so forgive me! Hope you enjoy what I’ve got here for you!

As always, Lovelies, please add your insecure John fics!!

INSECURE JOHN

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BAMF! But Insecure John

Insecure / Awkward John or Sherlock (Jan 2019)

Concussions And Good Old Fashioned Awkwardness by Belldere (K+, 894 w. || Humour, Hospitals, Mild John Whump, Misunderstandings, Platonic Relationship, Concussions, Not-Gay John, Possessive Sherlock) – When John lands himself in hospital... again, all he wants is to just get out of there as soon as possible, too bad his doctor has other ideas about where John may be getting his injuries. Good thing concussions make everything strangely funnier.

I Was Wrong by AllesandraQuartermaine (K, 1,496 w., 1 Ch. || TGG AU, Friendship, Hospitalization / Injury, John’s Self Esteem, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sherlock and John have a conversation a few days after the pool face off with Moriarty. And John hears something quite surprising.

Hell or High water by bluefire301175 (E, 2,250 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Frottage, Alley Sex, First Person POV John, Case-ish Fic, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing) – John wants. Sherlock wants. Plain and simple.

Not My Proudest Moment by charlock221 (K, 2,695 w., 1 Ch. || Lunar New Year, Mild PTSD / Panic Attack, Coping Mechanisms, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort) – John tries his best not to get in the way of Sherlock's cases, but when the vivid noises of fireworks unnerve his senses and begin to bring back unwanted memories of Afghanistan, he cannot help but to hope Sherlock will notice and help him before things go too far.

Closeted by Sexxica (E, 2,762 w., 1 Ch. || Trapped in a Closet, Panicking Sherlock, Hand Jobs, Coming in Pants, Awkward Conversations, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Fluffy Ending) – An improvised hiding spot and a bit of accidental voyeurism leave John and Sherlock in an awkward position.

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it's time to act.

Paranoia by Ewebie (M, 3,789 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Drinking Games, Scotland Yard Gang, Jealous / Possessive Sherlock, Inappropriate Questions, Embarrassed John, Matchmakers) – John and Sherlock join the gang of Scotland Yard for a night of drinking, and it gets a bit personal and revealing.

Coldness/Heat by agirlsname (E, 3,790 w., 1 Ch. || Cuddling & Snuggling, Body Heat, New Year’s Eve, PWP, Bedsharing, Frottage) – The inn is booked up on New Year's Eve. The train home is cancelled because of the snow. The only option is to sleep in the non-heated guest room of a client, and John and Sherlock are freezing. You know where this is going. Part 1 of New Year's Kiss

The Oolong Disaster by unicornpoe (T, 4,151 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Beard, Fluff, Humour, Frustrated Sherlock, John Takes Care of Sherlock, Case Fic-ish, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Possessive Sherlock) – John has a beard. Sherlock has a panic attack.

Afghanistan in Baskerville by Amaya Ramiel (K+, 4,357 w., 1 Ch. || THoB Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drugged John, PTSD / Panic Attack, Hallucinations, Worried Sherlock, John’s Past, Friendship) – What if John hadn't seen the hound when Sherlock trapped him in the lab? What if instead, his very real nightmares of the war had materialized all around him? Trapped and drugged, John can't tell what's real and what's not. How will Sherlock react?

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarrassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

What You Are Worth by Lastew (T, 4,488 w., 1 Ch. || Observant but Insecure John, Friendship, Crime / Case Fic) – John helps Sherlock with a case, but he questions his real value to Sherlock.

Let Down by Gandalf3213 (K+, 4,505 w., 2 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, John Whump, Insecure John) – John truly is sorry for letting Sherlock down. The only thing he wanted to do was finish the case, but bleeding out in a dark alley makes it harder for him to pursue that murderer running out of sight.

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

Pillow Talk by scullyseviltwin (M, 5,183 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angsty Fluff, Pillow Talk, Bed Sharing, Worried John, First Time Morning After, Soft Sherlock, Sexuality Discussion, Love Confessions, Kisses and Cuddles) – John has been looking at Sherlock for ages, it feels like.

Welcome Home, John by slashscribe (G, 5,504 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Awkwardness, Stabbed Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Panic Attack (Sherlock), Self Esteem Issues, Love Confessions, First Kiss) – When John moves back to 221B, he thinks he’s the broken one, but after a while, it becomes clear that he might not be correct.

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko (E, 6,653 w., 1 Ch. || Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fantasizing, John in Denial / Internalized Homophobia, Bottomlock, Pining Idiots, Sherlock Has No Boundaries, Cockblocking Sherlock) – John watches porn. It's a perfectly normal thing to do.If every video he watches happens to feature actors with remarkable physical similarities to his flatmate, well, that's no one's business but his own. Or: John is in denial, until his infatuation with Sherlock is impossible to deny anymore.

Inconvenient Timing by TheMadKatter13 (M, 7,072 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Omega John/Alpha Sherlock, Romance, Public Heat, Scared John, Protective / Worried / Possessive Sherlock, Post-TBB AU, Caring Sherlock, Pre-Slash, Happy Ending) – When John's heat failed to appear three times in a row after he was shot, he figured it was just another broken piece off the broken toy soldier. So he was rather surprised to feel it start out of the blue...and not at all pleased with it starting while he was on the tube.

Sometimes When We Touch by kedgeree (M, 7,755 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss/Time, Inappropriate Giggling, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Virgin Sherlock, John Whump, Touching) – John might be touching Sherlock a little more often than is strictly necessary. Sherlock probably hasn't even noticed. Right...?

Victim, Bait, Hero, Friend by KimberlyTheOwl (T, 7,887 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TGG Epilogue, Angst, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Introspection, Past Kidnapping / Torture / Implied Rape, Panic Attacks, Worried / Possessive Sherlock, Lestrade is a Good Friend) – Some insights into why John was perfectly willing to throw everything away for a chance to kill Moriarty at the pool. Trauma, ugliness, and finally healing. Some nice supporting work by Lestrade as well.

Every Night I Look for You by destinationtoast (E, 8,377 w., 1 Ch. || POV John, Post-TRF, Angst, Mystery, Unsafe Sex, BAMF John) – Every night, John looks for familiar hints of Sherlock in the men he meets in bars, and he does with them all the things he wishes he’d done before. Eventually, he stumbles into a situation that Sherlock would know how to handle, and John must decide whether he can handle it without him.

Just Like That by sussexbound (E, 8,442 w., 1 Ch. || First Time/Kiss, Frottage, Virgin Sherlock, French Kissing, Anal, Emotional Lovemaking, Enthusiastic Consent, Tenderness, Crying John, Bathing/Washing, Insecure John, Toplock) – John doesn’t want to talk anymore. He wants. Oh dear god, how he wants. For the first time in what feels like years he WANTS.

Unwasted by patternofdefiance (E, 8,966 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3 / S3 Fix-It, Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Angelo’s, Fluff, First Time, Anal, Cum Play, Flashbacks to ASiB, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Bottomlock, Cuddles, Multiple Orgasms, BJ’s, Bed Sharing) – John finds it three months after he's moved back. He's on the hunt for something to make for dinner, is scrounging through the cupboards, when he happens upon the graveyard of pasta boxes Sherlock still seems to create when left to his own devices. Behind seven boxes of pasta, all almost completely empty, is a dark-glassed bottle, with a paler coat of dust. It's unopened. John's face falls slack when he sees it, instantly recognises it, and for a long moment he just stands and looks at it.

Ravish Me by amalnahurriyeh (E, 10,025 w., 1 Ch. || UST / RST, Makeup / Lipstick, Sympathetic Sally, Experiments, Pining John, First Kiss, Face Fucking / BJ’s, Cuddling) – Sherlock is experimenting with patterns of wear on lipstick in daily encounters. John is going to go insane.

A Is For Aftermath by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 10,567 w., 1 Ch. || Injury / Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship/Pre-Slash/Bromance/Platonics, Hallucinations, Introspection, Insecure / Worried John, Big Brother Mycroft, Alternating POV, Anxious Sherlock, Self-Deprecating, Mildly Possessive Sherlock, 3G Moment) – John is still hallucinating, Sherlock cannot sleep, and Lestrade has a new case for them. But will life at 221B ever be able to return to normal? Epilogue to M is for Moriarty.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalized Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

On The Fence by BeautifulFiction (T, 13,770 w., 1 Ch. || Fencing, Case Fic, First Kiss, Insecure John, Pining John, Hug, Greg Finds Out) – The murder of the King's College fencing champion leads to revelations about Sherlock's past. Will it be the point that tips them from friends to lovers, or will they remain on the fence?

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

Between Friends by SilentAuror (E, 18,036 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3, Alternating POV, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Abduction, Awkward Situations / Miscommunications, Porn With Feels, Blowjobs, Pining, Unrequited, Angst With Happy Ending) – Sherlock gets abducted. As John discovers him tied up naked in an empty storage facility and comes to rescue him, Sherlock's body has an unfortunate reaction which triggers a series of events. John is convinced that everything will be fine as long as they never discuss it. Sherlock isn't as sure...

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w., 1 Ch. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

Maintaining A Personal Life by Gingerhermit (E, 24,284 w., 6 Ch. || Alternating POV’s, Bisexuality, BAMF!John, Jealous Sherlock, Romance / Drama, Sort-of Case Fic, Peril & Angst, Love Confessions, Toplock, Soft Idiots in Love, Post S3) – Sherlock and John discover some interesting revelations about each other’s sexuality, which lead them both to question the assumptions they've made about one another for years. In the midst of their mutual discoveries, a dangerous psychopath looms on the side-lines who threatens to destroy their new beginning.

Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01 (E, 36,833 w., 10 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Time, Reunion, Jealous John, Pining Sherlock, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, Sherlock Has a Boyfriend) – When Sherlock returned from his faked death, John could not forgive him for the deception and broke off their friendship. Ten years later, John returns to London in search of yet another new beginning. Sherlock, not surprisingly, is waiting.

Turn Left at the Park by Glenmore (NR (E), 37,409 w., 28 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting / ASiP Divergence, Case Fic, Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Loneliness, No Mary, Possessive Sherlock, Fluff & Angst, Nightmares/PTSD, Sherlock Saves John, Sherlock Whump-ish, Doctor John) – So what would have happened if John hadn't walked through the park and met Stamford? What if, instead, he walked around the park and just went home?

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

One Little Change by jadztone (E, 58,312 w., 12 Ch. || ASiB Divergence, Fake Relationship, Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bi John / Gay Demisexual Sherlock, Switchlock, Alternating POV, Jealousy, Misunderstandings, Case Fic, Angst with Happy Ending, Emotional Love Making, Butt Plugs, Cuddles) – Our story begins right after John and Sherlock's first meeting with Irene Adler in September. It splits off into an AU that imagines them taking a case where they act as bait to hook a killer targeting closeted gays in secret relationships. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, many things happen that have our boys wondering if maybe they have a chance with each other. Then Irene fakes her death on Christmas Eve, and things get a lot more complicated - especially since they still have a killer to catch.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

floating through a dark blue sky by Lediona (M, 58,966 w., 15 Ch. || Notting Hill AU || POV John, Celebrity Sherlock, First Date / Time / Kiss, Past Drug Addiction, Angst with a Happy Ending) – Of course, I’d seen his films and always thought he was, well, brilliant -- but, you know, a million miles from the world I live in. Or, when John is the owner of a travel book shop and the famous Sherlock Holmes stops in one day.

The Book of Silence by SilentAuror (E, 60,056 w., 2 Ch. || S4 Fix It / Post S4, Virgin Sherlock, Rosie / Parentlock, Domesticity, Fluff, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, First Person POV) – As spring blooms in London, John and Sherlock begin to take new cases and cautiously negotiate this new phase of life with John living at Baker Street again. Despite how well it's all going, John struggles to forgive himself for the way he treated Sherlock following Mary’s death as well as trying to figure out how to finally put his long-time feelings for Sherlock into words. Part 1 of The Book of Silence/Rosa Felicia

Scars by SilentAuror (E, 60,494 w., 5 Ch. || Rape / Non-Con / Abuse, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Dub Con Elements, Homophobia, Angst With Happy Ending, Mary is Not Nice) – S3 rewrite, showing Mary’s manipulation of John as he realizes his love for Sherlock. Mary is not having it.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Secrets and Revelations by Hisstah (E, 83,535 w., 9 Ch. || Sentinel / Guides Omegaverse AU || Adventure, Violence, Anal / Oral, Omega!John / Alpha!Sherlock, Case Fic, Politics, Mild DubCon) – Dr John Watson has some major secrets that he's kept from his flatmate, Alpha Sentinel Sherlock Holmes. Now the Sentinel Tower is after him. Can John stay out of their hands until he can reveal his secrets to Sherlock? Part 1 of Secrets and Revelations

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other, John’s Self Esteem Issues) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

Maintenance and Repair by patternofdefiance (E, 106,650 w., 71 Ch. || Future AU, Augmentation || Augmented John, Depression, Body Modification, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Sci-Fi, Self-Care, Body Dysmorphia) – John wants to explain the rush of sensation and data, which is just another form of sensation (or is it the other way around?). John wants to say: Augmentation circuits report temperature, pressure, various forms of quantitative input. Sudden changes are reported as pain, since sudden changes are dangerous, and pain is the quickest way to encourage reflexive extraction. But all John can manage is, “Nng.” Because this sudden touch is not reporting as pain. Part 2 of STATIC

A Study in Winning by Jupiter_Ash (E, 106,658 w., 11 Ch. || Tennis AU || John POV, Dirty Talk, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Happy Ending, Sherlock Speaks French, Switchlock, Wimbledon) – John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything? Part 1 of Tennis

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w., 23 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Genie/Djinn AU || Magical Realism, Kidnapping, Genie Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Case Fic, H/C, Angst, Clubs, John Whump, Mild DubCon, Hand / Blow Jobs, Torture) – Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more.

The Burning Heart by May_Shepard (M, 119,150 w., 21 Ch. || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, John’s Sexuality, S3 Rewrite, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV John Watson, John’s Gay) – When Sherlock dies, John Watson feels like his life is over too. He’s completely shut down, until Mark Morstan, a new nurse at John’s medical clinic, catches his attention, and helps him uncover the long buried truth of his attraction to men. Although he’s certain he’ll never get over Sherlock, John plans to move on, and build a new life with Mark, unaware that Sherlock is not quite as dead as he appears, and that Mark is hiding secrets of his own.

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #insecure john #my fic recs #Anonymous #long post

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dickgrcyscns · 4 years ago

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Snowfall

Snowfall, John Carter x Female!Reader.

Summary: In which keeping a marriage secret is really difficult. Especially when the both of you are bad at secrets and it's been months of you working around everyone.

Set During: Season One

Word Count: 2,169 words

Gif used not mine!

Life was full of surprises, you had learned that pretty quickly in the emergency room. And you learned early on to take advantage of the breaks you were given, whether that be due to the weather or because one of the residents (and sometimes an attending) told you to take one. This time around it was for a reason a bit more exciting. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling that the snow elicited in you, after all you had grown up in Chicago and spent hundreds of days playing out in the snow. Staring out the window, listening to the quiet hums of the emergency room with no patients, you thought back to the days you would spend out in the snow. Often you found yourself at the Carter family home, running around in the snow with John as his grandmother stood by the window watching you guys play. It was in the snow that you realized your feelings for him. You were fourteen, rolling around in the snow after he had tackled you down to the ground. Your faces were inches apart and for a split second a part of you wanted to close the distance, press your lips against his own. But some part of you stopped that from happening then.

And looking back at it, that was one of your biggest regrets. You wished you had taken control earlier than when you did. Nothing could change anything, although, and at least you ended up with him in the end. Of course, you still kicked yourself for falling in love with your best friend. Especially since you had promised yourself that you would never do such a thing. (Then again, who didn’t make promises to themselves that would eventually fall through). Now that you two have been together since you were eighteen, and married for just over two years, everything else seemed small. All of the moments of what could have been seem minuscule in comparison to you guys actually being together.

“Y/l/n?” You turned your head away from the window, smiling at Susan who had called out your name. “We just pulled a prank on Carter and we’re about to have him find out, so if you want to come and watch.”

“I would love to do nothing more than watch this.” Standing up, you walked into the admit area and stood next to Lydia. “What did you do to him?”

“Just something fun,” Mark smiled. “You’re lucky you weren’t sleeping.”

“Sleep is for the weak,” you mumbled, waving your hand in the air. “Let’s get on with the show.”

Mark grabbed the intercom from behind him, holding it for a few seconds before he pressed the button. He let out a short laugh before speaking into it, “Doctor Carter stat trauma one, Doctor Carter stat trauma one.”

You leaned onto the counter, arms resting and holding most of your body weight as noises came out from exam room four. A smile formed on your lips when the door opened abruptly, John tumbling out from behind it with a cast on his leg. Laughing, you brought one of your hands up to cover your mouth as John walked closer to everyone standing in the room. He pointed a finger between everyone, a smile playing on his lips as he accused all of you for the cast. The finger landed on you, which made you scoff in response. “Y/n,” John said softly, “did you do this to me?”

You blinked. “No.”

“I have a hard time believing that.”

“I have better things to be doing,” you shrugged. “The cast is cute though, I suggest you keep it.”

“I hate you,” John mumbled, shaking his head. “I’m guessing it was you two then?” He pointed at Susan and Mark who shared a playful look. “Can someone please take it off?”

“I agree with Y/l/n’s statement, it looks cute,” Mark smiled, patting your shoulder. “I’m not taking it off.”

“Neither am I.” Susan grabbed her mug of coffee from the admit desk, walking back to the lounge. “Have fun with that Carter!”

“Thanks!” John screamed out sarcastically, watching as everyone but you walked away from the area as if nothing was wrong. Your care-free persona shifted almost immediately, allowing your soft side to show as you looked over John’s expression. “So now you want to be sweet?”

“I can’t act normal around you,” you felt your cheeks heat up. “They would catch on.”

“And if they did?”

“I’m not sure.” Biting at your tongue, you smiled a little. You reached out to touch his cheek for a fleeting moment, quickly pulling it back before anyone around could see you two. “I would really love to kiss you right now, though.”

“Me too.”

“Snow days just remind me of when we were younger and I would come over to your grandmothers house,” you smiled softly, a chuckle leaving John’s lips. “Do you not remember?”

“Oh no, I do. You would drop by around eight in the morning,” John sat down, angrily tapping on the cast. “That time was when my grandmother was awake and I was still asleep, so you’d spend time with gamma and talk to her. But you were always there when I woke up, effortlessly beautiful. It was unfair, really.”

You leaned down, looking to make sure no one could see you before whispering in his ear, “You know, I always wanted to kiss you in the snow.”

“In the snow?” John mumbled back. “It’s a good things there's a lot of that going around.”

“Do you think they would notice if we just, I don't know, went missing?”

“Probably so,” John pursed his lips, a nod falling from his head. “Seems worth the risk though.”

“It wouldn’t kill us if they found out,” you shrugged innocently. “I mean, I’d just be kissing my husband. It’s not like we have any patients to worry about.”

“Other than myself.”

“Right, sorry. Other than John Carter who is stuck in a cast he doesn't need.”

“No one from the outside knows that,” John stood up. “For all they know, I’m injured.”

You rolled your eyes, walking towards the doors to the ambulance bay. John followed after you, smiling at the sight of the snow falling to the ground. When the cold air enveloped you, you took in a slight breath. Hugging your jacket closer to your body, you looked up at the sky. It was the kind of weather people expected in Chicago, cold and snowy. This time it had the added bonus of being December, which meant there was the possibility for a white Christmas. You loved it when it snowed at Christmas time, it just made the season feel right. John stood beside you, one of his arms resting lightly against your waist. Neither one of you moved to find a remote space, which meant neither one of you were necessarily trying to hide the relationship from the people inside. In fact, if you cared enough you probably would have noticed their faces in the windows of the lobby and the lounge.

“You know,” John mumbled into your ear, “this would be a lot more fun if we kissed right now.”

“I can think of things more fun than kissing,” you smiled, turning so your body faced his. “Too bad we’re at work right now.”

“So that's how this is going to go?”

“How?”

“With you teasing me.”

“Sure seems like it,” you nodded, a playful smirk on your lips. “I love you, did you know that?”

“Surprisingly, I don’t think I did. Did you know that I love you as well?”

“Can’t say I was aware of that fact.”

“Strange how that happens.”

“Quite.”

“Are we just going to do this until I kiss you?” John questioned as your lips came closer to each others.

“I could do this all day,” you whispered against his lips.

“I know you could,” he whispered against yours.

“Just kiss me.”

“Say no more.”

John quickly pressed his lips to yours, hands coming to cup your cheeks. You wrapped your arms around his neck, curving your body into his. When you two broke apart, you took a few seconds to open your eyes. You were content with everything in that moment. The kiss, the smile on your lips, your husband, and especially the snow that continued to fall around you. When you opened your eyes, you were met with John’s brown doe eyes staring at you. He had a boyish grin stuck on his lips as he pulled you in for another kiss and then another and then another.

“They’re bound to know now,” you laughed, pulling your arms away from his neck. “At least, they know something. We could keep the fact that we’re married away from them if you want.”

“If we don’t tell them, it’ll keep them guessing.”

“But if we do tell them, we could probably kiss more often while here.”

“This is why you’re the smarter one of the two of us.”

“I’m not surprised,” You began to pull off your coat as you walked in the doors. “I mean, I’m me and you’re you. Of course I’m the smart one.”

“I know that I said that, but it still hurts.”

“Says the one who didn’t wake up when Doctor Greene and Doctor Lewis were putting a cast on your leg,” You laughed, walking into the lounge and putting your coat in your locker. Mark and Susan shared a look, a smirk on their lips.

“So,” Mark drawled out, a brow raised. “Anything you’d like to tell us?”

“The snow is pretty,” you smiled innocently, putting your stethoscope around your neck. “Don’t you agree John?”

“Definitely, it’s very pretty,” John nodded in response. “I just love when there’s snow outside.”

“Me too.”

“Reminds me of being a kid.”

“And when we would just terrorize your parents until they yelled at us to get out,” you mumbled, pushing at John’s shoulder as the four of you walked out to the admit desk. “God, your dad hated me.”

“Your dad didn’t like me much more,” John retorted. “He really hated me after we started to date.” Your face dropped a little, a smile forming on your lips when everyone in the admit area turned towards you two. His eyes went wide for a moment as he realized what he just said. You let out a slight laugh as Carol walked into the room.

“Did you just say,” Haleh smiled, pointing a finger between you and John. “Date?”

“I,” John stumbled on his words, making you shake your head.

“John and I are married,” you shrugged, trying to divert any attention away from it. “Nothing too abnormal going on here. So, how are you guys doing?”

“Married?” Carol blinked a few times, her eyebrows drawing together as she looked between you two.

“We’ve been together since we were eighteen,” John smiled. “We got married at twenty-one.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone here?” Susan leaned back on the desk, a laugh leaving her lips. “I always thought you two had something going on though. The longing glances were getting old.”

“Personally, I thought it was cute,” Haleh laughed, shaking her head. “Carter’s puppy dog eyes were really the selling point.”

“It was Y/n’s pout that tugged at my heart,” Lydia popped in, making your cheeks flame. “Seriously, all she had to do was jut out her bottom lip and Carter would do anything she wanted.”

“We should have realized this a while ago,” Connie laughed.

"Don’t hold it against yourselves. Honestly, we should have told everyone from the get-go. It’s not like it changes everything for us.”

“You two are cute together,” Carol smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. She paused, turning back towards you with a wide grin. “Can we see your ring?”

“What?”

“Your ring, can we see it? You don’t wear it on your finger.” Carol grabbed at your hand, holding it in front of your own face.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You grabbed at the chain around your neck, unclasping it so you could take your rings off of it. Sliding them on, you smiled a little at them. Your engagement ring was his great-grandmothers, you always found yourself staring at it. Each time you found something new about it: a different knick on the metal on the ring. Each time you often wondered about how it got there. Carol took hold of your hand again once the rings were on it, eyes wide and a smile growing.

“How’d you afford this Carter?”

“Family heirloom,” John mumbled, running his hand across the back of his neck. “I definitely wouldn’t be able to afford a diamond that large.”

You bit back a laugh (because the both of you could buy hundreds of diamonds that size if you wanted to), “Not at all.”

At least the snowfall did one good thing (other than stopping the E.R. from constant use), you and John didn’t have to hide anymore.

#john carter #John Carter x reader #John Carter imagine #John Carter er #susan lewis #mark greene #Doug ross #Carol Hathaway #emergency room #e.r.#nbc er

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astroportals · 4 years ago

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fleshing out characters or how to make them Feel Real

Making characters feel real can be hard and frustrating and sometimes a downright nightmare. Real people are full of so much “stuff.” We’re complicated and contradictory and wonderful and terrible. Characters need all this “stuff” (or at least the illusion of all this stuff) to feel real to us and jump off the 2D page into a believable 3D person. Below are three of the main areas of characterization that I think really help create that illusion and make fictional characters feel real and some questions so help start brainstorming.

physical description: do they have a birthmark? a scar on their elbow? what's their style like? comfort over fashion? what's their favorite article of clothing? how long or short is their hair? do they dye their hair or keep it natural? piercings? tattoos? what are their go-to pair of shoes? backpack or tote bag? do they wear jewelry? favorite shade of eye shadow? lipstick or lip gloss? are they muscular or not?

real people are quirky and strange and unique so give some of that richness to your characters too and in their appearance.

interior world: what do they want most? what do they fear? what is standing in their way from getting what they want? do they like being alone or need constant company? how do they feel about silence? what's they're biggest insecurity? is it their oddly shaped birthmark? how to they express their feelings to others? are they quick to anger? do they bottle things up or are they an open book? what's their best memory? describe their favorite day. if they could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? do they hate anyone? why and what happened? do they believe in god? in soulmates? do they think they have an accent when they talk? do they like the sound of their own voice?

real people are complicated and flawed and full of feelings and worries and contradictions. characters should also have "stuff" going on beneath the surface. even if it's never outright stated on the page, knowing these things about your characters will help inform their decisions, behaviors, actions and interactions with others.

relationship dynamics aka "the self + other": what's their family like? do they have two parents? step-parents? no parents? do they still live with their family? are they an only child? if not then where do they fit in with their siblings? are they the eldest child? do they feel responsible for their younger sibling(s)? are they the baby of the family? the forgotten middle child? who's their favorite relative? what about friends, are they in a "squad" or more of a loner? just a few friends? who's their ride or die? how did they meet? are they shy around new people or are they a social butterfly? in class, do they like group work or prefer to work alone? are they physically affectionate with others? what's their love language?

real people usually interact with other real people. we have friends and families and complicated relationships and dynamics that vary depending on who we're with. you're likely not the same around your closest friends or family as you are around say your boss or a professor. characters feel more "real" when they have these levels of nuance and when they have a sense of "history" or a "past" like "i met my best friend in kindergarten on the playground when she complimented my hello kitty bracelet."

miscellaneous: actions + hobbies, what do they love to do? are they an avid knitter? a snake enthusiast? do they keep a little window-sill garden? do they collect rocks or stamps or postcards or shiny pennies? can they drive or do they ride their bike everywhere? when it snows are they the first one outside building an arsenal of snowballs or are they barricading themselves inside and getting cozy under the covers? do they dog-ear their pages? are they vegetarian? what's they're favorite candy? if they were in high school, what clubs if any would they be a part of? do they like sports? favorite movie? what would be their top five artists on spotify? do they believe in aliens? if they couldn't have a dog or a cat as a pet, what would they choose instead? what are they binge watching? what would be their username on social media? how do they talk over text? do they use emojis? memes? reaction gifs?

#on writing #character development #oc development #long post #v.txt

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danishmiilk · 4 years ago

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when thunder splits the sky - na jaemin

au || royalty!au, soulmates!au

genre || angst, fluff, slight crack

warnings || swearing, death mentioned, almost deathly sickness, a lot of stress on jaemin and y/n’s part, throwing up.

summary || soulmates. the source of happiness, the source of sickness. you’re shocked that your best friend (and the second prince) is your soulmate, but it shouldn’t be too bad. after all, you’re best friends, right? you know each other better than anyone else in the world. but when jaemin refuses to realise his love, shit hits the fan.

word count || ~10k

note || this is a collaboration piece with @astroboy-lele for @k-dinernet‘s dance off event!

you and jaemin were close, closer than a commoner and a prince should be. but since you were the main cook’s daughter, it wasn’t too uncommon to see the two of you running around with bright smiles lighting up your faces. then studies took over for jaemin. he was constantly studying to become a better king than his dad, which was slightly unfair since he wasn’t even the crown prince. but accidents could happen, so jaemin had to be prepared. so you were left to your own devices most of the time, fiddling with things in the kitchen, or helping clean the monstrous castle jaemin called home.

“jaem!” you giggled happily when jaemin emerged from the library’s study. he looked tired. more tired than a 17 year old should be. dark circles contrasted his pale skin, and your hand automatically came up to rub at his slim cheeks. “you should get more rest.” you chided him.

“can’t.” jaemin responded curtly, removing your hands from his face. “i need to study.”

"but you're always studying," you sighed. it shouldn't be this hard to spend time with your best friend, but you supposed it was one of the cons of befriending the second prince of your kingdom.

"you don't understand, y/n! how could you? it's my duty to my family and my country to keep studying in case, heaven forbid, anything happens to doyoung hyung!" he snapped sharply at you, and though you knew he was clearly overstretched and stressed beyond anything you'd ever seen him (or didn't see him, he was always in the library nowadays anyway), you still took a step back and flinched away, hurt. jaemin stepped forward, mouth trying to form apologies. you shook your head, eyes glassy.

“don’t.” your voice was softer than expected. “i’ll.. i’ll leave you to it.” you ran off before jaemin could even react, wiping at your eyes.

jaemin watched you go. he watched you leave, back retreating into the dark hallways. he felt bad, of course he did - jaemin would never snap at you for no good reason. the last time he actually wanted to hurt someone was when you came to him sobbing, one year ago. the memory was still fresh in jaemin’s mind.

you supposed it could be you being too sensitive, but it was the toll the absence of jaemin took on you. sure, absence made the heart grow fonder, but it also did make cracks emerge in a friendship. you couldn’t see your cracks yet, but they’d emerge soon enough - it was the first time in so long you’d managed to talk to jaemin, and he’d just brushed you away brusquely. your hand raised to your eyes to wipe away the stray tears that had fallen.

without looking where you were running, you’d bumped into something very solid. something very human. roughly, you placed your hands on said solid thing and pushed yourself away, speeding around the obstacle to the forest, tears still filling up your eyes. you didn’t blink them back - if you’d blinked, they were sure to have fallen out.

“y/n?” the very confused crown prince shouted out from somewhere behind you, “what’s going on?” and unbeknownst to you, his brother was soon to follow, brushing past him like he was invisible (last he checked, he wasn’t.) “jaemin?” the pair of you had left long before there was a chance to provide the prince with any of his requested answers, leaving a very confused doyoung standing in the middle of the hallway. sighing, doyoung brushed off his clothes. sometimes he didn’t know what he put up with you for.

once you set foot into the forest, immediate regret almost washed over you. it started raining. not gently either, it came down in harsh droplets, hammering into your clothes, thoroughly soaking you to the bone. you shivered, rubbing your hands up and down your arms, trying to bring warmth to yourself. it didn’t work, so you settled with standing under a tree in an attempt to stay out of the storm. you gazed up at the sky, wincing as thunder rumbled in the distance, reminding you of your fears. you wished with all your might that the storm would stop. it didn’t. of course it didn’t. why would it, it was nature, and nature didn’t listen to common people, only the gods above. “y/n? y/n! oh my god, y/n!” you heard a shout echo through the forest, and you shivered again. “there you are, do you know how long i’ve been looking for you?” jaemin accused, hands grabbing at your shoulders. you glared back, though it wasn’t threatening as you were shaking and shivering, teeth chattering. “you know it’s the rainy season and almost winter! what the fuck were you thinking?” jaemin huffed, but shrugged off his coat and draped it around your shoulders gently, concern making his eyebrows knit together.

“it was sunny before.” you protested, and jaemin exhaled, shaking his head with disappointment at your naive actions.

“you should know the weather changes quickly,” jaemin retorted, and that shut you up. you knew the weather changed fast, but emotions took over you, just wanting to escape the castle jaemin called home. “we should find some shelter. i know there’s an old cottage somewhere, i just don’t know where.” jaemin sighed.

you raised your eyebrows at him, “what, it wouldn’t be some strange warped hansel and gretel remix going on, would it? because we’re not smart enough to push witches into ovens.” jaemin smiled widely, chuckling at your small jab at yourself and him.

“no, it’s completely safe.” he assured you, grabbing your hand. jaemin nervously cleared his throat. “uh… i, i should apologize for earlier. it wasn’t right for me to snap at you.” you squeezed his hand gently.

“i know you’re stressed, it’s okay. i really should be more lenient.” you sighed, slightly disappointed in yourself for not understanding your best friend’s struggles. his hair was sticking to his forehead, yours similarly sticking you your arms and neck.

“it’s just the expectations, you know. of my parents, of the people… of the country.” jaemin’s eyes widened in horror and fear, an expression that would be almost comical under different circumstances and whispered, “what if i have to rule the country one day?”

your friend blanched and you sighed, tightening your hold around him to anchor him to reality, “look, i’m not saying you’re incapable of doing it, but it’s really quite impossible that something were to happen to doyoung, so i don’t think you really have to worry about that too much. still, being royalty is probably way harder than i could imagine.”

his voice wistful, jaemin’s eyes shined with tears - or perhaps it was just the rain creating illusions. “sometimes i wish i were never born into royalty. but you know what, there’s pros and cons to everything, that’s just how life is. we get privileges, but we can’t have the best of both worlds. still,” he looked down at the wet ground, “every time i see children running about or playing with their friends in courtyards or in the streets, it makes me wish i had a childhood. makes me wish i had friends, and was allowed to play with them, to live a normal life. normal. what a beautiful word, really, and how ironic that millions of people would give anything to be a member of the royal family, while the second prince would do anything to get out of being one.”

there wasn’t very much to say, you thought, considering jaemin very rarely went into long, emotional speeches like this one. you’d never be able to understand, and you weren’t about to try. softly, so very softly, you whispered, “but you have me.” jaemin smiled softly, and slightly proudly at you.

“yeah. yeah, i do.” and he did. he’s always had you, from the first day he sneaked into the kitchen for a taste of his birthday cake before he was supposed to, until- well, there isn’t an until if you’ll have his back forever, is there?

a cottage was beginning to come into view in the distance, a quaint little thing fit for no more than one person (or perhaps seven dwarves, no reference to snow white intended). the rain blurred your vision and wind whipped through your hair, but it was shelter, and so hand in hand, you ran towards it.

“to what honour do i owe the presence of the second prince at my humble abode?” a boy’s voice, sweet and melodic, came from behind you.

you jumped. “jaemin! i thought you said it was safe.” you hissed, clutching at jaemins arms. jaemin just shrugged. you sighed, keeping an eye on the strange boy. jaemin gripped your hand tighter, however.

jaemin gestured vaguely around, staring at the auburn-haired boy with no small amount of skepticism, “i thought you’d be… older. like, an old lady.”

the boy scoffed. “who’s to say i’m not? witches don’t always have to be middle aged ladies with no fashion sense and even less hair. i’m donghyuck, by the way. come on in.” jaemin was still looking the boy up and down in curiosity, finally blurting out, ��witches use umbrellas?”

“no, we’re waterproof,” donghyuck deadpanned, sarcasm filling his words.

“jaemin,” you frowned, “do you know him?” a quick shake of his head confirmed your suspicions. “then why,” you half-screeched into his ear, “do you assume he’s safe?”

“i’m not. i could turn you into a frog, if you want.” the boy suggested, waving a hand, making you flinch and jaemin move your smaller frame behind him. donghyuck moved a shoulder evenly up and down, “joking.”

“that wasn’t funny!” you gasped. donghyuck moved his other shoulder up and down, doing a strange half-shrug again, “nobody gets my humour.”

you followed him into the house, dripping water all over his doormat and the wooden planks of his floor, but not daring to move any further than that. donghyuck waved his hand, slamming the wooden door shut behind you and lighting the fire, “will the two of you stop looking so shocked? it’s not like i’m going to cook you for dinner, so why are you acting like you’ve never seen a witch before?”

“because we haven’t,” the note of childlike curiosity reappeared in jaemin’s voice, and you were glad his mind was taken off of his royal duties, “they were outlawed a long time ago.” “right,” donghyuck levitated a couple mugs of cocoa over to you, “i forgot, sorry.”

“so your existence is basically illegal, and yet you’re serving the prince of your kingdom hot chocolate in the middle of the thunderstorm like nothing’s wrong?” you sputtered in disbelief, though you didn’t actually splutter, of course; that was rather an expression authors liked using. “all in a day’s work,” donghyuck glanced at you again, “come in and stop dripping water on the mat. would you believe it, magically drying the mat is harder than magically drying the wood.” very honestly, you didn’t know what to make of that boy.

you stood awkwardly, pressing yourself into jaemin’s side as you watched donghyuck bustle around his house, ironically not unlike an old lady. “so, ummm, could you show us some magic or something?”

“like drying our clothes,” jaemin added, motioning to the soaked fabric draped over his body.

“they’ll dry, just sit by the fireplace. in the meantime, i can show you a soulmate spell if you’d like to see it. it’s one of the easier and prettier spells, so i think you’d enjoy it, even if it’s highly unlikely it would work. soulmates are rare things, and even rarer are soulmates who discover each other and the fact that they are soulmates. so i’ll do it, but if you two don’t turn out to be soulmates, don’t be disappointed. if you do, there isn’t going to be a flash of golden light and a shower of sequins either, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“you’re saying like what would happen is one of us would die and suddenly come back to life.” you sarcastically commented, but eyes growing wide as the moon above when donghyuck looked around nervously.

“well…” he started, but you held up a hand.

“excuse me, what. come again?”

“let me just show you.” donghyuck sighed, and got up, grabbing a book from the large shelf pushed against the wall. he flipped through a few pages carefully, and let out a satisfied “ah,” when he found the correct page in the yellowing book. “the concept of soulmates hath been the strongest bond known to man since the beginnings of time. for the true blossoming of true love takes place when the eyes of soulmates transform into colours of the fall. time and time again, history older than anything thou or i could ever imagine hast proven that soulmates are rare, ones who know about them even more so. for thee, the pair who is reading this, thou art soulmates. it would be an insult to fate and everyone who cannot experience such a connection to not realise your feelings. thou hath one month to realize feelings or one half of the pair will be fated to a cruel ending. as mere mortals, we do not make the rules. nobody can help thee except the other, but fear not. you are soulmates. you have a bond. said bond shalt be enough, if thou realises it.” haechan read, rubbing the thin, old pages of the book between careful fingers. you glanced over at jaemin who was shifting his weight back and forth, not knowing where to put his feet. “so, basically,” donghyuck started, ignoring jaemin’s nervous state. “if your soulmate doesn’t acknowledge their feelings for you, or you don’t, one of you would basically die.” he shrugged. your mouth dropped open. how in the world was he so calm about it? “what the fuck? they could die?” jaemin seemed to share your sentiment.

“what is a fuck?” donghyuck furrowed his eyebrows together, evidently confused as to what this strange new word meant. jaemin faltered, taken aback, “wait, dude, you look like you’re, what, seventeen, and you have no idea what fuck means?” donghyuck looked at jaemin like he was an idiot, “never gotten the chance to interact with a lot of other seventeen year olds.” jaemin nodded solemnly, “can relate. only got this loser for a friend.” jaemin hooked a thumb in your direction. you rolled your eyes.

“let us begin the spell! i feel like i’m conducting a child gender reveal party,” he exclaimed happily, rubbing his hands together with glee. you held up your hand.

“hold the fuck up, you’re not performing this spell! one of us could DIE!” you exclaimed.

“there’s the word fuck again. kinda catchy.” donghyuck tested it out under his breath. “any other new words?” he asked. jaemin opened his mouth, no doubt to actually teach donghyuck how to swear, and well, you weren’t exactly opposed to letting him, but not dying came higher than teaching people you just met how to swear on your priority list.

“don’t worry. there’s only a slight chance that you’re soulmates anyway, and it’s better to know than to remain in oblivion. i’m not kidding.” “ignorance is bliss?” you suggested, desperate to stop donghyuck. “no, y/n. i think… if we indeed are soulmates, we deserve to know. i want to at least know why i died if i do suddenly die.”

“i have heard of that saying, y/n, was it? say, can fuck be used as a noun, a verb or an adjective?” “any way you want,” jaemin grinned, “reality can be anything you wish it to be!” “sweet,” donghyuck plonked a cauldron of unknown origin onto the table, “i like that word already.”

pulling a ladle out of seemingly nowhere, donghyuck pointed said ladle at you, “what’s your favourite flower?” you stared at him blankly, “you need that for the spell? i don’t really have a preference.” donghyuck rolled his eyes, “no, i was just curious. if you’re interested, your aura says daisy and jaemin’s absolutely screams carnations. for the record, i have zero idea what those flowers mean, but who cares?” he waved an arm over the cauldron which then proceeded to bubble, pushing dandelions and carnations to the surface. white. all white. “pretty enough, i suppose. i don’t usually give my services discounted, so you can just teach me some new words and it’s a deal.”

as you thought back, you did have a small memory of making flower crowns with jaemin. you often made daisy crowns, while jaemin’s were, as far as you knew, carnations. they were always given to you, all his carnation-based flower accessories: crowns, necklaces, bracelets.

you were jerked back to the present and away from distant memories as jaemin helpfully, or not so helpfully, instructed donghyuck on how to swear, “so, motherfucker is a noun. the verb equivalent is motherfucking, but that’s usually used as an adjective anyway. can also be shortened to mf. bitch is a more female-specific curse word since its original meaning was something along the lines of female dog.”

“i thought dogs were nice,” donghyuck pointed a finger aggressively at the bubbling liquid inside the cauldron, flowers obscuring most of its contents, “this always takes way too fucking long to boil so i can’t do anything. how perfectly bitchy of it.” jaemin’s face lit up with that mischievous smile you were so used to, “you’re a natural!” “why, thank you.” you had to be imagining things. either that, or your ears were waterlogged. shaking your head wildly, all you got was a headache, so no, your ears weren’t waterlogged. and so the two boys before you were complimenting each other casually on their ability to swear, even as one’s existence was against the law and the other was the prince of your kingdom. because that was not… strange. not strange at all.

“why don’t you teach him things like crap, hell and damn? why… fuck and bitch?” donghyuck had settled into an armchair by the fire, snapping his fingers every minute or so to keep the cauldron’s contents boiling, “you want to learn the interesting shit. like, you know, if i can learn shit and motherfucker then why am i learning crap and hell and damn? they sound lame compared to bitch, fuck and shit.” donghyuck shrugged, you sighed, and jaemin nodded like he’d birthed and raised donghyuck for seventeen years just for this moment.

“i mean, my parents don’t let me curse, but it’s fun to see them mad sometimes.” jaemin shrugged. you shook your head at the boy next to you (we shall omit the fact that he learnt half his curse words from you, and the other half from the legendary crown prince’s speech in which he accidentally swore half a dozen times in front of the whole nation. doyoung got grounded, but it made jaemin, and by extension you, developed a heck of a lot more respect for him.) you watched quietly as the two boys exchanged details about their lives and excitedly swore together. unconsciously, you started shivering again, your clothes still not quite dry. jaemin noticed, and picked up the blanket laid across his lap, wrapping it around your shoulders, making sure the blanket was secure around you before turning back to donghyuck. you learnt he also liked to be called haechan or hyuck, lived out here all his life, and didn’t know much about the kingdom from having to stay hidden from the world. jaemin’s expression held a hint of guilt, knowing that he was a member of the family that had caused huyck's plight.

“ooh! the spell is done!” hyuck clapped, and scrambled to his feet, once again doing the weird shrug thing, skipping over to the cauldron. his hair bounced and jaemin snickered while you quieted him. you shrank back into the couch as the sounds from the caldron became louder and donghyuck’s eyes started to sparkle. jaemin grabbed your hand, palms slightly sweaty. donghyuck peered into the large metal bowl, and smiled. his smile made you a bit uneasy.

“ready?” he asked the two of you, and jaemin nodded while you hesitated.

“yes.”

nothing happened for a moment and haechan waved his hands over the flower-filled water, mumbling some ancient words. you watched, eyes wide, as the water came out in a stream, winding around the circumference of the small cottage, and then around you and jaemin’s hands. you gasped, as the water was ice cold though it was boiling just moments ago. a daisy settled on jaemins wrist, wrapping around it tightly. a carnation wrapped around your finger, like it’s own special promise to you. jaemin frowned.

“is that supposed to mean something?” he asked, tugging at the flower. it didn’t move or tear. haechan eyes doubled in size as his eyes zeroed in on the flowers.

“you’re… you’re soulmates.”

jaemin stood there in shock, and shook his head. “no way. we’re best friends.” he protested. your heart was slightly crushed, as you liked him for a few months now. who wouldn’t? “we can’t be soulmates. no way.” he shook his head again, as if to clear away the water clogging his ears. you let go of jaemin’s hand. your heart was hammering, matching the raindrops that pelted to the ground.

“are.. are you sure?” you asked, voice wavering. haechan nodded. your hands were shaking now, and jaemin was ignoring you. “can i… may i lie down?” you asked, twirling a finger around your long strands of hair. donghyuck nodded, pointing you to what you assumed to be his room. as you slipped off, you heard jaemin and donghyuck whisper something together.

the next few days you didn’t see much of jaemin, only when he came out of the library to get food. even those days were rare, as he often ate in there, or brought his lunch in during the morning. and each day, jaemins face looked more and more pale. the flowers had vanished, though they left marks on where they rested just a week ago. you cast a glance down the empty hallway to the library, feet hesitating. you made up your mind, pushing open the large oak doors and… found jaemin passed out on the ground.

you gasped, rushing over and checking his temperature. it was abnormally normal, though he was sweating. you called a maid over, and soon you found yourself in the hospital wing. how were you going to break it to his parents that their younger son was sick because you two were soulmates. the thought itself was ridiculous.

“is jaemin okay?” well, fuck you, he’s obviously not. an undertone of worry was detected from the trained calmness of doyoung’s voice. the king and queen had yet to arrive, and doyoung stood behind you, hand resting on your shoulder in a slightly failed attempt to calm you. quick breaths left you, panic filling your mind and cluttering your lungs. the crown prince patted at your shoulder awkwardly, turning to leave as he couldn’t really do much. besides, it was fairly obvious the two of you needed to be alone.

as the day faded into night, jaemin was still, not moving as you watched him, hands grasping at your hair. this was all your fault. no, it was that bitch of a witch named donghyuck. he cast the spell. you wanted to blame jaemin for not accepting that you were soulmates, and now he was going to die because of it.

obviously, you hadn’t had a soulmate before. but you could sense it, you knew that no matter what jaemin had done, you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him. to love so hard you’re falling, but you know you’re flying. you’re not there yet, definitely not. there was an inkling of the possibility of that happening, though. you barely blamed jaemin for everything (which was mostly his fault anyway), and staring at the pale complexion of the boy in front of you, you couldn’t bring yourself to stay angry. you slipped your hand into his (see? can’t help it. this was all because you were soulmates, and totally not because you just wanted to.), and as storybook-esque as it was, it felt so right. a maid brought you dinner, but you couldn’t bring yourself to scoop the rice and noodles into your mouth. your stomach was protesting, but you didn’t care, resting your head on your arm, you clutched jaemin’s hand tightly. tears pricked at your eyes, and this time, you didn’t stop them.

doyoung came by again in the morning and found you awake, dark blue and purple eyebags obnoxiously present. “have you been here the whole night?” you stretched, not letting go of jaemins limp hand, back aching from the uncomfortable position you were in for the whole night.

“is there a wrong answer?” you asked, yawning as you spoke. doyoung sighed, rubbing at his temples.

“he’ll survive, y/n. it’s just sickness. we have the best doctor-”

“it’s not just a sickness!” you snapped, fire igniting in your stomach, the need to protect haechan slowly shrinking. you found yourself telling the oldest prince everything from getting caught in the rain, jaemin having a breakdown, the walk in the woods, to finding the cottage, and even the witch you encountered, though his existence was very much illegal. doyoung listened. he listened to every word, and nodded along, though his eyes were slowly going from panicked to angry.

“so, you found a witch, donghyuck, was it?” you nodded in confirmation, death gripping jaemin’'s hand. if he ever woke up he would for sure scold you for making his dominant hand ache. “he cast a soulmate spell, and jaemin didn’t accept. so now the gods are punishing him?” you nodded again. doyoung sighed, rubbing at his temples again. you watched anxiously, worried for donghyuck’s safety.

“could you get donghyuck to come here?” doyoung asked. that is not what you were expecting. blinking nervously, you nodded. you remembered the path jaemin took, right? if not, you could just shout.

“do you promise not to kill him? or like, arrest him? he’s an annoying motherfucker, but i think jaemin would be sad if you did,” you inhaled. doyoung nodded with a perfectly straight face. “he could turn you into a frog.” you added, deciding to trust him. doyoung looked a bit shocked, but you reluctantly stood up. “i’ll be back.” you whispered to jaemin, leaving doyoung to look after his brother.

setting off in the woods alone was scarier than you thought. shivering, you really wished you had jaemin in that moment. really wished. the sooner you got to donghyuck, the sooner he would be better, right? wrong.

“what do you mean you can’t remove the spell?” you shrieked, panic filling you once again. donghyuck looked sorrowful, and doyoung was standing with his arms crossed off in the corner.

“i can’t, i’m sorry, y/n. jaemin has to realize he loves you for the sickness to go away. and either way, all my spell did was prove that the two of you were soulmates. the sickness stems from the heavens”

“i have to what?” jaemin’s voice cracked slightly from not using it for the past few days. “jaemin!” you practically sobbed, hand clenching around his fingers from where you’d reached for them unknowingly. he squeezed back weakly, coughing. “what do i have to do?”

“realize you love y/n.” haechan said simply.

“i don’t think it works like that!” your voice came out slightly higher than usual, laughing nervously to stop jaemin from feeling uncomfortable. he had to, love didn’t work as such. you just didn’t decide to go, ‘okay today i have decided i love y/n!’ jaemin looked at donghyuck with visible confusion. all haechan offered was a half shrug in return.

“what happens if i don’t?” jaemin whispered. haechan glanced at doyoung, nervous that someone so high and regal was standing in the same room as him - jaemin didn’t count, seeing as he’d spent the first hour of knowing hyuck teaching him to swear, and he wasn’t the crown prince anyway - if he did or said the wrong thing, he would definitely get executed.

“we’ll get there when we get there. how long does he have?” doyoung asked. you gripped jaemin’s hand tighter, nervous of the answer. “it… depends?” donghyuck offered. doyoung scowled. “very helpful.” “i’m sorry, i’ve never had to deal with this kind of fuckery before,” donghyuck waved his hands around, “okay, swear i’m not doing magic, but i really didn’t cause any of this. okay. maybe a bit. but it would have happened anyways.” your eyebrow lifted.

“what do you mean, anyways?” jaemin asked, frowning.

“the soulmate spell only helps the soulmates find each other. and gets the show on quicker, but a year from now, the same thing would’ve happened.” haechan explained, still waving a hand. doyoung’s eyebrows knitted together. “so, jaemin and y/n should spend as much time together as they can.” hyuck concluded.

“and die faster?” jaemin snarled. haechan shook his head quickly, eyes straying to the other royal member in the room.

“no, if you spend more time together, then it’ll slow down until you realise you’re in love. usually, you get only a week, but if you spend every day together, it’s up to… a month?” haechan shrugged, letting the slightest hint of resentment slip into his voice, “maybe i’d know better if i actually could come out of hiding to be taught by more experienced witches. my work here seems to be done anyway, adios!” it was like donghyuck was born to be a showman. he ripped the curtains off and disappeared under them with a flash, letting the rich fabric settle slowly to the ground. doyoung sighed.

“well, you guys heard what he said. spend as much time together as you can.” doyoung shrugged. “and jaemin, try not to die.” doyoung added, a small smile playing at his lips, like he knew something you didn’t. jaemin nodded, head thrown back onto the plush pillows. you frowned, jaemin usually loved to hang out with you. something definitely changed over the last few weeks.

try not to die, he said. well, you were definitely dying inside. and jaemin wasn’t getting any better, coughing, occasional throwing up, and sneezing. he barely could keep his food down, let alone sit up without any help. it worried you. it worried you a lot more than you let on. to say things were awkward was putting it lightly. everyone avoided the two of you, seeing the tension held over your and jaemin’s heads. you started to get fed up after a few days.

“what happened? aren’t you supposed to be with jaemin?” doyoung asked as you stormed downstairs.

“he’s not talking to me. what’s the harm in taking a small break?” you exhaled, running a hand through your now messy hair. doyoung frowned, the worry lines creasing his forehead. “don’t worry, i’m going back to the ward in half an hour. it’s just so… infuriating.” you ranted to the crown prince, resting your head on the stairwell railing. doyoung had stopped you half way down the stairs. “we’re soulmates for god's sake! can’t he just… talk to me? when did he start to see me as a bother? when did he… start to hate me? it’s like we never were friends. i miss him, doyoung. i miss my best friend. i miss his smile, his laugh, his weird antics, i miss my jaemin.” you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes for the third time today. jaemin being sick and ignoring you while, quite literally, on his deathbed did not help. especially since you two were soulmates.

“when did you start to fall in love with him?” doyoung questioned softly. you thought for a moment. when did you truely start to love jaemin? not in the rain. not when you had your first fight when you saw him. no, it started a while ago. when jaemin started to grow up. when you stopped making flower jewelry and when he started to give you real gems. when? you weren’t exactly sure. maybe you always loved him. maybe he always loved you. but when would he figure that out? doyoung just nodded, understanding your confused gaze, unfocused and misty-eyed. he stood up, brushing his black slacks and deep red shirt. “give him a bit. jaemin is a bit slow with these kinds of things.” you only nodded in response, mindlessly walking back to the ward jaemin was residing in.

jaemin still was not getting any better the next few days. he still refused to talk to you, only nodding or rolling his eyes as a response to you trying to start to converse. you were starting to lose hope.

you were surprised to see him lying on the cold tiled ground.

“jaemin, why are you on the ground? you should be in bed. it’s cold out.” you scolded, moving towards him. jaemin held up a hand, draping his hands over his stomach.

“the floor is nice and cold,” he uttered, sighing with relief as the tile cooled his sweaty body down. you frowned, huffing. jaemin, once again, did not listen.

“the ground is dirty. i can turn down the heat-” jaemin cut you off.

“shut up! i’m dying, i don’t care if the ground is dirty!” jaemin hissed, and you backed up, saddened by his tone. jaemin didn’t notice, too busy coughing into his elbow to notice your state.

“you’re not going to die,” you whispered, and jaemin moved his elbow away. “you’re not. i refuse to let you. i don’t care if you don’t love me right now, but you’re my soulmate, jaemin. soulmate. do you know how many people wish to have soulmates? jaemin, i’ve been by your side since we were in diapers. we played in the mud together. we got in trouble together. we did everything together, jaemin. i watched you grow up. i watched you become more responsible. i watched, and i waited for you to confess. but you never did, so now you’re sick, and it’s all your fault. don’t push the blame on me, on donghyuck, or on anyone. this is on you. if you want to sit here and wallow in your self-pity, go ahead. i’m tired, jaemin. i tried to give you time, but you only have three weeks left. i don’t…” you choked on your words. “i don’t know what i’ll do if you ever die suddenly.” you whispered, backing out of the door. jaemin struggled to his feet, but you were already gone, ends of your hair and dress flowing behind you.

he stared at the empty spot where you’d been just moments before, feeling the same emptiness in his heart. bitterness welled up from within him. he wasn’t that dumb either, but love just didn’t work that way. just because some spell told you that you were soulmates didn’t necessarily mean that with a magical click of your fingers you’d stare into each others eyes and sappily declare your everlasting love.

doyoung stepped out from nowhere, looking around with a confused expression, “where’s y/n? i swear i saw her here just a few minutes ago.”

“hey, hyung.” doyoung hummed in response. jaemin sat up with some difficulty, holding a hand up to stop doyoung from trying to help him, “what if this sickness has got nothing to do with the soulmate fuckery? what if i just, uh, have the plague or something?”

“have the plague or something,” doyoung drawled sarcastically, “the last time the plague was going around was, like, a hundred years ago.” jaemin winced.

“or maybe i have cancer.”

“or maybe,” doyoung narrowed his eyes at his brother, “you’re just being a fatheaded dick who can’t come to terms with the fact that you’re soulmates with your best friend, and have to realise your love for each other so you don’t suddenly stop breathing!” doyoung stalked out of the room without a single word, pausing to seemingly contemplate whether slamming the (very heavy) oak door would help prove his point. he very intelligently settled on just stamping his foot. it made him look like a child, but jaemin hadn’t seen doyoung this upset in a while. and frankly, it got him thinking a bit.

you walked into the hospital wing as usual without greeting jaemin. it wasn’t like you got a reply anyway. “hey,” the prince offered as you took up your usual spot by his bed with a book, a clear indication that you didn’t want conversation.

your eyebrows twitched a little. granted, you weren’t expecting him to say anything, but it must be a testament to your friendship if your little blow up had at least gotten jaemin to think a little. you stared pointedly down at the book you didn’t even know the title of.

“y/n.” still no response. “you’re holding the book upside down,” jaemin sighed.

furious with yourself, you flipped the book the right side up again, “you don’t want to talk to me. stop forcing yourself to.”

“i do want to talk to you, okay? i don’t particularly want to die either, the soulmates idea is just hard to stomach.”

“what, does loving me sound so bad? am i so unlovable?” you slammed your book closed, trying not to choke on the shower of dust that came with it. logically, you shouldn’t be getting mad. jaemin was just trying to make things better, but he sounded so forced. “you sound so forced to do this, jaemin.”

“oh, are you getting mad at me now? you were sad because i wasn’t talking to you, and now you’re mad because i am! what the fuck am i supposed to do?” jaemin glared at you from underneath the covers, “i’m trying, okay? i thought you said you didn’t want me to die!”

“i don’t want you to die!” you hissed back at him, tears springing to your eyes again.

“are you crying again? if every time we talk you get that sad, then maybe you should just let me die!”

you dusted yourself off and ran out of the room, not even bothering to give jaemin an answer. why didn’t he get it? it’s not that hard to understand! (when else but) on your way out, you bumped into (who else but) doyoung, crying (what else but) angry tears. again. you really had to stop doing that.

to nobody in particular, doyoung whispered, “why are they so angsty?”

“we need to talk,” doyoung declared the moment he walked into the room in one of the pockets of time that you weren’t in it. jaemin looked up from the extremely interesting loose thread on his blanket and nodded, “what about?”

“y/n.”

jaemin’s expression darkened in a nanosecond. “no,” he practically growled, “not her again. i can figure this out myself, doyoung hyung! you don’t have to help me.”

“if you can figure this out yourself, the two of you wouldn’t be the embodiment of every sad angsty book ever written.”

“it’s our way of coping with things.” the words sounded fake even to jaemin’s own ears.

“no,” doyoung deadpanned, “don’t fuck around with me.” he hissed, “you know she cries every time you give her unwanted insults. let’s count how many times i ran into her, sometimes quite literally, in the hallway with her crying. one, the day you two got lost in the woods. two, when you were passed out and unresponsive, three, a few days after you woke up and weren’t talking to her, four, literally yesterday after you basically told her she was unlovable.” doyoung held up his fingers mockingly and it felt like jaemin had just been slapped in the face. “four times, na jaemin. four times you fucked up, four times y/n felt worthless, four times more than needed. four times. thats more than anything that happened in the last 16 years of your friendship. four times in less than a month. get your shit together, jaemin.” doyoung snapped, and spun around on his heel. jaemin felt like everyone was against him at this point.

a week passes and hey, what did you know? some improvement was showing. you and jaemin could hold, an (albeit very awkward, but still) a conversation. it was a relief to you, but you were slightly suspicious of him. jaemin still couldn’t look you in the eyes, glancing away or inspecting his nails. but you couldn’t ask anymore of him, he went from straight out ignoring you, to asking how your day went. jaemin sent you a small smile, fiddling in his seat.

“how… how are you?” jaemin asked, glancing at your features shyly. you smiled, though it felt more forced than genuine.

“i’m good. have you been getting better?”

“well, you know. not really,” jaemin shrugged, not looking at you, “it hasn’t been getting worse either, though.”

you ignored the way jaemin was pointedly avoiding your gaze and offered a half smile you didn't really mean, “the weather isn’t very good today, is it?” the weather hadn’t been really good for the past week or so. even if you weren’t spending every waking (and sleeping) moment by jaemin’s side, you wouldn’t have been able to go out of the castle. the relentless rain pouring down on the windows made sure of that.

“y/n, i still think we have to talk.” jaemin’s expression turned serious, “i know i’ve been a dick these few weeks, and i’m not even going to try excusing myself for that. but i want you to know that no matter what, i still treasure you a lot as my best friend. i think i just need time - okay, admittedly we haven’t got very much of that left, about a week and a half or so, but i struggle with feelings. i really struggle a lot and it’s overwhelming and i miss you so much, i miss talking to you not-awkwardly and i want our old relationship back.”

you promised yourself you weren’t going to cry again, because god knows you’ve cried too much. “okay then,” you laughed lightly, “if you’re going to make this a deep sentimental talk, just know that i’m willing to wait for you for as long as you need. sadly this isn’t up to me.”

jaemin remained silent for a bit, taking in what you just said. when he spoke again, you were shocked. “do you think i love you?”

you cocked your head, “what i think doesn’t matter. the question is what do you think?”

“i want to know what you think.”

knowing he wasn’t going to let you go until you told him so, you sighed, “i think you do.”

“platonically or romantically?”

“my father wants my help in the kitchens, your highness. i’ll see you later.”

it was raining again, and you didn’t show up in his room like normal. jaemin was worried, and he got out of his bed clumsily, grabbing a cane, which he winced at. he looked like an old man with it. drawing back the heavy velvet curtains, the glass of his widow was covered in water droplets, all racing to the window sill. jaemin spotted you running around the courtyard, mouth open with a muted laugh and eyes sparkling even though you were soaked to the skin. jaemin found himself smiling, watching you with fond eyes. his senses kicked in, and he realized. he was truly, and utterly, with every fiber of his being, every cell in his body, in love with you. with his best friend. with the person who stuck by him all these years. who loved all his flaws and imperfections. he, na jaemin, second prince in line, never to sit on the throne (he didn’t mind that part), was in love with you. a cook's daughter, a commoner, but most importantly, his soulmate.

when you came inside, your teeth were chattering and you were shivering all over, but it was the happiest you’d felt in a while. nothing was better than dancing in the rain, really, except dancing in the rain with jaemin. that now… that was a hundred times better, but na jaemin was sick, so you’d have to forgo that. practically waltzing into jaemin’s room, you grinned at him, your good mood making you forget all the awkwardness. he was just your best friend, your best friend of so many years. awkwardness who?

“jaems!” it might have been the prior realization of love making jaemin completely disregard any tension that might have been between the two of you earlier, but he grinned back at you just as happily as you’d greeted him, “y/n!” he frowned, pretending he hadn’t been watching you from his window just a few minutes prior because that was borderline creepy, “why are you all wet?”

“i danced in the rain. oh god, jaemin, do you remember that time when we were dancing together in the rain and then decided to use a banana leaf as an umbrella but we got wet anyway? and then-”

“and then,” jaemin picked up seamlessly from where you left off, the grin not disappearing, “doyoung hyung came to check on us because he was scared we’d catch colds from running around in the rain all day. then we slipped and fell into the mud, splashing him all over.”

you laughed, a light tinkling sound that reminded jaemin again of why he loved you, “i swear the mud mask made his skin better.”

jaemin practically screeched with laughter, “you mean you’ve been looking at my brother’s skin?”

the overwhelming love and affection you felt for your best friend in that moment, both platonically and romantically, made you throw your arms around him, instantly soaking him through with your wet clothes. somehow, the two of you ended up sprawled on his bed.

“you know what? i love you.” jaemin sighed, snuggling into your embrace. your ears burned red.

“you.. you what?” you asked timidly. you really hoped jaemin said what you thought he said. jaemin smiled, leaning back more, adjusting the position the two of you were in. you now were snuggled into his chest, sighing as you felt your eyelids droop. jaemin chuckled lowly, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“i’ll be here when you wake up.” he whispered softly. you fell asleep, mind calm for once.

“jaemin- okay, you can explain why y/n’s soaking your bedsheets through and the both of you are completely drenched in rainwater first,” doyoung arched an eyebrow, “have y’all finally gotten your shit together?”

“i think i love her, hyung,” jaemin’s arm curled protectively around you, “really.”

doyoung clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval, “you think? be sure of it, jaems. i’ve practically raised the two of you and watched you grow up, and now you say you only think you love her?”

“i love her.” jaemin struggled to hold back the laugh that was threatening to spill out of his chest. “i love her!” he repeated again, louder this time. seeing the finger doyoung had to his lips, he quietened down to prevent waking you up, “thank you, hyung. for knocking some sense into me.”

doyoung smiled, “anytime. it’s my job, after all. now, i think you two need some alone time. see you at dinner, i truly doubt you’ll still be sick.”

you were awakened by the sound of the door closing. rubbing your eyes tiredly, you looked around, disoriented, “did someone come in?”

“it’s nothing, y/n. just a servant. sleep, i love you.”

you yawned, “i love you too.” and you snuggled back under the covers with him, acting like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.

“hey,” jaemin whispered in your ear, waking you up gently, “i hate to have to wake you up, but dinner’s in a few. my parents want to see you too, apparently.”

you blinked the sleep away from your eyes, looking at his smiling face. waking up to jaemin’s smile was something you could get used to, you thought. “what?”

“i said, we have to go get ready for dinner. you too, yes, main banquet hall, my parents want to see you.”

your mouth dropped open, all thoughts of sleep gone, “i don’t have clothes suitable for a fancy dinner!”

“oh yes you do. wear that yellow dress with the sunflowers.”

“is that formal enough?”

“y/n, like, you’ve literally talked to my parents so many times. they watched you grow up. they’re not so different from doyoung and i.”

“but this is the first time meeting them as your girlfriend!” oh god, did you really just say that? you cringed inwardly. you hadn’t even put a label on the relationship yet. rushing to make amends, you stuttered out, “soulmate. i mean soulmate.”

“you’ve always been my soulmate. as for girlfriend, well, you can be if you want to, but we have explaining to do. now move! the entire bed is wet!”

with strength a sick person shouldn’t possess, jaemin threw you out of his bed playfully. you looked up in shock and happiness, “you’re well again! you’re not sick anymore!”

jaemin grinned down at you from his bed, “we realised our love. see you in twenty, adios, au revoir, zaijian, sayonara!” yelling at the top of his lungs, he pushed you out of his room and slammed the door, and you honestly couldn’t care less. you were flying (figuratively, of course), drunk on the sentiments of finally realising your feelings for your best friend and soulmate.

growing up in the castle had taught you some things about manners, especially when the queen insisted you attend some etiquette lessons together with jaemin (to keep him in check, she’d said). dropping into a deep curtsey in front of the royal family, you rose again when the king placed a warm hand on your shoulder, “get up, y/n. we’re all family here, there’s not need for such formalities. you never really did those before either.”

“i was eight and didn’t know much about manners,” you protested lightly as he steered you into your seat beside jaemin, then taking his own at the head of the table - the king’s seat.

you ate in silence and as fast as you could without being rude. nobody made a move to break the silence, so you sat and waited until the last of the plates had been cleared away by the servants, then leaned forward, “if it isn’t rude to ask, may i know why i’ve suddenly been called here for dinner?”

the queen smiled kindly at you, “of course not, dear. well, today we have two announcements to make, one of which concerns you.” she glanced at the king, who inclined his head at her with a smile as if to say “the floor is all yours, dear.” the queen turned back to you, and seeing the dying rays of last light hit her face, you were again reminded of how beautiful the queen was. “firstly, about doyoung. now, we all know that my dear son here is turning twenty one in a month’s time and has finished his education. and so, doyoung, my son, your father has decided to pass on the kingdom to you. the announcement to the people will happen in a few days’ time, if you agree, and the coronation shall be held on your birthday. you are a much beloved crown prince, and i am sure the news of your coronation will delight the kingdom. i do hope you accept. so,” she practically glowed with pride, staring at the shell-shocked prince, “do you?”

“it would be an honor, mother. but didn’t father say he enjoyed being king?” doyoung, the rightful heir to the throne and the one who’d been trained for this his entire life, looked shocked, to say the least. you couldn’t blame him; it must’ve felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“your mother and i have long been dreaming of a proper honeymoon in the carribean. away from the eyes of the public,” his father’s voice boomed encouragingly.

“then yes, i accept,” doyoung’s eyes were shining with tears and you really hoped he wasn’t about to cry. knowing him, once he started crying, he wouldn’t stop and that would really… kill the mood.

“cheers to king doyoung,” jaemin raised his glass of juice (seventeen is not of a legal age to consume alcohol) to the sky, looking elated for his brother, “and for heaven’s sake, king doyoung, don’t cry!”

doyoung sniffled a little, holding his own goblet of wine to his brother’s, “i won’t cry! thank you so much!”

“congratulations,” you grinned at doyoung, who’d been just as much your elder brother all these years as he’d been jaemin’s. just in the past month, he’d slapped the two of you so hard to get your shit together, and he should honestly be crowned fairy godmother of the year. except that he wasn’t old, didn’t have white hair pulled up into a bun, and (sadly) didn’t own wings.

“now for our second announcement. doyoung’s explained everything to us already, i hope you don’t mind.” doyoung grinned guiltily at you over the table - honestly! like he’d done anything wrong! “you’re obviously too young for marriage, but y/n, your parents, whom i’ve just talked to, and us - we give you all our blessings. let this relationship prosper!”

jaemin squeezed your hand in his assuringly with a victorious smile like he’d known all along that this would’ve happened. you choked back a sob of your own, “thank you! thank you so much.”

“we’ve never known that soulmates existed, but now that we do know, there isn’t a truer pair than you and y/n,” she addressed jaemin, “treat her well.”

“i swear, mother, you love her more than you love me,” jaemin half-groaned, ignoring his mother’s angelic smile and reply (“i do not! i merely prefer to be around her.”)

“to the new king and couple!” jaemin’s father raised his goblet for another cheer, and you downed your drink in one gulp. tilting your head to grin at jaemin, you thought there really couldn’t be any happier moment in the world.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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Stray Kids Reaction | Kissing In The Cold [Request] [Song]

Stray Kids X GN!Reader

A/N: I hadn’t listened to the song until recently and I love it 🥺🥺 I hope you enjoy this!

CHAN: We’ll still be kissing in the cold

It was below freezing as you and Chan walked along the cheonggyecheon river together, hand in hand as you spoke about how his day had been.

"Long," He grumbled as he crossed the river with you, laughing as you almost slipped into the water but stumbled into his arms on the safety of the pavement.

"It's freezing, aren't you two worried about getting sick?" An elderly man questioned as he walked up to you both, he was carrying a hot chocolate as he headed home for the day. He was happy to still see so many couples coming to the river to spend time together like this,

"No, we're okay." Chan chuckled, bowing as the man left you both alone.

"Hey, you know what I haven't done yet," Chan pouted as he pulled you to the back edge of the path, leaning against the wall as he looked at you.

"What?" You questioned looking up at him, all he did was lean down and kiss you softly, smiling as he felt his whole body warm-up from the smallest of touches.

"Well I'm glad you did it," You laughed as he pulled away, only to kiss him once again when you missed the touch of his skin. It didn’t matter how cold or wet it was outside, the two of you would always do this because you warmed up whenever you touched one another.

MINHO: Winter comes around and snow is coming down

"I smell snow," You whispered to Minho who was still half-asleep after you rudely woke him up, it was the middle of the night and you were convinced it was going to snow. You had been convinced all week long but this time you knew you were right, the balcony doors in your bedroom were wide open as you sat on the edge of the bed just staring out at the night sky.

"It's freezing, we can wait for the "snow" with the doors shut," Minho mumbled grumpily as he stared at you, he loved to see how happy the snow made you but it didn't mean he was appreciative of being woken up at 3 am.

"How do you even know it's going to snow-" He stopped talking when he saw it, small snowflakes beginning to fall down in the dark sky, landing on the balcony and settling in different spots. It wasn't long before it started to come down heavier and you got up to shut the doors, not wanting the snow to ruin the room.

"I told you I could smell snow," You giggled excitedly, Minho said nothing as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. Pulling you to sit between his legs as you both watched the snow falling from the sky while you laid in bed together.

CHANGBIN: Drinking whiskey by the fire bundled up

Changbin couldn't help but laugh at the face you pulled after drinking the small glass of whiskey he'd given to you, neglecting to give you a warning about the burning you would feel at the back of your throat.

"You okay?" He chuckled as you hissed at the taste, covering your mouth as you handed him the glass back while shaking your head. He knew it was wrong to laugh at you while you were clearly disgusted by something but he couldn't help it, the way your eyebrows knotted together and your face scrunched up only made him laugh harder.

"Just cuddle me," You whined at him as you snuggled down beside him on the floor, the two of you were away at a small log cabin for the weekend. Changbin needed the creative break and you wanted to go with him, going out to a snow lodge and spending time alone together. Bundled up together in front of a warm fire while drinking whiskey, it was something Changbin had seen in the movies and figured you would both like. He was right on the cuddling part but the whiskey part not so much,

"No to the whiskey then?" He questioned as he wrapped his arms around your body, making sure you were both covered by the warm blankets as he got comfortable with you. You shook your head, whining at the thought of the taste and Changbin chuckled once again while he put a movie on.

HYUNJIN: Another friend who moves away.

The moving van had been parked outside your best friends house for about an hour, you'd came out to see your friend off and stayed on your porch to watch for a while. Coming out into the cold air Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you from behind, smiling as he felt your body relax against his touch, you were standing on the porch looking out at the moving van that was across the road. Another one of your close friends was moving out of the village and into the city and he knew you were feeling a little upset over the whole thing.

"Are you alright?" He knew it was a dumb question to ask since you so clearly weren't alright, you had tears welling up in the corners of your eyes but you nodded, turning around to look up at him.

"I just...I don't want anyone else to leave," You mumbled as he smiled weakly at you, it wasn't that you were going to lose a friend to the countryside it was that everyone you'd known was leaving the small village you lived in. Reaching his hand up to your face his ran his thumb along your cheek trying to give you some comfort without words, he knew there was nothing that he could say to you to make you feel better about the whole situation. It was just one of those things that happened, people grew older and moved away.

"Come on, I'll cook us something to eat." He offered as he tried to pull you into the house but you didn't budge, you turned to look at your friend who was now waving goodbye to you from her car. A giant smile plastered across her face as she went to start her new life in the city.

"Do you think we should move?" You questioned as Hyunjin wrapped you up in a coat since you weren't going to head inside anytime soon, he shook his head at you kissing your shoulder as he rubbed your arms trying to warm you up.

"I think we should stay where we're happy," You smiled as you snuggled into Hyunjin's arms, he placed another kiss on the top of your head whispering for you to head inside since it was starting to snow and you followed him in.

JISUNG: Laughing at how gross we love

The boys all pretended to be sick while you and Jisung cuddled up on the dorm sofa, snuggled up to one another as you acted as though you were young teenagers in love. Noses pressed against one another as you rubbed them together,

"I think I'm going to be sick if I have to watch one more second of this," Seungmin joked as he got up from the sofa and headed into his room instead of watching the two of you together.

"Seriously, can't you be gross somewhere else?" Minho laughed as you both stared over at him. You rested your head on Jisung's shoulder and smiled happily, you weren't as loving like this together all the time. It was only when you wanted to gross the boys out and clear the room that you acted this way.

"I can't help that I love my baby so very much, oh yes I do, oh yes I do, do, dooooo," Jisung cooed as if he was talking to a newborn baby and you began laughing softly at the disgusted look you got from Chan this time who was normally the one quiet in these situations.

"I can't deal," You whined, moving away from Jisung so you could have some space between you both. Neither of you were as clingy and cute as you led on, your relationship together was casual but still filled with love. You just didn't see the need to be over the top like most couples did.

FELIX: My sister has a baby now the other is writing vows

Felix chuckled as he watched you bouncing the baby up and down in your arms, your eyes lighting up as you looked down at the sleeping infant in your arms,

"I want one." You mumbled to him as you bounced over to him, being extra careful not to wake the baby up as he looked over your shoulder at her.

"She is adorable," He agreed, kissing your cheek as he continued to watch how good you were with the baby, imagining how great a parent you would be to your own children someday. Hopefully with him.

"Do you find it weird?" You asked as you looked up at him distracting him from his daydream, he shook his head wondering what you were talking about but you nodded over at your sisters.

"My sister has a baby and the other one is writing her vows...I don't know, I find it weird how old we're getting." You laughed softly as Felix chuckled, you'd been together for almost six years now and every year that passed you were happy to be with him. It almost felt unreal to you sometimes that you had spent all these years together, building your futures together.

"One day it'll be us," He promised you as he rubbed his thumb over the sleeping baby's cheek before glancing back at you with a giant smile on his face.

SEUNGMIN: Time goes by and lovers turn to strangers

People watching was one of your favourite things to do with Seungmin but it was hard when the people you were watching were people you knew in your life. The two of you would always sit in a small cafe in your home town watching out of the window as people did their own things while living their lives, sometimes it would give Seungmin inspiration for songs so you would do this whenever he was blocked.

"It's strange," He said as he looked out of the window at a past couple, the two of you had seen them together before. Snuggling up to one another on park benches, walking hand in hand down the streets but now they walked past one another as if they had no idea who the other one was.

"It's life," You sighed as you watched the male turn around to look at his ex-lover, a look of sadness spread across his face and for a moment it looked as though he was going to run after him and kiss him but he didn't. He turned back around and continued to walk away from his ex-partner, keeping his head down as lovers turned to strangers.

"We won't ever get like that, will we?" You questioned nervously as you stirred your hot chocolate and looked at Seungmin who chuckled softly, leaning across to kiss you.

"You won't ever be able to turn me into an ex," He whispered as he kissed you once again.

JEONGIN: I hardly recognise this busy town

Visiting your home town wasn't something that you got to do very often but Jeongin made it so you could go home for a while together, he wanted to see where you had grown up and what your life was like when you lived there. But stepping foot back into the busy town was weird, it felt so off to see everything like this. The shops were all packed with people, new stores had taken over the small town centre and you hardly knew anything that was there. It had been so long since you'd been here it was all hardly recognisable anymore,

"You don't know this shop?" Jeongin questioned as he saw the look of confusion take over your face. You had been trying to take him to your favourite bookstore but it seemed to have been replaced by some phone store you'd never seen before.

"No," You pouted as you stared up at it, wondering what happened to your once quiet town but you didn't hate it, it was nice to see the town picking up in business.

"Come on, I'll take you to my old hide out at the park," You laughed softly, pulling him in the direction of the park down the road from your old house.

Tagline: @taestannie @kneel-begyourpardon @minholuvs @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @that-anxious-bisexual

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fancysimpinghere · 3 years ago

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Euphories pt.4 (Sykkuno x reader)

Well, hello everyone! I want to deeply apologize for such a long break in posting there. We all know how hard life can sometimes be. But I arrived with a finish of this story and I hope you will like it! Enjoy!

summary: all good things eventually come to the end and insecurities aren't helping. Adult life is hard, so are decisions. Even if mistakes happen, there would be something to do to fix your frienship. And who knows, maybe things would evolve into something deeper and more advanced than simple relation between friends?

It has been two months since your first encounter with this pretty boy. Luckily, your schedule wasn’t that busy in summer months, so you could visit Thomas in his grandfather’s shop at least twice a week. Your friendship was blossoming, you both surprisingly had a very good contact. When you visited the shop, Thomas usually was waiting for you with one of the magic cassettes, but sometimes he was just showing you around. Actually, you found yourself almost working with him, because you were helping him with unpacking new items, organizing things and cleaning. It was very fun for both of you - you could spend more time together and get to know each other. But you had your own job as well, and summer time was slowly ending. You knew that if you want to keep seeing Thomas, you have to bring your friendship to another level and start to meet up outside. Little did you know that he rarely left shop or house. These places were his comfort zone and You didn't want to push him to do something really demanding. You decided to give him some time to get accustomed to your presence in his life and let Sykkuno make this important step. All you could do then was wait and do your best to gain his trust even more than you had already. When holidays ended, you were sad, because that means less free time - and less time spent with Thomas. But you still came to his shop, even if you were tired or had to sacrifice your sleep time. Sometimes you helped his grandfather with some simple chores, made some cookies for them both or just kept him company - you knew that older people seek attention from others and you couldn't say no to him. But to be honest, it was difficult to bring together your new lifestyle with your old one. Of course you liked Sykkuno, and you felt about him a little different than an ordinary friend - you liked him more and this was also not easy. You were afraid that if he found out about your little secret, it would scare him away and you would lose him as a result. Day by day you were trying to shove your feelings away and focus on helping him, but every moment spent with Thomas started to feel like too much for you. You were worried if he noticed small changes in your behaviour, but he seemed fine. Because of that, you started to lose yourself in work - your amount of free time dropped almost to the bare minimum because of afterhours, and even if you had a free day, you were too tired to visit your friend.

On the other hand, Thomas was internally freaking out. In the end of holidays he started to catch feelings for you, but was too afraid to admit it even to himself. He enjoyed your company a little bit too much, and you started to look better than before in his eyes. But he was sure that you are too good to him and you deserve better than a shy boy with nothing to offer. So he was amazed that you still visited him after your work started and spent your precious time with him. He was absolutely affected by your kindness and willingness to help.

He knew that if he wants to keep you even as a friend, he has to do something. You were his only friend and after these months spent together, he couldn't imagine his life without you. So when you started to visit his shop less often, he felt hopeless. Sykkuno was sure that he bored you out of his life because of his strange addiction to video games and antisocial lifestyle. He didn’t know what to do. His low self-esteem was not helping him with putting his thoughts together. After the first two weeks without your visit to his home or shop, he was devastated. Nothing from his special collection of games and films could make him completely happy anymore, because his thoughts were occupied by you. But one day, when he was organizing his special cassettes, a movie caught his eye. When he read the title, an idea sprung to his mind and he was that desperate for your presence, he almost instantly made a decision.

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You started to feel a bit nostalgic when you were looking through the window at falling snowflakes. It was the first snow of the year, so you were also a little bit excited. But when you were sitting in a small cafe in your town, a cup of hot chocolate in front of you, memories slowly creeping from the back of your head. Memories of sad past months, but also of warm and joyful summer. But the most important thought in your mind was the reason for your presence in the cafe. Your fingers unconsciously wandered on the screen of your phone to once again open a message from your friend Thomas. You had strong remorse for leaving him alone and don't contacting him in almost a month. You didn't know what to expect from today's meeting with him, but you were shocked that he invited you to a public place, where there could be a lot of people. Your line of thinking was cut, when small bells over the door frame rang and someone entered the cafe. You guessed it was your company for today - hood covered his head and his face was covered by black mask, but you were sure that this is your friend, whom you haven't seen for almost 2 long months. You noticed his lack of gloves - his hands were red from the cold temperature outside. He still got snowflakes on his massive hoodie, but they were melting away. Even if you felt a little bit awkward, you felt a strange warmth in your chest at the sight of him. You longed to hear his soft voice and laugh, and your heart squeezed just at the thought of it.

He paused for a while to look for you among other people present at the cafe and his gaze finally met yours. He shyly headed towards you and slowly pulled off his hood and mask, so you could recognize him as you haven't done it already. Even from a distance you could say that he was nervous, his hands were making some awkward movements and his eyes shifted from one person to another, like he was expecting somebody to attack him. Finally he was standing right in front of your table and you felt terribly for leaving him with poor excuses about work. He looked bad, just as you - sleepless nights put their marks on your face and you recognized them on his face too. Before he could say anything, you stood up immediately, and reduced the distance between you two. You looked him deep in the eye and hugged him carefully to not scare him. You didn’t care about other people, because you especially chose a more private area of the cafe, in the corner and a massive part of it was covered by plants. You felt Thomas tensing up after you embraced him, but after a few seconds he relaxed and hugged you back.

- "I'm so sorry, Sykkuno." - whisper left your mouth before you could think about forming a more developed sentence, but these words were only one in your mind right now. - "I missed you so much."

At these words he hugged you tighter and you could swear that he smiled like he always did when he was embarrassed.

- "I missed you too." - he whispered back, straight to your ear. You felt butterflies waking up in your stomach at his closeness and blushed a little.

- "It’s nice to- nice to see you, hm." - he stuttered a little and moved his arms away from you, so you did the same. You both sat down and you looked at his face again. Small blush creeped his cheeks, but it could be from the temperature change. - "I was afraid that you wouldn't have time for… For me."

He looked at you like a lost puppy and you felt awful. But before you could say something, he gave you a very warm and wide smile.

-"But you had and I'm happy about it." - he said and started to look for something in his pockets. - "I know that you are a very hard working person and I wanted to thank you for helping me and my grandfather despite this." - it was the longest sentence you ever heard from him, so you were a little bit speechless, but he looked like he wanted to say something more. However, you felt guilty and you had to apologize to him properly.

- "Thomas, I’m sorry. "- you interrupted before he could continue. - "I'm sorry for non contacting you in days and I know it was wrong. I… I can explain why I did this."

- "You don't have to. "- He answered and his search finished with success, because he placed down something rectangular on the table. - "I asked you for a meeting, because I realized something during the past months. And I can't keep this a secret any more."

He was looking even more nervous now. He hid his hands in the sleeves of his hoodie, because they were trembling a little. You also noticed that his face is clearly and non deniable red almost like a tomato, and he was a little bit hesitant when speaking. You decided to not interrupt him this time, and you also felt nervous. He looked at the window to search for the right words or find the courage, you assumed. But then he suddenly returned his gaze to you.

- "What is it, Thomas?" - you asked softly to encourage him to share his thoughts with you. You decided to use his real name to show you are taking him seriously. Deep in your heart you felt a little spark of hope, but you didn't want to make expectations and then be dissapointed. You watched his movements carefully, your eyes dropping to the item lying before him, and you finally recognized the thing. It was a cassette thanks to which you could know him. Your mouth opened in surprise and when he noticed that, he smiled coyly, but stress was still recognizable on his face.

- "I wanted to tell you for a long time, but… I… I couldn’t find the courage. But now, I decided that I have to do this." - words left his mouth faster than usual, and his eyes nervously watched your reaction. He sighed and blinked a few times. -" You are my best friend, my only friend, but I realized I like you a lot more than that."

You were completely speechless. You didn't even imagine this scenario - it was too perfect to be real, but there you are. Your mind exploded with a sudden wave of joy and happiness, because the dearest person you know just admitted to liking you back. You smiled sincerely to him and he had to notice a spark of joy in your gaze, because he stopped talking and just watched you with his big eyes.

- "Thomas, I like you too. "- you said in answer, honestly looking into his eyes. -" I didn’t know how to tell you, so I distanced myself fro you, because I didn’t want to scare you or… "- you didn’t finish and all of sudden felt embarrassed for your lack of initiative.

- "I thought it would be nice to talk about it in the place where our friendship started. "- he said slowly and carefully moved the cassette on the table towards you. He looked down for a second, then returned your gaze. He looked more determined than before and smiled at you once again. You could look at his smile forever - there was nothing more cuter than his expressions.

- "So…Would you like to accompany me on this journey?" - he asked softly and pulled out his hand to you from the sleeve. He watched your reaction carefully.

- "Yes, I definitely would." - You giggled and blushed a little, but gently grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

He tightened his grip on your hand and you both touched the cassette with your other hands. The world started to spin, and even when you started falling down, all you could feel in this moment was falling in love with this cute, lovely boy, soon to be your boyfriend, who held your hand like his life depended on it and laughed at the strange sensation. You couldn't help and joined him, looking forward to experiencing the best adventure - and you were certain that it would be the best, because you had the greatest companion in the whole world.

~fin~

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